My wi[F]e fucked another [m]an last night…

It started like any normal evening; home from work, changed into something more comfortable, snacks and a cuppa on the couch to chat about the day. But tonight was not like any ordinary evening, and we both knew that. Every time my eyes caught hers she giggled nervously and averted her gaze in a gorgeously playful, feigned embarrassment. I asked “are you looking forward to tonight?”, she gave me a pained groan that was most certainly twinged with a hint of nervous excitement.”Stop reminding me about it” she said, to which I just grinned. We both knew this wouldn’t be the last time I reminded her about it before the event. I understood her predicament as I’d been there. Being married for so long, you have the luxury of getting lazy with your game. Where once you would have had some charming, witty pickup line and a whole swag of lead-ons and zingers, you get rusty from years of knowing you can just tell the other to strip off and present themselves for sex. Now she was going to have to work for it, and do it solo with an internet stranger!

He is a married man. So the lead up to this meet was slightly lackluster due to his infrequent appearances online. However, with that behind us and tonight rapidly ticking towards D-day (yes, you know what the “D” stands for) the excitement, for me at least, was setting in. We had spoken to each other as we made our ways home and chatted about what it was that turned me on about doing this? Strangely, the truth is, I am not entirely sure. I feel like society would have you believe that in order to find pleasure in another man fucking your wife, you must be sick in the mind or broken in some way. I can’t honestly say that is the case for me. It wasn’t some kind of ‘cuck’ experience for me, or some kind of desire to see her degraded, it was just the thrill of sharing a fucking stunning little slut with a man not getting enough sex at home. I trust her with not a single shadow of a doubt, she trusts me and we are just two sexually charged individuals at heart who enjoy doing whatever it takes to see the other one turned on. We have a ridiculously healthy sex life. To me this is just another form of sexual expression manifesting in the form of a Wednesday evening hotwifing experience. And why not? One day, we will be old and immobile with nothing to do asides await the cold touch of death, so as far as I am concerned, I see this as a way to pay it forward to old, decrepit me in my rocking chair! I’ll be the creep with the permanent boner in the nursing home, for sure!

Anyway, I digress… We had discussed this many times now. She showed a most honest concern for my welfare above all else which I appreciated. Trust is the heart of this kind of arrangement, and if I’m honest, the trust required is a big part of the turn on. We knew there was no bad time to say ‘I feel bad and want this to stop’. We were comfortable and prepared emotionally. I wished I could break through her natural nervous anxiety to help her feel the throes of lust wash over her body rather than the acute awkwardness of nerves, but I also knew that as soon as she set foot in the door of his place, that would all evaporate in a heartbeat. And worst case, there was always alcohol…

So I probed her again. I said “you look so fucking gorgeous”, knowing I couldn’t have my way with her until he was finished was getting me worked up. She was now naked on the couch, having returned from the shower and could see me eyeing her stunning, lasered pussy as she sat with her legs slightly parted. “Stop thinking about me sexually” she demanded in a futile attempt to stop me leering at her gorgeous body. She was smooth all over, her pale skin was radiant and her petite little body was doing my head in as I stared. I was going to have to wait my turn, because this hot wife was all clean, smooth and manicured ready for her hot sex date with another husband! 

‘Dinggg” her phone vibrated with a message from Kik… She suddenly went into a frenzy of adorable panic, she decided she would ‘never look at her phone again’, or that she was ‘going to die’. She tried to make excuses, but ultimately, the lust won over. She checked her phone. 8:00pm was the time it was to be! D-Day approached!

The next few hours were passed with dinner and her getting ready. She wore a summery green dress that was flowy and suited her porcelain complexion. Under this was her new black lingerie bought for this very experience. Being the good husband I am, I trimmed the tags off the bra and thong before helping her put them both on. The thong was lacy, but with two straps connecting the front to the back. She pulled it over her soft and amazing butt cheeks and I was starting to feel pre-cum building… It was going to be a long night! I helped her into the bra, which was a partially see through number that completed the look and screamed “take me”… Again, against every urge in my body, I resisted. My time would come.

She stood there in her lingerie and I couldn’t stop thinking about just how painfully in love with this girl I am! And then, time was up…

We walked out the door together and I thought about how I would be returning alone. To enjoy the thrill of all that my imagination would conjour. We drove to the neighbouring suburb where he lived, she tried in vein to make me turn around and take her home, but it was too late now. I was delivering her like a high class escort to a hot married man and soon, she would be on her knees in front of him working his big thick cock, and she would be laid down on a bed, having her perfect, tight pussy eaten out and fingered before the main event, and I fucking loved the very thought of it!

I spanked her on the ass as she got out of the car and hurried home, now very hard I had the challenge of not cumming before she returned.

To start with, I tried to kill time. Empty the dishwasher, clean up dinner, make myself a drink and do some internetting, but soon I found myself wondering what they were doing right now…

This is the thrill of sending your wife out into the night with a stranger. It’s the ride your imagination takes you on!

I imagined him ushering her in, introducing the dog, her patting the dog nervously and him taking in her stunning little body. Then imagining them sitting down on the couch together as they chatted about whatever came up. He soon offers her a drink and they continue to talk, eventually his hand wanders to her thigh and draws circles up and down her leg, but nothing more to start. At some point, he starts expanding the range his hands would wander, and with enough drinks either he or she would lean in and kiss the other… 

From here I imagined he would move his hands up and start caressing her pussy, gently but with a firmness that would drive her wild. Her nerves would start turning from nerves into raging lust at some point, and that’s when things would get very hot. Her clothes would be coming off and she’d be down to her sexy lingerie which would make his cock start to bulge through his jeans. After moving her underwear aside and fingering her for some time, he would start stripping her down to nothing. She would get down and unbuckle his jeans and pull out his cock (she knows how wild that drives a guy). There she would not hesitate to start putting her mouth and throat to good use. It had been a few days for us holding out so she was in prime condition and ready to be used. He would not resist her taking his now very erect cock in her mouth and she would go to work, thrusting as she sucked, moving between her taking control and him taking away her control and pushing it down her throat.

And that’s when the first text came… It simply read “check your Whatsapp”…

I was already wet with precum but opening the first video nearly made me cum in an instant. There was my fucking stunning wife, on her knees, with another mans cock pushing down her throat… I watched it again, this time realising I had the sound on mute… As I turned the volume up her gagging faded in and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

This is where reality kicks in. Not in a bad way, just the painful awareness that I am as hard as a rock at home alone and getting the almighty tease of a lifetime by the woman I love to death, who is at another mans house sucking his dick and him enjoying all her incredibly sweet body had to offer! I was torn between which of them in the videos I wanted to imagine myself being.. The guy being blown by her, fucking her beautiful pussy, or her, being dominated by a big cock forced down my throat! It was all too much!! I watched the videos on repeat a number of times. I was now considering a bucket for the precum I was dripping. I started to jerk off lightly but knew I needed distraction. I went and made a whisky and thought about a shower… When he was done, it was my turn next. Best to be clean and tidy! I texted her to send me a money shot, but sadly he had cum inside her already. I replied “i’ll have to take care of that then” and again, felt so close to cumming I could have almost done so with no hands! I asked if they were going to go again, partially to see if I could come pick her up and fuck her already, and partially because I wanted to prolong my own torture (maybe I am sick in the mind?). I took a shower and cleaned up some of the mess. I tasted my precum as it was basically gushing at this point and I was trying to dry it up so I didn’t have to live in a wet patch for the whole evening. It was sweet. Her reply took what felt like forever. In the gap, I imagined them going again, this time him getting his second wind and really going to town on her delicate pussy. I hoped he would take some time to go down on her, show her a good time also, but knowing how horny he was, it may have been all over and done before she was comfortable with him trying to make her cum too. 

They were done. She texted to be collected. My turn was next…..

Thanks for reading! This is my first post here. I know I’m not the best writer and it’s really hard to describe myself accurately, but let me know if you enjoyed this and I’ll post again!

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