Not to be outdone, Amanda took more control over her own pleasure by slowly rotating her hips against Glenn’s face and cupping the undersides of her breasts, kneading them as she rolled her erect nipples between thumb and forefingers.
Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself… I love watching another man touch and pleasure you… I love seeing you so happy… I love you 1.5 million.
I wanted more for my wife.
“Keep doing what you’re doing, Glenn… but slip 2 fingers into Mandy’s pussy.” My wife whimpered and trembled as her lover carefully penetrated her with 2 digits. Her breathing quickened as did the grinding of her hips. “That’s it, Glenn… keep going… slowly…that’s it, finger-fuck that pussy… slowly… good… now three fingers. Gentle… get in there deep… nice and easy.” I panted like a dog as I watched Amanda writhing on her boss’s desk. He was penetrating her in a sawing motion and though the camera angle wasn’t perfect, I could see my wife’s hole was wet and engorged. “Now, Glen. Turn your palm upward and scrape your fingertips along Mandy’s upper walls. She loves that. If you’re luck, you’ll find her—”
Amanda suddenly bolted upright, and her eyes flared opened as she wailed. “Fuck, yes, Glenn! Right there… oh fuck, right there!” Her words caused him to sear into her pussy even faster. And as my wife gazed at him with eyes as wide as saucers, Glenn whispered something in such a low that I couldn’t discern the words. But whatever he said to my wife caused her to kiss him again, and the older man withdrew his fingers to clutch her close.
I couldn’t help but smile as I regarded them.
Glenn slowly pulled back, and looked at me through the nearest camera to Amanda, and back to me again. He appeared anguished as he didn’t know whom to address, but ultimately turned to the woman whom he fallen madly in love with.
It was the right choice and the correct thing for him to do.
“Amanda… will you allow me to make love to you?”
Now it was her turn to hesitate. “I need to speak to my husband first.” We had discussed this moment for months, yet my wife still sought my reassurance.
I loved her so much.
“Of course. Let me disconnect my earpiece so you can call him.”
“No,” I instantly responded. “Tell Mandy it’s ok, and that I love her.”
“Sy,” Glenn began seriously as he turned away from Amanda once more. “I’m not saying this because I want to sleep with your wife; I’m saying this because this is a profound moment in your marriage. You need to speak to Amanda right now, regardless of what happens from here on out.”
And in that moment, I realized with absolute certainty that Glenn would always keep my wife’s best interests at the heart despite his intense feelings for her.
He was about to say more, but I interrupted, “Tell Amanda that I want this for her, and that I love her 1.5 million.”
Glenn recited my response, and Amanda instantly knew that the words were from me, and from the bottom of my heart, because no one else was aware of our inside joke. She looked into the camera on the desk and mouthed I love you.
We were both on the verge of tears.
Amanda constantly exuded confidence, and was, literally, a model of health and fitness, but she never appeared so meek or vulnerable as she took the older man’s hand. They hugged again as something profound occurred between them. I didn’t dare speak.
Something significant was happening to our marriage as well, and it was for the better.
Amanda and Glenn were both visibly trembling as he carefully led her to the leather couch, with Amanda pausing long enough to thoughtfully adjust the cameras on the desk so that they were now pointing at the proper location.
Even now, as my wife was about to have sex with another man, she was thinking of me.
She reached the couch first and sat. Glenn quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Finally naked like Amanda, he slowly sat next to her. The man’s penis was blatantly erect. I half-expected Glenn to pounce and ravish her mercilessly, but he remained still, his lust for my hot wife surpassed only by his genuine affection and the need to treat her with respect.
The pair regarded each other timidly like shy schoolchildren. Sure, they had just taken turns performing oral sex on each other, but penetrative sex was another matter entirely. Even Amanda, who was always composed and perhaps more excited about tonight than anyone, was indecisive.
The older man regarded my wife longingly. There was actual pain etched on his face as he wanted nothing more to be with her, but was too polite— and afraid— to make the first move. I stared at them in silence, unable to give Glenn any direction.
Amanda, however, eventually took the initiative by crossing her legs and rubbing her heel up and down his shin. She may has well have been giving Glenn oral sex again because the man exhaled sharply at her mere touch. I understood what my wife was doing; she was easing her lover into the pinnacle of our night.
Amanda took Glenn’s hand and placed it over her chest so that he could feel her heart beat. “Isn’t this couch more comfortable than your desk?” she asked playfully.
But Glenn was too enthralled by Amanda’s breast to immediately respond. And when finally looked up, he told her seriously, “There is nothing about you that isn’t perfect.”
I nodded emphatically.
“Thank you, Glenn.” Amanda gently removed his hand to reposition it on her leg. As the man stroked her inner thigh, my wife placed her hand delicately on his thigh, dangerously close to his erection.
Glenn’s manhood twitched. “Oh god.” He started to shake nervously.
“It’s ok, Glenn. I want tonight to be special for us. And I want this moment to be a memory that you’re always remember fondly.”
“I will never forget about you or this evening, Amanda. We could’ve kept our clothes on and just talked about the weather, and it would still be one of the greatest nights of my life.”
Amanda hugged her mentor.
But the affectionate gesture quickly devolved into kissing and groping again.
Here we go. It was a strange but exciting feeling to realize that another man was about to fuck my wife. I leaned closer to the computer monitors in rapt fascination.
Amanda sat across Glenn’s lap, like a child does with Santa Clause during the holidays, and they continued kissing and touching. They commenced slowly, but their pace picked up into something that resembled a frenzied impatience. The sound of lips smacking and murmuring was deafening as it echoed between the barren walls of the empty office.
The lovers were no longer acting like shy schoolchildren.
Their lips were still mashed together when Glenn gently eased Amanda onto her back. I could scarcely breathe as I watched the older man preparing to mount my wife. But gone were frenetic motions like those of horny awkward teenagers; now the pair were operating in unison as each understood what the other wanted. They were moving with the self-assurance of mature adults.
Glenn brought his bulbous head to the entrance of Amanda’s vagina. He didn’t speak but asked for consent by looking at her solemnly. And when Amanda nodded once, he gently entered her.