My Wife Told Me She Gave Someone Else a Blowjob

“I have to tell you something.” I knew it wasn’t gonna be good. I could tell she was scared, full of emotion. I settled in for something terrible.

“I cheated on you. I had oral sex with someone else.” It hit like a brick thrown into my stomach.

“What do you mean? With who? What happened?” I stumbled out, wanting and not wanting more information. I had a pit in my stomach now. This was every husband’s nightmare.

“I had-I gave oral sex to some guy.”

“Some guy? What?”

“It was a mistake. It was a one-time thing-“

“Stop. Tell me exactly what happened.”

“It was at the hairdresser…” I crinkled my forehead, terrified my life as I knew it was over. “You know how I like my hair touched. Well, this guy, this random younger guy, was washing my hair. I had my eyes closed and I wasn’t aware of what I was doing. I thought maybe I was dreaming, but I must have spread my legs and had my hand by my crotch and maybe let out a sound of some kind because when he was finished and I got to the chair, Sarah said, ‘Looks like you really enjoyed that.’ I was embarrassed, but tried to play it off. ‘He’s just helping out while my shampoo girl has her baby. This is my boyfriend, Brad.’”

My head was spinning. My wife was telling me about blowing some random guy and now she’s telling me about being at the hairdresser and getting shampooed by the hairdresser’s boyfriend. What the fuck? She swallowed and continued.

“Sarah and I talk, a lot, and last time I was there I told her how we don’t have sex like we used to. So while she was cutting my hair, the conversation turned sexual again. I let it slip that I was horny a lot of the time and she started to get really sensual with my hair. I think she was trying to turn me on. And you know I’m not into women, but with her boyfriend, Brad, hanging out in the shop, overhearing us, it started to get really steamy.”

She was setting herself up to justify giving some guy a blowjob. I was trying not to be taken in by the story, but it was hard.

“You know how Sarah has all those tattoos and that cool hipster vibe, I was getting caught up in this moment of, I don’t know, this punk rock vibe, so I kept talking about sex with her. We talked about what we liked and what we’ve experienced. I told her I’d never had a threesome but I’ve fantasized about it. She told me she and Brad have had a few and liked it. She said you and I should try it, but I told her we weren’t quite there.”

I started to feel a mixture of jealousy and turned on. Here was my wife, getting her hair done, talking about threesomes and her sex life with this younger, hipster couple. I’ve met Sarah and she is sexy. The thought of my wife in her chair, dripping wet, was making me feel all kinds of things.

“So I asked more about their threesomes and Brad came over to join in the conversations. They told me stories about them and other girls, them and other guys. I got so fucking horny and she was still touching all over my hair. Brad was leaning on the counter in front of us and I could see his dick through his tight jeans. I felt like I was in another world and nothing was real. I never have even thought about cheating on you, honey, I promise, but…”

“But what?”

“Brad came over to Sarah and kissed her, right there over my head. I looked up at these two beautiful people kissing over me and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell them to stop, I felt kind of responsible for what was happening.”

“You didn’t want it to stop,” I said accusingly.

“I was completely out of my mind at this point, my heart was beating so fast.” She swallowed, getting to the real confession. “Sarah reached down and took my hand out from under the cloth. My arm was almost limp cause I was so nervous. It was like I was out of my body as I watched Sarah’s arm, tattoos all over it, pull my hand over to Brad’s cock. She placed my hand on his dick, then my fingers took over. I looked up and saw Brad grab Sarah’s breast, over her tank top. Honey, I didn’t know what I was doing, I was so confused and horny.”

I’m angry, but getting very hard listening to this story, as if it wasn’t about my wife, but something I would read online.

“Brad and Sarah kept making out above me, Brad touching her tits, Sarah grabbing his ass while I was down below. My fingers started unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his pants. Sarah was watching while Brad kissed her neck. I looked up at her and she looked at me, with a lust in her eyes I had never seen in a woman before. I turned my head and saw that Brad was now rubbing her pussy through her pants. ‘Do it. Please do it. I wanna watch,’ Sarah begged me. I knew what she meant and with Brad’s help, I sprung his cock from his underwear. I don’t know what came over me, honey, I’m so sorry.”

“Then what?” I said sternly.

“Well, I sucked his dick. I looked up at both of them and I just wanted to please them. Brad took down Sarah’s pants enough to finger her right there in front of me while I sucked her boyfriend’s dick.”

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

She just nodded, apologetically.

“Did you swallow his cum?”

Again she nodded.

“After that, I, uh, got myself back together. Brad stepped away. Sarah zipped up her pants. She was really sweet, she made sure I was okay, she stroked my hair, as if she wasn’t twenty years younger than me. She put the finishing touches on my hair and that was it.”

“That was it?”

“I didn’t have to pay, of course. I hugged Sarah goodbye. I was cordial to Brad, who was really friendly.”

“I bet.”

“And I left.”

“This was yesterday,” I clarified.

“Yeah.”

“That’s why, last night, you were so horny and you came so easily when we had sex.”

“I wanted to be with you, not them.”

“You were still so horny from sucking that guy’s dick that you used me to cum.”

“No, I didn’t use you. I wanted nothing more than you inside of me. Even when it was happening. I brushed my teeth when I got home. Look, I’m sorry. If you want to leave me, I understand. I am not the kind of person who does this.”

“Apparently, you are,” I said, still feeling a mixture of emotions I didn’t quite know how to process. She looked down in shame. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen, I don’t know what this means. For now, I want you to suck my dick.”

She looked up, in shock, and a little scared maybe.

“You’re my wife, right?” She nodded. “So you’re gonna suck this dick, just like you sucked some random dick yesterday.” I was angry, but so turned on, I wasn’t quite sure what I was even saying. But I was going on instinct.

“Are you sure?” she asked. I grabbed the back of her hair, the fresh haircut she got yesterday from the young couple that got her so wet. “Yeah, I’m sure. Let me see that slut mouth.” I opened her mouth with my fingers. I couldn’t believe I was looking at the same mouth I married, now dealing with the fact there was another cock in it not 24 hours ago. I unbuttoned my jeans. She was still a little scared, but I could tell she kind of liked this too. Maybe she was still thinking of what she did the day before. Maybe I was too.

She put her mouth around my cock. “Is this how you sucked his dick?” I asked. She nodded while she took as much of me as she could into her mouth. As she sucked, I thought about Sarah, with all the tattoos. And her young boyfriend, both of them twenty years younger than we are. And how they turned my wife into a complete slut. My wife probably left a stain on her chair. They probably fucked hard last night too, talking about Brad getting his dick sucked by an older woman. Did Sarah want to have a threesome with my wife? Be the first girl to go down on her? Would Sarah suck my dick while my wife was sucking this Brad guy’s? My head was spinning as I shot my load into my wife’s throat.

“I need some time to process this,” I said, and walked away.

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