By the time my wife Beth called from her hotel room, it was most likely too late.
They met at the conference, had a few drinks after the keynote, and then moved to her room so she could “take off her heels and finally relax a little.” Which is to say that by the time she called me, she was alone in her room with a man I had never met and she barely knew.
“Hey love,” she whispered into the phone. “I’m in the bathroom because there’s a man in my hotel room.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, my first thought being one of concern.
“Everything is fine! It’s maybe too good actually. He’s very nice.”
“Did you invite him up?” I asked, a million thoughts going through my mind at once.
“Maybe,” she said. I swear I could hear her blush.
“And you’re having fun?”
“I might be having too much fun. You should definitely tell me to stop. It might help.”
I sat down on our bed and took a sip of my scotch. While we had an active fantasy life, it ended there. Sure we talked about her messing around–me too for that matter–but as far as I knew that was all it was.
“Do you want me to stop you?” I finally asked, trying to suss out the truth. I felt myself both excited and nervous at the same time.
“Shit, I have to get back. I’ll text you in a few so you can talk sense into me. Stay by your phone.”
As if I were going to turn it off and go to sleep. What the hell was she doing? For a moment I wondered if she were making it all up to get a rise out of me, but the sound of her voice told me differently. The tone of her voice told me it was all true.
And she was excited about it.
“You don’t have to kick him out, but be careful,” I wrote, wondering if she would look at her phone.
“What about a little kiss? Would that upset you?”
I instantly wondered if she was asking permission or forgiveness, but maybe it didn’t matter. As much as she was talking to me, I felt like I had zero control of the situation. Sitting back on the bed, I tried to think of something to say. I reached down and adjusted myself through my pants, wondering which side of me would win.
There was no harm in testing the waters I suppose.
“I’d be a little jealous, but I can handle it,” I finally wrote.
And then I waited. A minute went by with nothing. And then five and then ten. It was close to a half hour (and another glass of scotch) later when my phone finally rang.
“I’m back in the bathroom,” she said, her voice hushed but her breath quick.
“What’s going on? Did you make out with him?”
“What, are we in high school?” she asked, with a giggle.
“Beth, come on. Tell me what’s going on, or this has to stop.”
“Does that mean if I tell you, it doesn’t have to stop?”
She had me there. I should have been more careful with my wording, but the truth was I was still excited and confused.
“Did you kiss him?”
“I can’t tell if you’re mad or not. It’s been tame though. We kissed for a while on the couch. Mostly we’ve just been talking.”
“Is he a good kisser?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Sex. More specifically how badly we want each other, but how I’m going to be good because I’m a married woman and I love my husband.”
“You told him you want him?” I asked, my heart in my throat. I took another sip of my drink and then unzipped my pants. Why the hell was I so hard? And why couldn’t I tell her to stop?
“It was just talking,” she said. “And maybe more kissing. And I guess he touched me a little bit.”
“Tell me,” I sighed, gripping my cock in one hand.
“Are you turned on?” she asked. All I could do was grunt my yes.
“He took the top of my dress down so he could feel me up. It does feel very high school right now. But that’s it so far. He ran a hand up my thigh, but I stopped him before he could touch me.”
She was quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t talk.
“I could feel him though. Through his pants, I could feel how hard he is. And how big he is.”
“Beth, this is so much all at once. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. We’ve fantasized about this for a long time, but it’s different now that it’s happening.”
“I should go back,” she said.
“Take off your panties,” I told her quickly, practically falling over the words.
“Really?” she asked. I told her again, and then the phone was silent, and I was lost.
It took me less than a minute to undress and crawl back into bed. I knew that if I came, I would try to stop the whole thing instantly, but if I stayed the way I was, I might not be able to hold back. I wasn’t sure which one was worse.
When my phone pinged, I looked down to see a photo of her legs parted and her dress hiked up, as a steady hand gripped her right thigh. I began to touch myself slowly, but before I could think better, I took a picture and sent it right back.
“It looks like you like it,” she texted me, before sending another one. This time, her legs were open wide, and I could see that he had at least two fingers inside her.
“Should I stop?” she asked. “If you don’t say no I’m going to suck his cock. I can feel him through his pants, and I want it so badly my mouth is watering.”
“Show me,” was all I could write as I jerked off faster and faster.
The waiting was painful, but I held on. My hand moved slowly as I pictured my wife in her hotel room with a stranger. Her dress was half off, he had been kissing her all night, and now she was sliding to the floor so she could take his cock into her mouth. Right now, in this very moment, she’s sucking another man’s cock.
The picture appeared in an instant, and there it was. This time, he was in control of the camera, because in bright color, there was my wife looking up as she sucked a thick cock between her lips. A short video followed, and I nearly came as I watched her move up and down, working her hand over him as she took all of his huge cock down her throat.
I had to stop and grip the sheets to keep myself from coming. Maybe if I held my breath or thought about something stupid I could hold back, but all I could think of was that she was going to do it. I knew Beth well, and there was no way she would stop with a blow job.
“Hi,” she said when she the phone. “Are you okay?”
“I’m trying not to come,” I whispered, wondering if she was still there with him.
“He’s still touching me. He has two fingers inside me as I stroke his cock at the same time. Peter, he’s so fucking big, I could barely take it. But I got most of it, did you see?”
“I saw,” I moaned, my hand moving once more. “Are you going to do it?”
“Do what?” she asked, her voice instantly deeper. I hear her sigh and then grunt as she moved, and for a moment I wondered if it was too late.
“You know,” I told her. “Are you going to fuck him?”
“Do you want me to?” she asked. “I’m on top of him now, and I can feel it. Peter, he’s right there between the lips of my pussy, and I’m getting him so wet. Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold back. Tell me what to do.”
“Does he have a condom on?” I asked, picturing it in an instant.
“No,” she said, her voice quivering.
“Let me see.”
I heard her fumble with the phone again, and suddenly another picture arrived. She was on top of him leaning back, and his cock was poking out from between her thighs, wet with her excitement. It was followed by a second shot, this one from his perspective as my wife held him in one hand against her pussy while she spread her lips with the other.
“Tell me,” she moaned, her voice distant but clear. “Tell us both.”
“Can he hear me?”
“I can hear everything,” came a deep voice. “Fuck, I’m so close man. Your wife is so hot, and she’s been so good to me. I’m going to fuck her so hard; you have no idea.”
“I can stop,” I heard Beth say, and I had no idea if it was true. I took a deep breath, the pre-cum leaking from my cock as I began to squeeze myself tightly. My brain was a mess, I could hardly think straight, and my body knew what it wanted.
“Do it,” I finally moaned. “Fuck him, Beth. You know you want to.”
“Oh god!” I heard her cry, and I knew it was done. Another man was inside my wife, and I had let it happen. From the moment I answered the phone I had let it continue, and now everything would change. But still, I couldn’t stop.
“Does she feel good?” I asked, unsure if he could still hear me.
“She’s so fucking tight. My god, her pussy is amazing.”
“You’re just big,” Beth said, laughing in between moans. “So fucking big.”
“Do you like it?” I asked, knowing I was reaching the point of no return.
“It feels so good, Peter. He’s going to make me come. He’s going to make me come so hard!”
And then I heard her, the familiar sounds of her release loud and clear as she cried out. Fuck me, she screamed, and I knew she was wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him to her as she clenched around him. She was coming for him, on him, and around him. She was coming as a stranger fucked her, and finally, I was done.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my fist a blur as I erupted onto my hand, my head exploding with release. I didn’t stop as I came, and yet somehow I didn’t grow soft either. Over the phone, I could hear them, and it was clear they were still going.
“You have to see this,” he said.
As my head cleared and worry and doubt filled me, Facetime opened and there it was right in front of me. He was holding the phone as Beth leaned back, her breasts bare and her cunt full of his giant cock. Holding it closer, I could see everything as he pistoned in and out of her while she came and cried, begging for more.
“I’m gonna come too,” he moaned, not stopping the video. And then before I could say anything, before I could prevent it from going even further, Beth said the words that I would never forget.
“Come in me! Please come inside me. Don’t pull out; I want to feel it!”
The video was a mess, bouncing this way and that as I watched her push down onto him, burying his cock within her as he screamed. One hand grabbed her ass and pulled her down, and then the camera showed nothing as they kissed and moaned into each other’s ears for what felt like hours.
I was exhausted and angry, but my cock was still hard, and the video chat was still going.
“You came so much,” Beth finally said, giggling once more. “I can feel it all. I can feel you inside me.”
“Show me,” I croaked out, needing to see it even as I dreaded it. Ever so slowly he lifted the phone up once more to show their still commingled bodies. And then, as I watched with my hand back on my cock, she lifted up off him, until his come began to drip from her body. Beth reached between her legs, touched herself gently, and then as I stared with an open mouth, she raised her fingers to her lips and sucked them dry.
“I love you, Peter,” she said, and then the phone went dead.
I instantly rolled to my stomach, the phone in one hand as I stared at the pictures and videos again, feeling myself once more about to come. Just as I was about to let go, I got a text message.
“He’s going to stay for a while. I’ll send more pictures when I can. I love you more than anything Peter. We’ll talk in the morning.”
I shut my eyes as I pictured it happening again and again as they stayed up late into the night exploring each other’s bodies, but when the phone went off one more time so did I.
“Oh, he wants to fuck my ass, I hope that’s okay? Let me know if not. Soon though.”
The picture that followed was Beth on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and his cock once more buried in her pussy. I cried out as I came, the image burning its way into my mind with a vision that would never leave.
“Do it,” I wrote back, wondering if I would come again or simply cry myself to sleep wondering what we had done.
“Do it all.”
It was going to be a very long night.