I picked Paul up at the airport. It was early summer and he had come back from a quick work trip. Kim was still studying abroad. His flight had gone well, but the traffic was terrible. We'd already been stuck on the bridge for twenty minutes and it looked like we had a lot longer to wait. The conversation was light. Mostly how much we both hated the Star Wars prequels.

"So. Last month?" He suddenly asked. Last month, with the urging of his fiancé Kim, Paul had shared a mutual masturbation session with my wife, Anne. Kim had been worried that their long separation would drive Paul into the arms of another woman. This was her way of reaching out to him over the distance. After the one night we'd never discussed it again. You'd think it would be awkward, but it hadn't been. The next time we spoke we just talked about other things. We just never returned to the topic.

"Yes." I kept my answer simple. I wasn't sure where this was going and didn't want to start out on the wrong foot. He turned to me and took on a serious tone.

"I wanted to thank for that. Both you and Anne. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome.” I was a little surprised, but glad. "I wasn't sure how comfortable you would be, so I'm happy it all worked out.”

"Oh." He was suddenly smirking. "It worked out very well. But I’m surprised at how much the girls talked about it. I would never have expected it."

"Well, I think the surprise was part of it. Anne was pretty sure that you wouldn’t do it, or the other stuff, if you had time to think about it."

"She’s probably right" He said. "Wait. Was there something else?"

"Nothing to worry about." I replied. “We can talk about it later.”

We’d finally cleared the traffic and we continued on. But not to his place. To mine. He was very curious but didn’t ask anything. When we were parked, I turned to him.

“We’ve been talking to Kim. And, as great as the other night was, something didn’t feel right. The two of you masturbating together might have alleviated your loneliness, but it wouldn’t have done much for your horniness. I mean, all you did was masturbate. You must be doing that on a nightly basis. Besides, if Anne was already watching you jack off and you're already seeing her naked, what would be the harm if she jacked you off herself?" Paul was just watching me. I continued. “Let’s just go upstairs and you can call Kim from the bedroom. Talk it over. If you want to continue just text me ‘yes.’”

We went upstairs, to our apartment with the crimson walls. Paul went and sat on the bed. We had a glass door on the bedroom, so I could watch as he talked to Kim. Eventually he texted me that ‘yes.’ Anne, who’d been waiting patiently in the other room, made a bit of an entrance. She was wearing a black dress, one that showed her cleavage. She was wearing high heels and had a black choker around her neck. She knelt by the side of the bed in the same spot that she’d been in before. This time though, she reached up to help Paul take off his shirt. Once his shirt was off she quickly undid his belt and pants and reached in to grasp his cock. He sat right at the edge of the bed.

I watched through the glass door. It was far better than any porn.

There was a certain aggressiveness, an urgency to make this this as memorable as possible. Anne was determined to make this a memory that would last through the upcoming months.

Anne explored his cock with her hand. Touching every part of him. She started by the base of his cock, slowly caressing his testicles and running her fingers through his hair. She circle her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling him get harder and harder until he was as rigid as an arrow. His cock pulsed with arousal as she drew her fingers upward. When she finally reached the head of his cock his hips thrust forward with urgency.

She placed one hand flat at the base of his cock, holding him still while her other hand continued their exploration.

Her fingers explored the smooth skin of his head, sliding through the slick precum that was starting to show. She massaged his wetness into his skin until the head of his cock was soaking. Mischievously, with a huge grin, she leaned forward and rubbed his cock against her cheek.

She closed her eyes and her lips parted in apparent ecstasy as she rubbed him against her face, leaving a trail of his cum on her cheek.

She drew back and looked him in the eye with a broad smile. He shuddered with arousal to see his cum on her face.

They continued to lock eyes while she slowly toyed with the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock. She slowly rubbed her thumb up and down while her fingers cradled him. He threw his head back and thrust forward.

Anne wrapped both her hands around his cock and started to jack him off. Her hands moved swiftly and surely. Paul opened his eyes again. Anne moved closer between his legs. Her mouth was open, wet and inviting.

His hips started to buck and Anne sped up her hands.

With a final thrust he erupted mightily. A stream of cum would leapt across Anne’s face, coating her cheek. The sight of so much cum on my wife’s face was unbelievably arousing. Paul surged again and again. He came on her cheek, on her neck, on her dress. He stained the black fabric with white.

Finally he fell back. Exhausted. Anne took her cum drenched hands from his cock and walked into the red room where I waited. She paused to show me the cum across her face and the stains on her dress. She did a tiny little curtsey and then she slipped away to clean up.

The Chronology of Anne