Celia and I had been married for 10 years, and our sex life had grown stale. I had always been curious about watching her with another man, and I knew she felt the same. That’s why we invited Trent over one fateful night. Trent was a muscular, handsome man with a devilish smile. He knew exactly what Celia and I wanted and was eager to please. We started the night with a few drinks, and soon, the tension in the room was palpable.
Celia sat on my lap, grinding her ass against my crotch. I could feel my cock growing hard beneath her, and I knew she could feel it too. She turned to me, her eyes filled with desire, and whispered, “I want him, Frank. I want to feel his cock inside me.”
I nodded, my heart racing. I knew this was our chance to spice up our sex life and bring some excitement back into our marriage. We stood up, and Celia walked over to Trent. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwining. Trent’s hands roamed over Celia’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, her body arching towards him. I watched as he slipped his hand under her skirt, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy.
Celia broke the kiss, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Trent,” she begged. “I want to feel your cock inside me.” Trent didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted Celia’s skirt, exposing her bare ass. He slid his cock inside her, and she gasped with pleasure. I watched as he thrust in and out of her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
Celia moaned louder and louder, her hands gripping the table’s edge. Trent’s balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sound filling the room. I could see the pleasure on Celia’s face, and I knew I had made the right decision. Trent’s thrusts grew more urgent, and I could tell he was getting close. Celia’s pussy was dripping wet, her juices running down Trent’s balls. He grunted, his cock twitching inside her.
“Cum in me, Trent,” Celia begged. “I want to feel your cum inside me.” Trent’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grunts turning into growls. He slammed his cock deep inside Celia, and I could feel the tension in the room as he reached his climax.
Celia moaned loudly as she felt Trent’s cum filling her pussy. She milked his cock with her muscles, squeezing every last drop out of him. Trent pulled out, his cock glistening with cum and pussy juice. Celia turned to me, a wicked smile on her face. “Did you enjoy that, Frank?” she asked.
I nodded, my cock still hard in my pants. “Yes, Celia. It was incredible.” She walked over to me, her pussy still dripping with cum. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and started stroking it. “Good,” she said. “Because we’re just getting started.”
Celia led me over to the couch, pushing and straddling me. She slid my cock inside her, still slick with Trent’s cum. She rode me hard, her pussy muscles clenching around my cock. I could feel Trent’s cum mixing with my own, coating my cock and making it slippery. Celia moaned louder and louder, her body shaking with pleasure. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Celia leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. “Cum inside me, Frank,” she whispered. “I want to feel you fill me up.” That was all it took. I grabbed Celia’s hips and thrust up into her, my cock twitching as I filled her pussy with cum. She moaned, her pussy muscles milking every last drop out of me.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined. I knew we had found something special to bring excitement and pleasure into our marriage. And I knew that this was just the beginning.
