His Wife Gives a Young Man a Sexy Wedding Present He Won’t Forget

Lily and I were married for twenty-three years before things began to change, and I guess that’s better than most marriages these days.

The change was subtle at first. Lily developed a strong desire to go out dancing, or to clubs and parties, and she changed her rather conservative wardrobe for more sexy clothing, including lingerie, stockings, and higher heels. So, at forty-eight years old, my wife was being transformed before my eyes.

The really big change, though, first showed itself one night when we went out with Kevin, a friend of Lily’s from work whom we’d both known for years. He was a pleasant man of twenty-eight, with good looks and a nice personality. He and his fiancée had been to our house many times over the three years since he’d begun working at Lily’s firm. I liked him, and we got along well.

One weekend, when Kevin’s fiancée was out of town, Lily decided we should take him out with us to dinner and a club to keep him from getting lonely. Now, I was not a particularly jealous person, but I had been aware of the occasional flirtatious behavior between Kevin and my wife, though I considered it harmless, because of their age difference and because of Kevin’s fiancée. With the fiancée gone, I couldn’t help wondering if such behavior would be on view that night.

As Lily got ready that evening, I noticed her sliding on a pair of thigh-high nylons under a newly purchased miniskirt with a zipper running down the front. Her blouse was quite sheer, with a lacy bra underneath. She looked hot and she knew it. Just as I was about to make a comment, the doorbell rang. I went down to admit Kevin, and when Lily came downstairs she went right to him and gave him a quick kiss and a hug. I could tell instantly that he liked what he saw.

As we went out to our car, Lily said it would be rude to let Kevin sit in back all by himself, so she got in back with him. This made me suspicious and a little uncomfortable, but I held my tongue.

Before we had gone two blocks the two of them were whispering and giggling. We were only a few minutes into the trip when it suddenly got very quiet back there. I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see a little of what was going on, and I nearly crashed the car. There was my wife, the mother of my children, locked in a passionate embrace with a guy twenty years younger than she was.

I was shocked and stunned, and my stomach started doing flips, but at the same time I suddenly realized I had an erection. Neither of them seemed to mind that I could see them. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, and I watched with mixed emotions as Kevin undid the buttons on Lily’s blouse before reaching inside. My head was spinning as I heard my wife making soft whimpering sounds.

Then something flew over the seat to land beside me. With a shaking hand I reached over and picked up my wife’s panties, which were completely soaked. I gasped and looked back to see Lily’s legs spread wide while Kevin fingered her shaved pussy as squelching noises filled the car. One of her breasts was exposed; Kevin’s mouth moved to it as I watched, and she panted loudly. I don’t know what would have happened if we hadn’t gotten to the restaurant soon after that.

Dinner seemed to take an excruciatingly long time, as Kevin and my wife seemed hardly to notice that I was there. When Lily got up to go to the ladies’ room, I saw that her skirt was unzipped almost to the crotch. Kevin’s hand had definitely been busy under the table.

When she came back, I couldn’t help but see that she had now taken off her bra. Her large breasts and dark nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. She got many stares as we finished dinner, and I was only too glad to get the hell out of there.

When we got to the club it was even worse, as Lily and Kevin spent more than half the time on the dance floor and the remainder of the time blatantly making out and fondling each other in our booth. The zipper on Lily’s skirt was undone almost to her waist, and she flashed her pussy to anyone who looked—although much of the time Kevin’s hand was blocking the view. I sat dumbly with a hard-on as they carried on. I couldn’t wait to leave, and yet I was half dreading, half anticipating what would happen when we did.

On the way home they sat in back again and were embracing passionately within seconds. There could be no doubt now that my wife was going to get fucked by Kevin in the backseat of our car.

The lighting was poor and it was difficult to see back there, which only added to my frustration. I heard the sounds of kissing, then the sound of a zipper being undone, followed a moment later by Kevin’s groaning and then a sharp hiss. “Oh yeah, suck it!” he panted, and now I could hear the sloppy sounds of my wife’s mouth working on his cock. My own cock was throbbing painfully. It was hard to think of those lips that I’d kissed so many times sucking on another guy’s cock. I was nearly going crazy with the confusing mix of my emotions.

After a minute Lily pulled her mouth from Kevin’s cock with a loud pop, and Kevin took this cue to push her down across the seat on her back. He wasted no time getting between my wife’s legs while awkwardly pushing his pants down. He quickly covered her with his body, and suddenly I heard my wife of twenty-three years scream as he penetrated her.

In the mirror I could see the gleam of her stockings as her legs came up to rest on his shoulders, while his bare ass moved up and down. She gave another high-pitched scream, crying, “Oh my God, you’re splitting me open!” But she didn’t try to stop him. The car filled with the wet sounds of their urgent fucking, and it wasn’t long before Lily screamed again, this time in climax. A minute later Kevin cried out that he was coming, too, as he shot his load inside her.

My head was spinning. I hadn’t even been aware of taking out my cock while I watched them, but I had, and now it was spurting come all over my pants and shirt.

The car grew quiet then; I heard nothing but occasional whispers from the back as I drove, still not believing what had just happened. My wife had fucked another guy. A guy twenty years younger and engaged to be married himself. But the truth was I wasn’t sure I would have stopped her even if I had been able to. I was obviously highly turned-on as well.

When we got home, I was not surprised that Kevin came in with us and sat with Lily on the couch. She asked me to get them a glass of wine, and when I came back with it, they were kissing deeply. Lily’s legs were spread, and Kevin’s fingers were playing with her wet, swollen pussy. I cleared my throat, and they pulled apart long enough to down their glasses of wine. Then Lily nonchalantly told me that Kevin would be spending the night and that I could sleep in the guest room. She then, with a sly smile, got down on her knees in front of Kevin, took out his cock, and sucked him hard again, right in front of me, this time in our well-lit living room.

She stood up then and turned to face me, smiling again as she pulled up her skirt and showed me her swollen, come-filled pussy. Then she backed up, straddled Kevin’s legs, reached back for his cock, and brought it to her entrance. With a long groan she sank slowly down, taking his cock completely inside her.

My wife looked me in the eye then. “You like watching me get fucked, don’t you?” she said, and I nodded slowly. “Take your cock out,” she then commanded. “And stroke it while Kevin fucks me.”

I did as I was told, my eyes fixated on the point of penetration between my once faithful wife’s legs. Soon we were all groaning. Lily came first, crying out to Kevin, “Yes! That’s it. Come in me again!” And he did just that as I lost it, too, shooting my sperm all over myself for the second time that night.

Once they calmed down, Lily climbed off Kevin’s cock, his come running out of her, and took him into our bedroom, locking the door behind them.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I couldn’t help picturing in my mind what was going on behind that door, and my wife’s loud moans and screams long into the night made those pictures all too vivid. I heard them having a final fuck around nine in the morning, and then Kevin left. Once he was gone, Lily took a long shower and then slept the rest of the day.

On the next day we had a long talk. Lily told me that what had happened with Kevin was a onetime thing, a kind of wedding present to him from her, a final fling before he got married. She also told me that she would never do anything like that again. She may even have believed it, but I knew better. I was absolutely certain that Kevin wouldn’t be the last good-looking young man she would want to fuck. And I also knew that when the next man came along, I wasn’t going to lift a finger to stop her.

—S.T., Cairo, Illinois