I looked at my phone again to find a new text that read ‘I’m sorry’. The apology, however, was not for our previous conversation. In fact, as far as I could tell, the apology was for the photo that had popped up moments before, and more specifically for what she was doing right then.
The photo was of my wife’s lips wrapped around an enormous cock. Another photo arrived a few minutes later, this time wide enough that I could see her kneeling on the floor of her office with her hands wrapped around him; her lips were parted by the head of his dick. I stared at it, not knowing what to do. She had told me she’d try to behave, but clearly, she didn’t put much effort into it. Part of me was surprised she had made it that long.
“Do you want to see more? She’s doing a great job,” came the next message. Fuck, this was not right. He had her phone and he was fucking texting me now? I was angry and upset, but still, I couldn’t put down the phone. The picture was insanely hot, and it was like seeing my wife in a movie. There was lust in her eyes, and she looked so happy with his cock in her mouth.
“Yes,” I wrote back, my fingers fumbling on the screen. How far had they gone? I waited for at least a minute, my heart pounding in my chest until the screen flashed and another image arrived. This time Jessica’s skirt was around her waist, and her panties were gone. She was bent over her desk, with her legs spread just enough that I could see her pussy lips.
Another photo followed almost instantly. This time his hard cock was nestled between the lips of her cunt, the head just pushing against her folds. I stared at it as I reached one hand down and grabbed my own cock; I was in shock. He was just about to fuck her, and there was nothing I could do about it. His bare cock was pushing against my wife’s pussy, and she was clearly soaking wet.
“You want me to fuck your wife bareback?” Paul wrote. I didn’t even think.
“Yes,” I wrote instantly. I closed my eyes, unsure of what I had just done, but it didn’t matter. He was going to do it anyway–I was sure of that–but me telling him to made it that much worse. I waited and waited for another picture, even as I imagined it all happening. I jerked off through my pants as I stared at the screen, and time moved so slowly it hurt.
Finally, a new picture showed up, this time Jessica was leaning back on the desk, her legs open, and his cock pushing inside her. The next followed instantly, and it was a close-up of her face, twisted in pleasure and pain. I knew it perfectly, and I knew just what it meant.
“God, I almost forgot how tight she is,” came the text message. “She feels so much better without a condom though.”
I was so close to coming I had to stop touching myself completely.
“Show me more,” I finally wrote back, needing to see if it was really true. When the phone pinged, there it was. Her legs were open, her shaved cunt was glistening, and his hard cock was buried inside her completely. She was stretched open around him, and I could see her head leaned back in complete and utter lust. I reached down and grabbed my cock again, feeling my whole body on the verge of release. With the phone in one hand and my dick in the other, I didn’t once look away as I exploded over and over again, mumbling under my breath about her getting fucked.
But the second I came, it was over. My mind woke right back up, and I was horrified by what had just happened. My wife was fucking another man on her desk, and I was jerking off in my office. He hadn’t even bothered with a condom this time, and I went from turned on to angry, scared, and confused. My marriage was over, my life was over, and it was all my fault. I had asked for it, hell, I had practically demanded it, and now it was done. What the hell was I thinking?
“I’m gonna come,” came the message, and I picked up the phone again without thinking. I had to resist throwing it across the room, but some small part of me held back. I wasn’t sure if it was him or her writing the message, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to think about it, I didn’t want to see it, and I didn’t want to know it was happening. Not anymore.
But when the phone rang a second later, I answered it, somehow expecting someone else. What I heard were her moans and her pleads as she started to come.
“Oh God, he feels so good,” she said. “He’s fucking me so hard, and he’s going to come. He’s going to come in my pussy, Peter. Oh god, I can’t believe how badly I want it. Oh fuck, he’s coming. He’s filling me and it feels so fucking good. Oh shit, I love you.”