Wife Discovers Her Wild Side

I am on my own with the kids for four days. It's not too bad. I keep busy doing some yard work and laundry and cooking. I take the kids to McDonald's one night and out for ice cream another. On the third day, you text that you have the evening free after a staff dinner. I'm going to make it through. This is cake.
I text when I think dinner is over. There's no response. I try to connect for Facetime and it just rings. I figure the server or kitchen is slow and give it another hour.
"Are the kids asleep?"
"Yes."
"I did it."
"Did what," I ask. But I already know. My heart starts racing. My cock starts to stiffen.
"I slept with another man."
"Can I call?"
"I'm about to step in the shower, then I'll get dressed and leave. He's lying in the bed."
"Details?"
"Please?"
But there's no response. I get off of the sofa and start pacing the house, typing and deleting message after message. My cock is straining against the thin fabric of my gym shorts, lifting them as I grow harder.
I can't take it. I put the phone down on the counter and pour a glass of water. I drink the whole thing. I pace again.
A ding.
I pick up my phone.
"Give me five minutes," the text reads. I am putting the phone down when it dings again. An image file. I open it.
"I don't know what came over me. But this is why I needed a shower."
The picture is my wife, standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Her hair styled, but recent sex was obvious. It looks full of life and bounce. A hand on one hip, hips tilted to one side, the phone in her hand, a smile on her face. Cum running down her leg.
I almost come in my pants just then. We hadn't had sex in over a week. I want her body and her soul and everything, and I want it badly.
I don't know what came over her either, but on the other hand, I know what came over her. I don't know who, though. A colleague? Unlikely. An attendee, possibly? A stranger she met at the restaurant bar?
"Who was it," I respond.
There's no response. Seconds go by and days seem to pass. I have a thousand questions. Did she like it? Was he good to her? Did she cum? And of course, the biggest one. Was he bigger than me?
Did they use a condom? Oh wait, I saw what I saw. What the fuck?
My phone rings.
"Hey," I say, trying to sound calm. My heart is thumping.
"Hey."
"Are you OK?"
I say that because, bahis siteleri most importantly, I want to make sure she is.
"Yeah."
She says it cautiously, as if trying to feel me out.
"Are you?"
"Me? I think so. I am... I am. I just have so many questions."
"I'm walking out to a cab. Can I call you when I get back to my hotel?"
"OK."
"I'll send you a video. Maybe it'll answer some of your questions. But I'm OK. Trust me."
"I do. How'd you get a video"
"You'll see. I'll call soon."
"Please."
I stare at my messages. Waiting. Waiting. Oh, here is comes. I sit down on the floor, my back against a kitchen cabinet and tap the play button. I turn on the sound. Processing.
The room comes into view. It's well-lit. It's not her room for sure, because it's luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows, all along the bedroom.
"Can I put my purse on the dresser?"
"Yes," a man's voice says.
The phone seems propped against the purse. That's my guess. She stands in front of the phone and removes her shawl and drapes it around the phone. I can still see her. She must have camouflaged the phone to keep him from seeing it.
He's on the bed, unknoting his tie. He's handsome, so I get it. Well-groomed, dressed, and a nice smile. The hair hurts me the most I think. It's so full and well-styled.
She moves toward him and reaches behind her back, sliding the zipper of her black dress down slowly for my benefit, not his, because I see her back, the top of her black lace panties as her hand goes lower. I know that pair well.
Her dress drops to the floor. She puts her hands on his knees, pushing his legs apart and kneels between them. She looks up at him as her hands fumble with his belt and his pants, until he is free.
She looks down and her eyes pop, her mouth drops, but she regains her composure and I see her hand grip his cock. Our wedding ring is visible. Wait... that means that he knows she is married. Just on cue, he speaks.
"Bigger than you're used to?"
She doesn't speak but looks up shyly into his eyes and nods enthusiastically. She smiles. It stings. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall off of her shoulders. She slides her panties down, stepping out of them.
This has been my biggest sexual fantasy for years. It's coming to life on my phone, right in front of me. My wife was with another man. I didn't know it would feel like this though. canlı bahis siteleri Yes, my cock is rock hard and my balls want to burst, and I want to get on a plane, find her, and take her back as mine. But I also feel anxious, nervous, and if I'm honest with myself, scared to lose her.
She unbuttons his dress shirt, making sure to brush his cock with her breasts as she does it, then sliding his shirt off of his shoulders.
She takes him in her mouth and he leans back on his elbows. His arms are thicker than mine. Everything is thicker than mine...
I'm not worried. It's not about size. My mind goes to article after article. I've read a lot on the subject of size and it turns out that women don't necessarily care about length of a man's cock, as much as other things. Abs. Confidence. A skilled tongue. Oh, and a thick cock seems to make a difference.
She moans as she sucks him off, seeming to play a part that she doesn't typically play with me. She's enjoying a blowjob?
With great speed, he sits up and grabs her under the arms, lifting and tossing her to the bed behind him in one motion. She laughs but stops once his hand covers her mouth. The other goes between her legs. I can hear the labored breath of her nostrils against his hand.
"Mmph mph," she says.
"What's that?"
He lifts his hand away.
"Fuck me."
"Not yet."
"Please."
He shakes his head and lowers it to her stomach. His lips move lower, kissing the inside of her thigh, before landing on her pussy. She arches her back as his lips make sucking noises. Her hands run through his hair, pulling his head closer against her. She's rubbing herself against his face. Her fingers spasm, shooting straight out on both hands. Her legs wrap tightly around his head, her ankles cross. She's squeezing her, her thighs against his cheeks. Her stomach rolls and rolls like waves of an ocean, until the storm subsides. Her cheeks glow bright red. Her breathing is slow and strong. Her body weak. Her legs and arms drop.
"Did you like that," he asks. He leans up on his arms and smiles. He's waiting for an answer.
She lifts her head, cheeks reddened, forehead glistening, and she nods. Exhales.
"Yes."
"Good."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
He straddles her hips and she bumps him closer to her chest with one knee. His cock is hard, traversing the distance between her breasts and her lips. canlı bahis She swirls her tongue around the tip and he moans. Her eyes look closed, or focused in front of her. She kisses it slowly, deliberately.
"Do you have a condom?"
He shakes his head.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?"
There's a slow nod, almost like disappointment. He wants to have full on sex with her. I can tell. Doesn't he realize how good he has it? She never let me come in her mouth. Her gag reflex is too strong. I'd love to have this opportunity.
She starts sucking his cock, stroking him with both hands. His hands go to her breasts. He cups them and squeezes and teases her nipples. She speeds up and moves to one hand while with the other, she starts touching herself. She's moaning now. Her hips are moving up toward his body.
"Nevermind. Fuck me."
"What?"
He seems confused by the request. I am too.
"I want you to fuck me hard, right now. Take my pussy."
He slides down and doesn't think again. He pushes into her and she gasps, not used to his cock. Her hands are on his hips, slowly easing him toward his first thrust.
"Slow. I'm getting used to you."
He's up on his arms. Her hands run up and down them, over his chest, and down to where his cock starts. She grips it and let's out a satisfied "mmm..." before her hands go to his hips again. She wraps her legs around him and looks down between her thighs. She smiles as she watches his cock move in and out of her. It starts to glisten and she tells him to go harder and faster.
Having come just moments ago, she is much closer and shortly after he starts pounding her, her stomach starts to vibrate. She clenches her whole body and her knees suddenly are between them. She squirms toward the camera, her legs close together as she orgasms again.
He keeps going. I see her come on his cock. She's out of breath but manages a few words.
"Give me your come."
"I'm close."
"Give it to me. Fill my pussy."
She reaches a hand over her hip, as she lies on her side, and spreads her legs. She jerks his cock as he's fucking her until he stops and a deep noise comes from him and he groans. She keeps going as he comes. Her pussy is red and swollen and as he pulls out, it tries to close up, but come spills out. She stands and runs to the bathroom.
The phone rings and I answer.
"Did you masturbate to it?"
"Not yet."
"I want you to."
"I will. Are you ok?"
"Yes. I am."
"I never knew you could do those kinds of things."
"Neither did I."
"Would you do it again?"
"Can you come up tomorrow? You'll see if I can."