‘I did something bad tonight, honey.’ (Part 2) [MF]

*You can find the first part of my story here:* [*https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqhc92/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_1_mf/*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqhc92/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_1_mf/)

*Short summary: my fiancée was fingered by a stranger in a club and came home extremely horny. After eating her out, she confessed to me what had happened. I told her not to worry about it because somehow this whole situation was an incredible turn-on for me…*

After the incident at our local club, Marie tried her best to make it up to me, even though I assured her that it wasn’t necessary and that I wasn’t mad at her. It really started to feel like a kick-start our relationship had desperately needed. She was super attentive, brought me coffee first thing in the morning and insisted on preparing dinner several days in a row, although this task was typically left to me. I, on the other hand, tried my best to make her feel as comfortable as possible since I really wanted to let her know that everything was still the same between us and that there were no hard feelings.

Another side-effect of the incident was that our sex-life really took a turn for the better. It was like a long-lost spark had been lit and both of us were eager to see where our newfound sexual chemistry would lead us. Being the romantic I am, I put up candles all over our bedroom one night and dressed in a particularly revealing, very tight pair of briefs which I had purchased earlier this day and which I knew she would absolutely love. I was right because upon seeing me, a big smirk crossed her face and she started teasing me through the fabric while heavily making out with me. Another evening, she had put on some new sexy lingerie including a lacy garter belt and black stockings and was waiting for me, laying seductively on our dimly lit couch. After eating her out, I started fucking her missionary, admiring every part of her body and especially her sexy outfit.

But as I was looking at her, moaning gently with each of my thrusts and biting her lips as she enjoyed the thickness of my cock, a thought crossed my mind. It wasn’t the first time it had lingered there, rather it had been constantly nagging at me since the night of her confession. However, it was the first time this particular thought occurred to me while I was making love to her. Seeing the pure ecstasy in her eyes, I imagined how the stranger in that club must have seen her, feeling her up on that dancefloor. Had she given him the same look? How much had she enjoyed his hands rubbing her down there, even if only through the fabric of her tights?

I came almost immediately. Marie, not having finished yet, looked at me and smiled but I could see that she was trying to hide her disappointment. She whispered: ‘Bring me the black box from under our bed’ and naturally, I complied. She was still extremely horny, gently rubbing her clit using my cum as some form of lube while I retrieved her small black box from our bedroom. With a huge grin on her face, she took out a pink dildo and a vibrator, quickly handing me the ladder.

Intent on using the dildo on herself, she instructed me to take the vibrator and told me to gently press it on her clit. While I started to make small circling motions with the vibrator, she inserted the dildo, at first ever so slightly and then quickly picking up the pace. Before long, her pussy had devoured the whole thing and she was furiously fucking herself with the toy, moaning loudly with every thrust. It felt like she didn’t even acknowledge my presence at this point, fixated only on her dildo, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Seeing her like that was pure bliss. I loved every single moment, even though she didn’t even touch me! It was extremely hot to see how her fuck-toy was able to make her moan and grunt, how red and swollen her pussy lips were, the way she used my fresh cum as a lubricant for her dildo. She looked like she absolutely needed to cum, almost like she had looked that night after the stranger had felt her up in the club. For a brief moment I envisioned her in this very same position but instead of her dildo, there was a stranger between her legs, fucking her senseless while I was sitting beside her, rubbing her clit.

Marie opened her eyes to look at me and I knew that she was close. Still fucking herself vigorously with her toy, our eyes met and for some reason I just knew that in this very moment both of us shared the same thought about the stranger between her legs. Clutching my arm with her free hand, her body started trembling and with a satisfied grunt, she orgasmed on her dildo. She looked at me with a big satisfied smile while still trying to recover her breath. Her smile widened to a grin as she saw my raging hard-on and she didn’t even bother to ask whether I had liked her little show.

For the next two weekends, she stayed at home with me instead of joining her friends for another girl’s night out. I really enjoyed the additional time that we could spend together and I tried to make an effort to make our date-nights special. The first Friday, we ordered food from a fancy restaurant and watched her favorite movie. The second Friday, I spent several hours in the kitchen to make lasagna from scratch and even bought a stupidly expensive bottle of red wine for us to share. When she came home, I led her to our bathroom where I had prepared a bubble-bath and afterwards I gently massaged her feet because I knew how much they hurt after wearing high heels for an entire day at work.

Marie was more than appreciative. One day, she brought home a bouquet of flowers for me, another time she asked me to show her one of my favorite video games which we then played the entire evening. Overall, we had a lot of fun discovering new aspects about the other person and putting that much effort into our relationship definitely paid off.

In bed, we continued to fool around with some of her toys. She quickly took notice on how much I enjoyed seeing her play with her dildo and soon, she started teasing me with the idea. Sometimes I would come home only to find her in bed, dressed in lingerie and fucking herself with her toys. She would always have this huge satisfied grin on her face when I entered and she would ask me to rub her clit. Sometimes she would also give me a blowjob while fucking her dildo, clearly enjoying having two holes filled at the same time.

One evening, after finishing our dinner and sharing some glasses of wine, she got bolder. With a mischievous smirk on her face, she told me to wait in the living room until she would call for me and then disappeared in our bedroom. After a couple of minutes of silence, I heard faint noises coming out of the room. At first, it was quite unintelligible but soon I could distinctly hear her soft moans and the sound of our creaking bed. All of this become louder and louder until I couldn’t take it anymore. Curiosity became the better of me and I approached the door which was leaning against its frame.

Our bedroom was only dimly lit by some candles, so I opened the door a tiny bit to get a clearer view on what was going on. She laid on the bed pleasuring herself with what seemed like a new toy that was definitely bigger than her last dildo. She wore fancy white lingerie which I had never seen before and some hold-up stockings in a matching color. As soon as I opened the door a bit further still, she stopped in her tracks and said in a teasing voice: ‘I know that you’re here, honey.’

I stepped into the room and finally got a clear view of the scenery which to me was just breathtaking. She gave me a disappointed look and I felt my blood rush into my head. Not only was I embarrassed because I had not been able to wait until she had called for me, but also because I had been caught red-handed peeping on her while she was masturbating with what seemed to be her new favorite toy.

‘You wanted to see this, even though I told you to wait?’ she said seductively and pushed her dildo deep inside her. I nodded and blushed as she continued: ‘If that is what you want, honey… Come here and watch me take this cock. But since you were a naughty boy, only he is allowed to fuck me tonight. All you get to do is watch.’

I was hypnotized. My heart pumping and my hard-on raging in my pants, I joined her on our bed. I stripped naked and watched her as she started picking up the pace again with her new toy. Her whole body was shivering with every thrust and satisfied grunts left her mouth as she was fucking herself. Having come closer, I could now see that she had placed a small vibrator on her pussy which she was softly rubbing with her left hand while the other one was still occupied handling my replacement for the evening.

From time to time, she opened her eyes, looked directly at me and smirked as she saw that I was furiously stroking my cock. I could see that she was getting close while her entire body tensed up and finally she looked into my eyes and said in between thrusts: ‘How does it feel, honey? Knowing that only he gets to fuck my pussy tonight?’

‘Oh god’, I cried out loud and came right there and then, big spurts of cum leaving my pulsating cock. She kept fucking herself while still looking into my eyes and only seconds later her body started shaking uncontrollably as she came all over her new dildo. That was almost enough to push me over the edge again.

Breathing heavily, both of us collapsed onto the bed. She stopped her vibrator and put away her dildo. After a trip to the bathroom, we started cuddling and for a while none of us really said anything. She was gently caressing my hair and I smiled at her in heavenly bliss. The smell of sex lingered in the air and intermixed with the scent of her perfumed candles. As our eyes crossed, a satisfied smile spread across her lips. We didn’t speak another word that night as our shared silence was more confirmation than enough that both of us had immensely enjoyed what had just happened. Needless to say, me watching her take her new dildo quickly became a regular occurrence in our shared sex life.

The next week, she told me that on Friday she would at last be going out with her friends from college again. I could feel that she needed to get back into her social life that she had basically neglected for almost a month now after the incident in the club. There was enough mutual trust in our relationship that I believed her without a doubt that nothing like the last time would ever happen again.

Both of us were pretty stressed out from the week on Friday and as I was turning on my PS4 and pouring myself a glass of wine, I watched Marie get ready for her night out with the girls. For at least half an hour, she stood butt naked in front of the mirror in our bathroom to apply some sophisticated makeup. After that, a mischievous smirk spread across her face and she disappeared into our bedroom. Shortly after she came back, still naked but carrying the clothes she had selected for this evening. First, she put on a lacy bra, then she held up a pair of black pantyhose. With her smirk widening to a naughty grin, she put them on… without any panties!

She slipped into her velvet blue dress and fastened the zipper, then she came closer to me. I could smell her sexy cologne as she was standing directly in front of me, only inches away. Confidently, she started rubbing the hard-on that was building inside my pants. She guided my hand to her crotch and I started rubbing her pussy through the silky fabric of her tights. After letting out a swift moan, she removed my hand and bit her lips playfully. I swear, I could have cum from that look on her face alone! The whole situation was making me unbelievably horny and she knew it. While still gently rubbing my throbbing cock, she whispered into my ear: ‘I hope that you’re still awake when I come home. How else will you know if my tights haven’t been torn again?’

My whole body started shivering as she let go of my cock that was already about to explode. The way she was teasing me was pure bliss and she knew that I was enjoying every second of it. And so was she, apparently. It was our shared fantasy, our naughty little secret. That’s all that it was, right? A fantasy…

My mind was racing in the best way possible as she slipped into her high heels and left our apartment. Occupied with the thoughts of what might or might not happen while she was out, all I could do now was wait until she got home. Nervously, I drank my wine and tried my best to take my mind off of her, but it was nearly impossible. Yet again I was shocked where my thoughts went as I started to slowly stroke my dick. Of course she would never betray my trust, especially after what had happened. But could it be that secretly… I wanted it to happen again?

… to be continued.

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