My Work Colleague’s Wife: A Night to Remember

This was the night that would change everything. A party for my work at a hotel far from home, and my beautiful wife Wendy was letting loose in ways I never thought possible.

Wendy, 35 years old, 5’11” with a stunning D cup, had always been the epitome of modesty, but tonight she was a different woman. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and her milky white skin glowed in the dim light of the ballroom.

I watched as she laughed and chatted with Steve, a colleague I’d never met before. She was sipping a drink, something she rarely did, and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but also a deep arousal at the sight of my wife like this.

As the night wore on, Wendy continued to let her hair down, dancing with a stranger and even flirting with him shamelessly. I was torn between my desire to join in and my need to keep a safe emotional distance.

When I approached the table, Wendy was chatting with Gary, a client I’d met before, and Steve. They were discussing sex, and I was shocked to hear my wife joining in, answering questions about everything from shaving to size.

As the conversation turned to more explicit topics, Wendy seemed to grow more and more comfortable, eventually suggesting that she show them her shaved vagina. I was stunned, but also incredibly turned on.

As we headed to our room, I couldn’t help but wonder what the night would bring. Would Wendy really follow through on her promises, or would she change her mind at the last minute?

Once in the room, the tension was palpable, and I could see the desire in the eyes of my wife and our guests. We laughed and joked, but beneath the surface, something more primal was brewing.

Wendy seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing and teasing Gary and Steve as they undressed her. I felt a surge of excitement as I watched her, my own arousal growing with every passing moment.

As the night wore on, Wendy’s inhibitions continued to drop, and she became more and more receptive to the advances of our guests. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, my shy and conservative wife transformed into a willing participant in this wild and debauched scene.

But as the action began, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was truly okay with this. Was I really ready to watch my wife have sex with two other men, or was this just a fantasy come to life?

“Are you sure this is what you want to see?” Wendy asked me, looking up at me with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “You want me to be their slut?”

I didn’t answer, too caught up in the moment to think about the consequences. Instead, I just watched as Gary began to take my wife, her body responding to his touch with a ferocity I’d never seen before.

As the night wore on, I found myself lost in the moment, my own desires taking over as I watched my wife and our guests lose themselves in a world of pleasure and desire.

It was a night that would change everything, a night that would leave me questioning everything I thought I knew about my wife and our relationship.

As the night wore on, Steve and Gary’s pace quickened, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Steve shoved his cock in Wendy’s open mouth, the head gliding past her lips and teeth. He pushed, forcing himself deeper, and Gary’s thrusts from behind drove him further into her throat.

Her eyes widened as his balls touched her chin, but she managed to deep throat him, the muscles in her neck straining with the effort. Steve grabbed the back of her head, his moans growing louder as he climaxed, his seed spilling down her throat. Wendy gagged at first, but then her body began to relax, and the liquid flowed down her chin.

Steve lay in front of her, his chest heaving with exertion, as Wendy laid her head on his chest, her moans barely audible. Gary continued to assault her from behind, his thrusts growing more intense. Wendy’s body began to shake, her voice rising to a scream as she begged for more. “Yes, oh God, yes!” she chanted, her words becoming a mantra as her orgasm washed over her.

Gary’s thrusts grew more forceful, his hips slapping against her ass. Wendy’s body bucked beneath him, her tits brushing against Steve’s chest as she arched her back. Gary’s grip on her hips tightened, and he buried himself to the hilt, his moans growing louder as he climaxed. Wendy lay there, her head still on Steve’s chest, her body trembling with aftershocks.

As Gary withdrew, his cock shrinking as he pulled out, Wendy remained still, her ass still exposed. Gary got off the bed and walked to the side closest to her head, lifting her by the hair and guiding her mouth to his cum-soaked cock. To my surprise, she began to lick it clean, her eyes never leaving mine.

After a few minutes, Steve and Gary got dressed, said their goodbyes, and kissed Wendy as they left. Wendy lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on me, a question in her gaze. “Is that what you wanted to see all this time?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I crawled up next to her, my chest heaving with exertion. “Well, I guess so, but I’m not sure I was ready for all that at once.” She laughed, a husky sound, and said, “If you’re going to go, go big.” I smiled, and she pulled me on top of her, her legs wrapping around my waist.

My dick slid into her with ease, a strange sense of calm washing over me. As we made love, she looked at me, her eyes shining with tears. “I guess you were right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “There’s a difference between making love and being fucked.” I looked at her, my dick still inside her, Gary’s juices providing all the lubrication I needed.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice husky with desire. She smiled, her lips curling up in a sly smile. “Well, they just fucked me the best I ever have been, but they can never make love to me like you are now.” I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest, and I knew exactly what she meant.