Story Title: Failed Marriage
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I watched as my wife stood before him in black lace panties and a black lace bra. She was also wearing a matching garter belt along with silk stockings. She clearly had bought the ensemble just for him as I didn’t recognize any of it.
The way she stood before him seemed unusual. She looked uncomfortable being exposed in such a way and moved her arms and hands in a vain attempt to cover up. With me, and in front of other men, she displayed a sense of confidence that made her ooze sexiness. Mason, on the other hand, oozed masculinity as he sat on the bed, so much so that he turned my strong and confident wife submissive solely by his presence. I inched closer to the windows as he commanded her to remove her bra. I watched as she unfastened the clasp and it fell to the floor. The nipples on her small breast were erect and dark red. She instinctively tried to cover them, but he quickly told her no and she let her arms drop to her side to give him a clear view.
Next came her panties and garter belt. First came the garter. That seemed easy, but my wife was positively awkward as she slid her panties over her hips and down past her knees. As soon as she had them off and was able to stand back up, she immediately moved her hands between her legs to cover herself. Once again, he insisted her move her hands aside so he could see. She stood awkwardly and totally exposed before him. I was completely taken aback by hear cleanly shaven pussy. That was just one more thing she did for him that she had never done for me. I wondered when she had it done. It had been over a month since I’d seen her naked.
That thought quickly faded as I watched my wife drop to her knees in front of Mason. He still sat perched on the edge on the bed but know he spread his legs to let my wife take the space between them. She looked down with anticipation and lust in her eyes as she watched him slowly unzip his pants and take out his huge, hard cock. He nodded his head for her to begin and she knew just what to do. I silently watched as my wife slid another man’s cock into her hungry mouth. She was eager to please and took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. Still he wanted more. He placed a hand on the back of my wife’s head and guided her mouth even deeper onto his cock. From that angle all I could see was the silhouette of my wife’s head bobbing up and down in his lap.
By now I had crawled all the way across the yard and was on the patio looking directly through the plantation shutters and into the bedroom. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand had slipped down between my legs and was massaging my swollen cock over the thin fabric of my pants.
I sat and watched mesmerized for more than five minutes as my wife eagerly sucked his cock. Still in all that time he didn’t seem close to orgasm. Instead, he sat still and relaxed on the edge of the bed as she pleasured him. To me, it seemed more of an act of dominance than anything else. I was surprised to watch a man treat my wife this way, I was surprised even more that she accepted it.
Soon he stopped her and placed two of his fingers underneath her chin and forced her to look up and directly into his eyes. I couldn’t see what he said but I watched as she mouthed the word “yes.” Their roles soon reversed as she took her place of the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her. He methodically disrobed as she watched in awe.