Went to the gym for a while late yesterday afternoon and my wife texted that she had a new friend coming over so she might not be alone when I returned. Most definitely not our first time but the tease still gets me excited.

I get home later and find this handsome mystery man I’ve never met in a chair near our dining table and my gorgeous wife straddling him, slowly grinding her hips, and making out intensely with him.

No doubt they heard me come in but there isn’t a single break in the action. They just continue as if I’m truly a fly on the wall.

I make myself comfy on the couch and watch them finish over the next ten minutes. She’s doing most of the work and riding him in that chair, rarely breaking their kiss.

She finally climaxes and he follows shortly after.

She climbs off him, gives him one last long kiss and then comes over to the couch and collapses next to me.

He cleans up, spends a moment in the bathroom, and then I hear the front door close behind him.

After it closes, she rolls over in her sex-drunk state and pulls my nearly hard cock out and starts sucking. Not a word is said by either of us for the next hour while she sucks and then I fuck the shit out of her face down on the couch.

Far from our first experience but it’s still so fun. I had a moment of realization that it’s a crazy life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Later I ask her where she met him and what his name was. The reply? “Good question. I’ll need to look in my text messages. I’m not sure.”