The knock on the door was firm, deliberate, and exactly on time. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my chest. This wasn’t just another meeting—this was their first step into a world Sean had only fantasized about, and Vicky’s chance to explore something raw, primal, and entirely new. Our first encounter.

I opened the door, and there they were. Sean stood slightly behind Vicky, his hands shoved into his pockets, his nervousness radiating off him like heat. Vicky, on the other hand, was a vision. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her fitted red dress hugging her curves in a way that was both classy and sinful. She met my gaze with a sly smile, her confidence palpable.

“Rick,” she said, her voice smooth like honey. “We’ve been looking forward to this.”

Oh, I bet you have. I stepped aside, gesturing for them to come in. “Welcome. Make yourselves comfortable.”

The air in the room was charged, the kind of tension that made your skin prickle. Sean hesitated, his eyes darting around the space like he was trying to memorize every detail. Vicky, however, moved with purpose, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She perched on the edge of the couch, crossing her legs in a way that drew attention to her toned thighs.

I let the silence linger for a moment, watching them, reading them. Sean’s discomfort was obvious, but there was something else there—excitement. He wanted this. Needed it. And Vicky? She was ready.

“So,” I began, leaning casually against the armchair. “Why don’t we start by talking about what you’re both looking for tonight?”

Sean cleared his throat, his voice shaky. “Uh, yeah. We’ve talked about this a lot. I… I’ve always been curious about the, uh, cuckold thing. Watching Vicky with someone else. Seeing her… enjoy herself.”

I nodded, my eyes flicking to Vicky. “And you? What do you want?”

She tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “I want to be bad. I want to let go, to show Sean just how much I can… indulge.” Her gaze locked onto mine, and I felt a spark of anticipation. She’s already testing the waters.

“Good,” I said, straightening up. “Then let’s set some ground rules. Sean, this is about you, but it’s also about Vicky. You’re here to watch, to feel, to experience. But this is her night. Her pleasure. Understand?”

He nodded quickly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I get it.”

“And Vicky,” I continued, turning to her. “You’re in control. You decide how far this goes. If at any point you’re uncomfortable, we stop. Understood?”

She leaned back, her smile widening. “Understood.”

There was a beat of silence, and then I stepped closer, my movements deliberate. “Then let’s begin.”

I reached out, my fingers brushing against Vicky’s cheek. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her breath hitching slightly. I traced my hand down her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin, the rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

“Sean,” I said, my voice low. “Watch her. Watch how she reacts.”

I cupped Vicky’s chin, tilting her face up to meet mine. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. I didn’t kiss her—not yet. Instead, I let my thumb graze her bottom lip, feeling her exhale shakily against my skin.

“Do you want this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I glanced over at Sean. He was frozen, his eyes wide, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Good. He’s feeling it.

“And you?” I asked him, my tone firm. “Are you ready to see her like this? To see her mine for tonight?”

He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between me and Vicky. “Yes.”

“Good.” I turned back to Vicky, my hand sliding down to her neck, my fingers curling possessively around the base of her throat. “Then let’s show him what he’s been missing.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a teasing, barely-there kiss. She whimpered softly, her hands reaching up to grip my wrists. I could feel her pulse racing under my fingers, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, claiming her. She moaned into my mouth, her body arching toward mine. I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at Sean.

“Open the dress,” I told him, my voice commanding.

He blinked, startled. “What?”

“Open. The. Dress.” I enunciated each word, my gaze never leaving his.

He fumbled forward, his hands shaking as he reached for the zipper at the back of Vicky’s dress. She stood, her body trembling with anticipation as he slowly pulled it down, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties beneath.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes raking over her. “But you don’t need these, do you?”

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with desire.

I turned her around, guiding her to face Sean. “Look at her,” I said, my voice a low growl. “This is your wife. And tonight, she’s mine.”

Sean’s jaw tightened, his eyes glued to Vicky’s naked body. I could see the mix of emotions in his expression—jealousy, arousal, need. It was intoxicating.

I stepped behind Vicky, my hands sliding up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin. My lips brushed against her ear as I whispered, “Do you feel how much he wants you? How much he’s jealous of me right now?”

She nodded, a shiver running through her. “Yes.”

“Good.” I kissed her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Because tonight, you’re mine. And I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

She whimpered, her body pressing back against mine. I could feel her heat, her desire, and it only fueled my own. I reached down, my fingers brushing against her inner thigh, feeling her tremble at the contact.

“Open your legs,” I commanded, my voice rough with need.

She obeyed immediately, her legs parting slightly. I slid my hand up, my fingers finding her slick, wet folds. She gasped, her hips bucking against my touch.

“Rick…” she moaned, her voice trembling.

“Look at him,” I said, my fingers circling her clit. “Look at your husband. Watch him as I touch you.”

Her eyes flicked to Sean, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He was staring, his face flushed, his hands clenched at his sides.

“Tell him how it feels,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Tell him how good it feels when I touch you.”

She whimpered, her body trembling under my touch. “It’s… it’s so good. So good.”

I smiled, my fingers sliding down to tease her entrance. “And what if I make you cum right here, right now, in front of him? Would you like that?”

Her breath hitched, her hips rocking against my hand. “Yes. Please.”

I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her heat. She gasped, her back arching, her hands clutching at my arm.

“Sean,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Watch her. Watch how she takes me. How she needs me.”

He was frozen, his eyes wide, his breath shallow. I could see the struggle in his expression, the mix of jealousy and arousal. Perfect.

I added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her, feeling her clench around me. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing in my grasp.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Cum for me. Cum for us.”

She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm washed over her. I kept my fingers inside her, feeling her pulse around me, her breathing ragged and uneven.

When she finally came down, I pulled my fingers out, bringing them to my lips and tasting her. “Delicious,” I said, my voice low and husky.

She turned to face me, her eyes dark with lust. “More,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want more.”

I smiled, my hand sliding up her thigh. “Oh, Vicky. We’re just getting started.”