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It had already become our little tradition to go to the Canary Islands every winter. Two weeks of heaven, chilling by the pool, playing tennis, relaxing massages, romantic dinners with candles and live music, and sex. A lot of it, like we were both twenty again.

So the flight is over, and we are in the lobby waiting to check in. I’m flirting with my wife, and she giggles like a college girl. She leans toward me and wants to whisper something. As she does, her breasts touch me and I smell her perfume. I want her so badly, I can’t resist lowering my arm onto her butt.

“Stop it! People are watching!” she says, slightly embarrassed.

“Who cares? Everyone here is here for the same reason we are,” I say and give her a kiss.

“All right, but listen to me,” she starts whispering again. “Check out that couple behind us, who do they remind you?”

With my wife in my arms, I casually turn around and take a quick glance at the couple, about the same age as we are, but they definitely have very distinctive looks.

“Don’t know, but I see why your eyes caught him. He is huge. So what’s the answer?”

“Arnie and Sharon from Total Recall. Don’t you think?”

I glance again. “Yeah, there might be some resemblance. You know, when I watched that movie as a kid, I always waited for that scene where they were fighting, she was so hot in it.”

It was our turn to check in now, so I quickly filled out all the forms, and some guy showed us to our room. I love the feeling of finally settling into the room, now the vacation officially started.

“I am going to shower,” she said. She dropped her clothes on the floor on her way, teasing me, playfully shaking her butt.

Soon, the sound of pouring water started. At that moment, I decided that we needed to spend water responsibly, why waste it for two showers if I could join her and we do it together.

“Mind if I join?” I asked.

“Not at all, come in.”

As a responsible person, I didn’t waste any time and turned her around, spread her legs a bit, and put my hard dick into her; she was ready, as I suspected. I absolutely enjoy fucking in the shower. It feels somehow different, more intimate maybe. Her wet body is so hot, and the sound of the water is relaxing. She took the shower handle and helped herself with the water. It didn’t take long for both of us to finish.

We stayed for a few moments, enjoying the hot water and our bodies against each other. “Let me rub your back while we’re at it,” I said, gently massaging her back for a little while and kissing her neck. I could feel her muscles responding to my touch and saw the peaceful smile on her face. What a beautiful moment it was. After our little shower adventure, we decided to go for a walk around the hotel.

At the door, we stumbled upon the same couple. Apparently, they had recognized us too. We introduced ourselves and made some small talk. Their names were Tim and Sarah.

“Nice to meet you, Sharon, sorry, Sarah. Tim! See you later, guys.”

It turned out they were staying right across the hallway from us.

Later that day, we were at the swimming pool. She was enjoying her book, and I was enjoying the view of her lying next to me. I was imagining how i would fuck her right where she is.

Suddenly, she asked, “So what do you think of Tim and Sarah? I think they’re very nice people.”

“Sure, lovely couple. You know, he checked out your ass back then,” I smirked.

“He did not, did he?” she asked, probably slightly more curious than she wanted to sound.

“Oh, and it seems like you would love it if he did, don’t you?” I continued teasing her.

Me and my precious wife have a good understanding and a healthy relationship. We don’t cheat on each other, but not because we are jealous, it’s just that it is hard for us to find someone worth our time. We can freely talk and discuss sex and other people. This was not always like that, of course. We went through a lot of ups and downs, but it just made us closer, thankfully. The recent years have been our golden age together; we started experimenting in bed, trying new things. One of those things on our bucket list was swinging. But this one was rather tough for us to approach. Both of us wanted to try it if such an occasion would arise, but we had no idea what we could do to find anyone for this type of experience. We didn’t want to involve our long-time friends or anyone we met in daily life. Online dating with complete strangers also felt a bit odd at the time.

But this relaxing vacation atmosphere was the perfect situation for it.

I asked her, “Would you like to have sex with them?” I was trying to understand what she was thinking.

“I don’t know, would you?” she replied.

“It could be fun,” I said after a few moments, and added, “But it’s never going to happen.”

“Yeah, but who knows,” she said, and continued reading. I kept imagining things, but now with Tim and Sarah joining us in my fantasy.

Later that evening, we went to the hotel restaurant. It was a little crowded, and there was no table available at the moment. And when we already decided to come back later, we saw Tim and Sarah. They noticed us and looked happy to see us. They immediately invited us to join their table.

We objected a little. “Oh no, we wouldn’t want to spoil your evening!”

“Nonsense, it would be so much fun to spend time with you guys!”

And so we joined them. The conversation started slowly; we told a little about ourselves - where we work and things like that.

They did the same. As we both suspected, Tim, with his Greek god physique, turned out to be a gym instructor. But with Sharon, we were both wrong. It turned out she was a biology doctor.

After a few glasses of wine, the conversation became more comfortable for all of us, and we were already sharing some stories from our lives. There was a really good connection between all of us. After a few hours, when the atmosphere became much calmer and most of the tables were empty, we were discussing some spicier stories we had.

Sarah asked, “Okay, now tell us what your most atmospheric sex was.”

I looked at my wife, she is usually the one who tells stories.

“Well, my hubby here might look like some nerd, but he did quite an impressive setup for our date. He literally kidnapped me and drove me to some unknown place in the middle of nowhere,” she continued, adding more and more spicy details to the story. Listening to her, I felt a bit proud of myself.

“Now your turn,” she finished.

Sarah looked at her husband. “What do you think, Tim? I would say it’s the boat trip, right?”

He nodded, smiling. “So we met this couple, and they invited us to spend a weekend on their yacht. And, well, there’s this thing about us, we like seeing other couples in a romantic way, so to speak.”

I quickly looked at my wife. We were acting like it was the most natural thing in the world. I guess Sarah made a small pause just to check our reaction. So, long story short, she described how that weekend turned into some wild orgy.

“That is so exciting! You must have been enjoying it so much!” my wife said.

And she suddenly added, “I wish we had such an experience, right honey?”

I was caught off guard. “Yes, I love yachts,” was all I could reply.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments.

“Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you come over to our room? We can play cards or whatever,” Sarah suggested.

I looked at my honeypie. From her expression, I immediately knew she was already imagining all of us together in bed.

“Sure, that would be so much fun!” she agreed.

On our way there, I had that nice feeling you get when you’re anticipating something. My wife gave me a look as if asking, Are we really doing this? and I looked back at her like, Why not? Let’s see what happens.

In the room, Tim turned some music on, and Sarah, being a good host, invited us to sit down. After some casual small talk while another awkward silence happened. Tim suggested, “So, what, shall we play some strip poker?” and laughed as if he wasn’t serious. But I could tell that he and Sarah were totally up for hooking up with us tonight.

“Or... maybe we can do without poker. Just strip.”

Sarah added, “Look, guys, let’s be honest—Tim and I like you, and we would like to get to know you better, you know what i mean? So what do you think about having some fun tonight?”

Tim added, “Or we can just stay friends, we will totally understand if you’re not into it.”

They both looked a little nervous, and you can only imagine how we felt. We looked at each other.

“Yes, we would love to,” my wife said, blushing.

“Sure. The only thing is, we’ve never dated another couple before,” I added. “Do you have any plan in mind?”

Sarah smiled at us as she sat on the bed next to my wife.

“Well, no plan. Let’s just take it step by step. Would you mind if Tim and I make out a little here next to you?”

We nodded. Tim joined Sarah on the bed, and they started kissing; we were just watching for now. Tim pulled Sarah’s top off, then dropped his shirt as well. His arm went into her bra, and I could almost feel him squeezing her juicy breast myself. My wife was biting her lip, she was getting turned on as well. I hugged her and started kissing her neck. I could feel the tension in her body. I was curious about one thing. My arm went under her dress, straight to her panties. As I suspected, she was wet and ready for everything this night had to offer.

I looked at our dates. Sarah had only her pants on; she was on her knees, helping Tim get rid of his pants. I couldn’t resist checking out her body. Her ass was small and round, too small for my taste, but still very appealing.

Tim finally got naked, grabbed Sarah, and laid her down on her back. As he started pulling down her panties, I decided that we needed to catch up, we looked like shy college virgins next to them.

My wife seemed to have the same idea. We quickly took off our clothes and continued cuddling and kissing. It felt somewhat weird to be so close to another couple.

While Tim was busy eating Sarah. Sarah turned her attention to us. She smiled, and her hand slowly moved to my wife’s butt, starting to pet her and moving lower between her legs.

Wifey noticed that it was not me who was caressing her and turned her head to Sarah in surprise.

“Do you like it?” Sarah asked.

“Uh-huh,” was all my wife could reply.

Sarah quickly moved closer and spread my little slutty wife’s legs. Sarah kissed her thighs and moved confidently toward her pussy. I was kind of frozen by what I saw.

Tim, meanwhile, was taking position behind his partner and started moving rhythmically.

My wife turned me back to reality by grabbing my dick. “I want to suck it. Give it to me.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few moments, Sarah said, “She is ready for you.”

I was ready myself. I turned my wife, but Sarah asked, “Let me see it. I want to see you fucking her.”

I put my wife on all fours in front of Sarah and started the show. Sarah was encouraging and commenting all the way. She even slapped my wife’s butt in the heat of the moment. With one arm I was holding my wife ass, and my other hand went to explore Sarah. I grabbed her breast for a while, overwhelmed by the surreal experience. All of us were at peak excitement, and soon the wave of pleasure hit us. I felt my wife start shaking so I speed up amd came just after her. The others were also close to the end.

My sunshine and I fell onto the bed, hugging each other. We needed some time to come back to our senses.

All four of us were lying in silence, but it was not awkward at all. We were both quite happy in the moment, and the guys seemed to have enjoyed it as well.

After some time, my wife got up and put her dress back on.

“Are you guys alright? It was so much fun, wasn’t it?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yes, it was! But it’s getting late, we probably should go,” my wife replied.

She probably felt a bit out of place now. What just happened was crazy, and she, and to be honest, I as well, didn’t know how to react or what to do next.

“That’s a shame! Please don’t go so soon! I’ll get you something to drink!” Sarah rushed from the bed; she was still naked, and I turned my gaze away.

“Oh, sorry!” Sarah quickly grabbed a robe.

“Hey guys, if you’re willing to stay for a little while, we have another idea for you! What do you say? Please say yes.” She was so sincere we couldn’t find a reason to leave.

Sarah continued, “It might sound a little too much for you, but what do you think if Tim goes with you, cutie, to your room, and we stay here?” She looked at me.

“Of course, we don’t have to do anything sexual if you’re not ready. It’s just so we can get to know each other better, a sleepover with friends, so to say.”

We were reluctant, but after what had just happened, we felt curious about what could happen next.

“I guess we can try. It might be fun, as friends. What do you think, honey?” I saw in my wife’s eyes that she wanted it.

“Sure, I’m in.”

Tim and my honey bunny were ready to leave.

“Ok, I guess… see you later!” she said.

Sarah waved back at her. “Ask Tim for massage at least, he very good at it.”

When the door closed, I suddenly felt like the mood had completely changed. Somehow, I felt like me and Sarah were strangers. As if I was not playing with her tits half an hour ago and she was not fucked in front of me. I felt like all of that had happened with someone else, not me, and we were just two people who didn’t know each other. And I suddenly found that I had completely forgotten how to talk to women. I was desperately thinking about what to say. Sarah was also silent, just smiling.

“The weather is really nice. Last year it rained half of the time!” I couldn’t believe I had just said that.

“Yeah, I absolutely enjoy it too,” Sarah replied and added, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

She closed the door and soon l heard sound of showef. I said to myself, “Relax a little. No pressure, she probably doesn’t even want to do anything like that. We’ll just chit-chat a little, what else? Maybe another drink? And then what? Go to sleep? Should I sleep on the floor?”

I wondered how my love was doing, probably feeling even worse than me. When Sarah got back and we had another minute of silence, I said, “They probably don’t know what to talk about either.”

“Yeah, Tim is not much of a talkative person. Do you want to sneak up and listen to what they’re doing?” She looked mischievous.

I shrugged. Sarah grabbed my hand, and we went into the hallway. There was no one there.

She leaned toward the door, trying to hear something. Her eyes widened, and she waved me to come closer to listen as well.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Shh!” She put her hand over my mouth.

I leaned toward the door as well and immediately heard my little darling’s voice. I knew exactly what she was doing! Oh, you little slut, it had been less than twenty minutes since they left.

“They’re having a good time!” Sarah said. She seemed so thrilled about it. “Let’s go in and see, quiet.” She tried to open the door without making a noise. But judging from the excited moaning and screaming, no one would notice anyway.

We stepped in carefully. What we saw was pretty much in line with what we had heard.

Tim, bare-assed, was moving back and forth, pushing my wife forward sith each stroke while she hung onto the bed. It felt like we were watching a porn movie. After each push, she was pushing back hard. Her little titties were jumping around. Tim was slapping her ass occasionally, and she was moaning and bending her back for him as if asking him to go even harder.

I was immediately hard, and Sarah probably felt it as we stood very close to each other. She smiled at me and gently pushed me back out. “Let’s go,” she whispered.

We went back to the other room. Sarah pushed me onto the bed, and her robe immediately fell down. I was so turned on that my hands were literally shaking. She helped me with my pants and started sucking my dick. It felt so good.

But I wanted to do the same way our other halves were doing it. I grabbed Sarah and put her on her knees on the bed. She knew immediately what I wanted and bent, inviting me inside her.

I could not believe that I was there. I felt like it was someone else holding onto this cute little ass, and I was just watching it from above. I was pulling her onto my dick again and again. Her cute asshole was so tempting, I could not resist to put my finger on it and start massaging a little.

Sarah seemed to like it. “That’s right, fuck me in both holes.”

We kept going like this for some time.

“Does your cutie let you in her ass?” She looked at me with her familiar mischievous smile. “I will let you if you want.”

“Sure I do.”

I carefully as I could pressed against her other hole, and she pushed herself on me, letting me in smoothly. Turned out It does feel different, she was so tight.

I felt that I was at the finish line, and my strokes became harder and slower. She probably felt it too. “Cum inside me,” she asked.

And that was it, I exploded. My head was spinning, and I heard jingle bells in my head. I stayed inside her for a little while, and she was close enough to orgasm as well.

I put her on her back and started kissing her body, her neck, her face. In a few moments, she sighed as waves of pleasure hit her.

Then we were lying there, gently touching each other, feeling lazy. We still didn’t talk much, but now we felt closer. It was a strange feeling, completely different from what I felt with my wife. I thought i might feel guilty but i did not. It was amazing and intimate expirience with Sarah but it just was something else.

We spent the next few hours cuddling.

Early in the morning, the door opened. It was Tim. Sarah was sleeping, so I quietly got up and left.

I went back to my room and saw my darling sleeping. Her blanket was half on the floor. I put it back and lay down next to her. She was so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep. I gave her a gentle kiss. For a moment she opened her eyes, smiled at me, murmured something, and immediately fell asleep again.

One of the classic ideas couples always talk about is role playing in bed. My wife and I tried it a few times, and as hot as it sounded in our heads, in reality it usually ended up feeling awkward and a bit cringe. We just couldn’t take it seriously for long enough.

When she was finally ready to give up on the whole idea, I decided to step up and prove that we were better lovers than that - or at least no worse than your average porn actors.

I analyzed what usually went wrong. Talking always felt unnatural and cringe - fine, less talking, more action.

Doing it at home wasn’t helping either; everything felt too familiar. No problem, I could arrange a different place.

But the biggest problem was that we just couldn’t stay in character for very long. That was the toughest one to solve - but luckily, I already had a few promising ideas.

A few days later I told my wifey not to make any plans for the weekend because I had a surprise for her.

“The kind I’ll like? Or is it your parents visiting?” she smirked.

“Ha-ha. The kind you’ll never forget, I hope. And before you ask, no - I can’t tell you anything. Just trust me, it’ll be fun. All you need to do is be at the park where we usually walk, at 8 in the morning,” I replied.

When Saturday morning came, I was already done with all the preparations and waiting in my car at the place I had told her. It was quiet, just as you’d expect on an early weekend morning.

Soon enough I saw her, and immediately felt a thrill about what was about to happen. She was walking slowly, drinking her coffee, completely unaware.

When she sat down on the bench, it was time for me to start. I approached from behind so she wouldn’t notice me.

The only thing I had told her beforehand was that she should act like we were strangers. Other than that, she had no idea what was about to happen.

I firmly grabbed her by the shoulder. “Please remain calm and cooperate. You are under arrest.”

It was so unexpected that she spilled some coffee on herself and dropped the cup.

“Fucking idiot, you scared me to death!”

I might have overdone it a little bit—but now I had to keep going.

“Come along, please.”

I pulled her up from the bench and, keeping a firm grip on her shoulder, led her toward the car.

“My shirt is ruined!” she complained. She was wearing her usual office outfit—a shirt and skirt.

I didn’t reply and kept walking.

“Arrest? For what?” she asked more calmly now, the first shock wearing off as she realized I was up to something.

Once we reached the car, I put the handcuffs on her and asked her to sit down.

I sat next to her in the back seat and put a blindfold over her eyes.

“Hey!” she tried to object.

“Now I will search you for anything dangerous. Please remain calm.”

I started what was supposed to be a search, trying to touch her as inappropriately as possible. My hands explored her from top to bottom, lingering on her breasts before moving down between her thighs.

“Found anything?” she asked.

I don’t know why I suddenly thought it would be fun to tear her shirt. Without giving it much thought, I pulled it apart. Some buttons flew off, though not all of them—the rest I simply unbuttoned.

“Was that really necessary? I liked this shirt. So what - do you find my tits deadly?”

I do find her breasts deadly beautiful - not big, with perfectly shaped small nipples. I did my best to stay in character.

“You will now be transported to a government facility for further questioning.”

I moved to the driver’s seat and started the car. Then I headed out of town toward the cottage I had rented. It was quite isolated, deep in the woods.

The drive took about thirty minutes. She asked me a few times where we were going, but I kept ignoring her.

I was wondering how she was feeling. Obviously, she wasn’t happy about her ruined clothes, but judging by her other reactions, I’d say she was hooked.

I looked in the mirror. She was sitting quietly, looking so vulnerable. Her breathing had calmed down by then.

Soon I turned off the main road, and she noticed the change immediately. A few minutes later we stopped at a gate. I helped her out of the car.

“Where are we?” she asked quietly.

The forest was full of natural sounds - birds, leaves, the wind - but there were no cars, no voices, nothing else to be heard.

There was a driveway from the gate to the house, but I decided to take a more scenic route. She was still blindfolded. I led her through the woods. She stepped carefully over the uneven ground, and the sound of dry leaves made the walk feel a bit mysterious.

I was trying to imagine how she felt. My idea was to confuse her a little, so we walked like that for a few minutes, circling around the house.

We entered through the garage, and I took her downstairs to the basement.

There was a gym, an ideal place for my ideas. I brought some of our toys and bought something specifically for this occasion. Everything was prepared.

I cuffed her to the bench press rack and left her there for a while. I needed to take a breath, as I was a bit nervous.

Upstairs, I turned on the screen and saw images from several webcams I had placed in the gym before. She was where I had left her, her hands cuffed behind her back, blindfold still on. She was trying to explore the space around her and figure out where she was.

Ok, I am ready. I came back to her and said “You are under arrest, and I suggest you tell me everything.” It sounded little weird but she played along.

“Okay, but what exactly do you want to know? You must be mistaking me for someone else,”

“No worries, I will make you talk.”

I grabbed her hair firmly, but not too much, as I knew she liked it. I saw how she bit her lip in excitement.

Okay, let’s start, I thought.

I started to strip her. The already ruined shirt went first. I had to use scissors to remove the rest of her clothes. Her body was reacting. I felt her tension.

I decided to start with something classic. We had tried playing with wax before, and it had always been good for her - not too painful, but still exciting.

This time she wasn’t expecting it, so when the first few drops landed around her nipples, she twitched and screamed in surprise.

I continued for a little while, noticing how her breathing became heavier - and how she was now anticipating the next drops.

Then I uncuffed her and secured her to the bench, lying on her stomach with her knees on the floor. Finally, an opportunity to use the bondage kit our friends had given us as a joke gift quite a while ago.

After making sure she couldn’t move, I took the whip. It was one of those that looks kind of intimidating but is made of rather soft material - the kind beginners use. I guess she knew what was coming.

With the first strike, she sighed with a mix of excitement and pain.

It was mesmerizing to watch her skin gradually turn red, to see how her muscles reacted and anticipated each stroke. How she was completely submitting herself to me - and probably enjoying it even more than I was.

I let her rest for a few minutes while I prepared the surprise I had bought for her. It was an anal hook. I attached it to the plank in such a way that I could regulate its height.

I spread her butt cheeks slightly and placed it against her hole. She moved forward instinctively, but I was persistent and increased the pressure a little, giving her time to accept her fate and relax.

She moaned softly as I finally adjusted the height of the hook so that she remained in a rather uncomfortable position.

I was so aroused at that moment that I felt like I needed a cold shower or something. I left her there and went to the bathroom, washing my face a few times. Okay, ready for the next part.

I came back to her and put the hook away so she could finally relax. She was visibly relieved; her legs might have been sore.

“There is no need for all of this, you know,” I said, gently petting her back. “Just tell me you will cooperate.”

My other hand slowly made its way along her thighs to her pussy.

“I will,” she agreed. She was so wet and horny.

I turned on her vibrator. “You will say everything I want.”

“Yes, I will.”

After some time, I saw she was almost ready to cum, but I didn’t want that yet. I wanted to make her ask for it. So I put the thing away. She sighed with disappointment.

“Okay, show me that you will be a good girl from now on.”

I released her arms and sat her up. Then I unzipped my pants in front of her and put my hand on the back of her head, slightly inviting her to proceed.

We both love oral sex, but this time it felt completely different. I wondered how she felt. She was doing her best.

Soon enough, I felt like I was going to cum. It felt out of character to be considerate and pull out of her mouth, so I made her swallow it all.

She seemed so eager to please me.

“Good girl!”

End of part 1

I’m usually not the kind of guy who does pranks. Honestly, I’m pretty boring. But there was this one time I’m actually kind of proud of myself.

Well, to be fair, a big part of it was planned by my wife - she’s way more creative and artistic than me. But I like to think we did it as a team.

My wife is the love of my life. We’ve been through a lot together - ups and downs like any couple. There were times we really struggled.

But now we’re in that stage of life where we can finally just enjoy things. Our only kid is away at college, we both have stable jobs, and most importantly, we’ve learned how to actually appreciate time together.

We kind of rediscovered our sex life and have done some pretty wild things recently. We’re past jealousy now, even seeing other couples doesn’t really bother us. There’s complete trust between us.

So one time my wife was complaining. There was this guy at her job - he was flirting with her, and at first she actually found it kind of amusing. Just something to make boring office days a bit brighter.

But recently he started pushing it more, and other colleagues also began noticing it, so it became more annoying for her than anything else.

“Just tell him you’ve got a jealous husband who’ll kick his ass,” I suggested.

“That might actually work,” she replied.

“What if I invite him on a date and you ‘accidentally’ meet us and confront him?” she suggested.

“Confront? What do you mean? How big is this guy? I’m not much of a fighter, you know. And don’t you think meeting in a public place would be a bit too coincidental?” I said. “I have a better idea - invite him here, and I’ll catch him with his pants down, so to say.”

“This is brilliant. We’re definitely doing it.”

She was so excited about the plan. We went over all the details, and a few days later she told me they were going on a date on Friday night.

In the morning on Friday, I was watching from the bed as she prepared for her “mission.” She put on her lingerie and checked herself in the mirror. I was thinking about how I managed to end up with such a beauty. She’s quite fit, with long legs and the sweetest ass. A Greek goddess.

“You look like a Greek goddess, you know,” I told her.

“Which one, Medusa?” she said, smiling. “I’ll go with the black dress. I can wear it to work, but it’s still quite sexy.”

“Keep me posted,” I asked and kissed her goodbye. I couldn’t wait for the evening.

Later she messaged me that they were on their way to the restaurant. She also sent a photo of them together in the taxi - she was already in her role of femme fatale, and the poor guy didn’t suspect anything. His hand was already on her hip. Cheeky bastard.

She was reporting everything, sending me photos of the food they ordered. He had seafood. “He probably already has some ideas,” she wrote.

Next she sent a few photos from the bathroom—she was doing some silly, sexy poses. In one, her dress was pulled down and her breasts were out of the bra. In another, she was turned away, showing her behind without panties.

“I will give panties to him now and we will be on our way home,” she wrote.

I was waiting in the guest bedroom. We have a setup for our “plays” - several cameras in the bedroom to record ourselves. I was going to watch them and appear at the most dramatic moment.

Soon they arrived. I could feel my heart beating, an adrenaline rush. I heard them laughing as they were on their way to our bedroom. I saw them enter the room on the laptop screen. He was a little drunk, his arms already around my wife.

It was exciting to watch them, knowing what was waiting next. He wasn’t wasting time - he already started pulling her dress down and squeezing her breasts. As he was kissing her neck, my wife turned to the camera and waved at me. She was already half naked, her hair messed up.

He pushed her onto the bed and his hand went under her dress, apparently exploring her thighs. I knew exactly from her expression when he reached her pussy. Oh my god, she is so hot. It was like one of those Tinto Brass movies.

She was glancing at the camera a few times, almost like she was asking me when I was going to come in - it was time already. But I decided to wait and see what would happen.

He took her dress off completely, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the view for a moment. The guy was clearly admiring her too - the sight was worth it. She was lying half on her back, her bra pushed down, exposing her small, beautiful tits I always admire so much. Her panties were already gone, her legs held tightly together.

He was saying something to her and then moved onto the bed with her. He spread her legs and started working with his tongue. She looked so confused and funny, and started waving at me, insisting I come in already.

Alright - this was my moment to go in.

And so I went to the bedroom, trying to be loud on my way. I opened the door and saw the guy on his knees, bare ass, eyes wide open in complete shock.

My wife started screaming: “Oh my God, honey, it’s not what you think it is. I’ll explain.”

And as she continued, I realized I wanted to laugh so much I could barely hold it in.

“Wait for me here,” I said, trying to keep a straight face, and walked out of the room.

I rushed back to my observation station, trying not to laugh. I heard her yelling at him, “You have to run, he has a gun, run…”

I saw on the monitor how she grabbed his pants and shoes and threw them out the window. “Jump, now!” she yelled.

And as the guy disappeared out the window into the dark, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I heard my wife laughing too - she has this cute, contagious laugh.

I came back to her, and we heard the car starting and then squealing as it hurried away. She ran to me and we hugged and laughed.

“You’re so naughty, little slut!” I said warmly.

“Me? Why didn’t you come in sooner, you old pervert!” she replied.

And then we fucked.