My Wife’s New Admirer

I’d had my fair share of threesomes with my wife, Julie, in the past – about four, I think. Each experience had left me exhilarated, my hardness and endurance far surpassing our usual intimate moments together. I never analyzed why it sparked such excitement, but I knew it was going to be a wild night, one that would rival the time Julie seemed more interested in the other guy and I felt like an outsider. That was an exception, though.

It had been three years or more since anything like that happened, but our holiday in Queensland changed everything. We met Dave, a Canadian guy, and his friend Claudia, who were staying at the same hotel as us. The place was nothing special – simple villas surrounding a pool, spa, and beach. We connected over drinks at the bar, and I noticed Dave’s attention to Julie, constantly trying to impress her.

As the day went on, I caught Julie flirting shamelessly with Dave, her hands wandering up her one-piece swimsuit. I felt a familiar excitement building, but this time, it was different. I was the one watching, feeling like an outsider in my own marriage. Claudia left us for a bit, and Dave and Julie stood by the pool, talking in hushed tones. I was lying on a lounge, trying to ignore the scene, but my curiosity got the better of me.

Dave had his hands on the edge of the pool, and Julie was standing next to him, her breasts pressed against his arm. Her face was inches from his ear, whispering something that made him smile. I could sense the excitement in the air, and my own body responded. I was glad I’d draped a towel over myself earlier, as my erection grew.

It was a strange sensation, like I was the one doing something wrong. I felt like an intruder, watching my wife flirt with another man. But Julie was the one making all the moves, her body language screaming desire. Dave, of course, was happy to oblige, who wouldn’t be in that situation? The waiter’s approach broke the spell, and Julie leaned back, feigning nonchalance, but I knew she was just getting started.

Claudia called Dave and Claudia to get ready for dinner, and I was left alone with Julie. She was staring at me, a mix of emotions on her face – accusation, amusement, and something more. I couldn’t quite place it, but it made me hungry for her.

We had a delicious meal, but I could sense Julie’s restlessness. She ordered oysters, and I made a joke about their supposed aphrodisiac properties. She glanced at Dave’s table, and I knew she was already thinking about what was to come.

As we finished the dessert, Julie pushed her plate away, leaned back in her chair, and spread her legs wide. It was a provocative gesture, one that would normally be reserved for a more intimate setting. But in that moment, it was clear she was ready and willing. The waiter approached, and Julie said, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

The words sent a jolt through me, but it was the look on her face that really got me – a challenge, a dare, and a promise all rolled into one. She was testing the air, wondering what would happen if the waiter overheard her. I knew she was playing with fire, but I was right there with her.

As we walked back to our villa, Julie’s hand was sliding up my back, her body pressed against mine. I could feel her excitement building, and I knew I had to keep up. We stopped in front of the villa, and Julie turned me around to face her. She pulled my face down to her breasts, exposing one of them to my mouth. I sucked her nipple, and she gasped, her other hand moving rhythmically between us.

I thought she was trying to rub my cock, but soon realized she was touching herself. Her fingers were moving up and down, pressing hard on her mound. I lifted her dress, and she continued to rub herself, her fingers sliding along her lips. I could see every detail, the increased wetness, the clitoris enlarging as she touched herself. It was like watching a work of art, a masterpiece of eroticism.

Julie’s gasp and moan shocked me, and I saw her thrust three fingers into herself. She leaned on my shoulder, her head falling onto my chest. I was holding her up, feeling her body vibrate as she continued to thrust her hand between her thighs. It was a beautiful, torturous sight, and I was right there with her, lost in the moment.

Julie’s hand was a blur of motion, demanding an orgasm from her body. It was like watching a storm build, the tension growing, until it finally broke. Her whole body convulsed, her breath forced out, and I held her up as her knees buckled. But she didn’t stop, her hips jerking forwards, simulating fucking.

I knew there was still more there, and I whispered in her ear, “No need to stop. I bet you could take more.” I pressed my hand against hers, holding her fingers inside her. “I bet three fingers aren’t enough for you right now. I bet you could easily take a long, thick cock.” Julie’s head was on my shoulder, her breath ragged against my neck, “Hmm, yesss.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I continued to paint a picture in my head – a picture of her, me, and a big, hard dick. I was lost in the moment, my dark visions becoming more real, and I knew I couldn’t wait to see where this night would take us.

My fingers danced across Julie’s skin, teasing her with every gentle touch. I could feel the power of my engorged penis building inside her, a potent force that threatened to unleash at any moment.

“Can you feel it, Julie?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “Can you feel my cock sliding all the way in?” I paused, letting her savor the sensation. “You’re so wet, you want this cock so much.”

“Yes… cock inside me…” Julie’s voice trailed off, her breathing ragged as she arched her back, seeking more.

“Your pussy is on fire, burning with desire,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Your cunt needs to be fucked, needs to be filled by that long, thick cock.”

Julie’s hand, still pressed against her own body, moved urgently, as if trying to reach the source of her pleasure. I could feel her fingers working, probing deep.

“Yes, yes… I need it. Got to have that huge dick rammed into me. Harder and harder…” Julie’s words hung in the air, a sensual incantation that drove me forward.

“You’re pushing hard against the cock now, driving it deeper into your cunt,” I whispered, my own breathing growing more labored.

“Mmm… oh God, it’s big,” Julie moaned, her body undulating beneath mine.

“Yes, it is big, isn’t it?” I whispered, my lips grazing her skin. “But you can take it. You love fucking so much, you can take any cock. You love cock.”

Julie’s response was immediate, her voice a husky whisper. “Yes, yes… any cock, all cocks. I love to get fucked… get fucked hard by huge dicks. I love to get fucked and suck cock.”

My own control began to slip, my words tumbling out in a sensual cascade. “Can you feel it now, a thick, hard cock fucking your cunt and a cock in your mouth…?”

“Ooh yes, I’m sucking on a big cock and licking the balls until it shoots into my mouth…” Julie’s voice was a sensual litany, drawing me deeper into the pleasure.

“On your hands and knees, getting fucked from behind like an animal. Can you see it, Julie? Can you see yourself getting fucked?”

Julie’s hand plunged deeper, her fingers disappearing into her own body. “Oh God, oh yes… he’s fucking me now.”

“Ah yes,” I thought, my own pleasure building to a crescendo. “Here it comes.”

“Can you see that monster cock pumping into you, Julie?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

“Yes, yes, he’s ramming it into me… so fast, he’s so strong. His balls bouncing against me… oh yes, fuck me hard, baby.”

Julie’s words were like a siren’s call, drawing me deeper into the pleasure. “Suck another cock for me.”

“Yes… want that hard prick in my mouth… mmm, mmm, oh I love the taste of a new cock in my mouth… oh God, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Hump that cock.”

“Oh yess… I want their cum inside me so much. I’m sucking hard on his cock now… he’s fucking my face… ohh… I’m pushing my finger into his ass… yes, yes, it’s all hot and salty in my mouth. Should I swallow his cum?”

“Yesss.”

“I’m swallowing all the hot cum he’s shooting into my mouth. Oh God… I’m cumming… he’s ramming that huge cock into me from behind… love it so much… give me all your cock… you’re so big… unnh… fuck me harder… unnnh…yes, yes, that’s it, baby, cum inside me… oh, oh yes, fill my cunt… ooooh oooh yessss.”

The intensity of Julie’s orgasm was almost overwhelming, her body vibrating uncontrollably as she cried out in pleasure. I held her up, steadying her as the tremors flowed through her body.

Eventually, once Julie’s movements had calmed, I lowered her dress, smoothing it out. “Time to head back to our villa, I think,” I suggested, trying to sound casual.

Julie’s breathing was a little heavier than normal, but other than that, she seemed to have regained her composure remarkably quickly. As we were leaving, I noticed a surprisingly large patch of dampness on the concrete where we had been standing.

“Looks like we made a bit of a mess,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Julie laughed, of course. “You’re responsible for defacing the resort’s property, I’m sure.”

I grinned. “Actually, I think I see the Virgin Mary in it. We should cut it out and take it home to sell on e-bay.”

Julie’s response was immediate, a stinging slap on the shoulder and a rebuke that I was surely going to go to Hell for my remark. But considering what happened later that night, I thought that it was my wife who was in more urgent need of redemption…