The Arrangement (Audio Script)

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I’ve never been able to explain it.

Never really fully understood it myself…

But, for as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to see you get fucked by another man.

I think we had been married for at least six years before I could ever buck up the courage to tell you about these fantasies.

I don’t know what I was so afraid of.

I mean, it’s you.

My wife.

I can tell you anything.

And lucky me, when I finally did tell you… you really liked the idea.

And that’s how we ended up here, I suppose.

In our neighbor’s guest suite, me with my dick in my hand while you give our neighbor, Henry, a little striptease.

I’m trying to stay in the moment, trying to focus on you, but I keep remembering all the times we’ve talked about this.

You whispering in my ear after dinner that you wanted to fuck our waiter.

Me telling you how badly I want to watch you give my personal trainer a kiss while I fuck you.

We’ve been flirting with the idea for so long that it's kind of hard to believe we’re actually about to do it.

Henry’s guest suite is separate from the main house.

It’s simple, just a king sized bed with crisp white sheets and this leather couch against the back wall.

With the curtains drawn, the only light comes from a floor lamp behind me.

We got really lucky with him.

He’s a good guy, someone I trust.

I wouldn’t say he flaunts his wealth necessarily, but the guy definitely has “big dick energy” which was one of the reasons why we approached him.

Works out a lot.

Owns a boat.

If I’m going to watch my wife get fucked by someone else, I want it to be by someone who can give her a good time.

“Fuck… yes…”

I’m pulled back to the moment with your soft moan.

You’re wearing nothing but a little black g-string.

You weren’t wearing a bra underneath that dress you just slipped out of.

And your breasts look incredible…

“Come here…”

I drag my hand slowly up and down my shaft.

I want to savor this, make it last…

I try to slow my thoughts with each breath.

Try to focus on the sensation of breath filling my lungs, just to keep myself from getting too excited.

He puts his arms around your waist and draws you into his hard, bare chest.

I shift slightly on the couch I’m sitting on to get a better view of your face.

I want to see your expression while he plays with your tits and slips his hand between your legs…

You bite down on your lip as his hands grip your sides.

I can see the outline of his cock against his boxers, getting bigger and thicker by the moment.

Your eyes are glazed over, pupils blown.

You glance over at me, teasing me with a look that says ‘watch this.’

He turns you around in his arms and slips a hand over your breast.

You tilt your head back as he presses his mouth against your neck.

His finger twists around your chest.

Fuck, the way your mouth hangs open…

The way you grind your ass up against him.

I want you so fucking bad.

I feel like I’m spying on you two, like this is a private moment I’m infringing on.

And fuck, that makes it that much hotter.

“You like that, hm?”

“Fuck… yes…

God, that feels good…”

“You’re so wet…”

My cock twitches in my hand as I watch his fingers dip down beneath that tiny little g-string you’re wearing.

I wonder what it feels like for you…

If his touches feel different than mine.

You keep looking over at me, directing your soft moans towards me.

And I keep watching him… watching you.

“You’re impatient, aren’t you?

You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah…

fuck, yeah, please…”

God, I can’t wait.

I want to see you bent over the bed…

I want to see you grip the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white…

I want to hear you plead with him to fuck you harder, faster.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you?”

He twirls you around to face him again and walks you back to the bed.

You quickly get rid of your underwear and toss it towards me.

Oh my god, I love you.

He stands above you while you sit looking up at him with your teeth biting into your bottom lip.

You pull his boxers down and his dick springs out.

I stroke myself faster… harder…

This is it… we’re getting so close…

He holds his cock at the base and lowers himself down onto his knees.

His hands spread your thighs apart and he pushes his nose between your folds.

He uses quick flicks of his tongue as his hands grip your ass and squeeze.

Your fingers curl into the bedspread and you tilt your head back and close your eyes.

I can see your legs start to shake from here.

“Ohhh, fuck…”

There’s a particular way you like your clit to be touched…

I wonder if he’s doing it right.

Based on your moans… I’d say he is.

You grip the top of his head, digging your fingers into his salt and pepper hair and holding him in position between your thighs.

“That’s it…

fuck, yeah, that’s it…”

Your free hand tugs at your chest, tweaking it around and squeezing it between your fingers.

He stands up and there’s a wild look in his eyes, like he can’t wait a second longer.

Like he has to have you right fucking now.

Butterflies twirl around in my stomach.

It’s about to happen.

He guides the tip of his cock between your legs and enters you.

Oh my god…

Fuck.

Fuck.

You lie back onto your elbows as he thrusts into you, slow at first, then gaining speed and force.

His hands lift up your hips, holding your lower body up in the air to push his cock as far into you as he can.

“Ohhhh, god… yeah, you feel fucking good…”

It’s not jealousy I feel, but a primal feeling of desire and desperation.

You push your hips into him and I think about the feeling of your pussy tightening around my cock when we fuck.

My hand stroking my cock is suddenly moist with pre-passion.

“You like that?

Feel me deep in you?”

“Yeah—yeah!”

I run my palm over the tip of my dick.

Fuck, I’m… I’m getting close…

Your moans are getting high-pitched and breathy, like they do when you’re getting ready to climax.

Your head turns to the side and your eyes pierce mine as his cock fucks you deep and hard.

I imagine it’s my dick between your legs, sliding in and out of your warm, tight pussy.

Imagine that it’s me fucking you, me all covered in your juices…

“Touch my clit—”

He slips a hand between the two of you and you grind hard on his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck…”

“I’m going to passion…

I’m going to passion!”

I stroke myself harder, faster, again and again…

Your body shakes and shivers…fuck…oh my god you look incredible…

I’m… right behind you…

So close…

He pulls out of you and gets up to toss the condom in the trash.