My wife, Catriona, and I have always been close. But in the last 24 hours, we’ve gone somewhere new together—somewhere that has changed us in ways I didn’t expect. This is the story of how we brought Dean, a younger guy with an incredible body, into our lives and how watching my wife with him has been one of the wildest, most intense experiences I’ve ever had.

We live in Edinburgh, and during the Festival, the city comes alive with performers from all over the world. This year, we decided to rent out our spare room to Dean, a young acrobatic performer here for the festival. From the moment he moved in, it was clear he was something special. He’s tall, strong, and ripped—basically, a walking definition of “young stud.” It didn’t take long for both Catriona and me to notice how attractive he was. Usually, Catriona’s pretty shy and reserved, but around Dean, I saw her come alive in a new way. Her eyes lingered on him, and she’d get this excited glow whenever he was around. I could tell she was into him, and to be honest, I couldn’t blame her.

At first, we just joked about it. She’d make a playful comment about how fit he was, and I’d tease her back, but those jokes started turning into something more serious. Last night, we decided to go out and watch his show. It was one of those performances that leaves you breathless—Dean was incredible. His strength, control, and the way he moved his body were mesmerizing. But what really got to me was how Catriona reacted. She was completely captivated, her eyes fixed on him the entire time. I could see the excitement building in her, the way she shifted in her seat, subtly rubbing her thighs together. She was clearly turned on, and so was I, just from watching her.

After the show, we went for a drink together. The atmosphere in the pub was relaxed at first, but there was this underlying tension between all of us. Catriona was gushing over Dean, tripping over her words as she talked about how amazing his performance was. Dean was lapping it up, clearly enjoying the attention. I watched as she blushed and smiled, her usual shyness giving way to something more bold and flirty. The drinks loosened us all up, and the conversation started to shift, becoming more charged.

At one point, Catriona went to the bar to get another round, and as she walked away, both Dean and I couldn’t take our eyes off her. Her dress was tight, hugging every curve, and she was glowing. “I love that dress on her!” I said to Dean. He nodded, his eyes lingering on her ass as she leaned over the bar. “You’re a lucky man,” he replied, but there was something in his tone that told me he wanted her too. I didn’t feel jealous, though—instead, I felt a surge of excitement. We made eye contact at that moment I it was unspoken but I felt like I’d just given him my approval.

When she came back, Dean didn’t hold back. He complimented her, telling her she looked irresistible. She blushed and looked down at her drink, but I could see the way her hand shook slightly as she lifted the glass to her lips. The tension was building, and I could feel that something was about to happen. Dean leaned in, placing his hand on her thigh under the table, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

We knew then, without saying a word, that this was going to happen. The walk home was filled with a charged silence, each step bringing us closer to what we all knew was coming. As we cut through a dimly lit park, the tension was almost unbearable. Dean walked close to Catriona, his hand resting on the small of her back, and then he did something that pushed everything over the edge—he playfully spanked her as she bent over to pick up something she’d dropped. Catriona gasped and then giggled, but instead of pulling away, she stepped closer to him, clearly enjoying the attention.

It was in the park where things really escalated. Without saying a word, Catriona slipped her hand under her dress and pulled off her underwear, handing them to Dean. “They’re soaking wet,” she whispered, and Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “I know,” she said, smiling coyly. “That’s why I’m not wearing them.” I could feel my pulse racing as I watched her slip them into his pocket, the tension between us all hitting a boiling point.

When we got back to the house, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Catriona’s face was flushed, her breathing shallow, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. There was no need for words; we all knew what was going to happen next.

As soon as the door closed behind us, Catriona and Dean couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It was like a switch had been flipped. Dean moved in close, his hands sliding down her back, pulling her body against his. I could see the way she responded to his touch, leaning into him, her hands exploring his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

Dean leaned down and kissed her—slow at first, but then with more intensity, his lips pressing harder against hers, his hands gripping her hips. Catriona melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. I stood there, watching them, feeling the heat between them, and feeling my own excitement building.

Without breaking the kiss, Dean guided her toward the living room, where the tension between them continued to escalate. They stumbled onto the couch, Catriona on top, straddling him as they continued to kiss, her fingers working to unbuckle his belt. I could see the eagerness in her movements, the way her hands shook slightly as she pulled his trousers down, revealing his impressive size. He was already hard, and she stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Catriona looked over at me, as if seeking my approval, and I nodded, giving her the encouragement she needed. She then reached down, her hand wrapping around Dean’s cock, stroking him gently. Dean let out a low groan, his hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her closer.

Then, with one swift motion, she slid down off the couch and onto her knees in front of him. She took him into her mouth, slowly at first, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, then taking him deeper. I watched as she moved, her head bobbing up and down, her hands gripping his thighs for support. Dean’s head fell back, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The sounds—the wetness of her mouth, the soft moans escaping his lips—filled the room.

After a few moments, Catriona pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. She stood up, slipping out of her dress, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Dean’s eyes roamed over her body, his gaze filled with desire. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Catriona straddled him again, her body pressed against his, and began rubbing herself against his cock. I could see how wet she was, her arousal glistening as she slid against him, her hips rocking back and forth. Dean’s hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned softly, biting her lip as she continued to grind against him.

Then came the moment I’ll never forget. Catriona reached down, guiding him to her entrance. She hesitated for just a second, her eyes meeting mine as if to say, “This is really happening.” I nodded, and with that, she began to lower herself onto him. I could see the way she stretched around him, the way her body responded as he filled her, inch by inch, until he was completely inside her.

She let out a deep sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to his size. I was right there, my hand on her back, guiding her as she started to move. Slowly at first, she rocked her hips back and forth, finding a rhythm. Dean’s hands were on her hips, helping her, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust up to meet her movements.

Their connection was electric, the intensity between them palpable. I watched as Catriona’s pleasure built, her moans growing louder, her movements more frantic. She had never cum from penetration before, but I could tell that tonight was different. She was on the brink, her body trembling as she rode him harder, faster.

Then, Dean pulled her close, his hands gripping her hips tightly, holding her down as he thrust up into her. I could see the way his cock filled her, the way her body responded, her walls tightening around him. Catriona’s voice was desperate as she cried out, “Fill me, please, I need to feel you cum inside me.”

Dean didn’t hold back. With a final, deep thrust, I could see the tension in his body release, his muscles tensing as he came inside her. Catriona gasped, her own orgasm hitting her at the same time, her body shaking as she collapsed against him. They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, lost in the afterglow.

But they weren’t done. Dean lifted her up, his cock still inside her, and carried her toward the bedroom. They were still kissing, their bodies still connected, as he walked past me. As they passed, Catriona looked back at me, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, and whispered, “Thank you, I love you.”

I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. Catriona had only ever been with me before. Dean was her second, and the thought of it was both thrilling and deeply moving. We had talked about it beforehand, but hearing her in the other room, knowing she was experiencing this with Dean, brought it all home.

Later, she came back to me, still flushed and breathless, and asked if she could spend the night with him. “I don’t think we’re done,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement and wonder. I could see that this was something she needed, something that was awakening a new part of her. I told her she should do whatever felt right, that I wanted her to have this experience fully. She kissed me deeply, her body still warm from the encounter, and whispered, “Thank you.”

This morning, I woke up to the sound of them going at it again. As I lay there, listening, I pictured Dean between her legs, fucking her hard, filling her up again. The sounds she made, the way she begged him for more—it was almost too much to handle. But I couldn’t stop listening.

Now that I’m sitting here, thinking about what’s happened, I’m blown away. This isn’t just about sex—it’s about trust and connection. Catriona’s discovered a side of herself that I’m excited to help her explore. And I’ve found out something new about my own desires. We’ve only just started, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.