I could barely breathe as Rick pulled my nervous wife Vicky to the floor, her dress riding up her thighs, exposing the delicate lace of her lingerie. My hands trembled at my sides, unsure of where to look, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Rick’s command echoed in my ears.

“Watch, Sean. Watch her. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

My throat tightened as Rick knelt between Vicky’s legs, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. She gasped, her back arching off the floor, her fingers tangling in the carpet. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of dread and arousal clawing at me. I wanted to look away, to pretend this wasn’t happening, but I couldn’t. I was rooted to the spot, my body betraying me as I grew hard in my pants.

“Touch your wife, Sean,” Rick said, his voice low and commanding. “Hold her ankles. Keep her open for me.”

My legs moved without thought, carrying me to them as if I were under a spell. I crouched down, my hands shaking as I grasped Vicky’s ankles. Her skin was warm under my fingers, and I could feel her pulse racing, matching my own. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with desire, and gave me a small, almost apologetic smile.

“It’s okay, Sean,” she whispered, her voice soft but reassuring. “This is what we wanted. You wanted this too, didn’t you?”

I nodded numbly, my throat too tight to form words. Rick’s hands slid higher up her thighs, and he leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. I watched, transfixed, as his tongue flicked out, tasting her. Vicky moaned, her head falling back, her body writhing under his touch.

“God, you taste incredible,” Rick murmured, his voice muffled as he buried his face between her legs.

My hands tightened on her ankles, holding her open as Rick devoured her. I could hear the wet sounds of his tongue working her, the way she whimpered and gasped, her hips pushing up to meet him. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—jealousy, arousal, shame, and something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name. I felt like I was outside of my body, watching this unfold from a distance, but the heat in my groin brought me back to reality.

Rick pulled away for a moment, his lips glistening, and looked up at me. “Look at her, Sean. Look at how wet she is for me. This is your wife, right? The woman you promised to love and cherish? And here she is, spread open for me, begging for more.”

My chest tightened, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. Vicky reached out for my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine.

“Sean,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “It’s okay. I’m here with you. I’m still yours.”

But was she? I wasn’t so sure anymore. Rick’s hands moved to her hips, and he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Keep holding her,” he commanded, his voice firm. “Don’t let go.”

I nodded, my hands gripping her ankles tighter, pulling her legs even wider apart. Rick’s cock was thick and hard, and I watched as he pressed the head against her entrance. Vicky gasped, her body trembling, and I felt a pang of jealousy mixed with something darker, something I didn’t want to admit.

When he pushed into her, she cried out, her back arching off the floor. “Fuck!” she gasped, her voice breaking.

Rick moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of her, his eyes locked on mine. “Look at her, Sean. Look at how well your wife takes me.”

I could feel my face burning, but I couldn’t look away. Vicky’s face was a mask of ecstasy, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Rick’s pace quickened, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. My stomach churned, but my cock throbbed, betraying the conflicting emotions swirling inside me.

“Do you like watching, Sean?” Rick asked, his voice rough with exertion. “Do you like seeing your wife get fucked by another man?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my mind too overwhelmed. But Vicky answered for me, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“He loves it,” she gasped, her eyes meeting mine. “Don’t you, Sean? You love watching me take him, don’t you?”

I nodded, my hands tightening on her ankles, my body betraying me as I grew even harder. Rick grinned, his thrusts becoming harder, more forceful. Vicky cried out, her body shaking with each thrust, and I could feel her nails digging into the palm of my hand.

When Rick finally stilled, his body shuddering as he came inside her, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. He pulled out slowly, and I could see his cum leaking from her, dripping onto the floor. Vicky’s legs trembled as I released her ankles, and she reached out for me, pulling me down to her.

“Kiss me, Sean,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading.

I hesitated for a moment, my eyes darting to Rick, who was watching us with a smirk. But then I leaned down, my lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I could taste her, could taste Rick’ cock on her lips. It should have repulsed me, but it only made me want her more.

When we broke apart, Vicky’s eyes were filled with tears, but she smiled up at me. “I love you, Sean. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

Rick chuckled, his voice breaking the moment. “That’s sweet,” he said, his tone mocking. “But I think we’re far from finished here.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked up at him, unsure of what he meant. Rick’s eyes gleamed with mischief, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Get up, Sean,” he commanded. “There’s more to this night than just watching.”

I stood slowly, my legs shaky, my mind racing with fear and anticipation. Vicky reached out for my hand, her fingers squeezing mine.

“It’s okay, Sean,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We’re in this together, you’ll learn to love the taste and texture of Rick’s cum, go on” she said as she pushed my face down to her gooey gaping pussy.

But as Rick’s eyes bored into mine, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was ready for what came next.