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Soon, the dynamic shifted. Jacob’s wife stayed close to Jacob, her hand occasionally resting on his arm as they moved together. My wife followed, leaning into him, adjusting her pace to match his. Their bodies moved as one, spinning and dipping with the beat. I drifted back to the bar, holding a drink and watching them dominate the floor. Every glance they shared, every step in sync, emphasized the space I no longer occupied.

As the night continued, the trio’s movements became more pronounced. Jacob’s wife guided Jacob with subtle gestures; my wife responded, stepping closer, laughing softly as their coordination grew more intimate. The crowd around them seemed to fade, leaving only the three of them moving together. The energy between them was unmistakable; I was an outsider, forced to observe.

Later, in the car on the drive home, the three filled the backseat. I could see little through the dim interior, but the sounds were impossible to ignore. Low whispers, bursts of laughter, and soft movements echoed through the cabin. My wife’s laughter rose in quick, bright bursts, each punctuated by subtle shifts and gestures. Jacob’s wife calm, guiding presence orchestrated their proximity, while Jacob remained steady, his height and weight commanding. Every movement, every sound, highlighted my absence from the scene.

When we arrived home, Jacob instructed me to grab drinks. Returning with bottles, I found the car still fogged, shadows moving inside. Jacob’s wife gave me a quick, pointed look, signaling for me to leave them be. I stayed outside, watching through the glass as the three continued, the rhythm of their interactions precise and unavoidable.

Eventually, they emerged. My wife stepped out first, walking light and confident, smiling widely as though glowing from the night’s energy. Jacob followed, smirking at me as he moved past. Jacob’s wife came last, laughing softly, her eyes flicking to me with amusement. As they passed, my wife leaned slightly forward, voice sharp and teasing:

“Well, look at our little driver. Thanks to you, I really got a good ride”

Jacob’s wife added, her tone playful and cold:

“Still just watching, aren’t you?”

Jacob chimed in, mock-friendly:

“Hope you’re enjoying the view, buddy. Thanks for being such a good look out”

When he first came over on Friday, my wife was so excited to see him that she jumped into his arms and kissed him at the front door. I gave him a high five as he made out with my wife with her legs wrapped around him.

My wife then lead him into the living room where she snuggled up next to him. Jacob asked me when I would have dinner ready. I explained I was working on it, but they could watch a movie or something while I got it all ready. I was in my usual outfit as Jacob explains I should always wear a maid outfit when he is around since he is the man of the house.

I could tell my wife had a lot of pent up sexual energy because she was already grabbing at my friends crotch. Based on the thick outline against his pants, I could tell he wasn’t one to complain.

As I cooked in the kitchen, I saw my wife’s head disappear into Jacob’s lap and his head rest back against the couch. With the movie going in the background, I could still hear her slurping down on his cock.

Jacob asked me for a beer. I rushed to the garage to get him his beer. I handed it to him as he thanked me and pushed my wife’s head down deeper on his cock. “Thanks. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you have something to drink too” I could hear my wife giggle as she continued to chock on his cock.

I proceeded back to the kitchen and got back to finishing the meal. My little dick was now pressed firmly against my cage as I struggled to be able to focus.

I had just finished the meal prep as I could hear Jacob finishing in my wife’s mouth. I noticed he whispered something in my wife’s ear. She got up and walked over to me in the kitchen. She passionately kissed me and passed over her full mouth of Jacob’s cum. My mouth filled as some cum barely dripped down the side. My wife made sure to wipe it with her finger and I instinctually licked it off her finger and swallowed down all of Jacob’s cum.

Jacob laughed as he pulled up his pants, “told you you would get something to drink”.

He crushed up his beer and told me to get him another. I quickly rushed to the garage. But, just as I was about to come back in, I heard the door lock. I knocked, but I got no answer. I pressed my ear to the door and could already hear my wife moaning. I was stuck in the garage with my maid outfit on. There were window on the side so I had to hide down a little. I didn’t want the neighbors seeing.

I was in the garage for about two hours before Jacob unlocked the door and let me in with his huge wet cock still hanging low between his legs. I handed him his beer and asked him if he needed anything else? He told me my wife had satisfied him plenty. I walked in and saw my wife still laying on the couch with just a blanket covering her up.

My wife told me they were going to go to bed a little early tonight and I should clean up and just stay on the couch for the night.

I watched Jacob wrap my wife up in the blanket and throw her over his shoulder to proceed upstairs.

As they walked away my wife asked me what do I say?

“Thank you Jacob for taking such good care of my wife”

Just last weekend they spent most of the afternoon fucking while I made them dinner.

Once they were done I brought them food to eat on while I cleaned his cock and locked out his cum from my wife’s pussy.

At this point, they mostly ignore me while I clean them up and they watch a movie.