“Should I have filmed it?” she asked, looking up at me. She was on all fours towards the foot of the bed, and all I could do was nod. I hadn’t expected her to go through with it, and not having been there meant all I could do was imagine the worst.
“That would have been so hot. Would you want to watch it too?”
“Maybe,” she said, pulling my shorts down and giggling at my bobbing cock. “We could watch it together while I told you how it felt. How he felt.”
I moaned as she took me into her mouth and nothing felt real.
My darling wife had finally said yes to my fantasy. She had found a date online, gone out with him, let him take her home, and then fucked him. All in one night.
And now, here she was, my cock in her hand as she looked into my eyes, still not letting me touch her. The details had also been left out, so all I knew was that it had happened. And now she was home.
And I was being tortured.
As she ran her finger over the head of my cock, it glistened with pre-cum. She laughed as she leaned up and made me taste it before climbing higher over me.
“Are you ready to hear all the details?” she asked. I could see a bruise on her arm and another on her ass. Her makeup had run, and she smelled of sex and cum and who knows what else? Whatever had happened, they had not been gentle.
“Yes,” I moaned, jealousy and excitement welling up in equal parts. “Tell me everything.”
“How about this,” she teased. “As long as you don’t stop, I’ll keep talking. But if you pause or come, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to hear the rest.”
Some part of me liked this twisted side of her, no matter how nervous it made me feel. If she could play this game so well, right out of the gate, what would come later?
“Anything you say,” I whispered as she moved over me until she straddled my face. I instantly knew what she meant, and I reached up both hands and opened my mouth. As I pushed my tongue inside her, she began to talk.
“Dinner was lovely, but I was so nervous, I couldn’t enjoy it. He flirted non-stop, and it felt so good to be wanted in public where anyone could see us. He rubbed my leg under the table and blatantly told me he wanted me. And that he was going to have me.
“Even before we left the restaurant, he followed me into the bathroom, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. Before I could say a word, he had two fingers inside me, and I was embarrassingly wet. He shoved them into my mouth between kisses, told me I was clearly ready to get fucked, and then turned around and walked out.
“I could barely walk to his car I was so turned on. But honey, don’t stop! That’s right, just there, keeping licking me. Fuck, your tongue feels good.”
I was drowning between her thighs, but it didn’t matter. Her words penetrated my very soul, and it was all I could do to stay focused on her pleasure. But I continued, eating her pussy like my life depended on it because, in some ways, it did.
“Anyway, I felt like a cat in heat when we got to his place. I had my dress off before we even sat down, and he laughed at me for being so eager. But he didn’t slow down much himself. He was on me within seconds, and when he pushed me to the floor and shoved his thick cock into my waiting mouth, I could feel his desire deep in my gut. And my god, he was not gentle. He fucked my throat, pulled my hair, and occasionally slapped my face as he used me.
“I took it as best as possible, but it was so different from how you and I make love that it didn’t feel real. I was just a horny wife he was going to fuck and forget about it, and that made it so much hotter. By the time he pulled me up again, I was begging, and he continued to tease me as he felt how wet I was.
“He bent me over the couch and told me naughty wives like me need to be punished. At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant, but when his hand came down on my ass, my whole body exploded in fire. I felt like a little girl as he spanked me again and again until my ass burned and my pussy was throbbing. I don’t know how long he hit me, but with each pause, he pushed fingers inside me until suddenly he didn’t. Suddenly, it wasn’t a finger but his thick, hard cock.
“He didn’t even have a condom on, but I no longer cared. I would have done anything for him to fuck me right then, and my god, did he fuck me, darling. Yes, right there, right where you’re licking me is where his huge cock was. His huge bare cock, don’t fucking stop.”
I was lost in her story and her pussy in equal amounts. And I could picture it all. As she knelt above me, I imagined him with us, sliding inside her as I licked her clit and listened to her moans of pleasure. I pictured him stretching her tight pussy around his beautiful cock, and tears began to stream down my face.
“I can’t believe how hard he fucked me and how many times. He moved me to my back and fucked me as he looked into my eyes and slapped me while he called me a filthy cheating slut. As he told me he knew I was desperate for it the second he saw me and how happy he was to give me what I desired.
“He made me suck his cock after each time he came to get hard again, and between his slaps, his hand around my throat, and his fingers digging into my skin, I came more times than I can remember.”
I wanted to stop and ask her my most burning question, but I didn’t dare. I needed to know, and I thought maybe I already did, but nothing made sense and nothing was clear.
Thankfully, she put me out of my misery without a thought.
“Can you taste it, darling? He must have come in me three times at least. And that’s just in my pussy. He told me married pussy looks so pretty when it’s dripping come, and I promised him I’d make you taste it all. Can you? Can you taste him, my love?”
All I could do was nod and moan my response as I licked every drop from her, still picture him fucking my wife again and again. Using her and taking her like I never have, and her loving every second of it.
As she started to come, it was all I could do to hold back.
“It was the best night of my life,” she moaned. “And he’s going to do it again. Next time I want you to watch though. Tomorrow maybe, or Sunday. He’s going to come here and fuck me in front of you so you can see my face when he’s inside me. So you can watch from there as he fucks your wife while you do nothing about it.”
“Fuck!” I cried out, imaging it in such vivid detail that it didn’t matter that I wasn’t touching my cock. I exploded over my stomach as my wife continued to come above me, and in those long moments of trembling release and sublime disaster, I felt love and terror course through me.
It was only when she rolled to one side and pulled me up to kiss her that I began to feel better. It was only when she touched my cheek, brushed my hair back, and pushed her tongue into my mouth that I returned.
“I love you so much, and tonight was so hot. The time with him, for sure, but I mean this part. Telling you everything as you ate my pussy. Knowing you still love me even though I let another man have me. Hearing you come just from picturing him fucking me while you watch. It was all so perfect, and I adore you beyond comprehension.”
“I love you too,” I said, kissing her forehead as I wondered how everything had changed so quickly. The fear and the jealousy were louder after I came, and my stomach was in knots as I wondered what it would be like to be there and to hear her and see her. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pictured it, but despite all my anxieties and my doubts, when I reached down, it was to find my cock harder than it had been in months.
And there was not a fucking thing I could do about it.