**2:07**
“Are you sure? Like, sure sure?” A rational person would think for a few seconds before answering the question, but I’m anything but rational at this moment. I’ve been talking to my wife, Carli, about this for years. “Yes, I’m sure sure.” My fingers trembled as I sent the text. Is it anxiety? Nerves? Excitement? Fear? It’s likely a combination of all of the above. My wife was about to sleep with another man for the first time since we’d been married.
How did we get here? It was my idea. I’d always been fascinated by her past…which led to me asking her questions about it. I’d ask her to tell me stories about things she liked. Easy at first, but over time, my questions progressed into wanting more detail. I stumbled onto hotwife porn, cuckold forums, and captioned images about cheating wives. I loved all of it.
It was very confusing to me. I couldn’t explain why it turned me on, just that it did. I tried to suppress the feelings, but they’d always come back. I finally mustered up the courage to tell her I thought I’d like to see her with another man. I give all the credit in the world to Carli. She listened, intently. She didn’t judge me, but she did have questions. She wasn’t sure if she could do it, but she was interested in understanding why it was so hot for me. These discussions went on for the better part of 2 years.
Ok, so that’s the background, but how did we get HERE? Well, I’m in Chicago for a work trip. It was supposed to be a work trip, but my meeting got canceled so I’m sitting in my hotel room. She is at a coffee shop with a man she met on one of those non-traditional dating apps.
An hour ago, she told me she downloaded this app a few days ago and already had hundreds of connections. She was planning on meeting one for coffee.
Thirty minutes ago, she texts me that she had arrived and he was there waiting for her.
Five minutes ago, she texted me that she was nervous, but interested in him. She says, “I think I can give this a try. Are you ok if I take him back to our house?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Are you sure? Like, sure sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure sure.”
Ok, now you’re caught up with me. My wife found a guy, she’s taking him back to our house. We live 15-ish minutes away from the coffee shop they’re meeting at, so I’m expecting I won’t hear from her until she gets back to the house. There’s some anxiety about a stranger going to my home when I’m so far away, but my wife is a very good judge of character. If she feels comfortable, then I can trust that things will work out.
**2:24**
I just got a notification from our camera system that a car pulled up into our driveway. I check the camera and see not one, but two cars: Carli’s and this guy’s. I don’t even know his name! Let’s call him Orren. That’ll make it easier for me to keep you in the loop rather than saying “this guy.”
Carli texts me. “Are you sure you’re good? We’re here…”
I reply, “Yeah, I’m good. Have fun!”
**2:31**
I got a text from an unknown number. “Ay man, i’m bout to fuck your wife. I’ll send you shit as we go. Nice house btw”
The pit in my stomach grows, but so does my excitement. I can’t believe this is happening.
**3:05**
I’m getting a little nervous because I haven’t heard from Carli or Orren in about thirty minutes. I don’t want to panic, and I definitely don’t want to intrude if they’re having a good time, but I do want to know she’s ok. I check the driveway camera to see if his car is still there. It is. One of the rules we agreed upon was for her to keep her phone on ring. If I texted, she could ignore me, but if I called, I want her to answer. I think I’m going to text her. As I’m about to hit send, I get a text from Orren.
“This what you wanted?” The text is sent, accompanied by a photo. I’m looking at a photo of my wife, on her knees, looking up at the camera with his balls in her mouth. His hard cock is stretched all the way across her face. I can see one of his hands holding the back of her neck. I can see the smile in her eyes. She’s enjoying herself.
I’m a little incoherent from what I just saw. I can’t use words, so I simply reply with a thumbs-up emoji. Am I jealous? Am I hurting? Am I sad? No, I don’t think so. I know for sure I’m aroused and excited, but there’s a pit in my stomach I can’t quite identify.
**3:17**
“She lettin me use her however I want as long as i record.” Another text from Orren, this time followed by a video. I’m too nervous to watch it, but I’m too curious to ignore it. I tap the video to start playing, but my eyes are closed.
I can hear the sound of her gagging, I assume on his dick. I’m so turned on, just at the sounds! The gagging stops as she struggles to catch her breath. I slowly open my eyes, just as he pushes her down on his cock again. She gags slightly as she takes him deep in her throat, swallowing his entire length. He’s got his right hand clutching a handful of her blonde hair, holding her down. He says to her, “Look at the camera so your husband can see.” She opens her eyes and stares right at me. Right. At. Me. She lets out another coughing gag just as the video ends.
I’m sitting here, hard as a rock, watching that clip over and over. Yes, I can confirm I enjoy this. I’ve never seen her like that before. One of the challenges in our sex life has been our unwillingness to rough it up or get messy. I feel like I love her too much to do those things, but maybe that’s a cop-out. Maybe I’m just not comfortable doing it. This video, though, is evidence that she might like it.
**3:24**
Oh god. Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this as much as I am? What if she’s only doing this because she thinks I want her to? What if she actually hates this? The last thing I want to do is force her to do something she doesn’t want to. Maybe I was too eager…maybe she thinks this is the only way to keep me happy.
BzztBzzt. A text from Carli. “He’s about to fuck me :) ”
I scramble to type my reply. “Are you ok? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I hope I didn’t pressure you into this…”
I don’t get a response.
**3:28**
A video message coming through from Orren. She’s on her hands and knees, facing away from the camera. Her sexy body is glistening with a little sweat, and I can see how wet she is from all this. Orren says, “Don’t worry bro, you ain’t forcin’ her to do shit. She’s begging me for this.” He’s positioning himself with his cock right against the entrance to her tight pussy. Carli, slightly out of breath, says, “Put the camera down and fuck me.”
As he puts the camera down, I can hear the sound of her moan as he enters her, followed by the unmistakable sound of him driving his dick in and out of her. This goes on for a few seconds before I hear him say, “Oh fuck, I’m still recording.” The clip ends.
I’m laying in my bed, phone in one hand while I’m stroking myself with the other. At this moment, I feel a mix of shame, embarrassment, and arousal. He’s definitely bigger than me. He looks like he’s in better shape than I am. I haven’t seen his face, but Carli isn’t going to pick an ugly man. Carli isn’t one to talk much during sex, but he has her literally begging. And I’m sitting here alone in a dark hotel room waiting for the next photo or video like a loser.
**3:41**
Text from Carli. “I love you honey.” An odd text to receive, given the circumstances, but it is strangely comforting. The image of her taking it from behind while typing those words is extremely hot to me.
“I love you, too. Can’t wait to get home.”
**4:39**
I haven’t heard anything for almost an hour, which means they’ve been playing together for OVER an hour. Our sex life isn’t terrible, but we rarely go for this long. We have dogs, jobs, friends, and hobbies…finding time for sex isn’t always easy. I’d bet this is the longest fuck she’s had this year. Finally, a text from Carli.
“We’re finished! He’s getting cleaned up. I’m making him an espresso for the road.” I can’t help but chuckle to myself. She’s always been a great host, but there’s something funny about making espresso for a stranger after he just got done fucking her.
“Awesome. Have fun?” I replied.
A few minutes after I send my reply, I get the notification of motion in my driveway. I open the app and see Orren walking to his car. He gets in, starts his engine, and pulls out his phone. Just then, I get a text from him.
“Bro, your wife is a slut! Look at this shit.” A video comes through. She’s on her knees, looking past the camera and into his eyes. He’s stroking his cock as she is telling him to cover her face. In my experience, she HATES facials, but I’m watching a video of her asking for it, over and over, while she fingers herself. After 30 or so seconds, he starts to cum all over her face. She starts laughing as it’s dripping off her chin, then leans forward to swallow his cock. She looks up at the camera as Orren gasps, “Fuuuuuuck.” The clip ends abruptly.
I send the video to Carli along with a message. “That was so insanely hot. I can’t believe it!”
She replied, “Yes, it was. Yes, I had fun. It was a lot more natural than I thought it would be. There’s a few things I’d do different next time, tho.”
My heart skips a beat. “Next time?” I ask.
A smiley emoji from her, followed by a devil emoji, followed by a simple message. “Can’t wait to see you when you get home”