**Hotwife Surprise**

I’d never been the jealous type, but when my wife, Naomi, suggested bringing another guy into our bed, something inside me twisted—half fear, half raw excitement. We’d been married six years, and though our sex life was good, she wanted more. And when Naomi wanted something, she got it.

That’s how I found myself sitting on our couch, heart pounding, as her coworker, Hiroki, stood in our living room, his cock already straining against his slacks. He was taller than me, broader, with that cocky grin that made my stomach clench. Naomi had told me she wanted to see how I’d react watching her take another man. Now, she was practically purring as she undid the top buttons of her blouse, her dark eyes locked onto Hiroki like he was dessert.

“You sure about this, babe?” I asked, voice tight. My dick was already hard in my jeans.

Naomi just smirked, walking toward Hiroki. “Oh, I’m sure.”

Hiroki didn’t waste time. The second she was close enough, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a rough kiss. Naomi moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his tongue worked hers. My hands balled into fists on my thighs.

Then Hiroki’s hands were on her tits, squeezing through the thin fabric of her bra. “Fuck, you’re stacked,” he growled against her lips. Naomi arched into his touch, gasping when he pinched her nipples.

“Take it off,” she panted.

Hiroki yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. He unhooked her bra with one hand, letting her full tits bounce free. His mouth immediately latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his fingers twisted the other. Naomi whimpered, her head falling back.

“Look at you,” I muttered, shifting on the couch. My cock was throbbing.

Hiroki pulled back, grinning. “Your wife’s fucking delicious.” Then he spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. His hands slid down her stomach, popping the button on her skirt. It dropped to the floor, leaving her in just black lace panties, already soaked.

“Fuck,” I breathed, watching as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy through the fabric.

Naomi bit her lip, rolling her hips against his touch. “Don’t tease me.”

Hiroki chuckled, dragging her panties down her thighs. Then he shoved two fingers inside her without warning.

“Oh shit!” Naomi gasped, her knees buckling.

“She’s so wet,” Hiroki said, fucking her with his fingers, making slick noises fill the room. “You see this? Your wife’s dripping for me.”

I couldn’t look away. Naomi’s face was flushed, her tits bouncing as Hiroki finger-fucked her. His thumb found her clit, rubbing hard, and she cried out, her nails sinking into his arm.

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Not yet.” Hiroki pulled his fingers out, making her whine. Then he turned her around, dropping to his knees. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her pussy like he was starving.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Naomi’s hips jerked, her hands fisting in his hair.

I could see everything—the way his tongue flicked her clit, the way he groaned like her taste was addicting. When he slid two fingers back inside her, curling them, Naomi’s legs started shaking.

“I’m gonna—ah! Fuck, right there!” Her whole body tensed, then she came hard, crying out as Hiroki kept licking, milking her orgasm.

He stood up, his cock finally free from his pants—thick, uncut, already leaking. Naomi stared at it hungrily.

“On the couch,” he ordered, nodding toward me.

Naomi pushed me back so she could straddle my lap, her ass pressed against my hard-on. Then she reached back, guiding Hiroki’s cock to her pussy.

The second he pushed inside her, she threw her head back with a loud moan. “Fuck, you’re huge!”

Hiroki gripped her hips, slamming the rest of the way in. Naomi gasped, her body jolting against mine. Then he started fucking her hard, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust.

“You feel that?” Naomi moaned, looking at me over her shoulder. “He’s so deep.”

I could see it—his cock stretching her, her pussy gripping him tight. The sounds were filthy: wet slaps, her whimpering moans, Hiroki’s grunts.

“You like watching your wife get fucked?” Hiroki taunted, pounding into her.

I didn’t answer—I couldn’t. My hand slid between Naomi’s legs, rubbing her clit as Hiroki owned her pussy.

She came again, shaking, her walls clamping around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Hiroki growled, pulling out and unloading hot stripes across her back.

Naomi collapsed against me, panting. Then she turned, kissing me deep, letting me taste Hiroki on her tongue.

“Next time,” she whispered, “it’s your turn to watch him fuck my ass.”

My dick throbbed. Fuck. I was hooked.