She was the one who initially thought of the garden bed. We had been drooling over fantasy after fantasy on the bright new day. So many options. I said to her, “I want to watch you.” “I want to see you have sex with another man. I want him to force you to come. I want him to enter you so that I can fuck you after that.
She expressed her liking for that. Just her and the two males to focus on her. She’d added, “And… I want to be outside,” to the scenario in her mind. At twilight. That magical moment right before dusk. Similar to last night. She said, “I want you to watch Henri fuck me on a big, dreamy bed outside.” I immediately recognized the dreamy bed as the sizeable four-poster bed we had used since getting to the property, complete with white muslin drapes. What day comes after tomorrow, do you know? Happy Solstice! She hesitated. How about it? We might have a small solstice celebration at our house with Henri. On the longest day of the year, observe dusk?”
“I swear, that is not what I will be watching.“
She had guided me back to our room while holding my hand.
*
That’s how it happened that on the longest day of the year, I found myself taking apart our wonderful white bedframe and reassembling it in a perfect, hidden meadow surrounded by miniature stands of summer trees in all their splendor while listening to birdsong. Overall, it had been simple enough to loosen a few bolts and roll out a mattress on an old wheelbarrow. I worked fast because I had a dream to fulfill and a goal to make a reality for us. When I was finished, I imagined my wife getting fingered by our impending guest as I sat in the shade and enjoyed the tiny bower I had made.
On that day, he showed us the oceanfront café perched on a bluff, and we enjoyed some wine and oysters before returning home for an “aero” on the patio. Together, we laughed and lived a carefree life. Looking back, I recall our glances, how close she stood to him, and how carefree and joyous she seemed.
As the late afternoon wore on to dusk, we savored a glass of Pernod and a little wine. We then quickly put together a modest meal using the little treats we had discovered throughout the day, including fresh bread, strawberries, and cheese. Her eyes never strayed from his throughout. She told me later that she felt Henri’s gaze on her body, like heat or sunlight, and that she was wearing a light sundress. He seemed to be aware of the level of moisture beneath my clothes. It seemed as though he was planning every route he could take me.
It had occurred following supper. She’d gone inside to fill her water bottle. As I sat outdoors savoring the last few drops of wine and watching dusk slowly descend over the verdant rolling meadows, Henri arrived with a few plates and glasses from our little picnic.
Henri had come in while standing there filling a pitcher with cool water, and she had suddenly felt a rush of anxiety at being alone with him. He was right behind her, where she had been standing at the washbasin, carefully setting the dishes on the sideboard. He hovered just centimeters behind her. After sitting outside in the waning summer sun, she could feel the heat radiating off him and hear his heart pounding through his chest muscles. Under the thin cotton of her sundress, she could feel her nipples springing alive, and the electricity between them was as thick as the quiet. She was aware that he could see them, too, and that he was aware of how wet her pants were. She was aware that he could hear her weak, almost terrified breathing over the terrible silence.
Her breath caught when he reached out and touched her, taking a lock of her hair and letting it flow between his hands before tracing a fingertip down the small of her back. His hand moved down and barely touched the arch of her buttocks. Trembling, she stood paralyzed as his touch slid under her dress. She let out a groan as he delicately ran his fingertips up the insides of her thighs, letting them linger above the wet area in her pants, almost but not quite touching.
His mouth touched the nape of her neck, and through his trousers, she could feel his cock squeezing against her. Her body shook in orgasm as he moved her underwear’ sopping crotch to one side and gave her a gentle touch on the base of her clit. She cried out as the afternoon’s heat and need flowed into his hand, soaking his fingers. After a few moments of being breathless, she turned to give Henri a hungry kiss, her hand grasping his firm cock through his trousers. Never before had she desired to be fucked as much as she did at that precise moment. “I simply wanted him to take me, bend me over the kitchen table. Fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, fuck my back. I was indifferent.
I had yelled out from outside, though, wondering where everyone was at that moment. After they parted ways, she straightened her pants, dressed, and took out the water pitcher while Henri followed suit.
That night, as I lay next to her bare body, her nipples hard, her breasts large, I kissed her lips—still delicious from the Pernod we’d shared with our guest earlier—and ran my fingertips lightly over her hip and breast curves while she let out a small groan and breathed shallowly. I could practically taste how aroused she was.
I had posed the inquiry that had turned everything around at that point. I took one look at her, writhing happily under my touch, and decided to go for it. I gave her a gentle kiss before running my hands up her thighs to find the source of the damp heat coming from between her legs.
Did you get wet from being around Henri? When I gently touched her clit with my fingertips, she gasped and trembled.
Perhaps? With a whisper, she acknowledged. She took a little break. “Recall,” she utters, slurring a little, more drunk from her excitement than from drinking, “how you said it was okay with you if I ever wanted to fuck someone else?”
That was an additional inebriated evening during which I had admitted my desire for her to have sex with other guys, doing whatever she pleased, and then telling me about it. Though we had been thinking about it and had sex for hours that night, we had never actually talked about it. As if to confirm a suspicion, she went between my legs and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock.
With my cock throbbing in her palm, I murmured, “I do remember,” and I gave her another ravenous kiss as my fingertips slipped down across her slit. She was wetter than I had ever seen her. She was leaking. “I recall that I only requested that you inform me about it.”
She took hold of my hand and dragged it between her legs, pressing my fingers into her soaking slit and pressing it up on her sodden mound. “I suppose I should tell you something now.”
*
During that summer day, I assembled our love nest in the clearing, and she called Henri. Her call had come as a pleasant surprise to him, and he had graciously agreed to spend the evening with us “outside, but in bed,” as my wife described it. He guessed right away what had happened to my wife as though it was to be expected after his affair with her. He said, “I’m relieved that everything turned out okay.” She had gone to the store to pick up some supplies for our summer evening once we had decided what to do. After a modest lunch, we relaxed in our spacious outdoor boudoir while the shadows extended into the late afternoon and early evening. Occasionally, we exchanged glances filled with the joy of expectation.
*
I watch her stretch and revel in the linens and throws, her hands idly moving over her body as she lies in her white cotton dress, the air cooling into a lovely June early evening breeze. Her dress is hiked up about her hips, and her knickers have been removed hours ago and left on the meadow’s verdant grass. She runs her fingertips along the insides of her thighs, teasing her already wet and swollen pussy. We had discussed my wish to watch her face when he penetrates her and my desire to be with her while she experiences another man’s pleasure. She had expressed a desire to finally feel and taste Henri’s cock inside her. The afternoon appears to go by slowly as it transitions into the magical hour of dusk, dreamy and drowsy. I can feel myself stiffening, conscious of the passing of time, as I watch her arousal mount and her thighs become slippery with excitement. Her eyes meet mine as I sit and observe her, gently pulling the leather cuffs and metal chain through my hands. A sudden wave of desire and gratitude for my wife rises in me. It is now only a matter of minutes.
I get up from my chair and walk up to her, my cock swelled in my shorts. The bed falls away from me as I kneel next to her and gently caress her, each motion slow and deliberate as I relish the deep yearning we both have. I give her thighs, lips, and neck gentle kisses. We’ve been edging together for days, and she reacts with delighted quivers at every touch. Now that we are kissing hard and intensely, I can feel my cock being drawn towards her as if by a magnetic force. A tractor beam of heat shoots through my shorts and connects me to the burning desire between her legs.
My lips softly follow her neck, passing over her breasts and ending inside her thighs as I linger to taste and smell my wife. Now she trembles, needs leaking from her, and her breath is coming in tiny breaths. She is prepared for him; she is ready for the cock of another guy to slip within her as I watch slowly.
I get up and move to the head of the mattress, and she extends her wrists one at a time as I cuff them and fasten them to the rails. It was her idea to wear the cuffs. We both enjoyed the thought of watching him take her, the idea that she was all his to enjoy. She had wanted him to take her so severely that evening at the kitchen sink, to be filled with need and have him fill her and have his way with her.
I give her another kiss, my cock pulsating with the need to be inside her, but I’m determined not to give in and instead let the tension mount with every second that goes by. She is still writhing beneath my hands, pushing her legs together in agonized expectation as I continue to sweep over her body. It’s genuinely dusk now, even through the mist of my lust for her. He’ll arrive at any time.
I get up, pace back to my chair in silence, and sit down to watch my beautiful wife writhing in the rumpled sheets, her hands chained to the bedframe and her panties off, her white dress pushed up to reveal her gorgeous wet pussy, gasping softly and aching to touch herself. I take down my shorts and start stroking my erect shaft. As I do, she beams at me contentedly, and a few moments later, I watch Henri stroll through the meadow, his typical easygoing demeanor, in silence. She turns to watch him approach after seeing him, too. For a split second, I feel the powerful connection between them that followed their canceled meeting the night before, their bodies seemingly drawn to each other like magnets. Henri pauses to look at my wife, stretched out in a passionate slumber under him, and I can see the tentpole in his shorts.
My wife’s body writhing beneath him fascinates him as he gently unzips and cradles his thick member in his palm. His size astounds and impresses me, and I can see the pleasure my wife is experiencing as he carefully inserts his pulsating member within her without taking off his shorts. She lets out a faint groan, and as I watch him slide into her sleek pussy, my cock tingles. She turns to face me, her gaze meeting and holding mine as she feels another man’s cock fill her and fuck her as he glides slowly inside her, enjoying each thrust. Even now, I’m moving closer to myself, caressing myself until I feel like I could burst, then pulling away, wanting every moment to linger forever.
As Henri takes her in front of me, her pleasure increases with every stroke, and her climax intensifies. She cries as his thick shaft barely pierces her dripping honeypot, tempting her with the potential of more. Each little push increases her need and pleasure. He pauses and pulls out for a while to take off his shorts before entering her again. With the ease and confidence of a seasoned lover, he fucks her now, holding her left leg up and caressing her thighs, and kissing her feet. My spouse gazes at me with a glimmer in her eyes that combines triumph and ecstasy. Look at the joy he may bestow upon me. They appear to say. Can you see his huge cock pulsing within me? See him give me the kind of fuck I deserve. As he keeps pushing, he teases her clit with this fingertip, and my wife’s groans pierce the darkness.
As the darkness closes in around us, the string of lights my wife had painstakingly placed around the canopy is suddenly dazzling. Henri moves into my wife while I stand up and carefully make my way to where she rests her head on the pillows to kiss her lips and breasts. I am tense, rigid, and exploding.
I get up and walk over to where my wife’s handcuffs are. She realizes this and moves away from Henri for a bit, exposing herself to me with her hips and ass in the air so he can grab her from behind. I plant a gentle kiss on her lips as he sinks his thick shaft into her, tasting her desire and need once more. As he fucks her and plants tender kisses in between her groans, we look into each other’s eyes. She observes that my cock is pulsating and standing at attention, and she briefly inserts it between her lips, giving me a relief-inducing delicate caress. Henri penetrates her from behind more quickly and forcefully while she caresses me with her hands. As her climax intensifies, her kisses get wilder until she screams and turns around Henri’s cock, staring at me while her body trembles.
She takes a few deep breaths and enjoys the light of her release spread while grinning and laughing with Henri and me. Still inside her, Henri assists her in taking off her clothing. Even though she’s here, there are still two full cocks that need to be appeased. Now, ready to have my turn inside my wife, I approach them, and Henri steps politely aside as if I’ve interrupted a dance. My spouse gently places her moist cunt over my erection as I collapse back onto the warm bedding.
She is more moist than I have ever felt before, more so than the previous evening, and she holds me tightly, pressing down on my bulging, hardened shaft. She glides around me while riding me and gazing into Henri’s eyes. She kisses him, and her cries grow as, to my amazement, another orgasm starts to develop. Her climax is palpable, a surge of moisture surrounding my cock. I feel the heat of my explode around me as I blast inside of her because I can no longer wait. My hot seed spills out of my wife as I pull out and stroke her hips. She feels the final tremors of her climax as her lips are crushed against Henri’s.
She dismounts, kisses me tenderly, and turns back to face Henri. She is not done yet, and neither am I. In the dark, I return to my chair and observe my wife lying on her side with Henri curled beside her. He glides right inside my wife, leaving her thighs covered with come. My cock starts to rise again as I picture how soft, hot, and delicious it must feel for him to slip his cock into my wife after another man has just filled her.
It seems for a bit of time that the shortest night of the year would never end as I watch him give her pleasure.
