My hot wife moaned her lover’s name.
Glenn made love to her as if he was handling a delicate flower. His thrusts were slow and gentle, and there was no aggressive physicality that I was anticipating and, in truth, secretly hoping for. But witnessing the tenderness between Amanda and Glenn made me guilty when I realized that I had been wrong about tonight.
This wasn’t about Amanda being able to finally fuck her boss now that he was retiring.
This was about the love that they shared for each other.
Glenn slowly quickened the pace. My wife’s mouth was as wide as her eyes, and ragged breaths, as well as occasional moans and whimpers, sounded from her lips. She pulled the man onto him and kissed him for the countless time. He was on top of her now, chest to chest, their bodies, literally, as one.
Amanda suddenly slung one leg over the back of the sofa. Glenn realized that she was gifting him a clearer path into her body, so he thrusted harder and deeper, their collisions resembling the sound of a closed fist striking an open palm. There was a rhythmic staccato to their lovemaking, and the way they shifted against each other was hypnotic.
My mouth was dry but my palms were sweaty as I watched. I was admittedly nervous, but the euphoria in Amanda’s expression caused my spirits to soar. Her happiness— and safety— were all that mattered to me.
Amanda may have possessed an uncanny connection with her boss, but it would never compare to the bond that we shared.
She knew that I was watching her at that precise movement; that I had been hanging on her every move all night long.
She knew what I was thinking.
She knew that I was touching myself as I played the role of voyeur to her exhibitionist.
Amanda turned her head as Glenn lay on top of her to peer directly into the nearest camera. And when she licked her lips, my entire being burned for her. I was overcome with the urge to demand that my wife return home right now so I could finish what Glenn started.
Amanda called softly to her lover. Glenn’s earpiece could barely pick up her whisper, but I did hear my name. That made me very curious.
Glenn immediately paused and chuckled affably. “Yes, of course! He’s as much a part of this as we are.” Then my wife spoke to him again.
To my surprise, the older man dismounted.
That snapped me out of my prolonged silence. “Glenn, what are you doing? Don’t stop! Go back to her!”
But their broad grins filled the video feeds as Amanda stood up while her partner brought himself into a sitting position. My confusion was momentarily forgotten as I stared at Amanda, whose naked perfect was as blinding as the sun. I was on the verge of cumming just by staring at her.
With her expression becoming even naughtier, Amanda slowly mounted Glenn as he remained seated. She moaned audibly as she lowered herself onto his stiff rod. The man planted his hands on her hips and guided my wife until she was completely impaled on his lap.
Then, with her eyes searing into me via the camera on Glenn’s desk, Amanda began riding her man in reverse cowgirl, a sex position that she and I particularly enjoyed.
“Fuck,” I murmured.
Glenn was soon howling at the moon, and I was again glad that we had the foresight to plan this secret rendezvous on a deserted weekend night.
Glenn’s hands slid up my wife’s trunk and sought her breasts once more. Reaching around her body, he cupped and squeezed them, and mashed them together. And as Amanda cooed and encouraged him with lusty words, he tweaked her nipples. There was a boldness to the way her fondled her.
And through it all, my wife continued to grind and bounce on the man’s shaft.
I marveled at her flawless nudity.
I became diamond-hard as I watch Glenn’s large, meaty hands toy roughly with Amanda’s perfect tits.
I was mesmerized by the heavenly vision of my wife engaging in sex with another man.
“Amanda wants to know if you’re enjoying the show, Sy. She’s asking if you’re getting off on watching her fuck.”
Glenn was teasing me now just like I had done to him earlier. I grinned knowing that we were all in this together. And while Amanda had been performing for me all night, it occurred to me, too, that the man wasn’t just simply content on having sex with my wife.
Judging by his words and actions, Glenn was relishing being an exhibitionist as much as she was!
“Tell your hot assistant that I’m jerking off to watching her fuck her boss like she’s desperate to keep her job.” It was the truth; I had been masturbating hard to their sensual performance.
Amanda nearly fell off his lap in laughter as Glenn repeated my statement.
Then she twisted her head back to engage Glenn in another passionate kiss but kept one eye fixed on the camera. Her performance wasn’t quite finished yet. Glenn’s hands were still all over her chest, and I could easily see his manhood buried in her pussy.
Without warning, Amanda’s face contorted. I almost rose to my feet and shouted for Glenn to stop, terrified that he was hurting her. But when she began to call his name between gasps, I realized, with great exuberance, that she was about to orgasm!
The older man sensed it, too, and began pumping upward into her harder and faster than he had all night even as my wife bounced on his rod like a jackhammer. There was a coat of wetness on his shaft that was becoming more copious with each pass.
Amanda suddenly screamed as her spine arched backwards, and a seizure-like spasm wracked her as she climaxed. Glenn encircled my wife with his arms as she stiffened, holding her close and protectively and he felt her quake. He was still pumping furiously, though not as hard, as she continued to orgasm with a high-pitched whine.
Glenn’s movements momentarily slowed as Amanda became limp. But as she called his name again during a final spurt, he thrusted harder and faster. Amanda’s breasts and hair tossed in the air from the spirited fucking.
“Cum inside of her,” I demanded… no, pleaded… as I approached my own eruption.
Glenn was bucking his hips with the virility of a man half his age when he ejaculated into my wife with a roar.
And as his thick semen blasted into Amanda, a geyser of cum spouted from my own cockhead.
My cries of glory merged with Glenn’s as my wife brought us to climax as only she could.
The three of us were exhausted as we had, literally, drained ourselves. I settled back into the couch, still holding my cock and coaxing out the final drops. I suddenly feeling very alone and wished Amanda was here next to me.
My eyes were fixed on her images on my computer screens.
Amanda’s eyelids were closed, but a proud, if not mischievous, smile was noticeable as she leaned against her lover. Glenn, in turn, bearhugged her greedily from behind to keep my wife against him. He rained kisses all over her neck again, and then on her lips when my wife twisted her head back. His penis was still buried in her pussy, and the pair was still shifting heaving against each other.
Finally, Amanda whispered something to Glenn, who nodded. He then removed his earpiece and gently inserted it in her ear. Glenn planted another kiss on my wife before scooting aside to give us some privacy.