“Closing out!” I yelled across the bar, vying to be heard over the percussion from the live band vibrating off the walls and the loud voices around me. 

As I waited for the bartender to run my card, I turned back to watch my wife, Ally, flirting with my friend and coworker, Ben. All night, she’d been leaning in close to talk into Ben’s ear, which I suppose was necessary in the noisy bar. 

But I noticed other things, too. Like the way Ally had pushed her boobs up in her bra to show off her cleavage as soon as Ben met up with us, and the way she rested her hand on his arm as they spoke. 

Ben ate it up and flirted right back, complimenting and teasing her a little, finding excuses to touch her, like guiding her out of the way by her hip when someone was trying to squeeze past us in the crowded bar. 

Of course, Ben didn’t know that Ally wasn’t in on our plan. I meant to talk to her about it sooner, before the trip. But the longer I put it off, the more I talked myself into surprising her with it and just waiting to see what might happen. 

The bartender handed me back my credit card and a receipt to sign. As soon as I took care of that, we were off to the next bar around the corner, recommended by Ben. 

The next place was blissfully calm and significantly quieter. The hostess showed us to a high-top table near the bar, and we ordered our first round. 

Before the drinks even arrived, I noticed Ben touching Ally under the table, and felt a tightening in my chest as the jealousy, anxiety, and arousal whirled inside me. Could she really think she was being discreet? Maybe she’d found out about my plans somehow and decided to test me. It was tempting to call her out and call the whole thing off, but the throbbing erection in my jeans convinced me to play dumb and see where it would lead. 

Then Ally got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

Ben watched her walk away before turning back to me with a big grin on his face. 

“So far, so good, right?” he asked. “She seems down.”

“Yeah, she does,” I agreed, downing the rest of my drink. “I’m actually surprised she’s getting so into it, since I haven’t told her what we talked about.”

Ben frowned in confusion. “What do you mean you haven’t told her?” 

Rather than responding, I looked over my shoulder towards the bathrooms where Ally had gone. “You should follow her. See how far she’ll go.” 

Ben scoffed and laughed a little nervously. “I don’t know… I don’t want to get in the middle of anything. That’s not how we discussed it. Maybe it would be better to slow things down. I could always come up to visit you guys sometime soon after you’ve had more of a chance to talk things through.” 

I had to give Ben credit for trying to do the right thing. And maybe he was right that holding off would be a smarter way to handle things. But the horny asshole side of me that had evidently taken over all of my decision-making capabilities would not be dissuaded. 

“No, it’s fine. I mean, if you really don’t want to, that’s okay. But I’m good. Knowing Ally is doing this all on her own without checking with me is actually kind of exciting in a weird way. I don’t know. That probably should be embarrassing to admit.” 

“No judgement here. And I get you, that would be pretty hot. But you said the threesome thing would be new for you guys, and now you’re talking about something completely different. I don’t want to be the one to cause any problems.” 

“You won’t,” I assured him, with more confidence than I actually felt. “Anything she wants is on the table, but let her lead it. Make sure she makes the first move.” 

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, clearly getting excited despite everything he was saying. 

“I’m sure.”

“Alright,” Ben agreed, unable to hide his own eagerness as he got up to follow Ally. “Just let me know if you change your mind.” 

Fuck, part of me still thought I probably should change my mind. But after seeing how Ally had responded to Ben all night, I couldn’t really imagine a scenario that would make me want to call it off. 

Ally and I had talked through so many scenarios and fantasies about threesomes over the years, and when I broached the topic with Ben, I’d convinced myself and him that that was what I was planning. But I had to admit, to myself at least, that part of me wanted things to play out this way all along. 

Ally didn’t know about the arrangement I’d made with Ben, so, by all intents and purposes, she would be cheating on me if she allowed anything to happen. And for some reason I didn’t quite understand, just the thought that she’d hook up with Ben without my permission drove me wild. 

I ordered another drink and stared at my phone, scrolling mindlessly as I waited, going crazy with thoughts of what might happen in that bathroom.

With every moment that passed, I became more convinced that Ally had made a move. Maybe she and Ben were making out with hands all over each other. I could practically see it, the image so vivid in my imagination. I wondered if she’d go so far as to suck or fuck him right there. I knew how much the public setting would turn her on. 

My cock throbbed in my jeans, begging for attention as I imagined every possibility. 

Ally was the first to return to the table a good ten minutes later. 

I thought she looked slightly disheveled, her hair a little messier than it had been earlier. Pretending to be absorbed in an article on my phone, I purposely kept our conversation away from whatever had just happened in the bathroom. A twisted part of my mind reasoned that if Ally felt like she’d gotten away with it, she might try to go for more. 

Ben was barely suppressing a huge grin when he came back from the restrooms a couple minutes later, making eyes at my wife, and that told me all I needed to know. I was dying to ask him for details, but resisted the urge to text him right then and there from across the table.

I didn’t have a clear plan for what I wanted to happen for the rest of the night, but I knew I didn’t want it to end just yet, and my slutty wife surely didn’t, either. So, as we left the tequila bar, I made my next move.

“Fuck, Uber is saying it’s going to be a 25-minute wait,” I said, pretending to check the ride share app on my phone. Then I turned to Ben. “Hey, you said you drove here, right?” 

“Yeah,” he answered. 

“Do you think you could give us a ride back to our hotel? Or would that be out of your way?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Ben offered, glancing at Ally. 

She looked surprised when I asked. 

I looked away quickly, not wanting to give anything away with my expression. 

Then, when we reached Ben’s car, I sat in front, leaving Ally to sit alone in the back seat. As much as I wanted to know what she was thinking, I kept chatting away with Ben until he pulled up in front of our hotel. 

“Thanks for the ride, man,” I said, one foot already out the door. 

Sure enough, Ally took the bait.

“Maybe we could get another drink inside at the bar. You should come in, Ben. Unless you need to get home.”

“Yeah, I could do that,” Ben answered quickly, glancing at me. “Why don’t I go park in the garage and meet you guys inside in a few minutes.”

I figured he was giving Ally and me a chance to talk and get on the same page. He was a good guy, I couldn’t deny that. And one that Ally was clearly attracted to, so I knew I’d made the right choice in asking him to be part of my probably crazy scheme. 

“I thought you were tired?” I teased Ally, breaking the ice once we were alone and heading into the hotel. 

“I don’t feel tired anymore,” she answered as I held the door open for her. “And I have an idea I want to run by you.”

My cock throbbed in my pants as soon as the words left her mouth, knowing what was coming next. 

“What is it?” I asked, feigning disinterest. 

“What if we try that thing we’ve been talking about? With Ben, tonight.” 

“What thing?” I asked, trying my best to act casual even as it felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. 

“What if we ask him if he might be interested in a threesome?” 

Even though I knew it was coming, nothing could’ve prepared me for hearing her ask for permission to fuck my coworker. I tried to imagine what it might be like to watch them together and felt my cock stiffen. But despite that temptation, I was in too deep already. Even though I knew I was playing with fire, I just felt like I needed to see how things would play out.

“Seriously?” I asked, feigning surprise. I felt skeptical about my acting skills, but I’d already committed to my plan and there was no turning back. 

I watched the flush rise into Ally’s cheeks and knew I was being an ass to put her on the spot like that. 

“It could be easy,” she said, shrugging innocently. “He lives far away from us, so no strings attached, really. And you know each other well enough for him to be pretty trustworthy, but maybe not well enough that it’ll be a big awkward thing?”

She had good points. They were part of the same reasoning I’d used when I’d asked Ben in the first place. But I wasn’t going to admit that to Ally. Remembering how it felt as I waited for both of them to come back from the bathroom at the bar, I steeled myself to push her further, not sure which of us I was torturing more. 

“Sounds like you’ve really thought this out.”

Ally shrugged again, blushing deeper and looking away. Maybe remembering whatever had happened in the bathroom at the bar. At that moment, I felt like I’d give anything to read her mind and her thoughts. But the delayed gratification was a surprisingly powerful turn-on, too. 

“I don’t know, Ally… I know we’ve been talking about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to pull the trigger yet. I’m still processing how I feel about all of it,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“That’s fine,” she said, the disappointment evident on her face. “It’s no big deal. It was just a thought I had. We can just get another drink and call it a night, then.” 

“Are you sure it’s fine?” I asked, feeling desperate to call her out, wondering if she was already planning to go for it with Ben anyway, despite my disapproval.

“Yeah, no worries,” Ally said, smiling sweetly and wrapping her arms around me for a hug.

I hugged her back, shifting a little as I tried not to let her feel the pounding in my chest or the throbbing erection in my jeans. My body thrummed with the excitement and thrill of the risk I was taking, and I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Ben met us at the bar a few minutes later, looking between Ally and me, trying to read the room to figure out how our conversation had gone. 

I wondered what he’d think when Ally told him my response to her proposal. But I hoped that I’d convinced him earlier that he should keep going along with Ally’s plans, anyway. Then again, if he’d already gotten a taste at the bar, like I suspected he had, it would be an easy decision for him to make.  

We ordered another round of drinks and found a table, somehow maintaining fairly comfortable conversation. But I knew I wanted to give Ally and Ben a chance to talk, to see what plans they might come up with. 

Then I spotted a couple of coworkers I recognized and took advantage of the perfect excuse to step away. 

“Oh hey, that’s Greg and JP from my old team. I’m gonna go say hi,” I said, not waiting for Ally or Ben to respond before I got up and walked back to the bar. 

I bought the other guys a round of drinks and did my best to focus on the conversation at hand. It felt like I could only afford to give them about half of my attention, though, as my mind kept racing with the possibilities of what Ally and Ben could be discussing and planning. 

As we finished our drinks, Greg and JP headed out. They were assigned to the morning shift at the convention the next day, like me. 

Ben had the evening shift, which would leave him available all day while I was busy. That detail was front and center in my mind as I made my way back over to him and Ally, where I had the distinct feeling that I was interrupting… something.

“Everyone calling it a night?” Ben asked, too cheerfully. 

“Yeah, we all have the morning shift tomorrow, so gotta be up early.”

I caught my wife and my coworker exchanging a glance as we left the bar, and knew some kind of plan must be in place already. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist asking Ben what they’d discussed. The tease would be too much to bear at work the next day without at least knowing the gist of what they had planned. 

We all said goodnight then, and Ally and I headed for the elevators while Ben left toward the garage. 

Ally was quiet on the way up to the room, and as we started getting ready for bed. She seemed to be struggling with her thoughts. Or maybe that was just my wishful thinking, and she was already fucking Ben in her imagination. 

When she went into the bathroom, I couldn’t resist texting Ben.

Mike: What happened at the bar? 

He got back to me right away, even though I knew he must still be on his way home. I wondered if he was watching his phone and hoping to see a text from Ally pop up instead.

Ben: I fingered her and made her cum

Fuck. My dick was suddenly fully hard, even as my chest tightened with the knowledge. 

Ben: Was that okay?

Mike: I told you it’s fine, as long as she leads it

Mike: What do you two have planned tomorrow?

Ben: We talked about meeting up, but she’s not sure

Ben: I gave her my number and told her to get in touch if she wants, but no pressure

I should’ve been relieved to hear that Ally was struggling with the decision to cheat on me, but all I could think about was how much I wanted it to happen. 

After setting my phone down on the bedside table, I went into the bathroom to join her at the sink as she brushed her teeth. 

“Sorry if you feel disappointed about tonight,” I said, squeezing some toothpaste onto my toothbrush. 

“It’s fine,” she said, smiling back at me through the mirror. 

“You are disappointed, though,” I challenged, phrasing it as a statement rather than a question. 

She took her time brushing and rinsing her mouth before responding. 

“Well, you already know it’s something I’d like to try. And it just seemed like kind of ideal circumstances to make it happen.” 

“Maybe,” I conceded. “And maybe it had something to do with you finding Ben attractive?” 

“I guess he wasn’t hard to look at,” she admitted, blushing and biting her lip.  

“Thought so,” I smirked. 

She laughed and squeezed my ass playfully as she walked out into the room. 

When we got in bed, I couldn’t resist initiating sex with Ally, role-playing what I knew we were both imagining. I pried details from her, wanting to know exactly what she wanted, and what she might just do behind my back the next day. 

The jealousy only spurred me on as I listened to her describe how she imagined Ben undressing her, touching her, kissing her. How she wanted to suck another man’s cock and be a good slut for him. 

I couldn’t make sense of why it turned me on so much to act out all the things Ally described, knowing she was imagining doing it with my friend instead. But the confusion didn’t hold me back from thoroughly enjoying every moment. 

“Do you want me to allow another guy to fuck you, Ally?” I groaned, squeezing her ass as I supported her hips, thrusting into her hard and deep. 

“Yes!” she moaned, rubbing her clit as her back arched.

“Whose pussy is this?” 

“It’s yours!”

“That’s fucking right, it is!” I groaned, fucking her faster, not letting up until I felt her clenching tight around me. 

“Ohhh fuck!” Ally yelled, writhing and bucking as she came on my cock.

“Don’t fucking forget it!” 

With a few more hard, deep thrusts, I stilled and grunted as my cock pulsed, shooting several spurts of hot cum into her pussy. 

I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard, and it left me feeling lightheaded after as I leaned over her and kissed her, listening to her soft moans. 

The mixed feelings swelled up inside me again suddenly. I felt so overwhelmed with affection and appreciation for my sexy wife. As much as I wanted her to have anything and anyone that she wanted, and got turned on by the idea of her being so insatiable that she needed other men to fulfill her needs, I was also afraid of not being enough for her, and what that might lead to.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” I said, getting up suddenly and walking to the bathroom. 

“Thanks,” she called after me. 

I struggled to gather my thoughts as I found a washcloth and ran it under warm water in the sink. My brain felt scrambled after the intense orgasm, and I waited to see if the post-nut clarity might help me decide what to do next. 

I brought the washcloth to Ally and handed it to her so that she could clean herself up a bit. Then she took it with her into the bathroom as I got into bed. 

While she was in there, I picked up my phone and swiped back to the text screen with Ben. 

Putting my own feelings and arousal aside as best I could, I knew without a doubt that I wanted Ally to have any and everything she wanted, whether or not I was involved. I could live with that a lot easier than I could if I thought I was holding her back from anything. And even though we were both keeping secrets from each other in the current situation, I trusted in our relationship. Whatever Ally decided to do with Ben, even if she thought she was doing it behind my back, I had faith that we’d be okay. 

So, I sent another text to Ben, giving him the green light.

Mike: Anything goes tomorrow, whatever Ally wants

Mike: If she texts you, you can encourage her

Mike: Flirt with her and make sure she knows you want it 

Once again, he got back to me right away.

Ben: Are you sure? 

Mike: I’m sure

I heard Ally finishing up in the bathroom, so I clicked my phone off and set it down, then rolled to my side and pulled the blanket up, wanting her to think I was falling asleep already.  

I felt her get in bed beside me. Then she reached over to squeeze my ass again through the blanket.

“Goodnight, babe,” she said sweetly. “Wake me up before you leave in the morning, okay?” 

“Yeah, sure,” I answered, trying to make my voice sound a little groggy. “Goodnight, baby. Sleep well.” 

“You too.” 

I tried to keep as still as I could as I waited to see if I’d notice her texting Ben, wanting her to think I’d passed out. After a few minutes, I risked making some snoring sounds, hoping it didn’t sound fake. 

There wasn’t any sound coming from Ally’s side of the bed, but after a few minutes, I felt her squirming and moving around a little. Was she touching herself? The thought that she might be sexting Ben and masturbating in bed right next to me, after we’d just had sex no less, caused my dick to swell back to life once again. 

Then, a couple minutes later, I felt and heard her get up, then the sound of her bag unzipping, then the bathroom door clicking closed. 

I allowed myself to move a little then, turning to see the bathroom light streaming out under the door. 

My heart pounded in my chest once again as my thoughts raced. What did she get from her bag? Would she have brought a toy with her? 

She wanted more, even after I just fucked her and made her cum at least twice. Needed more. My sexy, insatiable wife. 

It scared me to death that I might be fucking things up for us, but I felt in my gut that I was making the right decision. I loved her so much and she knew it. She deserved to have everything, everyone, every experience that she wanted. I wanted that for her, and I couldn’t deny the effect it was having on me as well. 

At some point during my thought process, my hand had drifted down into my boxer briefs to free my rock-hard cock. I stroked hard and fast with a firm grip, imagining what I might see if I opened the bathroom door. 

Maybe she was looking at herself in the mirror, touching herself and sexting with Ben. One leg propped up on the sink. 

Or maybe she was sitting up on the counter, fingers deep in her wet pussy, still lubed with her husband’s cum as she imagined fucking another guy.

Well, if she was going to imagine it, I may as well do the same. I pictured Ben standing there in front of her, tugging her to the edge of the counter by her ass and thrusting into her, fucking her deep, hard, and fast. I imagined the sounds she might make, the look of pure ecstasy on her face as another man’s cock stretched and filled her married pussy, giving her the extra attention and pleasure that she craved and deserved. 

I threw the covers aside as I realized I was about to cum, embarrassingly quickly. Without stopping, I reached for some tissues just in time to cover the tip of my cock and catch the first spurt. 

“Shit,” I muttered to myself, getting up and crossing the room quickly and quietly to throw the used tissues in the trash. Then I hurried back to bed, trying to calm myself down enough to pretend to be asleep again by the time Ally came out of the bathroom. 

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and the fan going off as she turned off the lights. She slipped back into bed so quietly and carefully that I didn't hear or feel a thing. I waited up a while, just listening and waiting to see if I'd pick up anything else. But there were no more sounds, no further movements, so I finally allowed myself to drift off to sleep. 

***

I woke up almost an hour before my alarm the next morning, my cock once again hard and throbbing. I thought about waking Ally up for some fun before I’d have to get ready for work, but in the end, I decided to hold off. If she woke up horny too, I hoped that might be the extra push she needed to meet up with Ben. 

Then I thought about texting him to ask him about what happened last night, if Ally had, in fact, been texting with him when she went into the bathroom. But it felt almost invasive to keep asking. Plus, I had to admit I enjoyed the excitement of not knowing. 

So instead, I got in the shower and jerked off again, imagining what might happen between Ally and Ben that day while I was at work.

Before leaving for the convention, I ran down to the cafe in the lobby to get a coffee and pastry for Ally, then sat down on the edge of the bed to wake her up with a back rub. She was only wearing a tank top and panties, so I couldn’t resist groping her a little too, rubbing and squeezing her ass as she slept on her stomach.

“Good morning,” she said groggily, moaning as she woke and reaching back for me, rubbing and squeezing my arm before slipping her hand into my lap. 

“I have to go in a minute,” I chuckled, allowing her to grope me a little. 

She squeezed her hand around my bulge, which stiffened yet again from the attention.

“You should stay and be a little late,” my insatiable wife suggested. 

“I can’t do that, but I do have something for you if you’ll open your eyes.”

“Is it hard and wet and yummy?” 

“Wet and yummy, yes. Hard, not so much.” 

“Feels like it’s getting there, though,” she said, continuing to play with me through my pants.

Her horniness turned me on and tempted me yet again. But there was also some doubt there, as I wondered how much of her mood could be attributed to Ben.

“Someone’s still in a horny mood after last night. Are you thinking about how much you wanted to fuck Ben?”

“I’m still thinking about how you fucked me last night,” she said without missing a beat, smiling up at me.

“Even though it wasn’t what you really wanted?” I asked, some jealousy slipping out in my tone.

“Being with you is always what I want,” she said, reaching around to squeeze my ass again. 

Fuck. I struggled to get a hold of myself and finally fought off enough of the insecurity to smile back at her. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a dick about this. I want to give you everything you want, but I guess it’s making me feel more insecure than I thought it would.” 

“Well, I’m glad you told me. I would never want to make you feel that way,” she said boldly, with a straight face.

It was enough to cause more doubt.

Then she noticed the coffee and pastry I’d gotten her and sat up to reach for it.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have you decided what you’re going to do today?” 

“I think I’m gonna walk along the waterfront and maybe do some shopping.” 

“Sounds fun,” I said, wondering if any of that was true. I struggled not to give anything away with my tone or expression. 

We briefly discussed plans for that night, for after my shift at the convention. Then I kissed her cheek and gave her ass one more squeeze before getting up to head out, wishing her a good day.

***

Every time I checked my phone throughout the day to find that Ally still hadn’t texted, my anxiety and excitement escalated. Usually, she’d send me a random text or picture with something she saw or did during the day, or something that reminded her of me. I had to assume that the lack of texts that day meant she’d been preoccupied, and that thought caused my dick to jump yet again. 

Finally, about an hour before the end of my shift, I sent her a message to check in on our plans for the evening, and as a kind of time-check for her, in case she was still with Ben. 

Mike: Hey babe, I might be done a little early. Want to meet me here for a bit to check things out before dinner?

She responded just a minute later. 

Ally: Sure :) I’ll head out in a few minutes

My phone chimed again just as I put it back in my pocket. I’d expected another message from Ally, but the new text was from Ben. 

Ben: Hey, I just wanted to say I hope things are still okay, and thanks for trusting me with Ally. I’m going to let you two talk, but let me know if you have questions for me or want to talk about anything. And especially if you want anything else to happen haha. My offer stands to travel up your way next time. 

I couldn’t deny that I felt some discomfort as I read Ben’s message. But I also appreciated him reaching out and being open and flexible about the whole thing. I knew that I only had myself to blame for any negative feelings I might have about the experience after everything was said and done. 

Mike: Sounds good, I’ll keep you posted

Then I hesitated just briefly before sending a follow-up message. 

Mike: Or Ally will

Ben added a thumbs up reaction to my texts, and that was that. 

***

I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but Ally looked like she was glowing all night as we walked around the convention and then made our way down the street to dinner. She looked so beautiful, and happy, and… well-satisfied, maybe. 

An intense mix of emotions kept me from feeling settled. I was overwhelmed by how much love and appreciation I felt towards her, how lucky I felt that she was mine, and how desperately I hoped that would remain true after I told her the truth about everything. 

I was also a little in awe of her, as much as I knew it might be a strange reaction for me to have after my wife spent the day with another man. And, of course, there was a fair bit of insecurity and apprehension. But also hope. 

Once we were seated at the restaurant, I finally gave in, unable to resist talking about it any longer.

“Ally, there’s something I have to admit.” 

“What is it?” she asked timidly, perhaps reflecting her own insecurity and guilt.

I took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “I know about what happened last night with Ben. And that more probably happened today.”

She tensed up right away, her eyes going wide as her face turned a deeper shade of crimson. “He told you?” 

Despite the fact that she technically had cheated on me, I knew my part in it, so my instinct was to reassure her.

“Some of it. Not like a play-by-play or anything. I only really know what happened at the bar last night because I asked him to tell me. The rest I’m just kind of guessing at.”

She nodded, her chest heaving as she started getting worked up. 

“Fuck!” Ally muttered, bringing shaky hands to her head. “I’m so stupid. Why the fuck did I do that?” Then she put her hands back down and looked at me. “I’m so sorry, Mike! I know it sounds like a lame excuse, but I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I got caught up feeling frustrated that we haven’t tried a threesome yet and not knowing if you were ever going to actually want to. I know that’s not a good reason, and it was a fucking selfish thing to do-”

“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head and smiling as I reached across the table to put a hand on hers. “You don’t have to apologize for what you were feeling.” 

Ally scoffed. “Yeah, but what about what I did?! How can you say it’s okay? I cheated on you, Mike!” 

“Not… exactly,” I said, squeezing her hand, then retracting my arm as the server came to deliver our food. 

Ally looked confused, but I waited until the server was gone out of earshot to continue my explanation.

“I sort of set things up with Ben. At first, I had the same idea as you, that it would be a good opportunity for a threesome. But I’m not sure why I kept it from you from the beginning. Then once we got here, when I saw you flirting with him at the bar last night… Well, I can’t really explain it, but I just had this feeling like I wanted to see if you’d pursue anything on your own. And I hoped you would.”

Ally clearly wasn’t expecting that explanation. Once again, her wide eyes showed her surprise. 

“I feel like I owe you an apology, too. I didn’t mean to deceive you or make you feel used. I just realized that I really want you to have any and everything you want. I don’t want to hold you back from any experiences you want to have, whether or not they involve me.” 

“So… Ben knew you were okay with it the whole time?” 

“Yeah. He felt weird about it at first when I told him you didn’t know. But I assured him I was fine with whatever you wanted to do with him.” 

“This is crazy,” she scoffed, taking a big sip of her cocktail. 

“Maybe. But I don’t want you to feel any guilt about it. It’s really okay, I promise.”

“How is this okay?! You knew you’d set it up, and Ben knew, but I didn’t! I thought I was doing everything behind your back! The fact that you actually knew it was happening the whole time doesn’t make it all okay!” 

I shrugged. “But it can. Because I’m okay. And I know we’re going to be okay.”

“How do you know?” she asked. Her eyes shone as tears welled up.

I reached for her hand again, squeezing it in mine as I attempted to explain. 

“I know because, when I saw you tonight, my first thought was that you looked so beautiful and happy. I thought about how much I love you and feel so lucky that I get to be your husband. I won’t pretend that there wasn’t any insecurity or jealousy mixed in, but those reactions felt small compared to how happy it makes me to see you getting everything you want and deserve.”

Ally seemed to calm down a bit with my words, though a couple of tears still fell. 

“What are you thinking now?” I asked. 

“I feel lucky to be your wife, too,” she said, squeezing my hand back. “But I still feel guilty.”

“It must have been really good if you feel that guilty,” I teased, winking at her and hoping to put her at ease.

Ally laughed a little and blushed again. “It was.” 

Fuck. My cock stiffened again as more images of what might’ve happened flooded my imagination. I was desperate to know more, but didn’t want Ally to feel like she owed me the details. 

“I want to hear about it, whatever you want to tell me, but only if you decide you want to. And it doesn’t need to be here, now, or tonight.” 

“Okay,” she agreed, smiling.

I smiled back as we both got back to our meal, feeling even better now that everything was out in the open between us. Well, almost everything.

“Oh, and Ben already let me know he wants more. He offered to come visit us soon.” 

“He said the same to me,” Ally admitted, smirking as she took a bite of a taco. “What do you think?” 

“I want it if you do,” I answered, plainly. 

“But… how? Like I’ll keep seeing him on my own? Or we’ll all be together for a threesome next time? Have you completely changed your mind about what you want? And what about what you said last night, that you weren’t sure you were ready? Was that just to throw me off from what was really happening?” 

“Yeah, mostly,” I started, shrugging. “I didn’t really think it through too much. I just knew I wanted to create an opportunity for something else to happen with you and Ben. As for next time, I’m still open to trying a threesome. I’d love to watch you with him, or to participate, too, so you can have us both together. I want you to have whatever you want, baby.”

Ally bit her lip to stop a smile that threatened to take over her entire face, then took another big sip of her margarita. 

I laughed, winking at her again. 

***

By the time we made it back to the hotel, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her any longer. We came into the room kissing and groping, yanking clothes off. 

“I’m still feeling pretty sore from today,” Ally admitted as we made it to the bed, gently pushing me down to sit. “But I want to tell you all about it. And I want to please you.” 

“I won’t turn that down,” I teased, smirking up at her as I pulled her into my lap to straddle me. “And it kind of turns me on that you’re too sore from fucking someone else all day to do anything with me tonight.”

“Yeah?” Ally asked, smiling warmly as she leaned down to kiss me.

“Mmhmm,” I confirmed, moaning into her as I squeezed her ass and guided her to grind on me. 

“Does it turn you on thinking about him fucking me right here on this bed?”

“Fuck yeah, it does. Tell me how it happened. I want to know everything you’re willing to tell me.”

“Okay,” she smirked, pushing me onto my back suddenly. “Scoot back and get comfy.” 

I followed directions, scooting back on the bed and resting my head on the pillows.

Ally got comfortable on her stomach between my legs, smiling up at me as she wrapped one hand around my hard shaft, squeezing and stroking, and cupped my balls with the other. 

“It sounds like you already know about what happened last night in the bathroom at the tequila bar?” 

“He told me he fingered you and made you cum.” 

“Yeah. And later last night after you went to bed, we were texting. And then he wanted to FaceTime so we could masturbate together. I listened to him tell me all the dirty things he was thinking about and what he wanted to do to me while I touched myself until I came for him.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as she confirmed what I’d already suspected, that she came for Ben right after I’d finished fucking her. My hips arched to thrust through her fist as she stroked me. 

“Then this morning, I went out to walk around the shops by the pier just down the street like I told you I was going to. But I had already planned to meet up with him.”

“I figured you did. I thought you’d want to do something public.”

“Yeah,” Ally said, smiling and blushing. “I did, even before Ben got there.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my cock twitching in her hand. 

“Well, I decided not to wear any underwear under my sundress. And then I went into one of the shops and pretended to try something on, just to take off my bra, too. I walked around like that for a while, with no bra or panties, trying to see if anyone might notice.”

“I’m sure they noticed your perfect tits and nipples poking through your dress,” I said, leaning up to slide my hands under her and grope them, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

“Mmm,” Ally moaned, smiling up at me and then dropping her mouth onto my cock, swirling her tongue around my head and making me throb.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, leaning back onto one elbow as I cupped her cheek and then held her hair back with the other hand. 

It felt so good having her mouth on me that I couldn’t resist letting her work on my cock for a couple of minutes before prompting her to continue. “Then Ben met you by the shops?” 

“Yeah,” Ally answered, moaning as she pulled back to continue stroking my throbbing, hard shaft. “We snuck into a stall that was curtained off and under construction, and he fingered me and made me cum again. Then he pushed me to my knees, and I sucked him, and he fucked my face while he called me names like slut and whore and told me all my holes are his now.” 

I threw my head back and growled, going absolutely crazy with the details. I rested my hands on the back of her head as she continued sucking me, applying gentle pressure at first to hold her head down as she took me deep. Then I rocked my hips up to thrust an inch deeper until she gagged on my cock. 

Ally moaned around me and paused only momentarily before sucking me harder and deeper.  

“Fuck!” I groaned, taking that as an okay to continue guiding her and fucking her face, just as Ben had. “I’m so lucky to have such a sexy, slutty wife.”

I didn’t let up on Ally’s head, so she could only cough and gag and moan as I used her mouth, holding her down and squeezing my thighs around her head as I sought to reclaim her, one hole at a time. Her nails dug into my thighs, but she didn’t push back. 

When I finally released my hold, Ally raised her head slowly and gasped, smiling and taking some time to catch her breath. 

“Tell me what turned you on most about doing it,” I prompted, cupping her cheek and combing my fingers into her hair.

“Sneaking around turned me on a lot,” she admitted, blushing and breaking eye contact to look down at my cock as she continued stroking. 

“Yeah?”

Ally nodded. “It’s strange. I kept thinking about how I didn’t want to hurt you, but it felt so exciting and turned me on so much at the same time. It felt like I couldn’t stop. Or at least I really didn’t want to.”

“That turns me on, too,” I said, smiling down at her. “Do you want to keep doing it?” 

“Only if you’re really okay with it,” she answered quickly. 

Though I could tell by the smirk crooking up the corner of her lips that her actual answer was a simpler yes.

“You want to keep giving your mouth and pussy and ass to other guys behind my back, don’t you?”

Ally didn’t answer aloud, but she started squirming on the bed between my legs, squeezing her thighs together. 

“Admit it, baby.” 

“Yes,” she said softly before dropping her mouth back onto my throbbing shaft. 

I groaned again. “Did Ben get all your holes?” 

She moaned affirmatively, squirming and sucking. While it wasn’t a clear “Yes,” her lack of denial was all the confirmation I needed. 

“Did he cum inside you?”

Rather than answering, Ally moaned and slid a hand down under herself to rub her clit as she continued sucking my cock. 

I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching her get so turned on as she sucked me and thought about how she’d just let another guy cum inside her in our bed hours earlier was more than I could take. I leaned up and slid my hand into her panties, yanking hers out of the way and pushing two fingers inside her roughly. 

“Fuck!” Ally yelped, pushing back on my arm. 

I didn’t let her push me away. 

“God, you’re so wet, baby,” I groaned, dragging her on top of me in one quick movement, without removing my hand. 

“Mike, that hurts!” she said, her face furrowed. 

I eased my fingers most of the way back out of her, gently rubbing along her wet, swollen pussy. When she tried again to push back on my arm, I used my free hand to pin both of her wrists behind her back, holding them tightly. 

“Mike!” Ally whimpered, tugging at my grip on her wrists even as I felt her clenching and grinding more on my hand. 

“Whose pussy is this? Mine or his?”

“It’s too much!” she whined in halfhearted protest as I started fingering her again, slowly. 

Her wetness was audible as I slid my fingers in and out of her, deeper and faster.  

“I think you can take a little more. Can’t you?” I asked, smirking up at her as I slid my fingers deeper still, curling them up to stroke inside of her.

She gasped, her back arching involuntarily, drawing my attention to her luscious tits. 

“Yess!” she moaned. 

Ever since we met, Ally had this power over me, where even as I felt like I had her right where I wanted her, I knew I was never more than a moment away from losing all control myself. And everything that happened with Ben only amplified that feeling. 

I was suddenly overcome with the need to bury my cock deep inside her, despite how sore she might be feeling. 

“You want it, don’t you? You want me to take back what’s mine?” 

“It’s my pussy,” Ally said, looking down at me with defiance. “I’ll give it to whoever I want to. That’s what you really want, isn’t it?” 

It was a surprise to hear her being so bold. I couldn’t help smiling, my eyes alight with the challenge she posed, as well as awe and adoration for her. “Yes baby, that’s what I want.”

“Good. And yes, I want you to take it back now. Claim me back from your coworker!” 

I didn’t need to be told twice. With a groan, I yanked her thong to the side and rubbed the head of my cock along her lips a few times, mixing the pre-cum that had beaded at my tip with her plentiful juices. I eased into her, slowly parting her puffy lips with shallow, gentle thrusts at first. 

Then, as I looked into her eyes and listened to her soft, delicious moans, I pulled her hips down onto me sharply, burying myself inside her all the way. 

Ally yelled out as her body arched and clenched around me. 

I interrupted her yell with a sudden slap across her cheek, then gripped her neck. “Take it, you slut! It’s time for me to claim my slutty wife’s pussy back for myself.”  

“Oh fuck, Mike! Yess! It turns me on so much that you loaned me out to him this weekend!” 

“Yeah? Well, get used to it, because I’m going to pimp you out again soon. To Ben or someone else,” I said, grunting with the effort it took not to cum right away as I kept thrusting up into her hard and deep. 

“Fuck yesss!” Ally moaned, arching and clenching. 

“You like that? You like me treating you like my own personal whore to pimp out?” 

“Oh, fuck!” 

“God, you’re such a sexy slut, Ally. You’re going to get fucked and used so much. I’m going to whore you out to so many cocks. But they’ll never have you like I have you.”

“Oh god, Mike!”

Her eyes went wide as I felt her pussy clamp around me. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

With a few more thrusts, groans, and yelps, Ally started spasming, bucking, and writhing on top of me, squeezing the life and cum out of my throbbing cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I yelled, fucking her harder and faster through her orgasm as she yelled out and scratched up my chest. 

She kept cumming as I filled her with several spurts of hot cum, pushing it as deep as I could. 

All I could do after that was smile up at her. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Ally,” I panted, leaning up to kiss her. 

She smiled and kissed me back, moaning and squeezing around me affectionately. 

“Is this all really okay?” she asked once I’d pulled back. “It really turned you on?”

I had to laugh at her question. “You couldn’t tell?” 

Ally laughed, too. “I could. I guess it just seems a little too good to be true. Or too easy. Like I got away with something I shouldn’t have.” 

“You’re the one who’s too good to be true, baby,” I said simply.

She blushed deeper and kissed me again. 

“I love you,” Ally said, lying down on me so we were chest to chest, neither of us in any hurry to get up. 

“I love you, too, baby.”