It had been nearly a month since the events in my previous story, and the memories kept swirling in my mind—sometimes stirring a deep excitement, other times twisting my gut with anticipation. Eventually, my desire won out, and I asked my wife to reach out to Chris to arrange another meeting for an upcoming weekend.
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Chris arrived punctually, and we all settled into the living room with drinks in hand. My wife looked stunning, her tight dress clinging to every curve, radiating a seductive energy that made my pulse race.
After about an hour, the palpable tension became too much to ignore. She stood gracefully and announced, “Let’s go upstairs.” As soon as we stepped into the bedroom, Chris took her in his arms. His hands roamed down to caress her backside beneath the dress while their lips locked in a heated kiss, her soft moans filling the room. I took a seat in the corner, shed my pants, and began to stroke myself, the erotic scene unfolding before me fueling my arousal.
He gently removed her dress and she sank to her knees eagerly, saliva glistening as it dripped from her chin onto her breasts. Chris thrust his face into hers with fervor, gripping her hair firmly in each fist. Then, he pulled her onto the bed and truly claimed her—first in missionary, the headboard thudding rhythmically against the wall as her moans grew louder. Next, she straddled him, her breasts and ass bouncing, grinding passionately as she cried out and reached orgasm with surprising speed—far quicker than I had ever managed to bring her to climax.
Once she came, Chris flipped her onto all fours, positioning her so she faced the foot of the bed, right in my line of sight. Without hesitation, he buried his face into her ass, licking her thoroughly. Her eyes closed and mouth opened, she murmured, “Oh my god,” as he continued his ministrations. Then he withdrew, grabbed some lube, and coated both his cock and her tight asshole. I knew what was coming next.
He turned to me and said, “Come here, kneel right in front of her face.” I hesitated briefly, taken aback, but rose and moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling so our eyes met. Chris positioned himself behind her.
“Hold her hands,” he commanded. I complied, feeling her immediate grip as her fingers intertwined with mine, her wedding ring gleaming.
“You’ll hold her hands and look into her eyes while I take her virgin ass. Don’t look away, don’t let go.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against her tight ring, and as it slid in, her eyes shot open, face flushed and mouth agape. Her voice was soft but clear: “Oh fuck.” Her hands squeezed mine tightly.
“Ohhh fuck… it burns…” she gasped, caught between sensation and vulnerability.
Chris eased in gradually. “That’s it. Keep looking at your husband. Let him watch every second.”
When the stretch overwhelmed her, she tried to lower her head, but he yanked her hair to force her gaze upward. “Eyes up. Look at him. Don’t close your eyes.”
Our faces inches apart, I saw tears well in her eyes, her cheeks flushed red. Her fists clenched mine fiercely.
“God damn, she’s tight,” Chris groaned, slipping deeper. “I can’t believe you just gave me your wife’s ass.” His hand slapped her cheeks, the rawness of the moment burning in me. It should have been me—her first—but here I was, holding her hands as another man claimed her. The mix of jealousy, humiliation, and desire was overwhelming.
I brushed a tear from her face as he filled her completely, then began to thrust slowly, increasing speed with each movement. She transformed—from pain to pleasure—with every pump. Each time she dipped her head, Chris yanked her back by her hair, holding her upright, prolonging her forced gaze into mine.
Though my cock throbbed to release, I obeyed, holding her hands steady. Chris teased me mercilessly. “Look at your husband and tell him your ass belongs to me now.”
She was silent at first, awash in sensation, then locked eyes with me and whispered, “Ughh fuck…my ass… it belongs to Chris now, baby.”
The words stung sharply.
“Good fucking girl,” Chris praised, plunging into her with renewed vigor. Her new sounds, different from anything she’d ever made with me, filled the room, charged and full of lust.
When he signaled he was close, she slid off the bed and knelt beside me.
Chris stood, stroking himself as my wife opened her mouth. He grabbed her hair and released thick, heavy ropes across her face and into her mouth. She opened wide, taking as much as she could, then leaned forward, swallowing him clean. I watched the woman I loved perform this intimate act on the cock that had just claimed her ass moments before. I stroked myself hard, telling her I was close, and she smiled. “Cum in my mouth, baby, you deserve it.” I obeyed, releasing deeply into her mouth in the most intense climax I’d ever experienced.
After Chris left, we cleaned up and slipped into bed. She was tender, moving carefully. We talked before she drifted off, admitting how intense it was to have me there, watching her the entire time, and how his cock felt inside her ass. She praised me for being so supportive. I confessed my jealousy and humiliation mingled with undeniable arousal. She told me she loved it. That moment sealed the truth—I knew this would not be the last time Chris took her this way.
The next morning, we made love slowly and tenderly. Still, my thoughts kept returning to the exhilarating knowledge that again, her ass would belong to Chris when I wasn’t around.