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Click hereBut Simon kept hiding. Sure, Felicia had spotted him, but he wasn't revealing himself. If she could show her abandoned lust, shouldn't he be able to fully show how much he adored to witness it?
As if in a trance, he rose. He let his trunks fall to the ground before stepping out of hiding. Naked in plain sight, Simon leaned back against the rock from behind which he'd been spying. Unabashedly, he stroked his massive erection. He no longer cared if Lucas and Noah saw him; there was no way Felicia would allow them to stop.
But, as expected, the young men were too focused on the woman they were sharing to notice him. But Felicia did. She glanced up, and the moment her eyes fell on Simon, her body started trembling uncontrollably. Her moans escalated into a passionate cacophony, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth. Had Simon been able to think of anything other than the breathtaking image of two men driving his wife through her orgasm, he would have worried someone down at the beach might hear them.
Noah pressed deep inside her in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Felicia shivered and let Lucas's cock fall from her mouth.
"Oh, wow," she said and fell to the ground. "That was... thank you."
She rolled over on her back. Glancing up at Simon, her face was an erotic mixture of lust and gratitude. She motioned her kneeling employees closer to her chest and wrapped her hands around their erections, which glistened with her juices and saliva.
"Go on," she urged them, pumping her fists over their cocks. "Come for me."
As always, the boss got what she asked for. She aimed at her tits and stared with delighted fascination as they unloaded on her. She'd kept the young men excited all day, and their release was powerful. Gratified by her continuous cum shower, she broke out in excited laughter. She shifted her aim, making sure they covered her entire chest.
Determined to hold on until he'd taken in the entire show, Simon only barely touched his towering cock. Still slowly stroking her employees' cocks, she glanced up at Simon, giving him a knowing wink.
"Boys," Felicia said, focusing on Lucas and Noah. "Why don't you run down to the beach and wash off. I could use a moment to collect myself."
They might have wondered why she was keen to get rid of them so soon after their carnal moment. But neither of them questioned her. They nodded and proceeded to put their trunks back on. They never once looked up at Simon but glanced regularly at Felicia, who leisurely laid back, tits coated with cum.
When her employees left, she turned her full attention to Simon. She called him down by curling her finger. Still naked, Simon moved as quickly as he dared. And whatever excitement he lost while climbing down his rock resurfaced the moment he saw her up close. She looked divine, glistening with white strands over her chest, all the way up to her neck.
"This was amazing, honey," she purred and turned her focus to his towering erection. "Glad you liked it too."
Simon watched in awe as she started massaging her tits. She did this sometimes during their foreplay, knowing full well the effect her sensual touch had on him. But the act had a very different connotation when her tits were covered with her employees' cum. The sparkle of her wedding ring on her slippery finger fixated Simon's gaze.
"I always knew there was a bit of a voyeur inside you," Felicia said. "Had I known just how much, I would have done this years ago."
Simon was too turned on to speak, and only a guttural groan escaped him. Felicia smiled from ear to ear. Parting her legs, she continued.
"But watching isn't all you like to do, right?"
Epilogue
"I hope Lucas and Noah enjoyed the rest of their stay," Felicia said.
She was in the passenger seat as Simon drove them back from the airport. Oddly, this was the first time either of them mentioned her employees since the events at the beach. Neither had they discussed what she had done. Sure, there had been plenty of knowing glances during the past days, many of which resulted in the two of them quickly finding a more or less private place to relive their excitement. They both knew they would need a sober conversation about what had happened at some point but never brought it up for the remainder of their vacation. Even though nothing remotely similar had ever happened before, not discussing it kept them in the intriguing notion that the episode wasn't an atypical event.
"They certainly enjoyed the start," Simon said. "Did you ever tell them I was watching you with them?"
Felicia shook her head. "No, and I'm not sure if they saw you. Not until they came back, of course."
Images flashed through Simon's mind. By the time Lucas and Noah came back, Felicia was on her hands and knees with Simon slamming against her in impassioned lust. He had no idea how long her previous lovers had been gone, but he guessed they'd been eager to return to their queen. Neither could he tell how long they had been watching before Felicia acknowledged their presence with a casual "you remember my husband, right?"
It was odd to fuck his wife while her employees watched, but stopping once he realized they had an audience wasn't an option. He was high on carnal lust. If anything, their presence spurred him further. Even though their onlookers had fucked her moments before, her needy core demanded more. Her sexual hunger held no limits.
"Are they also back at the office tomorrow?" Simon asked, stopping at a red light.
Felicia nodded.
"Do you think they'll be able to keep their mouths shut?" Simon asked.
"I'm not worried," Felicia said. "They're reliable. And they've got good reasons to keep what we did a secret."
"Such as?"
"Well, for starters, they wouldn't want to upset their boss. I'll know it's them if I hear rumors. And honestly, do you think anyone would believe them if they spilled the beans?"
Simon made a single chuckle. To his eyes, Felicia was the embodiment of sensuality, but to anyone who weren't there that day on the beach, what transpired likely seemed too outrageous to be true.
"And..." Felicia continued. "I'm sure Lucas and Noah won't do anything to risk not getting invited for future conferences. There's one in a couple of weeks I'm thinking I might bring them along for."
She was staring out the window, pretending to look at the pedestrians. But the hint of a sly smile revealed she knew exactly the implications of what she was saying.
"Someone's greedy for her boy toys," Simon said.
"They're not that young," Felicia said. "How about I call them my boyfriends instead? And as for the greedy part..."
She trailed off and casually reached over to squeeze Simon's erection through his pants. He had long since given up on hiding how exciting he found her sexual voracity.
"I won't be there to watch you," he said. It wasn't an objection—merely a fact.
"No, I guess I can't take you with me every time I go on a business trip," Felicia said, still stroking the outline of his erection. "But I'm sure you can have a lot of fun guessing what I'd be up to—and even more fun finding out if you guessed right."
Simon shook his head in disbelief. "Boyfriends, hey?"
He wasn't sure what amazed him the most—Felicia's blatant desire to make Lucas and Noah her regular sex partners or his will to let her. But, more than anything, he was grateful she so adamantly showed she wanted to relive the experience. At least he didn't have to ask her to.
"Not all the time, of course," Felicia said. "Mainly when I take them with me on trips. And maybe I can invite them over for some dates. When you're home to watch, of course."
Simon grunted and savored the sensation of his wife's exploring hand.
"Well..." he began. "As long as it's always both of them."
Felicia giggled. "I think I can live with that. Now, take us home. I think it's about time you tell me about some of your fantasies."
The end
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Thanks to Ravenna and Tristessa Howard for valuable editing and comments.
The story is an entry to Summer Lovin' Contest, so votes and comments are appreciated.
- COMMENTS
10 Big Blazing Stars for a Hot Hot Hot Story! I could really enjoy being that Hubby. I doubt that I would feel threatened at all with the wife enjoying much younger men. They wouldn't be a threat to our marriage. She would never divorce hubby and marry a much younger man she has enjoyed illicit sex with. They couldn't support her in any way. However it would be a lot of fun to see the woman you love acting the whore with her younger BFs LOL All in All I have to give this hot story a real thumbs up! Thanks for the effort! Buster2U
This was very good. In the future you may want to add DP and bring in hubby to make her air tight and increase her desires?
Simon is a prat and his wife a slag. I wonder if she would appreciate watching him him screw a younger woman?
Living out slut fantasy with husbands tacit approval, this might be sublime as a one time thing.
You are sick. Read part of 2 of your piles of shit.. Can't stomach another word
Women will manipulate any situation to justify more cock. Husband should find some younger slut on the side and bang away while she’s with her boyfriends. The marriage will deteriorate into room mates with benefits and eventually fizzle out and become another statistic of open marriages.
This is a beautifully written story about a woman who wants her true slut to emerge. She allows her husband the opportunity to discover this as his voyeurism comes out as he watches her throughout the day being an exhibitionist while suducing two co workers at a public beach. I would love to live that fantasy!
Humans get bored with the familiar, it is what it is. As long as a couple can effectively separate sex with third parties from a relationship, things can be exciting and okay. Jealously though, and the love of shiny new toys ... requires more emotional maturity (or sociopathy) than most people can muster. Good story - glad she gave him a veto / and glad he was happy to not use it.
Moral of the story:
1. All women are sluts & whores - it's only a matter of time but not who or where.
2. If your wife is going on a business trip or to a convention, higher a P.I. and see a divorce lawyer - empty all the bank accounts, cancel credit cards, etc. - you should all know the drill by now.
3. If you didn't get her to sign a pre-nup covering, among other things, infidelity and surrender of any right or claim to marital assets, make her sign a nuptial agreement NOW!
Oh wait, nos. one and three apply AT ALL TIMES. #2 is merely one express situation of her most likely whoring and wanton slutting around. Working late (and pretty well just working/office romance/seduction and boss/client/sales fucking) and night out with the girls and going to church and going shopping and visiting sister/mother/sick friend or family and going dancing and pottery/art/hobby classes and class/family reunions and office and birthday parties - hell, every party, and wedding/bridal or baby showers and evening classes and spa times and even vacations and anytime you've been drinking, imbibing substances etc., and as soon as she asks about your fantasies and if they include 3somes, swinging, swapping, voyeurism, bdsm, pick-up games, something "different" or "exciting" or "new" - are just more express situations. In fact, any deviation in behavior or routine - however minimal, and any excuse to be away from home alone, however justifiable, are manufactured opportunities meaning she's likely, or very soon will be, fucking around on you.
In other words, it all comes down to simply being a question of "WHEN", not "if" or "who" or "where" or "how" or "what" or "WHY"... Just because.
Heed the State of California's warning: all marriages ending after 10 years in divorce are - without exception - 50/50 split of all matrimonial and community property. See, e.g. Tom Cruise's divorces. So, if you've been lucky enough to have 10 years of blissful marriage, the odds of that continuing decrease exponentially - thank your lucky stars, and her, and wish her well - then dump her. If you want to continue living with her, do so by either just shacking-up as roommates/fuckmates/FWBs or common law or even "open marriage" or even re-marry with a stronger pre-nup. But your original marriage-for-love/soul-partner is dead and buried. Move on, nothing left to see here - life is out there.
Would love to read a follow up on how Felicia progresses into more agressive sex with her boyfriends. Not being satisfied enough, Felicia picks up of a young stud at a convention that is more in command.
The age-old cliched story of the cuck and the whore. Nothing new to see here.
Yes, Buster2u, I too find that's weird to read a lot of taliban's comments abiur how filthy and reprochable is the behaviour of the loving wives (oh, but wait a moment, thia IS the loving wife section) and their accomplice partners. Then I came to the conclusion that this is what gets their rocks off, to judge, to ignite the autodafé for this sinners and orgasm over the flames of their burning bodies. At the verybend THEY are the perverts, THEY are the sinners. Little Torquemadas envying the pleasures of the torture chambers.
Buster2u- what don’t you understand? This is in the public domain and anyone is allowed to comment. It’s simple really.
I find it difficult to understand the judgmental assholes calling the Voyeur hubby names. What is wrong with you?? If you don't like reading erotic sexually explicit stories go somewhere else. This was really a hot story. Of course the couple talked pillow talk about their fantasies. Of Course she knew hubby was watching. That is why she took her top off to get all three guys worked up! Besides this is just a story numb nutts, get a grip
The worst thing is the incredible cold-blooded manipulation by the wife. From baiting hubby with her story of the "inappropriate" CEO, to her immediate, obvious and deliberate fantasizing of being fucked by the CEO while having contrived sex with hubby, to her planned and executed 3-way with her employees right in front of hubby and NO prior discussion or agreement or consent or permission, then finally dropping the axe in the car clearly intentioning the continuing fucking of her boy-toy assistants whether hubby knows or is present or not, and therefore necessarily conveying her further intention of fucking anyone, anytime, anywhere she wants - with or without hubby's knowledge, agreement, consent or awareness. A complete betrayal of her vows and her husband, and a disdain and disrespect not even surpassed by her defecating on her marriage and her husband.
Allowing the ménage-à-trois once, as an unplanned, fortuitous occurrence in a moment of weakness (and a grudgingly implicit agreement to experiment once, regrettably coerced by gratuitous sex) is one thing - and the episode was certainly entertaining and exciting, with few regrets. As a singular occurrence.
But to viciously, coldly, deliberately and callously springboard a singularity into a new, imposed lifestyle is not only unacceptable, it is the ultimate form of the premeditated destruction of your spouse's soul - a shattering murder of his entire persona and Id.
An immediate divorce by hubby is a minimum consequential reaction to this horrific and sickening manipulation. One would be strongly tempted, even overwhelmingly inspired, to execute the wife's mysterious disappearance, likely with her dismembered parts buried in the sands of the Nevada desert - since she was so fond of sand... Perhaps adjacent to her two accomplices?
She’ll probably tire of her boyfriends and her husband after getting with a couple of bbcs’ in the relatively near future . She’ll dump all three and become a bbc cum dump size queen . It’ll consume her like an addiction , she’ll lose her job and become a crack hoe , eventually selling her pussy for pennies on the dollar as she’s loose as a goose by then and very riddled with stds , some incurable ! That’s when she decides to come back home only to find her husband doing the same things with bbcs’ at homosexual flophouses in and along the alleyways of the inner city . Realizing they’re kindred spirits they team up and finally make enough money to split a dime bag daily . Reaching their personal shared nirvana they fade into the sunset of communicable diseases , holding each other’s hands while hurling buckets of spent seaman and writhing in guttural pain !
I must say I enjoyed this story --"first-time" and a 3-way at that. My only qualm, once again, is that the 2 employees finished by cumming on her tits? If it were I, I'd want her pussy.., or at least her mouth. Now another hot idea they didn't try would be DP with one taking her ass -- and both cumming in her that way!
I just want to say I was a male exotic dancer for 15 years. Now married for 15 years, I love my wife more then ever. With that said I have so many fantasies of stories like this and more of us exploring each of our desires. Being on the edge wishing for them to happen and hoping one day it will. It hard to stop the thoughts of things that run through my mind. Since I am older and I do not last as long as I have in the past. I want my wife to have a change to have longest penetration and a harder cock or two satisfying her because I feel her deserves that if she craves it. I just want to be apart of it being there to watch her ecstasy Come across her face and her looking at me knowing that this also gives my pleasure.
That's easy...being a faggot, he wants to suck off and be fucked by the 2 young guys. Remember, only faggots get off on watching someone else take what's theirs. And there is definitely no love for someone who cheats on you or allows you to demean what's suppose to be the most precious of relationships. Can't stand faggots like this guy or the slut he married.
Great work! Pacing was very good and clever use of smartphone as a plot device.
Ignore the haters. Keep going, you are doing fine! Very exciting and titillating.