[Cheating][MF] A cheating wife, a crappy friend, and a shriveled dick

After you read my first 2 stories [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j4geua/mario_kart_fun_leads_to_adult_fun_mfmf/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jifwjz/hot_tubs_and_hornballs_or_how_a_spontaneous_wife/), then you can move onto this one. I will start by throwing in some back story for those of you who appreciate knowing how we actually got here in the first place. For those of you with zero patience and are looking for the smut, just head for the ****. If the timeline of email evidence gets confusing, I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since this happened, and things are a little fuzzy.

This is where it all went wrong.

This is exactly why, if you decide to try things like swinging, swapping, or any other activity that involves someone other than your significant other, you should talk about your expectations, limits, and anything else that might affect your relationship. Some of the story here is from my point of view, but there are other parts when I was obviously not present, and I will be passing along what my wife told me. I don’t believe she omitted much when I asked her about it.

It had been over a year since the hot tub adventure. I had taken a job in the same city that our friends Jim and Ann lived in, and my wife Kate and I decided to move. We bought a house about a mile from Jim and Ann, which dramatically shortened my daily commute to and from work, and since we lived less than a mile from Jim and Ann, we saw them even more frequently than we had in the past.

We were back to a pretty normal relationship with them. No more group sex or swapping partners. There were still plenty of suggestive comments and innuendo in our chat, but it was in good fun, and nobody was upset by it. Jim and Ann were trying to have their first child, and after a few months of trying (and some bragging by Jim on how often he was getting laid) they announced Ann was pregnant.

It was shortly after Ann got pregnant, that Jim got laid off from his job. Ann was working full time, and after a little searching, Jim found a part time job that had him mostly working weekends. I was working full time, and Kate was working 2 or 3 days a week as well. I tell you this because the days that both Ann and I were both gone from 8-5, and the other 2 were at home is where the problems began.

Being a horny guy in my late 20’s, I had taken some nude pics of Kate. Nothing overly freaky, just some fun snaps as she was getting out of the shower, or when she was putting on pajamas and getting ready for bed. This isn’t her, but it is a pretty good match to her body type at the time. Brown hair, and brown eyes, and barely 5 foot tall, nipples and areola smaller than what you see here. [https://i.redd.it/4a7n2gz5uwm51.jpg](https://i.redd.it/4a7n2gz5uwm51.jpg)

I had sent Kate an email that had the pic of her fresh out of the shower (this was before you could text a pic), towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else. At this point time, there was a guy that Kate had met in an AOL chat room (yes we are that old), and they had remained pen pals for several years. He was in a pretty sexless marriage, and occasionally Kate would send him a nude to keep his spank bank fresh. I was aware of the situation, and as he was 1000+ miles away, and we had talked about it any time she was going to send him a pic, I didn’t have an issue with it.

What I didn’t know was that Kate had also sent the shower pic to Jim. I found out later that Ann had pretty much shut off any access to her body to Jim after she got pregnant. I know some women get massively horny when they get knocked up, but not Ann. She was the complete opposite. Jim went from getting laid several times a week, to getting laid once every few months…if he was lucky. He apparently decided that since he couldn’t get anything from his wife, he would reach out to Kate and see what might happen. Jim begged and begged Kate for something to get him through his extensive dry spell.

I knew Kates email password, and it was not unusual for me to check on what she had been sending to the pen pal. I was going through her sent items one day and noticed that Jim had started making suggestive comments to Kate about a month into his wife’s pregnancy. I am going to assume since we had swapped wives in the hot tub one night, he felt it was ok to start propositioning her without my knowledge. It wasn’t outright requests for sex, but more along the lines of things he would like to do to her.

“I want to hear you moan my name.” “I want to taste you.” “I’m thinking of being deep inside you”

Things like this peppered my wife’s email for several weeks. For the most part, she ignored it, or simply replied that she was sorry for his predicament, and hoped that he could find time to take things into his own hands.

Eventually the emails took a slight turn:

“Will you send me a nude, so I have something to look at? Ann is always hiding herself from me lately.”

Kate asked, “Have you talked with her about this? If she doesn’t want to have sex, will she at least get naked so you can look at her while you jack off?” My wonderful wife…trying to be helpful to him without getting involved.

“She hates the way she looks, and won’t show me anything. The next time I will get to see her pussy is when a baby is coming out if it.”

According to the emails, this sort of thing went on for a couple weeks until Kate finally caved in, and sent him the shower pic. This was plainly a bad idea. Jim now had his foot in the door and was begging daily for more.

“Please can you help me take care of this? Jacking off just isn’t the same. I need the real thing.”

This is the point when the emails started getting deleted and I got the stories from my wife. The only reason I discovered the cheating was because there was one email in her trash that she didn’t completely delete. It was a reply from Jim saying he couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning.

****

I will tell the story as my wife told it to me.

Kate finally gave in and told Jim to come over to our house around 10am. Then both Ann and I would be at work. Even though he lived less than a mile away, he drove over and left his car sitting outside my house for my neighbors to observe. (I would like to take a moment to sarcastically thank my neighbors for not saying a word to me when a strange man walks into my house at 10am on a weekday, and openly starts sexually assaulting my wife where anyone can see.)

Per Jim’s request, my wife met him at the door wearing only a bathrobe. He walked in and promptly starts grabbing her tits and kissing her before the door had even closed. She pried him off long enough to tell him to let her close the door. Apparently he was ready to go for it right there on the floor. Desperation makes a man do insane things.

“We are going to the bedroom”, Kate told Jim.

“OK”

On the way down the hall, he began to shed clothing, so by the time he got to the bedroom door, he was naked, and sporting a rock hard erection. Kate followed behind picking up his clothes after him.

“Look, if we are doing this, we need to be discrete.” Kate informed him. “If OP randomly decides to come home for some reason, do you want him to find a trail of men’s clothes that aren’t his leading to the bedroom?”

“I guess not.”

“I thought so.” She replied as she walked into the bedroom, shut and locked the door, and let her robe fall to the floor. “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

For those of you who aren’t paying attention, my friend Jim is now standing bare ass naked, with a raging boner, in my bedroom, with my wife who is also naked, and the door is closed and locked. I am not remotely aware that this is happening. Nor is Jim’s wife Ann.

-Even now, 16 years later, I am still pissed off about it. I may forgive, but I never forget.-

Kate lay back on the bed, and Jim promptly climbed on top of her. He started feverishly making out with her, and she just went with it. Her first comment to me in describing the act was that he was very slobbery. She soon had saliva running down her cheeks and dripping onto the bed. He also was roughly groping her boobs. He was clearly desperate for anything he could get his hands on. He continued to knead her tits like he was trying to make a batch of bread dough.

“This must be what Ann enjoys.” Kate thought to herself while Jim continued to massage her boobs roughly.

“I tried to encourage him to play with my nipples.” She told me later. “Any time he brushed my nipples at all, I arched my back up and moaned a little to give him the idea. But he didn’t get it. He paid attention to them in the hot tub, but almost ignored them when he came over.”

After a few moments of sloppy kissing and tit groping, Jim started to work his way down her body. He briefly stopped to suck on her nipples (“Thank goodness for that” Kate said later), and worked his way down to her pussy.

If you are jumping into this story without reading the previous stories first, a quick note that Kate’s inner lips are completely hidden from view. Ann, on the other hand, has some fairly prominent inner labia and all the sensitive parts are out in the open.

When it comes to going down on Kate, you need to open things up a little bit for her to enjoy it. Jim was clearly used to Ann, whose clit was more easily accessible. He got between her legs, and began eating her out. When I say eating her out, I mean he began licking her entire pussy top to bottom like a thirsty dog. He would work his tongue between her folds occasionally, but his preferred style was to vigorously lick her outer lips more. Kate was enjoying it, but without more direct clit stimulation, it wasn’t going to get her off. She settled for pulling and tweaking her own nipples for pleasure, and after a while she pulled his head into her pussy, and faked an orgasm.

He popped up with a huge smile on his face, which was also shining with spit. He got up on his knees next to her head, and positioned himself so that she could give him a blow job. A note readers; Kate is not a big fan of blow jobs. I can count on one hand the times that she has blown me and let me finish in her mouth and we have been together for over 25 years. I go down on her pretty much every time we have sex. She reciprocates about 25% of the time, if that much.

Needless to say, she wasn’t overly enthused about a dick being shoved in her face as though he was expecting a blowjob, even if she wasn’t in the mood. If he had politely asked, she may have been more receptive. She dutifully took him in her mouth, and began to work his shaft. When she is in the mood, she is pretty good giving oral pleasure. However, after a boob bashing, and a pussy drowning, she admitted that she put very little effort into it.

“I had his spit sliding down my ass crack, and soaking the bed.” She said. “He also smelled pretty sweaty for a guy who was coming over to get a sympathy lay.”

She pleasured him for a short while, then to move things along, she stopped what she was doing, and told him to fuck her. He instantly leapt on top of her missionary style, slid his cock head up and down her slit a few times, and thrust inside of her.

I will provide a brief reminder from previous stories; Jim has a fairly typical dick. It’s about 5” long or so, with some decent girth, where mine is a little over 6”, and not as girthy as his. Needless to say, Kate was not very comfortable for the first couple of thrusts.

“He just stuffed it in.” She said. “He didn’t take it slow to give me a moment to adjust. He hadn’t turned me on much, so I was pretty dry.”

Jim was now inside my wife, without his wife or me having any idea it was happening.

After a few strokes, things began to get smoother for Kate, and she commented that she was starting to actually enjoy it, rather than tolerate the manhandling she was previously getting. The noise of Jim’s body slamming into my wife began to fill the room.

Jim meanwhile…

“Oh fuck it’s so tight! Your pussy is amazing! Do you like it? Do you like being pounded by someone else? Tell me you like it! Take that dick! Your body has never had dick this good! Tell me I have the best dick ever! I know I fuck you better than OP!”

Kate was trying extremely hard not to laugh at the torrent of random comments pouring out of Jim’s mouth. Rather than disappoint him, she simply replied with a breathy, “Give it to me!”

So Jim did.

The guy was so pent up from lack of sex with his wife, that in under 30 seconds from penetration, he tensed up, and said “Oh shit, I’m coming!” and filled my wife with his seed.

After the last rope of cum had been flung into my wife’s pussy, he promptly pulled out and stood up.

“Thanks! I needed that!” he said.

“I’m glad I could help you out.” She replied, though she was not entirely pleased with having a huge load of cum now dripping out of her all over the bed. She had expected a longer fuck, maybe a position change or 2, and a warning that he was going to cum so she could get a towel in place to keep the bed clean in the event that I suddenly came home. She also wished he had pulled out and cum on her rather than in her, so that if I came home looking for some fun, I wouldn’t find a partial load still inside of her from someone else.

They got cleaned up, and he went home. He walked in the door at 10am, and was gone by 10:15. Kate cleaned up the mess, and went on with her day.

I am not making fun of Jim for his short lived efforts. Lord knows that if I had gone several months without any sort of contact with a woman, and then a friend throws me freebie, I would blow my load in about 90 seconds after entering her. However, I will be damned if I wouldn’t worship every square inch of her body, and make sure she is climbing the walls in pleasure before I climb on and completely disappoint her with my performance. If I am offered that sort of treat, the very least I can do is make sure she has a good time as well.

–I wish I could say it ended with the one time…but it didn’t.–

One week later, Jim was already pestering Kate for another sympathy lay. He was complaining that since it was so good with her before, he was addicted to it and needed it again. Kate tried to blow it off, but Jim kept hounding her for the next several days. Now that he knew if he harassed her enough, she would give in.

Finally, she sent him a reply email that said they could do it again on the following morning.

Right at 10am he was at the front door, leaving his car in the street. They went straight to the bedroom and went right at it. It was exactly the same as the previous visit. Sloppy kisses, mushed boobs, super sloppy oral, and a dick in the face. When they got to fucking (about 5 minutes after he walked in the door), he slid into her missionary, and started thrusting away.

He had been inside her for just a few seconds, when they heard the doorbell ring. I expect they would have simply ignored it, but shortly after the ring, Kate heard the door open and the voice of her sister calling out “Hello??”

“OH SHIT!” said Kate, “Get off me! It’s my sister!”

Jim pulled out, leapt off Kate, and jumped into the closet, pulling the doors shut. Not the most manly choice, but what do you do when you are balls deep in your friends wife and her sister walks in the door?

Kate threw on her robe, and headed out to see her sister.

Sister is 20, and fairly oblivious to most things. She sees Kate who has sex hair, a flushed face, and is wearing a robe with nothing on underneath.

Sister asks, “Did you just get up?”

Kate replied “Yeah, I was just about to get in the shower when I heard you come in. What’s up?”

“I was just heading to the mall and thought I would stop by to see if you wanted to go. By the way, do your neighbors usually leave their cars parked right in front of your house like that?”

Kate cringes internally, “Sometimes they do. I can’t go to the mall right now, I have some other errands to run. If you call ahead next time, I can make sure I am able to go with you.”

“OK then. See you later.” Says sister, and off she goes.

Kate goes back down the hall to find Jim, still naked with a shriveled dick, hiding in the closet waiting for the coast to be clear.

–This is one of the few things I find quite hilarious about the whole adventure.–

“Is she gone?” asks Jim.

“Yes.”

“Good, let’s finish.” He said, “Take that robe off.”

Kate, who has lost any interest in sex due to the close call, dutifully takes the robe off. Jim quickly comes to attention, and with zero foreplay to help her get back in the mood, gives her a couple quick licks on the pussy to lube her up a little, and thrusts back inside.

“Mmmmm…fuck I love that tight pussy! Can you feel my big cock stretching you out? Cum for me baby! Cum hard for me!”

Kate is nowhere near an orgasm. The only reason Kate is not laughing at the dirty comments is because she is pretty uncomfortable with the fairly dry dicking she is taking. Kate just rolls with it and gives him some encouragement to get him to finish.

“Come on Jim! Fuck me harder, give it to me!”

Jim thrusts twice more, and says “I’m coming!”

“Me too Jim, me too!”

I had her demonstrate the fake orgasm for me, and it was moderately convincing. If I didn’t know how she acts when she actually cums, I might have bought it. Jim clearly thought she had gotten off.

Jim finishes up, gets right off, and admires his handiwork spilling from her womb. Kate has made a vow to herself that she will NEVER do this again. She was sore, and the close call with her sister has rattled her.

They clean up, and he heads home. Taking the time that Kate talked with her sister out of the equation, Jim was in and out (literally) in under 15 minutes. The man was on a mission I guess.

A few days later, I nosed through her emails because we had been hanging out with Jim and Ann, and Jim made a comment that made me suspicious. I don’t recall the exact comment, but I can tell you it triggered something. I found a moment alone with Ann and told her my suspicions. She said she hadn’t noticed anything but she would keep a closer watch on Jim.

I confronted Kate about the cheating the same evening I found the email. I was extremely hurt and upset. At first she denied it saying I shouldn’t be reading her email. She says I don’t trust her. She tells me it’s not my business. I remind her that she is my wife, and if she feels the need to be hiding things in her email from me, then I have every right to be concerned.

“Besides” she says, “When we were all fucking in the hot tub, you didn’t have a problem with it.”

“When we were in the hot tub” I replied, “I could see you, I knew what you were doing, and who you were doing it with, and could say stop at any time I wanted. I have no say with this.”

She stormed off and hid in the bedroom. I slept on the couch that night. I went to work the next day and was logging into her email constantly to watch for messages. The only proof I had that something had happened were the emails, and the ones she didn’t delete didn’t say anything had actually happened. I spent the entire day feeling nauseous, and anxious. I left work early that day thinking worried that she might be gone when I got back, or worse, that I might find them fucking when I got there.

I found a Hallmark card waiting for me.

She admitted to everything. She felt incredibly guilty about how much it had hurt me. She told me the entire story, including the sister incident. We talked about it for several hours. I was pretty quiet. She cried pretty much the whole time.

“If it makes you feel any better” she told me, “he seemed only interested in his own pleasure. He pays no attention to how I responded to what he was doing, he lasts less than a minute, and he slobbers everywhere.”

I sent a message to Ann to tell her that I got Kate to admit to it. Ann was incredibly pissed at both Jim and Kate. So was I. Ann was the better part of 7 months pregnant, and a raging pile of hormones. Jim slept on the couch for at least a week. From what I understand, she screamed at him about it once or twice for the first day, then didn’t say a word to him for a week. Kate went over to Jim and Ann’s to try and apologize, but Ann yelled at her, and shut the door in her face. I can’t say that I blame her.

Things weren’t the same after that. Kate and I are fine after lots of talking, but we don’t really talk to Jim and Ann much anymore. I do wonder if some day Ann might call me up after a fight with Jim and decide she wants to get back at him… with me.

But don’t hold your breath for that story.

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