u/AZ_Hubby_Wife

This past weekend was honestly a fantasy turned reality, a really wild and amazing escape with one of my oldest friends at his place in the Colorado mountains. Having my wife with me made the whole thing even better.

​Even though it had been a few years since we last caught up, he treated us like absolute royalty right when we walked in. We spent our days zipping around his property on dirt bikes and ATVs, hung out by the lake fishing. Once it got dark, he grilled up some amazing steaks and poured us some top shelf whiskey. We drank, laughed, and shared stories until late at night.

​Offering him cash for all this was out of the question because he simply refused to take it. But I knew exactly what would be a much better way to thank him. He had been single for a while and there was some serious tension between him and my wife. Getting her on board was pretty easy since she has always been drawn to his rugged appeal. I told her to flirt with him a bit more and wear something revealing or sheer. It honestly felt totally natural to just step back and let the two of them connect.

​By the previous evening, the air was super charged. My wife and her bold, flirtatious energy provided exactly the final spark he needed, setting the stage for the tension that would soon unfold.

​I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover and a really foggy head. I rolled over and realized she was not in the bed. I figured she had just gone downstairs for coffee. But as I walked toward the stairs, things felt different. The quiet morning was interrupted by some pretty intimate noises coming from downstairs. I stopped on the steps, heart pounding, and then made my way down to quietly step into the kitchen doorway.

​Walking into the kitchen to that scene was a crazy rush. There he was, going to town on my wife over the kitchen table. She was just wearing her oversized shirt, with his hands pushed up underneath it, squeezing her boobs. Her panties were pooled around her ankles, and she was bracing herself with the table as he thrust into her from behind.

​Hearing her moaning, him grunting, and the sound of his thighs hitting her ass was insanely hot. Then he reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back while he started fucking her faster. The most unreal part was that they didn't even care or notice I had walked in. There was no hesitation to stop. They were completely lost in the moment.

​To my absolute delight, they didn't stop. They kept the rhythm going, completely lost in the moment until they both reached the peak. When he pulled back, the realization hit me that he was taking her raw, and the rush I felt was unreal. He had her turn around and lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he kept going without missing a beat.

​His breathing grew heavier, and with every thrust, he poured everything into it. After a few final, powerful ones, he gently set her down on the table. He rested his head against her boobs for just a second to catch his breath before picking up that same intense, fast tempo all over again.

​Watching my wife, I could see her facial expressions and hear exactly how good it felt for her. Her body went tense with an orgasm, and her moans got deeper. Her body tensing up only meant her pussy had tightened up as well which was too much for my buddy. Right on cue, a low groan escaped him, and he let himself go with one last thrust, finishing deep inside her.

​As his body tensed up and he released his load deep inside her, he relaxed his weight against her as they both caught their breath.

​After a few quiet minutes, with his face still buried against her chest, he finally lifted his head and made direct eye contact with me standing right there in the doorway. He blinked, went slightly red, and without missing a beat, asked,

​"So... uh, do you want a cup of coffee too, or should I just pour two?"

​My wife let out a breathless laugh, and I just couldn't help but laugh at the most casual morning wake-up call ever.