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England, 2022
My wife is a pure and unadulterated slut. This however, does not bother me in the least. Since we met and married, we had the best of sex lives, screwing each other every chance we had. As Lord and Lady Windermere, we wanted for little, my landed estate and wealth ensuring a stable and care free life. Now our lives have changed. Down to me alas, as I have become a voyeur. In as much as love watching my gorgeous wife getting royally fucked by some stud or other.
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I smiled to myself as I watched my beautiful wife getting ready for our planned evening. She stood naked in front of the floor length bedroom mirror adjusting her hair and applying the final touches to her makeup, making herself look the best she could for our invited guest. Elizabeth was what you might call statuesque. She was on the tall side at five-ten and had a beautifully proportioned slender figure. She had long flowing brown hair, shapely legs, nice tits, and a tight bottom to boot. Well educated and groomed, the Lady Windermere had a classic posture with her back straight and 34C cup bosom thrust out.
She had been easy to fall in love with, as had countless other suitors for her hand in marriage. But in the end she chose me. I was her biggest fan and idolised her. As I sat and watched her, I felt an unfamiliar excitement rush through me, as I reminded myself that in a couple of hours I would be watching my wife of two years making love to her illicit lover of six months.
x
It had been my suggestion to allow my wife to have sex with others. One reason being that I had become somewhat impotent, a sad effect of the Omicron strain of Covid-19 which had laid me low for nigh on a year. Secondly, I had no bloody choice, as Lizzy was a fiercely sexual creature who craved, no, demanded a fulfilling sex life. With or without me. I had been bedridden for a few months when I had began to have doubts about her behaviour. We had relocated to London from Cumbria when I was stricken for better medical treatment, and every weekend Lizzy would leave in the early evening and return late at night. When she came back I would ask her where she had been, and her answer would always be that she had been visiting friends. It had been the Duchess of Berwick who had informed me of Lizzy’s infidelities. That being a regular affair with one James Erlynne. When I had confronted Lizzy about this rumour, she readily admitted it, my inability to perform sexually being the sole reason she had strayed.
I had never before harboured fantasies about seeing Lizzy fucking another man, as when I had been fit enough, I had managed to satisfy her needs. At forty I considered myself fairly fit and active, thanks to riding horses from a young age. Add to that my reasonably large appendage, my wife, who was half my age wanted no other.
By happening in on her making love to another, I had discovered hither to unknown desires to see her getting screwed. I have now brought myself to orgasm for the first few times in months as I imagined another man between her legs, pleasuring her and making her cum. In order to satisfy both our needs, I had our well hung gardener have his way with Lizzy, as I peeped in on them as they fucked each other. I had taken enormous satisfaction from watching the sexually stimulating scenario unfold before my eyes and I had been rewarded by a rampant erection like no other I had experienced in over twelve months. When alone with Lizzy in our own bed I was however as limp as a wet rag.
“He’s on his way.”
Lizzy picked up her phone to read a message that said James was due at our home in Cumbria. As she fidgeted, I was checking her out. Her curves never failed to get me going, and right away I longed for my cock to stiffen. She really was just so perfect, her body a work of art. But again my dick refused to play ball. She went to the bathroom, her firm ass swaying sensuously as she went and I brooded. it took another half hour but when she came back into the room, she looked fantastic, in a very chic white dress which had a short hem and plunging neckline which showed off a fair amount of cleavage.
“Are you sure about all of this?” She asked for the hundredth time.
“Yes. I want to watch the whole thing. I want to see him kiss you, suck your tits, eat you out, and then fuck your brains out. I’ll enjoy it. You’ll enjoy it. You do want to fuck him, don’t you?”
She admitted that the idea of fucking him while I watched her in the same room was exciting for her.
“And then?”
“And then. he leaves. This must be the last time you see him in this manner. He’s history, and we carry on.”
“Understood.”
x
“Evening My Lord.”
“James. Right on time. Do come in. Drink?”
“Scotch, thanks.”
I ushered Erlynne into the library where I made sure he was comfortable. We ran through the usual formalities and made small talk for about ten or fifteen minutes where he told me that he ran a small publishing company that specialised in travel guides. All the while I sized him up, from his immaculate hair, white teeth and bright eyes. Then, Lizzy finally appeared and stood on my right side where I sat. I held her hand as we both stared at our bemused guest.
“Lizzy had told me everything, Erlynne. How you seduced her at a vulnerable moment in our lives. She’s given me every juicy detail, from where you shop for your underpants to the side of your trousers you dress. The left, I believe.”
The undoubtedly handsome young man squirmed in his seat in discomfort as Lizzy stood in the space between our chairs.
“Her Ladyship is as much to blame as me. It didn’t take much persuading to get her in my bed. For my part, I used Her Ladyship in a vain effort to gain entrance to polite society.”
“Quite so, quite so. Troublesome times they were, as I’m sure you’ll agree. Anyway, we have decided to allow you one more night of passion together and after that you shall see no more of each other. Oh, and I shall be present in the room whilst you shag her.”
Erlynne gathered his wits and bristled in his seat.
“And what pray, do I get out of all this?”
“Why a good fuck with a good woman, naturally.”
I spread my hands as he mentally undressed my wife.
“No. I say.”
“No? You surprise me. Very well. Shall we agree on a sum of monies to be paid into the account of your publishers? And I shall write a letter of introduction for you to the London Golf Club recommending you for a Gold Corporate Membership.”
He studied the bottom of his whiskey tumbler and then looked back up at Lizzy. No doubt reminiscing about their hot and heavy sessions they had shared in bed.”
“Very well. I agree.”
“Excellent. Shall we?”
x
We headed upstairs, glasses in hand. When we got to our bedroom, I sat in the chair opposite the four poster bed with the mirror behind the headboard. I nursed my glass of wine as I watched things begin to develop. Lizzy stood before me with a wicked gleam in her eye. Erlynne was behind her and the swish of a zipper sounded in our ears. His hands emerged at her shoulders and he slipped the straps out and down. Lizzy’s dress duly followed, crumpling in an untidy heap at her white four inch heels. Left in her white lace bra and skimpy panties, Lizzy stepped out of her discarded dress and kicked it towards me with a giggle. I took a swig of Malbec and gulped it down. Was this all real, I wondered? Here was my beloved wife, dressed in her underwear only, with her lover standing behind her, in our bedroom.