Eight weeks after I married C, I finally got to see her being fucked and used by another guy. For almost two years we had talked and fantasised about it. I'd told her it would happen one day and she told me she would be ready. She even had a safeword.

Mark was a dude I had been chatting online with for years, mostly about his wife but often about C and my ex. He wanted to see her fucked, but I didn't think it would happen. I often thought about it though. She was petite and slim with small tits and a tight ass from what I'd seen from the pics he'd sent of her. Then one day he said he was coming out my way for a few days on business and had the first weekend free. I told him he could come stay with C and I and that he could have her for the time he was here. 

A few days before he arrived, I told C. She got excited but didn't speak of it again. The day Mark arrived in town he called from the airport to say he was on his way and I told C to go get ready. She put on a sexy black number that was too short everywhere and a set of heels and we waited. In about 45 minutes he arrived at our place and I told C to go inside. I greeted Mark and poured him a drink. He was about 40 and only a little taller than me and quite business like, going a little grey and a little paunchy. I wasn't sure C would like him, but that didn't matter now. After he was settled, I called to C and she came out, dancing sexily. She had done a bit of pole dancing and lingerie service when she was younger and still had the moves.

I could tell as he looked her up and down that he didn't find C as attractive as his own wife. She had more curves and that little belly that she herself hated and a larger ass – but she was also much younger than Lori at 30 and had much bigger tits. As she danced and looked at him coyly, her boobs and ass jiggling, I knew Mark was getting hard looking at those tits. Pretty soon she was down to her see-thru red panties and the bra that barely held her tits in. A moment later, C was naked except for her heels that he had told her not to remove and she walked toward him seductively, pushing her 36DDs together with her arms. Mark pushed his pants down to his ankles so his balls and cock were bare. It wasn't quite fully hard, shorter and less thick than mine but a good shaped member. C didn't look there. She was looking in his eyes as she approached him, reaching down to stroke his dick.

“Suck my cock,” he said, firmly. Now that she was naked, and despite all the chatting he and I had done, he was assuming control.

C looked over at me as I took a drink, not yet even started to undress.

“Don't look to him,” Mark said firnly. “You're mine now.”

C knelt and obediently fed his cock into her mouth. I watched the tongue and lips working on him and heard him begin to moan softly. She began to caress his balls with her fingers as her head bobbed back and forth with a long, slow rhythm. I know what a fantastic cocksucker C is so I knew how much he was loving it. His cock was all the way into her mouth now and I could tell C was in that zone she went in to when she was getting fucked. Mark grunted and gave a heavy sigh and C pulled off his cock, wiping her mouth. There wasn't a drop to be seen.

“Oh, good slut,” Mark said with a long breath. He was already starting to lose his erection. Looking down at her, he said, “Jerk me hard again.”

C leaned back a little on her knees and looked up at him as she tugged on his cock firmly. She gave it a couple of long licks and in a minute or so he was rock hard again.

“Go and bend over the end of the couch,” he ordered. “Right in front of Chris. I want him to watch me burying my cock in your slut hole!”

C got to her feet and tottered on her heels to the end of the couch. She glanced at me.

“Don't look at him!” Mark said, right behind her. He spanked her ass hard and it jiggled under his palm. C sobbed a little and I smiled and felt a twinge in my crotch. She bent and he kicked her legs a little apart and stood between them. I heard C suck in a breath as his cock went into her bare pussy.

For the next twenty minutes Mark pounded my wife's cunt mercilessly, just the way we had chatted about it. She begged and pleaded, the same way she did with me but with him there was a more realistic edge in her voice. It was hard to tell if she really was begging him to stop, but the safeword remained unsaid. He pulled her hair and spanked her ass, grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples as she made small noises of pain. Finally his thrusts became more frantic and he shouted as he came, pulling out and blowing on her back.

“Mmmmmmmm. You fucking slut!” he said, gasping. C's legs wobbled and she collapsed onto the couch. He gave himself and her a couple of minutes to recover slightly, then said, “Bedroom.”

C rose and took his hand, slowly leading him across the room and through the archway, then into the bedroom. She knew better than to look my way this time. I heard the door close and I was left alone in the living room.

I sat down at the desk and turned on the computer. The desk ran along the wall that adjoined the bedroom and I could hear the bed thumping for a few minutes.

An hour or so later, Mark came out of the room. He stood beside me wearing nothing but the smell of sex.

“She's the best fuck I have ever had,” he said. “Ever.”

I smiled. He went off back to the bedroom and I jerked off to some porn. As I settled down on the couch to sleep I heard the bed hitting the wall again. The next morning I woke to find C sucking my dick. I asked her how she was and said told me she was sore but she'd had a great night.

"Great," I said. "Mark's here for tonight as well. Keep him happy."

I left for my job a little after that. C showered but didn't dress. She was still naked when I got home later that evening, and I spent a second night on the lounge, listening to the bed hit the wall.