Watching my fiance with another man

Julie couldn’t be a better wife for me, other than agreeing to try another
threesome, get into it, and explore the fun once or twice a year. Am I
asking so much? I believe that the main attraction of a threesome for me
is seeing her get off on it so much.

The repeated sex we had with our “other man” the first time we had a
threesome arrangement was sure good for Julie. She and I were engaged to
be married, yet she had no qualms about getting that other guy’s dick in
her mouth and pussy as much as possible: dashing up to his room in the
middle of the night when I left the house for work, walking into his house
and bedroom when his wife was supposed to be out of town, rising up off my
lap and going to her knees in front of him whenever he entered my room.

One time we were all three in my room and I said “Dave, why don’t you go
upstairs with Julie and take a shower with her.” He and Julie thought
“Yeah, lets do it!” and scrambled up the steps. I stayed in my room trying
not to rub my cock too much, thinking Julie would come down to me and be
well stimulated once she finished her shower with Dave.

I heard the water going; they were in there naked and washing each
other. That was an exciting image. After a while the water stopped and I
waited, but they didn’t come back down. I went upstairs to see what
happened. Nobody in the bathroom, I opened the door to Dave’s room and
there they were, Julie stark naked on her back with her knees up and Dave
between her legs, moving that cock with the big head in and out of her.
Julie looked over at me as I watched through the door, had a nervous smile
on her face, but she kept her arms around Dave’s rib cage and her knees
were wide open. Dave turned to tell me to “Get out of here.” He repeated
it, so I left, said I was going to the cafe around the corner. Boy was I
mad. I wanted some sex from Julie too. They were supposed to come back
down after the shower and we would have a threesome; that’s what I wanted.
Fuming there at a table, after a good long while Julie came in with that
worried look on her face. When she saw how angry I was she started the
tears and apologizing. I told her it was my fault, that I hadn’t made my
expectations clear, and we got over it.

Anyway, that illustrates how much Julie liked fucking and sucking with
Dave. It was really something, a great turn-on, to see her so excited
having his cock in her mouth; the way she whirled her head around as she
was smearing her tongue all over his peckerhead. She would eagerly suck
his cock whenever the opportunity presented itself. I loved seeing the
skin on her face take on a glow when she got her lips around his shaft,
that big pecker head of his inside her mouth. She’d stuff it in one side
as far as she could, then shift her head so his dick would push out her
other cheek. A little perspiration on her forehead would make a few
strands of hair stick to it; that was very sexy; I knew she was hot.

It was so fluid, the way they communicated somehow and Julie knew what
Dave wanted next, she would pull her by-now ruby lips off his cock, get up
off her knees, and in one motion pull her pants and panties completely off,
back over to my bed, and lay down with her legs spread wide, looking at
Dave the whole time. Dave followed her to the bed in three steps, had his
pants undone, and would climb between her open legs. Her pussy was always
so wet from sucking his dick that he didn’t have to fiddle with foreplay,
he just put his cock in her. I think Julie most of the time reached down
there and guided it in for him. There was my fiance, laying with her bare
heels on my bed, her knees up in the air, the guy from upstairs pushing his
stiff dick in and out of her while I watched. It was strangely erotic to
see the girl I was going to marry with her arms around some other guy while
he fucked her; I still remember the way she would look over at me with a
blissful smile on her lips, big brown eyes open wide and, in their own way,
smiling too.

Dave would get close to cumming in a few minutes. He’d swing his legs
off the bed, Julie’s knee on that side rolled down flat on the mattress.
Holding his pants up, Dave would step towards the head of the bed and Julie
would look up at him as she wrapped her moist and tender young lips around
his shaft. Muffled cry from Julie, a groan from Dave, as he released his
spray of cum into her mouth. God I love that scene. Her limpid brown eyes
so big and her neck muscles taut as she holds up her head and accepts his
gift of thick earthy fluid. Then she’d fold her long lashes onto her
cheeks, closing her eyes, and slide her warm wet lips up and down, his
shaft going in and out, getting every last drop of Dave’s cum.

Holy fuck it was great watching my girl and the other guy going at it
like that, the most erotic event of my life. What could I do to
convince her to let me have more of that? I’d love to hear your ideas.