The Moroccan lover

My wife's lover is a Moroccan bricklayer. He is a handsome man, forty years old, both physically and sexually fit.
We met him two years ago when he came to do some work at our house.
My wife Laura, even though she was in her fifties and sixties, was (and still is) a desirable woman and he began to court her shamelessly even in my presence. This initially bothered me but then the perverse desire to see her possessed by that man began to take hold in me.
I talked about it with Laura who, at first, was scandalized but then, partly because of my insistence and partly because the man was becoming more and more audacious, she ended up giving in.
The Moroccan has been frequenting our house ever since and comes to visit us about twice a month on Saturdays.
When he started, my wife had just entered menopause and, to be safe, we ****** him to use a condom anyway. After a few months we decided to do everything freely for everyone to enjoy.
After the first almost ****** relationships, Laura began to enjoy it and had a profound metamorphosis.
Since she enjoys intensely with him, she feels guilty towards me but I reassure her because, for me too, it causes great emotions.
Our friend is a rude person, at times, even rude and I often think of putting him out for good but then I don't do it thinking that his irreverent attitude is part of the enjoyment I get from it.
When the Saturday comes when he comes, Laura and I have already been excited since the afternoon making preparations.
I light the fireplace and spread out a strictly eco-friendly white shag rug in front of it. Laura, meanwhile, prepares dinner taking into account our friend's religious needs. When the room is warm, Laura gets ready. She usually wears a short, light dress and under it a very small thong that barely covers the cut of her pussy but from which the thick hair emerges. Before meeting the Moroccan, Laura completely shaved her hair but he immediately demanded that she let her hair grow.

When the doorbell rings I go to open the door. He greets me "cordially" with a "hello cuckold"
He comes in, he hands me his coat and then he hugs Laura. The two kiss obscenely, sticking their tongues in each other's mouths. Their hands caress their bodies. Laura massages the man in the fly of her trousers, obtaining an immediate erection while he slips his hand under her skirt to grope her now wet sex. After a few moments Laura, moaning at her, bends her legs and then he supports her, massaging her firmly. For Laura it is the first orgasm of the evening. I, in the background, caress myself in turn, being very careful not to enjoy and end the game before it even begins.
During dinner, the man says that he has been in voluntary abstinence for ten days now in order to be able to offer more sperm to Laura and, indirectly, to me.
At each course, when Laura is next to him, she reaches out with her hands and opens her dress, letting out one of her breasts which she then caresses and licks greedily. I think Laura is completely wet by now.
Once dinner is over, they walk together towards the room where the fireplace is scorchingly hot. Laura takes off her dress and I look from behind her at her splendid ass crossed by the string of her thong. The two hug and kiss. I would like to follow them but first I have to clear the table and sweep the floor. I hear the music and I know they are dancing and starting to rub against each other. I also know that Laura, excited but still able to connect, is stalling to give me a chance to finish my work and be part of the game without missing important stages.
When I enter the room I add some wood to the fireplace, I undress completely in the dim light, I sit in my favorite armchair and I start to masturbate, always with care.
Laura is already naked and the Moroccan is only wearing underwear. My wife glances at me, smiles and slowly takes off the man the last piece of clothing she is wearing. She kneels down and starts stroking the nice dark cock. The two are so beautiful, naked and obscene, illuminated by the flames of the fireplace. Laura now sucks it greedily and I see the man's cock come out glistening from my woman's mouth. Laura, when we are alone, tells me that that cock has a different flavor from mine, it has a sour, intoxicating taste that almost makes her enjoy it without being touched. I see the man standing while Laura sits down and bends backwards to reach the Moroccan's ass. She opens his buttocks and sticks her tongue into his rear intimacy. He is certainly not insensitive to this oral caress and so he bends his legs moaning, uttering dirty words. "You're a cow!!, you're a slut...stop, you'll make me enjoy it!!" Soon the two find themselves in the sixty-nine position with Laura underneath. He opens her and inserts his tongue, she moans and I feel her enjoying herself like crazy. In the air of the room I can smell the smell of sweat coming from their bodies now shiny with excitement and the heat that the fireplace gives off.
But now comes the crucial moment. He mounts her. Laura, when it's just us, always says something to me: "You make love to me, he mounts me and makes me really feel like a cow".
Here, she kneels down and he takes her from behind. He bangs her hard and she enjoys screaming. I already know that after a while she will slip out and place that magnificent cock in front of my wife's anus. He is a master at this. He penetrates her slowly and harder and harder. Laura moans and says that it hurts but then she goes towards him as if she wanted to get his balls in too. From my position I don't see the penetration but I feel the two bodies slamming into each other. Laura is sodomized for several minutes but the Moroccan does not want to enjoy in that cave. When he slips out, my wife, she lies down and he goes on top of her and penetrates her pussy. He mounts her, constantly changing the pace. Now slow and gentle, now faster and more violent. It's the moment I go and position myself behind them to see that beautiful cock appearing and disappearing in my woman's pussy. She hugs him with her legs on his butt and moans like crazy. When he starts making uncoordinated movements I understand that he is close to enjoying himself. His sounds are not moans but the roar of a lion. His buttocks contract and in the end he remains planted deep inside my wife's sex. I see Laura's opulent thighs shaking in an orgasm that seems to never end. He is filling her with about ten days' worth of seed.

The two remain embraced, motionless, panting. Two ******* who just enjoyed it.
After a few minutes he pulls out and I see his dark cock smeared with cum. My wife's pussy remains wide open but nothing comes out because the man has enjoyed her too much.
He, always calling me "cuckold", invites me to take her place and feed on her sperm. He also tells me not to bother, he knows the way out. Then he slips into the bathroom.
Crawling I go and lie down next to her who is still panting. We caress each other and she whispers "I love you" to me. She gets up and stands over my face. Only at that moment, when she is in a vertical position does her lover's sperm begin to come out. He runs down her thighs in creamy white streams. I pick it up with one finger and bring it to her mouth. We hear the front door closing. It's the Moroccan who left. Laura bends over and offers me her pussy to *****. It's a thick, sticky liquid, she moans and I lick greedily, I fill her mouth, I open her buttocks and she screams to stop it hurts. She gets up again, steps back and impales herself on my cock which is now on the verge of exploding. Two or three movements are enough and I empty myself into her, mixing my sperm with that of the Moroccan still copious inside her. I enjoy, I finally enjoy while she kisses me and then, exhausted, I remain motionless holding her in her arms.
She caresses me gently and whispers "you're a pig!".
"Just me!!???...come on, let's go take a shower!!!"