I Meet Marie's Boy Toy

The next day, I received a text from Marie around lunchtime: "I'm bringing Brad home for dinner (lol)"

I texted back: "I assume he's the main course. (lol)"

Marie's reply: "My main course, perhaps your dessert. Please make sure the bedroom is ready, including a seat for you in the closet."

The rest of the day was a blur. The only thing I remember was sporting a hard-on all day. I knew Marie wanted this, and I wanted her to be happy. We had discussed her plan last night before going to sleep. I would disappear after dinner, setting up a chair in the closet and watching them from there.

I left work early, starting dinner before Marie and Brad arrived. Brad was new at Marie's workplace. He was young, blonde, fit, and had been responsible for the burgundy underwear. They arrived and we went to the living room for cocktails. I played host and waiter while they sat together on the couch. He had an arm around her neck, his hand casually cupping her boob.

For her part she had her hand in his lap, stroking his obviously over-sized cock through his pants. I returned to the kitchen, finishing the dinner prep and setting the dining room table. I kept glancing at them on the couch, watching with interest how things were progressing. He had slipped his hand inside her blouse and bra, playing with her nipple. She had fished his cock out from his fly and was stroking it. It was almost as if I didn't exist. But that was okay by me, as long as Marie was happy. And from the look on her face, she was.

After a few minutes I returned to the living room, announcing that dinner was served. Marie and Brad sat next to each other, conversing quietly as they ate. Until Marie scooted under the table and started blowing Brad. From my vantage point in the kitchen, I could see the look on Brad's face as Marie expertly sucked him off. At one point I heard him grunt "Gonna cum.!" I took a quick peek as Marie gave him a squeeze and got out from under the table. Giving him a sloppy kiss she said, "Not now! I need you to save it for later."

I served dessert, and made myself scarce, rushing up to the bedroom to my hiding place. I chose the attached Jack and Jill bathroom to watch from since it was a bit more comfortable and I could escape to the guestroom without being seen. I waited for several minutes until I heard them climb the stairs.

"So. where did you find the caterer? Dinner was delicious." Brad said.

"That was no caterer, that was my husband."

"Your Husband? You mean, he knows?"

Leading him into the bedroom, she began to undress him, "Yup."

"And he doesn't mind?"

"Not only does he not mind. He encouraged me." She tugged down his pants and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles. She stepped away and began to strip. Slowly opening her blouse, revealing her magnificent breasts encased by an expensive lace bra. As her blouse floated to the floor she stepped out of her skirt, leaving her standing in a matching bra and panty set. He pushed her onto the bed and stepped between her parted thighs, his long, thick manhood bobbing as he walked.

From my vantage point, I could see Marie point to her pussy. Brad dropped to his knees and buried his face in her hairless cunt. Not caring if she were heard, and perhaps for my benefit, she was loud in her praises of the young man's oral abilities, soon cumming on his face. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she asked. "Are you ready? Ready to fill me with your seed?"

Brad stood, picked up Marie's legs, spreading them in a lascivious V and plunged his cock deep. Their bodies slapped together. Marie let out an 'Oof!' as Brad slammed home, grunting as Marie's cunt swallowed his massive member. I watched as his arms slid to the backs of Marie's knees, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers caressing her nipples as he pumped long and hard. Even from the bathroom I could smell the scent of raw sex emanating from Marie as her boy toy thrust in and out of her. Fap! Fap! Fap! They went at it for a minute or two before Brad said, "I want you from behind." He pulled out. I could see the glistening juices on his cock. I was painfully hard, knowing I was not to touch it. After Brad left I could clean up and fuck my wife, but not until then.

Marie re-positioned herself, giving me a perfect view of her face as Brad stepped behind her and pushed his length back in. Marie's eyes rolled back in blissful awareness. Brad reached around her with both hands, first cupping, then pinching Marie's hanging boobs. I could see they were both getting close. Marie pushing back against Brad, her jaw hanging loose, lost in a sexual fog, a rutting animal focused on one thing and one thing only. Scrunching her eyes shut, I watched my beautiful wife climax. Climax all over the young studs cock.

Brad let go of her right breast, grabbing a handful of hair just before bellowing the arrival of his orgasm. I could see the strain on his face as jet after jet of warm, sticky cum shot deep into Marie's still clutching cunt.

Brad collapsed onto the bed next to Marie, still on all fours. "This gets better every time." he panted.

Marie looked me in the eye and answered, "Yes it does."