Alane Fucks Another Man

[GeneandAlane]

Alane met Ed at the gym a couple of years ago. He was in his mid-fifties, divorced, confident without being arrogant, and as Alane eventually admitted very handsome.

She spent a lot of time in the free-weight area, and one Saturday afternoon Ed walked over and offered to spot her. She readily accepted. What began as casual conversation between sets gradually turned into coffee after workouts, longer conversations, and eventually a genuine friendship.

Alane told me about him from the beginning. What surprised me was my reaction. I wasn’t jealous. Quite the opposite. Years earlier, Alane had confessed that she'd had an affair with a younger coworker. It had happened during a period when I traveled constantly for work. What she never fully understood was that the knowledge of another man wanting her had awakened something in me—something I had never quite been able to put away.
So, when she began talking about Ed, those old fantasies came rushing back.

At first, I kept them to myself. Then I decided I wanted to meet him. A couple of months later, Alane came home from the gym and mentioned that Ed had invited both of us to meet him for drinks at a local bar.

I suspected exactly where this might eventually lead. That evening Alane chose one of the dresses she knew I loved. She had recently had her nails done in a deep, almost scandalous red, and watching her get ready only intensified everything I had been imagining.

When we arrived, Ed greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then he shook my hand.
“You have a beautiful wife,” he said.

I smiled and said “I know.”

The three of us talked easily. That was important to me. Ed wasn't some anonymous fantasy anymore; he was intelligent, funny, relaxed, and genuinely likable. Over the following months we met several more times at the same bar, and each time I became more comfortable with him and more fascinated by the chemistry between him and Alane.

Eventually, after one of those evenings, I asked her the question that had been building inside me.
“Would you ever consider taking this further?” She stared at me. “What exactly do you mean?”

I reminded her of the affair years earlier. She became quiet. Then I told her something I had never admitted before: I had known much more than she realized. During those long business trips, rather than being consumed by jealousy, I had found myself imagining her with him.

Her eyes widened. “You knew?” “Yes, the whole time?” She studied my face, almost as though she were trying to decide whether I was confessing something or accusing her of something.

“You weren't angry?” “No.” I reached for her hand. I told her that I knew she had a high sex drive from what she shared about her previous sex life when we first me on that blind date in 1980. I told her I was not surprised since I was traveling all the time and not getting the attention she deserved. “What happened hurt in some ways because we hadn't talked about it. But the idea of another man wanting you? Of you wanting him? That affected me in a completely different way.”

She continued watching me. Then I finally said it. “I've wondered for years what it would feel like to actually be there. To know you were with another man, watching his cock penetrate you because we had chosen it together and watching him ejaculate in you.

She understood immediately whom I meant.
“Ed?”

I nodded.

Her response wasn't yes. But it wasn't no.

The next afternoon, after returning from the gym, she found me in the kitchen.

“I've been thinking about what you said.”
I waited.

She gave me a nervous little smile.

“I'll see where it goes.”

Friday night arrived soon enough, and we headed over to Ed’s house. He welcomed us in and offered us a drink. We chatted for a while and then Alane excused herself to go to the bathroom. She walked out topless, wearing only panties and her heels.

Ed looked surprised and I smiled and said, “She is all yours.” He got up, walked up to her and kissed her breasts and slid her panties down. She has shaved herself completely bare! I did not know that she had done that but it told me she wanted to fuck Ed.

The groan that escaped Alane’s lips was a sound I knew intimately, yet it was utterly foreign here, now, in this context. It wasn’t for me. It was a raw, guttural thing, pulled from the very core of her by the powerful hands of another man (a black man) gripping her hips.

From my seat in the plush armchair across the room, I had a perfect, unobstructed view. The only light came from a single lamp, casting their moving shadows against the far wall, a primal dance I was orchestrating.

Ed’s dark muscled back glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as he moved over her, a steady, relentless rhythm that made the bedframe sigh in protest. He went down on her, nuzzled her bare pussy and quickly brought her to an orgasm. After she came down from it, he mounted her and penetrated her.

She gasped as he went balls deep. Alane was beneath him, her pale legs hooked over his hips, her head thrown back against the pillows. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, every ounce of her focus turned inward, toward the sensations he was creating within her.

My own hand moved in my lap slowly jacking my cock. The slick, wet sound of their joining was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Alane’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze finding mine over Ed’s shoulder. Her expression was hazy with pleasure, but a sharp, knowing awareness glittered within it. She held my stare as Ed thrust into her again, a particularly deep, sharp movement that made her gasp.

“Do you see him, baby? He is fucking me!” she breathed, her voice husky and thick.

Ed didn’t stop his motion, but he turned his head, his dark eyes finding me. A slow, confident smile spread across his face. There was no malice in it, only a deep, primal satisfaction. “He sees, Alane. He sees how beautiful you look.” His voice was a low rumble, a vibration I could feel from across the room.

His words, his acknowledgement, sent a fresh jolt through me. My grip on myself tightened. This was the part that undid me not just the watching, but the inclusion. I wasn’t a ghost in the corner; I was a participant.

Ed shifted his weight, pulling out of her slowly, making her whimper at the loss. “Turn over,” he commanded softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “On your knees. Let him see all of you.”

Alane moved with a fluid, eager grace, scrambling onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to me. The sight was breathtakingly lewd. Her pale skin was flushed, marked by the faint red imprint of his hands on her hips. And between her legs, she was glistening, utterly wet and open.

Ed positioned himself behind her, one hand on the small of her back, the other guiding himself back to her entrance. He didn’t thrust immediately. He just held himself there, the broad head of his cock pressing against her, teasing. My wife was panting, pushing her hips back, a silent, desperate plea for more.

“Look at her, Gene,” Ed said, his eyes locked on me. “She’s so ready. So fucking greedy for it.”

And then he gave it to her. He drove into her in one smooth, powerful motion that lifted her onto her toes and drew a sharp cry from her lungs. This angle was deeper, more visceral. I could see everything the way her body jolted with each impact, the way she clenched around him, the way her fingers twisted in the sheets.

My own rhythm faltered, my pleasure coiling tight, a spring ready to snap. The scent of their sex, of sweat and her perfume, filled the air, intoxicating.

Alane began to meet his thrusts, rocking back against him, her movements becoming less graceful and more frantic, more needy. Her pleas were a continuous, broken stream. “Yes… right there… god, Ed, don’t stop… please…”
I was close. So close. My breathing was ragged, matching theirs.

Ed’s pace became punishing, a furious, driving rhythm that had Alane sobbing with pleasure. He leaned over her, covering her body with his, one arm wrapping around her torso to cup her breast, his other hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit.

That was it. Her back arched violently, and a scream, raw and unfiltered, tore from her throat. “I’m coming! Oh God, I’m cumming!” Her entire body shuddered, seized by the force of her orgasm, clenching around him.

The sight of her climax, the sound of her absolute surrender, was my undoing. My own release washed over me, a hot, pulsing wave of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling in the chair, my eyes glued to them.
Ed groaned, a deep, satisfied sound, and with a few final, jerking thrusts, he followed her over the edge, his own body stiffening as he spent himself inside her.

For a long moment, the only sound was our heavy, shared breathing. They collapsed together onto the bed, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs.

Alane turned her head on the mattress, her eyes finding mine. They were soft, sated, and full of a love that, even in this bizarre and electric context, was entirely for me. A slow, lazy smile spread across her beautiful, well-fucked face. He pulled out and I could see his cum leaking from her. I got up from the chair and got between her legs and cleaned her up. His cum was salty and I was erect again.

She extended a hand toward me, her fingers beckoning weakly. “Gene…”