Couple's twisted anniversary trip. Part 4

I quickly showered and slid into bed next to her. My wife had most likely taken a sleep aid as she wasn't feeling well the night before. She most likely slept through my incredible gay encounter. My awakening to the unimaginable thrills and pleasures of being with another male, two other males actually. Young, lean, sexy and tan. Thick cocked, tight assed boys. I thought about them as I layed there next to her. My lust seemed separate, in no way lessening my love for her. That experience was something different, yet perhaps no less meaningful and important. I thought about their hands and mouths on me. My finger tips moved to my nipples as I remembered how they had teased them. Pinching and twisting, pulling and licking. I touched myself as they had and it made my spent cock twitch and swell. Fuck, I missed their warm, fit bodies against mine. Filling my hands with their perfect, tight, round little asses. The thoughts had my cock hard again and bouncing under the sheets. Those fat, brown dicks. So gorgeous and hard, they felt so good in my mouth and tasted so amazing on my tongue. I took my cock in my hand and relived the feeling of one of the boys shooting his cum on me and tasting it. Warm and salty cum; the power to make my mind and body tingle. I wished I could experience that again right now. The feeling, the sensation seemed addictive to me now. Oh, the thril and pleasure of being inside that brown, little ass. Feeling his slim waist in my hand. Pounding into him, deep and feeling my balls smash against him. Fuck, so tight, so incredible. The best orgasms of my life. I masturbated there in bed, next to my wife. I came again, thinking of those boys.

In the morning, I knew something was different. I knew I felt different, but it was my wife's demeanor that I noticed most. "I saw you," she said. I immediately got a cold sweat and a lump in my throat. What had she seen? What did she know? "I saw you with those boys!" My heart sank, but still maybe she didn't see EVERYTHING. She took that hope away in an instant. "I saw you fucking those boys!" she said. She was upset, but strangely more annoyed than angry. She told me how she woke up and went looking for me in the middle of the night. Eventually, she wondered down to the waters edge and found me lost in the lust of cock and male on male sex.

We spent the morning talking, with me mostly answering her questions. Her curious questions, they were almost arrousing. Her mood slowly started to change. Was she getting arroused by this also? I wondered. Finally, with a sly smile, she admitted that the sight of me fucking that sexy boy had turned her on. Not at first, she said, but now thinking back on it, it was a turn on. She offered her ass to me and for the first time in I can't remember when, I fucked her asshole and came inside her. With her hand snaked down between her legs, she rubbed her clit as I pounded down into her. Like she asked for, "Just like I had fucked that boy." She came and she came hard, quivering, legs shaking. We layed there in bed afterwards. Talking, it was clear what she wanted. We agreed that if another chance arrose for me to enjoy another man, she would have to be a part of it.