Amanda, a stunning 35-year-old blonde, stood in her tastefully decorated living room, nervously twirling the edge of her silk scarf. Her husband, Tom, a tall, dark-haired man with a hint of silver at his temples, sat across from her on the plush couch, eyes downcast. They were both dressed to impress, ready for the night’s events.

“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked hesitantly, glancing up at Amanda. “I mean, we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

Amanda took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been thinking about this moment for weeks now, ever since she came across the ad on a private fetish forum. The idea of sharing Tom with another man had consumed her thoughts, driving her to the brink of obsession.

“I want this,” she whispered, meeting his gaze. “And I think it will be good for us.”

Tom sighed, nodding reluctantly. He loved Amanda more than anything in the world and would do anything to make her happy. If sharing him with another man was what she needed, then so be it.

A wave of nervous energy washed over them as the doorbell rang. They exchanged one last look before Amanda stood up, smoothing down her tight black dress, and walked towards the entrance. Tom remained seated on the couch, his hands gripping the armrests as he watched his wife open the door to their unconventional evening.

Standing before her was a young, well-built man with dark skin that glistened under the soft lighting of the hallway. His eyes were intense and full of hunger, taking in Amanda’s curves with appreciation. The man introduced himself as Marcus and stepped inside, his gaze never leaving Amanda.

“Tom,” she said, turning to her husband, “this is Marcus.” She gestured towards the living room where Tom sat, waiting for their new guest. “Marcus, this is my husband, Tom.”

Marcus nodded at Tom before returning his focus to Amanda. He reached out and gently took her hand, leading her into the living room while Tom followed behind, feeling a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal.

“So,” Marcus began, looking from one to the other, “I understand there’s something you both want me to do for you?”

Amanda swallowed hard before answering. “Yes, Marcus. We need you to fuck me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it hung heavy in the air like a challenge.

Marcus grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “That I can definitely do,” he replied, gently touching Amanda’s cheek. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she felt his fingers brush against her skin.

“But first,” Marcus continued, turning towards Tom, “I think you should undress your wife for me.”

Tom’s heart raced at the command, but he nodded in agreement. As Amanda stood before him, he began to slowly unbutton her dress, revealing her lace bra and panties underneath. His hands trembled slightly as he reached around to undo the clasp at the back of her bra, watching it fall away from her full breasts.

Marcus watched the scene unfold with keen interest, his eyes never leaving Amanda’s body as Tom carefully removed her remaining clothing. He could no longer contain himself when she stood before them both in nothing but high heels and the scarf still tied around her neck.

“Enough talk,” Marcus growled, grabbing Amanda by the wrist and pulling her towards him. She gasped at his sudden aggression but found herself responding to it, her body arching into his touch as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing gently.

“Fuck me, Marcus,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Please.”

With a low groan, Marcus lifted Amanda off the ground and carried her to the couch, where Tom sat, watching them intently. He laid her down on the cushions, spreading her legs wide before positioning himself between them.

As he slid inside Amanda, she let out a sharp cry of pleasure-pain, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him stretch her open. Tom watched from just a few feet away, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of their lovemaking. He could see Marcus’s thick erection thrusting into his wife, her breasts bouncing with each hard stroke.

The sight was almost too much for him to bear, and before he knew what he was doing, Tom had undone his pants and pulled out his own rock-hard cock. Watching as Marcus continued to fuck Amanda relentlessly, he began to jerk off, imagining himself buried deep inside her instead.

Amanda felt Tom’s gaze on her as she rode Marcus’s cock, his eyes locked onto the sight of their union. She could hear him moaning softly in the background, his own release building within him as he watched this unfold. The knowledge that both men were aroused by her body filled her with an almost unbearable sense of power.

Marcus grunted, thrusting harder and faster into Amanda’s waiting pussy. She cried out loudly, arching her back as the pleasure built within her. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Marcus groaned loudly, releasing his hot cum deep inside her.

As he pulled out of her, spent, Amanda collapsed onto the couch next to Tom, who had finished jacking off and was now staring at the two of them with a mix of shock and awe. She reached over and took his hand, intertwining their fingers as they lay together, sweaty and breathless.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “That was… incredible.”

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