I did something bad tonight, honey.’ (Part 4) [MF]

*You can find the third part of my story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/grmlma/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_3_mf/*

*Short summary: after getting fingered by a stranger in a club, my fiancée was slowly introducing the idea of me watching her take another man’s cock. Finally she had gotten me to confess that I wanted her to go out and get fingered by a stranger again…*

As the big day was getting closer, Marie started to visibly get more nervous. She would ask me several times a day whether I was sure about our little plan and telling me to just say a word to her if I would change my mind – even last minute. I tried my best to calm her down and tell her that she should just go for it like we had talked about. In a way it was really hot that she wanted me to confirm it over and over again. It was almost like handing her to an unknown stranger, bit by bit, question by question.

The day before she went out, we sat down with a nice glass of wine and thought about what boundaries we would set for ourselves. I realized that I really had not thought any of this through but she had apparently already put in a lot of effort planning this out in her head. It seemed like she had known that I wouldn’t be able to resist her request because she had clearly gathered all sorts of advice online on what to take into consideration.

Over a shared bottle of wine on Thursday, she emphasized how important it was to her that both of us were comfortable with the situation at all times. She suggested to use a safeword that either of us could communicate at any time both vocally or via text to call this whole thing off. She even had a small note prepared for me where it was written very clearly: ‘Cheesecake’. A small winky face was drawn underneath as if to tease me even further. After handing me the note, she went on to explain that I was not allowed to talk to any of my friends about this as this would be only our naughty little secret. As if I had planned to tell anyone: ‘By the way, Marie likes to go out and get fingered by strangers and I am not only totally okay with this but actively encouraging it.’

After laying out her plans in more detail, she smiled at me and added: ‘There is just one more thing, honey. Regardless of whether I actually find someone to feel me up, I will come home extremely horny. And I will definitely need you then… not only you but your cum. I want you to cum where he touched me.’

I looked at her in confusion. Was there ever really any question about this? I answered: ‘Of course you will get my cum. Wherever you want it.’

Her smile evolved into a big smirk as she got closer and almost whispered into my ear: ‘No, you don’t understand, honey. I know that you have been playing with yourself while I was out the last weeks. But tomorrow I will need your cum… all of it.’

Finally I started to understand where she was getting at. ‘You… you can’t be serious’ I replied in shock. ‘You know how horny I will be. I don’t know if I am able to do this.’

She gave me a disapproving look and I sensed that she was being really serious now. ‘Honey’ she said matter-of-factly, ‘This is important to me. You can touch yourself if you want to. But you can’t cum until I’m home. Will you do this for me?’ Her face started to lighten up again and she was now stroking the bulge that had started to build in my pants. ‘I’m really not asking for much here… just promise you will do this for me and you will see that it will be worth the wait. I will make it worth the wait, honey.’

I must admit that I was uncertain about this part but she seemed absolutely fixated on this idea. She was looking at me seductively and I started envisioning her coming home tomorrow. I thought about how hot it would be to take her after a stranger had his way with her, how I would reclaim her pussy. If she really wanted me to not masturbate while she was out, this seemed like a small price to pay. And if she really had something very special in mind, a little reward for my patience… I reluctantly agreed to her terms and saw her biting her lip looking like she was ready to devour me right this instant. Looking at her eying me like that, still rubbing my cock, I knew that I had made the right decision. That really any decision that would make her look at me like that just had to be the right decision.

And really, how hard could it be to not cum until she got home? Oh, what a fool I was…

Friday night had finally come and I poured myself a glass of wine while watching her get ready for her night out. The plan was for her to start partying with her friends from college and then at around 1 a.m. to recuse herself and leave for another club. We already had one in mind that she could go to where it was usually dark and crowded with college students. There, she would find herself someone to feel her up and if possible to finger her there on the spot. She had my permission to take him somewhere else but she couldn’t go any further than being touched. After that she would directly come home to me and let me continue what he couldn’t have.

I watched her apply her makeup and put on her lipstick. Then she searched for a really sexy lacy bra and put on a brand-new pair of extremely thin black pantyhose… again without any panties as she had already done the last few weeks. She picked out a very revealing black dress and asked me to fasten the zipper to which I happily obliged. Seeing her like that was getting me nervous about the evening in the best way possible. Her breasts were clearly visible through her deep neckline and the dress was definitely… short. I had absolutely no doubt that a lot of men would be hitting on her looking like that. I definitely would.

She slowly took my hand and guided me between her legs where I could feel her freshly-shaven pussy outlined through her tights. Pulling me closer and moaning slightly, she whispered into my ear: ‘When I come home, it will be torn…’

I got extremely hard and smiled at her blissfully, breathing in her perfect scent and taking a good long look at her. She took a seat on the couch and said in an almost commanding tone: ‘Bring me my red high heels.’

Confused, I went to our cupboard and started searching for the shoes she was looking for. As I took them out, I realized that I had last seen them more than four years ago when we were still dating. She had worn them to some of our first dates but then I had never seen them again for some reason.

I brought her the shoes, but she just looked at me sternly and said: ‘Now put them onto my feet!’ Surprised, I got down on my knees in front of her and lifted up her left foot to help her get into her high heel. I was absolutely loving the way she took control of the situation, bossing me around like that. After I had put on the first shoe, I started to tenderly kiss her leg, my lips touching the silky fabric of the pantyhose. She let out an inaudible moan and looked at me intensely before she said: ‘Put on the other shoe, honey. I want you to get me ready in my slutty little outfit so a complete stranger can have his way with me… all while you are here, waiting for me, not even allowed to cum.’

I blushed and helped her into the other high heel. It was such an incredibly powerful move from her, forcing me to get her ready for another man like that… I was completely stunned, all I could do was smile at her. Before leaving for her night out, she went into our bedroom for one last time and came back with a small wrapped gift. ‘I know that you liked it, so I kept it… just something to keep you busy, honey’ she said. Then she added a soft ‘I love you’, kissed me on the cheek and left.

My mind racing, I sank down on the couch and started opening my gift. It was wrapped in red paper and even had a small ribbon on top. She had written a small message with a sharpie on the present: ‘Remember, honey: don’t cum until I’m back’. Carefully, I put my hand inside and felt something silky. I pulled it out and saw that it was a pair of nude pantyhose. No, not just any pair… I could distinctly feel the tear on its right upper leg. It was the pair of pantyhose that she had worn the first night she got fingered!

I was immediately hard as a rock. Just looking at that thing, feeling it in my hand, knowing that tonight she would bring me home a similar pair but this time she would have done the deed. It was heaven and hell at once. A flash of jealousy overcame me and then all I could think about was how she was out there tonight, giving herself to another man… and that I had given her the permission to do it.

Before I even knew it, I was stroking my dick. Somewhere deep inside my head I knew that I had promised her not to do this, but she must have known that giving me this would trigger something… It was torture. I started smelling her pantyhose, touching the tear in its fabric, thinking about her fucking herself furiously with her large dildo. Then my thoughts became even dirtier and I started picturing her getting fucked by a stranger on our couch, right here in front of my eyes. How she would open her legs for him, let him inside her pussy, taking his pounding while I watched. I wrapped the pantyhose around my throbbing dick and started masturbating using the hole that stranger had torn, the silky feeling of her tights all around my cock. And before I even really knew what was happening I already erupted a big, creamy load into her pantyhose, my cock twitching with every spurt of cum.

For a while I just laid there, not able to form a clear thought. At some point my phone started vibrating, putting me out of my trance. It was a message from Marie: ‘Here at the club now with the girls. Hope you liked your little gift? ?‘

Embarrassed, I looked at the pantyhose in my hand. There was no way in hell I was able to wash this out. Maybe I could throw it away, but she would ask where it was… There was no getting out of this. I had messed up and she would definitely know. For the moment, I brushed away the thoughts since there was nothing I could do about this now anyway.

For the most part of the evening, I was mindlessly watching TV or attempting to play a bit on my PS4, but really I was only waiting for her texts and regularly checking her Instagram account. There were some pictures of her with her friends, drinks in their hands. Someone I didn’t know even commented on her revealing outfits on one of the posts which already got me hard again. It felt like an eternity until the clock was showing 1 a.m. and my heart started beating faster and faster. A few minutes later I got a message from her: ‘Off to the second club now ?. Hoping you’re having a good time at home??? ??’

I just texted her back: ‘Love you. Go be naughty for me ?’

Then I got one last picture of her waiting outside of the second club, smirking and putting some emphasis on the very visible outline of her breasts again. It was really happening now. My mind started racing again and conflicting emotions started to arise. On the one hand, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life before. On the other hand, a nagging feeling of jealousy swept through my body. Was this really what I wanted? There would be no turning back after this…

I shortly thought about our safeword and that there might still be time to use it. But did I want to use it? Just picturing her on that dancefloor… God, I needed to cum so badly. I couldn’t think clearly, I was just a horny mess, my whole body shivering and my dick already leaking pre-cum. But I also couldn’t masturbate. I had already done it this evening and I would have to live with the consequences of that mistake, but doing it a second time? She would never let me hear the end of it…

So I decided to stay put. I poured myself another big glass of wine while watching porn where a girl was pounded by a big cock while her boyfriend sat in the corner and watched, rubbing his dick as she came for her lover. Looking at my throbbing dick, I realized that this was what I craved… being that man in the corner, watching my fiancée get stretched by a big dick, cumming on a stranger’s cock.

My phone started vibrating again and I saw that Marie had sent me another message: ‘In the lady’s room now. Think I found the guy. Text you later ?’

My heart was racing, my hands were shaking and my cock was leaking pre-cum. I stared at the message at least a hundred times and slowly started stroking my dick. As soon as I could feel that I was about to cum, I stopped myself which at this point was extremely difficult to be perfectly honest.

About twenty minutes later I got the next message: ‘On my way home now ?? ’ She had attached a small video which I immediately clicked on. It was very dark and the background noises were exceptionally loud but there were a few things I could make out. First of all, she was not the one filming this. I could clearly see her entire body in some of the frames. Second of all, she was definitely still in the club while this video was taken. I could see the silhouette of a guy’s hand that definitely belonged to the person filming. It slowly reached out for her thigh and I could see that he was touching her there. Then the video cut off.

I almost exploded. We had talked beforehand about whether she would be able to produce a video but both of us thought it was unlikely that someone would be willing to film this. Apparently we had been wrong. Or she had been persistent. She could sometimes be that way.

It wasn’t long after I got the message that I heard her keys rustling from outside our apartment door. I was overwhelmed by emotions and most of all I needed to cum. So. Badly. She came around the corner and I could already see that she had not held back. Taking off her heels, she revealed her pantyhose to me which were completely ripped open on her right thigh. Her legs were trembling and again she had this look on her face that told me that she also absolutely needed to cum.

She approached me and flashed me the biggest grin ever while saying: ‘I hope you got my video, honey. I hope that you saw how naughty your dirty little fiancée was tonight.’ As she was standing there in front of me, her slutty outfit and torn pantyhose outlined against the dim light in our apartment, it all somehow got very real to me. Even though I had seen the clip she had sent me, seeing her in person was really something else…

She wasted no time and pushed me down on the couch, straddling my face. The last time she had done this, I had licked her tights but this time, there was just a gigantic hole there and her pussy was easily accessible to me. I immediately started licking, sucking her juices, breathing in her natural scent. She was already very wet and her clit was swollen. I could distinctly smell something down there that definitely wasn’t her but couldn’t really pin it down. Maybe it was some male cologne.

As I was furiously licking her, I could feel her silky legs pressing against my face. She was moaning like crazy and dirty-talking at the same time. ‘Can you taste him, honey? He put his fingers deep into my cheating little cunt…’ ‘He made me orgasm… right there, on the dancefloor.’ ‘I could feel his cock through his pants, honey. He was PACKED.’

I felt that I was getting close and so was she. So she kept teasing me more and more while I was still pleasing her with my tongue, squirming underneath her. ‘I got his number, honey. Oh god… I wanted him to fuck me so badly with that big fat cock of his. Do you want me to call him? Get him to come over here to finish what he started? He can push me down on this couch and fuck me hard with that fat cock while all you get to do is watch…’

Without even touching it, my dick started to explode and I came on the spot. I just continued to lick her and soon she also came, her legs trembling and her whole body shaking. She was grunting heavily and saying incoherent things, or maybe I just couldn’t hear her because her legs were still pressed against my face.

After cooling down for a bit and recatching our breath, she looked at me with, disappointment in her eyes. ‘I saw the mess you made in my pantyhose’, she said softly. I blushed and tried to stammer some excuses but she was having none of it: ‘Don’t try to deny it. You will get your punishment for that, trust me.’ I nodded in embarrassment and she continued: ‘Now get me my dildo. I know that watching me take it will make you hard again. I need your dick tonight. But don’t you think even for one second that I will forget your punishment, honey.’

I watched her take a pounding from her fake-cock and as she had anticipated, I immediately got hard again, especially with her teases about what had happened today, that I had allowed it to happen, how I had wanted her to do this and how she would take the stranger’s cock in front of me soon. As I finally entered her pussy, she was already pretty stretched out and felt extremely wet. Making love to her like that was absolutely wonderful and from this point onward, none of us really said anything anymore. We were lost in this moment together, our bodies intertwined and I could just feel that we were sharing the same dirty thoughts as we made love…

… to be continued.

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