We left the hotel early the next morning so we could drive further down the coast and make it back in time for the banquet. I also wanted to make sure we got away from the hotel without a third wheel, or, more appropriately, me becoming the third wheel. Driving south, we stopped occasionally so she could enjoy the sights, and I enjoyed the sight of her. Around home she usually dresses fairly conservatively, but today she wore a pair of denim short shorts, a halter top and wedge sandals, and with her curly mane of auburn hair hanging loose around her shoulders, she got plenty of attention.
She never had her phone too far away. On Facebook, she friended her ******, old friends and some work colleagues, so she kept up a pretty plain and innocent persona there, even though she did sneak things as I had mentioned, either to tease me or for the thrill. With all the skin she showed today, the selfies she posted were only headshots, she even included 'hubbie' in some of them.
She let loose a little bit more on her private Instagram account, her approved followers a limited to a mix of personal friends and some of her lovers who were discrete and didn't mind posing as just friends. I made a joke once that all the guys who followed her think they are the only one fucking her. On Friday she posted pictures of her trying on bikinis with the caption 'which to choose?'
A few weeks ago, Jeff sent her a picture of them from the wedding and Alicia posted it on Instagram. She commented "my old friend Jeff came to town for a wedding, went with him so he didn't have to go alone." The picture was just a normal picture people take of their guests at a wedding. Jeff had his arm around the back of her chair and she leaned into him with her right hand under the table. I remembered her telling me she had her hand on his cock the entire time.
I don't know if I can explain it properly, but she didn't just look happy, she looked content. It wasn't just a picture of two people who like to fuck one another, they looked like a couple. I have some of the most erotic, nasty, slutty pictures of my wife with other men, but nothing gets me more aroused than that picture.
I wasn't the only one to notice something was up. A friend commented 'girl, that look in your eye, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that's not just your friend' Another one asked 'was John okay with that?' She replied 'do you think I would have gone if my husband wasn't okay with it?' I am sure some of her closer friends suspect she is in an open relationship.
For weeks now it has been my go-to jerk off picture, and it hasn't failed me yet. I shoot off a load of sperm with just a few strokes just contemplating what strangers must think about the two not knowing them or the context. I forgot, did I already tell you none of this makes sense?
That is the extent of my access to her online world. When the fantasy of her taking a lover began to morph into a possible reality, she was too nervous and shy to get things started on her own. To get things going, I set up her profile on a hook-up app. I screened out the duds from the studs, as they say, found suitable men and presented her a list of candidates. As she worked through the list, her excitement and confidence grew and she started taking a more active role. One day I tried to log in and my password didn't work. I asked her and she confirmed she changed the password and wasn't going to tell me the new one. "You aren't my pimp. It's my pussy, you know."
I wondered if Randy had already been invited into that private electronic world. I was pretty sure it was him keeping her giggling and her phone chiming the whole time. A slutty but adorable thing about my wife is she has an infatuation with whoever's sperm she has inside her at a given moment. If she was feeling flirty, she'd be doing it with Randy.
As I drove I glanced over and she was pulling down the front of her top and taking a picture of her breasts. That wasn't showing up on any social media she shared with me.
I waited for her to take a break from her phone then asked her, "so, where did you learn that finger trick?"
She just started laughing. "You'll never believe it."
"Try me."
"Jeff told me to do it."
"What? Jeff? Jeff wants you to stick your finger in his ass? I never saw that."
"Come on, does Jeff seem like the kind of guy who would be okay with another man watching a woman put a finger up his ass?"
"Did you do it when he visited last?"
"Oh yeah, that's why we went to his place first. He was a little concerned that you recorded us without asking. Remember when I called you from the hotel and I put the phone on speaker and let you listen in? That last part I had my finger down there to the knuckle, how do you think I got so much out of him?"
"You think you know someone…" I regretted it as soon as I said it, it implied that I had some right to question the manhood of my wife's favorite boyfriend. I looked over and she was busy tapping away on her phone again, I doubt she even heard me.
"Alicia, did you do it to anyone else?"
"Huh? Oh, nope. Just Jeff and now Randy. Asked Dave if he wanted me to do it."
"You just sounded like a professional at it."
She typed something out on her phone and giggled, then responded, "Well, honey, I'm good at what I do." Back to tapping.
I knew something else about Alicia. If she was distracted and you asked her a question, she always answered honestly before correcting herself. "So why almost a month after he left do you still have that finger bare?"
"It makes me feel like I'm still his," she sighed, then got cross. "Damnit, honey, stop asking these silly questions. First thing when I get home, I'll put on a fake nail if that makes you happy."
***
That evening when I got out of the shower, she was laying naked on the bed, just bringing her phone from between her legs. She held the phone up and the screen illuminated her face. She tapped, then bit her bottom lip while she waited. Ding! Her lips formed a sly smile as she read the response from whoever she sent the picture to.
I turned on the bedside lamp.
She jumped, I obviously startled her. "My turn!"
She locked her phone then set it on the nightstand before getting up and going into the shower. I stared at her phone for a little bit. I wanted so badly to look through it. When we first started this, I told her she could do anything she wanted, as long as she told me everything, and for the most part she did at first. When she'd come home from a date, she'd go slow telling me details, constantly making sure I wasn't hurt and assuring me I was still 'the best'. Eventually she'd have giggling 'girlfriend' talks about how cute her date was or how big his dick is. Now, I have to resort to tricks to find out about how she feels about Jeff, and god knows what's going on with her and Dave.
When she got out of the shower I couldn't help but admire her petite yet curvaceous form glistening with moisture. I watched as she patted herself dry, rubbed lotion into her fair skin, then slipped into a little white g-string. Then she leaned up against the bathroom counter to apply her make-up, jutting her ass out perfectly as she went up on her tiptoes. I started getting aroused, and sat down on the bed watching her. I started touching my growing penis unconsciously.
She paused for a moment to smirk at me through the mirror. She turned her head to catch me staring as I nursed my erection. With her attention, I suddenly felt embarrassed.
“I'm sorry,” I stood and scrambled for my underwear and pants.
She set her make up brush down and padded over to me. “No, don't be, I am your wife, I love that my husband gets hard by just looking at me. You can look at me as long as you like.”
I sighed and looked away. “Oh, I'm sorry, I'm ruining your fun, you are getting ready for Randy.”
Noticing my deflating cock, she touched my arm. “Don't be like that, sweetie. I thoug we had a good day together. You don't have to be embarrassed of your urges, you want something just ask."
"You've been on your phone all day."
"I'm sorry. You are right. I guess my mind has been preoccupied. Come here, sit down.”
I sat down on the bed, and she got between my legs on her knees. I leaned back, not sure what she intended to do. She gave my penis a few good strokes until it regained its hardness, then let go.
“Here." She cupped her breasts and held them up. “Cum on my tits.”
I was hoping she would do it for me, but I wasn't going to turn down the offer. Watching her watch my cock with her lusty smile, listening to her heavy breathing, feeling her breath on my cock had me spouting off in under a minute. I got out one small spurt that crossed over the nipple of her left breast. It never failed, whenever I felt I had to produce a big load to impress her, I'd just get a dribble. I guess I was still apprehensive about the night.
She looked at my offering and dipped the tip of her finger in it. With a wicked smile she palmed it and smeared it all over her breast, making a point of getting it into her nipple. Once she seemed satisfied, she leaned in and pecked me on the cheek.
“Okay, perv, you had your fun, now let's get ready.”
***
Alicia looked just as stunning as she did the previous night. This time she dressed in a cute black shoulderless dress that came just above her knee, thigh high black stockings, strappy heels, and black full arm gloves. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held together by a sparkling silver tiara that I didn't remember her buying. She looked classy, elegant and sexy. I had quite the same anxiety I did the night before, but I felt a little more resigned because she had already selected her lover. It was worse seeing a sea of faces and wondering which one she'd ultimately fuck.
The night proceeded like the night before, except Randy was nowhere to be seen. Instead of random seating for this dinner we all sat with our group. Alicia of course was the star of our table, keeping the conversation lively. She seemed particularly attentive to me and I enjoyed the attention. All the conversation was 'My husband and I…" and she'd hold my hand and peck my cheek on occasion. Someone asked about her work, and everyone listened enthralled at her stories of counselling troubled youth.
Once the event ended and everyone finished their meals, Alicia and I wandered over to the bar to get a drink. We were having a good time and felt like maybe my anxiety was just in my head. I almost wondered if I was going to manage getting her back to the room. She kept her phone in her purse the whole time, so I was startled when it chimed. She took it out of her purse, looked at it, then put it away again.
She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Honey, I am going to spend the night with Randy. He is waiting for me by the elevator."
I was painfully aware she wasn't asking me, she was telling me.
“Okay.” It was all I could say.
"We didn't want to hurt or embarrass you, so I told him to stay away and let everyone see me walking out with you."
It always stings when she uses the word 'we' and she means her and another man. "But people will see you going to his room."
"They might. We'll just have to deal with that if it happens," she said sternly.
We walked out of the hall and said goodbye to the few people I knew around the exit. She kept her arm wrapped around mine as we went through the lobby then deeper into the hotel.
"Can I watch?" I hated to ask, but we would have never gotten to where we are if I didn't enjoy watching her.
"I asked, but he said no. I'll send pictures if I can."
We turned a corner and saw Randy standing next to an elevator. A triumphant grin formed on his face when he caught sight of his night's conquest. She dropped my arm and glided into his arms like long time lovers and they shared a deep kiss. His hands wandered down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze to each cheek.
“God, you looked so sexy tonight," I heard him whisper to her.
“You too,” she replied.
They had a hushed conversation I couldn't make out. Finally, Alicia looked over her shoulder at me. “Honey, tell Randy if you are okay with me spending the night with him.”
She really put me on the spot. In spite of my conflicted emotions, I could feel my penis harden at the sight of them in each others arms.
"It's okay."
"Why?", Randy asked incredulously.
Alicia frowned. "What did I tell you? Don't tease him."
"Because you can fuck her better than I can." I don't know why I said it, I guess I felt if I exerted some sort of acceptance the humiliation wouldn't sting as much.
He laughed and Alicia smiled. "I can't argue with that," Alicia said then kissed Randy on the cheek.
The kiss turned into a make-out session, with Randy hiking her skirt up past to top of her stocking tops. My erection grew at an uncomfortable angle and I had to reach in to straighten it, carefully so I wouldn't come.
Alicia glanced at me. "Good night, honey. I'll try to send pictures."
Randy pressed the elevator call button and it opened immediately. By now he had her dress hiked up to her waist. He grabbed a handful of her bare ass and dragged her into the elevator.
Alicia play struggled with him and tried to pull her dress back down, cooing, "Stop it!" By the time the elevator doors closed he had her pressed against the elevator wall engaged in a passionate caress.
I went to the room and watched some TV, hoping my wife would call or text. I wasn't disappointed. About 15 minutes after I left them, she sent me a picture that made me laugh out loud. She took a picture of Randy sucking on her left nipple, the same one she had rubbed my sperm into. She would often send little signs like this that told me she still loved me and was thinking about me, even though she chose to spend time with another man at that moment. While tough at times, it was affirmations such as this that wound up bringing us closer together more than the entirety of it pushed us apart.
An hour later, she sent me a video. Randy was on his back on the bed and Alicia was between his legs bent over his crotch. Randy was obviously holding the phone. As much as it rankled me that she was with one of my co-workers, I had to admit she did have good taste - he had an athletic physique, deep tan, and a nice, thick, long cock. With his other hand Randy pushed the loose hair obscuring her face and tucked it behind her ear, giving the camera a clear view of her stretched lips working the head of his cock while her hand worked his shaft. From her speed she was trying to make him come, and from his grunts and moans, it was working.
Randy let out a growl and started pumping his hips to meet her mouth. The phone started fidgeting as the pleasure of ejaculating into my wife's mouth overcame his concentration. Finally, the phone steadied and centered on Alicia's beautiful eyes looking directly into the lens. She gave his cock a few more sucks then let it plop out of her mouth. She took the phone from Randy and switched it to selfie mode, and held it up to her face.
As the camera focused, you could see the powerful lust in her emerald eyes. She was in 100% fuck slut mode, and Randy was going to benefit from it all night long. She opened her mouth to show the load of sperm she collected, then leaned her head back and swallowed. Sticking her tongue out to show her mouth was empty, she held up her index finger and mouthed the word "one", then the video ended.
Her word and gesture alluded to a game we played. She'd let me know whenever she made her lover come, and I had to make myself come to keep up.
Keeping up my end of the bargain, I took my cock in my hand and started rapidly jerking it. I watched the video over and over again. Surprisingly, my favorite parts were the intimate moment when Randy pushed her hair behind her ears, then the quick candid moment when Randy handed her the phone and it caught the way she was looking at him. The catalyst of her transformation was bringing to the surface the powerful lust she kept suppressed all her life. To see it burning in her eyes was a sight to behold.
As much as the video excited me, I just couldn't get to the point where I felt like I'd come. Finally, before I could lose my erection, I swiped over to the picture of Jeff and Alicia at the wedding. Staring into her happy eyes my cock swelled to a rock and after five strokes I came so hard some of my sperm splattered on the headboard behind me.
I still couldn't understand why it turned me on so much. Before you think it's because I'm actually looking at Jeff while I jerk off, keep in mind due to all the footage I recorded of him and my wife, I literally have gigabytes of footage of Jeff naked and fully erect. If I wanted to jerk off to images of Jeff, this one was probably the tamest I had.
I guess I did know why it turned me on, I just didn't want to admit it. It wasn't the actual image, the position of pixels, it was the affinity between the two, that subtle nuance and body language between two people who share an intimate bond and strong emotional ties. While I knew it was my wife and her fuck buddy in town for a few days, anyone who didn't know that would see two people in love and completely comfortable and confident with each other.
In the post-orgasmic let-down, where I have to face the cold hard reality of being alone while my wife warmed the bed of another man, it was the extreme arousal I felt looking at that picture scared me the most. It pointed to the fact my fantasy of watching my wife having sex with another man might be evolving into a fantasy of her developing an emotional attachment to another man and possibly leaving me. It should have scared me, made me resolve to finally put an end to this foolishness and salvage what was left of our marriage, but the only thing I could do is jerk off.
I dozed a little, then my phone dinged a half hour later. She texted "2". It hadn't been very long since I had last come and didn't I have the stimulation and virility Randy had, so it took me awhile to build up a good pace. I thought about how maybe I made a mistake earlier in the day. Maybe I should have invited Randy along. I could look into the rear view mirror and spy on them in the back seat kissing and touching. I'd walk alongside them as they held hands and caressed one another. Maybe I'd play look out while they snuck off into a dark corner or public restroom to release their built up passion. Thoughts of me nervously standing watch while sounds of their passionate lovemaking emanated from behind a thin closet door had me shooting out a volley of spunk that splattered on my face and chest.
Number 3 came an hour later. Randy was really giving Alicia the wild night of sex she craved. I knew that they weren't having much idle time, they were spending the whole time naked in each others arms exploring and deriving pleasure from each other's bodies. I just had my right hand, but I put it to good use thinking about what must have been going on in Randy's room.
***
I must have dozed off because I woke up to the sound of Alicia's ringtone on my phone.
"Hello," I said, groggy.
“Good morning, darling. What did you get up to?”
"3."
"Mmmm…" I heard her moan. "Stop, I'm talking to my husband," she said in a husky voice away from the phone.
“Well, you owe me some jerks. We got to 5.” I heard a male voice mumbling in the background. "God, does that thing ever get soft?".
The clock said '9:15'. "We need to check out at 11."
She giggled. “We didn't…", her voice trailed off. “Mmmm, yeah, right there.”
“What?”
“Sorry honey. I'll get dressed and be up soon.” Randy said something. "Yeah, that will be funny, doing the walk of shame through the hotel wearing the same dress I wore last night. My stockings are ruined."
“Why don't I bring you something to change into and I can walk you back?"
“Aw, that's sweet. Room 215. See you in five minutes.” She let out the pained gasp she does when a large cock penetrates her pussy. “Make that 15 minutes, I think we are going to go for 6.”
I had been in a good mood until confronted with the idea of Alicia walking through a hotel full of co-workers looking disheveled and well-fucked in the same dress she was seen in the night before. Since day one she's been all about discretion, but she threw caution to the wind when it came to the people I had to be around everyday.
I grabbed a red sundress she liked to wear casually and made my way over to room 215. On the way I ran into a couple of people I knew and they greeted me and bade my wife and I safe trip home. Luckily no one asked where she was. I wasn't just being paranoid, my wife was so unique no one would have mistook her for someone else.
When I got to the hallway with room 215, I saw a couple walk by a room and roll their eyes and laugh. When I got outside the same door I could hear the faint muffled sound of my wife's distinct squeal and the headboard banging against the wall. I knew it would be pointless at this point to knock. My perversion got the better of me and I went to put my ear to the door but the sound of a door opening further down stopped me and I kept walking.
The person coming out saw me next to the door and said, "wow, they've been at it all night. Wish I could get that lucky."
“Probably newlyweds,” I answered.
"I don't know any married couple that has that much sex."
I walked down the hallway and circled around when it was clear. The sounds inside had died down, so I knocked. The idea of her opening the door in a state of undress just as a co-worker walked by filled me with anxiety.
A nervous minute later, my wife’s disheveled head popped through the cracked doorway. “Oh good, come in.” she grabbed my arm and pulled me in.
The shower started when she led me into the bedroom, I assumed Randy was getting cleaned up. Alicia plopped down in the middle of the messy bed on top of a giant, greasy wet spot. She spread her legs obscenely, and I could see her pussy was in a real sorry state.
Alicia could tell what I was looking at. “He pumped so much sperm in me, he just finished his last load when you knocked.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, still bothered by the close calls walking over. “Were you really just going to walk back to the room wearing the same clothes from last night looking recently fucked?”
She propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. “What should I have done, flew over?”
“I mean, you spent two nights fucking one of my co-workers. People in the hallway mentioned to me all the noise coming from this room. If someone had seen you, how could I just walk into work like it's normal?”
"Honey, there is nothing normal about our relationship."
“You don't want anyone at your work finding out, but you don't care about my work. Sometimes I just wish you wouldn't put me in this situation."
“Dear, I'm going to stop you there. There were many times you could have stopped it. When I told you to leave us alone together in our room, you walked off. When you saw me with my finger shoved up randy’s ass and his cock down my throat, you start jacking off. When I told you I was going to spend the night with him, you walked me out of the banquet and handed me over and told him it was okay because he fucks me better. I didn't put you through anything. You are a willing partner. If you want me to stop fucking other guys, tell me to stop fucking other guys, but dont act like you are some sort of victim in all this. You know this was-"
“-all my idea, i know. Sorry.”
There was an awkward silence as she flopped back down on her back and rubbed her hands over the insides of her thighs. She scooped some of the sperm that had gurgled out of her battered cunt and dripped down her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her swollen labia. “Look, if you aren't going to lick my pussy clean, I'm going to join Randy in the shower.”
She knew how to push my buttons. I got on the bed and got to work the almost impossible task of cleaning her sperm soaked pussy. As I tongued the gaping entrance to her cunt, I moved my hands over her strong thighs and taut stomach. I could see the sprinkle of freckles around her belly button that I had memorized and fell in love with during our courtship and the early years of our marriage.
Her flesh felt so warm and soft. I wanted to climb up on top of her, have her wrap her legs and arms around me, hold her close and plunge my cock inside her, claim her for my own. But that wasn't my place. I was just the clean up crew, a position I willingly put myself in. It didn't take her long to come on my tongue, then she pushed me off.
“Thank you, honey. That really hit the spot. Honestly, I don't think my pussy could hand these big dicks if it wasn't for your tongue making it feel better.” She pushed me away and hopped off the bed. “Let me rinse off, then we'll go.”
I watched as she opened the door to the shower and got in. Through the misty glass I could see them embrace and kiss. She started fondling his cock and he ran his hands over her breasts and ass.
“I can’t believe you are getting hard again,” I heard her gasp.
“You are just so fucking sexy I can’t help it.”
He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, and effortlessly lifted her off her feet. Alicia wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed her against the side of the shower. It didn't take long before the sounds of their slapping bodies and their grunts and moans overwhelmed the sounds of falling water.
Listening to my wife beg Randy for his next load of come, I looked at the messy bed, stained with their sexual fluids. They couldn't have spent more than an hour or two resting. My erection pressed against my jeans and I released it. I jerked off quickly and shot my sperm into the gooey mess in the middle of the bed.
The shower stopped and I pulled my pants back up. Alicia poked her head out the shower door, her wet hair pressed against her head. "Honey? Just leave the dress, I'll be at the room in a little while."
I looked at my pathetic contribution to the aftermath of their lovemaking. I imagined them getting out of the shower and Randy laying her down on top of it before reinserting himself and giving her a second load of his morning sperm.
"Okay," I responded. I left the dress on a chair and left to go wait for her in our room.
She never had her phone too far away. On Facebook, she friended her ******, old friends and some work colleagues, so she kept up a pretty plain and innocent persona there, even though she did sneak things as I had mentioned, either to tease me or for the thrill. With all the skin she showed today, the selfies she posted were only headshots, she even included 'hubbie' in some of them.
She let loose a little bit more on her private Instagram account, her approved followers a limited to a mix of personal friends and some of her lovers who were discrete and didn't mind posing as just friends. I made a joke once that all the guys who followed her think they are the only one fucking her. On Friday she posted pictures of her trying on bikinis with the caption 'which to choose?'
A few weeks ago, Jeff sent her a picture of them from the wedding and Alicia posted it on Instagram. She commented "my old friend Jeff came to town for a wedding, went with him so he didn't have to go alone." The picture was just a normal picture people take of their guests at a wedding. Jeff had his arm around the back of her chair and she leaned into him with her right hand under the table. I remembered her telling me she had her hand on his cock the entire time.
I don't know if I can explain it properly, but she didn't just look happy, she looked content. It wasn't just a picture of two people who like to fuck one another, they looked like a couple. I have some of the most erotic, nasty, slutty pictures of my wife with other men, but nothing gets me more aroused than that picture.
I wasn't the only one to notice something was up. A friend commented 'girl, that look in your eye, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that's not just your friend' Another one asked 'was John okay with that?' She replied 'do you think I would have gone if my husband wasn't okay with it?' I am sure some of her closer friends suspect she is in an open relationship.
For weeks now it has been my go-to jerk off picture, and it hasn't failed me yet. I shoot off a load of sperm with just a few strokes just contemplating what strangers must think about the two not knowing them or the context. I forgot, did I already tell you none of this makes sense?
That is the extent of my access to her online world. When the fantasy of her taking a lover began to morph into a possible reality, she was too nervous and shy to get things started on her own. To get things going, I set up her profile on a hook-up app. I screened out the duds from the studs, as they say, found suitable men and presented her a list of candidates. As she worked through the list, her excitement and confidence grew and she started taking a more active role. One day I tried to log in and my password didn't work. I asked her and she confirmed she changed the password and wasn't going to tell me the new one. "You aren't my pimp. It's my pussy, you know."
I wondered if Randy had already been invited into that private electronic world. I was pretty sure it was him keeping her giggling and her phone chiming the whole time. A slutty but adorable thing about my wife is she has an infatuation with whoever's sperm she has inside her at a given moment. If she was feeling flirty, she'd be doing it with Randy.
As I drove I glanced over and she was pulling down the front of her top and taking a picture of her breasts. That wasn't showing up on any social media she shared with me.
I waited for her to take a break from her phone then asked her, "so, where did you learn that finger trick?"
She just started laughing. "You'll never believe it."
"Try me."
"Jeff told me to do it."
"What? Jeff? Jeff wants you to stick your finger in his ass? I never saw that."
"Come on, does Jeff seem like the kind of guy who would be okay with another man watching a woman put a finger up his ass?"
"Did you do it when he visited last?"
"Oh yeah, that's why we went to his place first. He was a little concerned that you recorded us without asking. Remember when I called you from the hotel and I put the phone on speaker and let you listen in? That last part I had my finger down there to the knuckle, how do you think I got so much out of him?"
"You think you know someone…" I regretted it as soon as I said it, it implied that I had some right to question the manhood of my wife's favorite boyfriend. I looked over and she was busy tapping away on her phone again, I doubt she even heard me.
"Alicia, did you do it to anyone else?"
"Huh? Oh, nope. Just Jeff and now Randy. Asked Dave if he wanted me to do it."
"You just sounded like a professional at it."
She typed something out on her phone and giggled, then responded, "Well, honey, I'm good at what I do." Back to tapping.
I knew something else about Alicia. If she was distracted and you asked her a question, she always answered honestly before correcting herself. "So why almost a month after he left do you still have that finger bare?"
"It makes me feel like I'm still his," she sighed, then got cross. "Damnit, honey, stop asking these silly questions. First thing when I get home, I'll put on a fake nail if that makes you happy."
***
That evening when I got out of the shower, she was laying naked on the bed, just bringing her phone from between her legs. She held the phone up and the screen illuminated her face. She tapped, then bit her bottom lip while she waited. Ding! Her lips formed a sly smile as she read the response from whoever she sent the picture to.
I turned on the bedside lamp.
She jumped, I obviously startled her. "My turn!"
She locked her phone then set it on the nightstand before getting up and going into the shower. I stared at her phone for a little bit. I wanted so badly to look through it. When we first started this, I told her she could do anything she wanted, as long as she told me everything, and for the most part she did at first. When she'd come home from a date, she'd go slow telling me details, constantly making sure I wasn't hurt and assuring me I was still 'the best'. Eventually she'd have giggling 'girlfriend' talks about how cute her date was or how big his dick is. Now, I have to resort to tricks to find out about how she feels about Jeff, and god knows what's going on with her and Dave.
When she got out of the shower I couldn't help but admire her petite yet curvaceous form glistening with moisture. I watched as she patted herself dry, rubbed lotion into her fair skin, then slipped into a little white g-string. Then she leaned up against the bathroom counter to apply her make-up, jutting her ass out perfectly as she went up on her tiptoes. I started getting aroused, and sat down on the bed watching her. I started touching my growing penis unconsciously.
She paused for a moment to smirk at me through the mirror. She turned her head to catch me staring as I nursed my erection. With her attention, I suddenly felt embarrassed.
“I'm sorry,” I stood and scrambled for my underwear and pants.
She set her make up brush down and padded over to me. “No, don't be, I am your wife, I love that my husband gets hard by just looking at me. You can look at me as long as you like.”
I sighed and looked away. “Oh, I'm sorry, I'm ruining your fun, you are getting ready for Randy.”
Noticing my deflating cock, she touched my arm. “Don't be like that, sweetie. I thoug we had a good day together. You don't have to be embarrassed of your urges, you want something just ask."
"You've been on your phone all day."
"I'm sorry. You are right. I guess my mind has been preoccupied. Come here, sit down.”
I sat down on the bed, and she got between my legs on her knees. I leaned back, not sure what she intended to do. She gave my penis a few good strokes until it regained its hardness, then let go.
“Here." She cupped her breasts and held them up. “Cum on my tits.”
I was hoping she would do it for me, but I wasn't going to turn down the offer. Watching her watch my cock with her lusty smile, listening to her heavy breathing, feeling her breath on my cock had me spouting off in under a minute. I got out one small spurt that crossed over the nipple of her left breast. It never failed, whenever I felt I had to produce a big load to impress her, I'd just get a dribble. I guess I was still apprehensive about the night.
She looked at my offering and dipped the tip of her finger in it. With a wicked smile she palmed it and smeared it all over her breast, making a point of getting it into her nipple. Once she seemed satisfied, she leaned in and pecked me on the cheek.
“Okay, perv, you had your fun, now let's get ready.”
***
Alicia looked just as stunning as she did the previous night. This time she dressed in a cute black shoulderless dress that came just above her knee, thigh high black stockings, strappy heels, and black full arm gloves. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held together by a sparkling silver tiara that I didn't remember her buying. She looked classy, elegant and sexy. I had quite the same anxiety I did the night before, but I felt a little more resigned because she had already selected her lover. It was worse seeing a sea of faces and wondering which one she'd ultimately fuck.
The night proceeded like the night before, except Randy was nowhere to be seen. Instead of random seating for this dinner we all sat with our group. Alicia of course was the star of our table, keeping the conversation lively. She seemed particularly attentive to me and I enjoyed the attention. All the conversation was 'My husband and I…" and she'd hold my hand and peck my cheek on occasion. Someone asked about her work, and everyone listened enthralled at her stories of counselling troubled youth.
Once the event ended and everyone finished their meals, Alicia and I wandered over to the bar to get a drink. We were having a good time and felt like maybe my anxiety was just in my head. I almost wondered if I was going to manage getting her back to the room. She kept her phone in her purse the whole time, so I was startled when it chimed. She took it out of her purse, looked at it, then put it away again.
She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “Honey, I am going to spend the night with Randy. He is waiting for me by the elevator."
I was painfully aware she wasn't asking me, she was telling me.
“Okay.” It was all I could say.
"We didn't want to hurt or embarrass you, so I told him to stay away and let everyone see me walking out with you."
It always stings when she uses the word 'we' and she means her and another man. "But people will see you going to his room."
"They might. We'll just have to deal with that if it happens," she said sternly.
We walked out of the hall and said goodbye to the few people I knew around the exit. She kept her arm wrapped around mine as we went through the lobby then deeper into the hotel.
"Can I watch?" I hated to ask, but we would have never gotten to where we are if I didn't enjoy watching her.
"I asked, but he said no. I'll send pictures if I can."
We turned a corner and saw Randy standing next to an elevator. A triumphant grin formed on his face when he caught sight of his night's conquest. She dropped my arm and glided into his arms like long time lovers and they shared a deep kiss. His hands wandered down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze to each cheek.
“God, you looked so sexy tonight," I heard him whisper to her.
“You too,” she replied.
They had a hushed conversation I couldn't make out. Finally, Alicia looked over her shoulder at me. “Honey, tell Randy if you are okay with me spending the night with him.”
She really put me on the spot. In spite of my conflicted emotions, I could feel my penis harden at the sight of them in each others arms.
"It's okay."
"Why?", Randy asked incredulously.
Alicia frowned. "What did I tell you? Don't tease him."
"Because you can fuck her better than I can." I don't know why I said it, I guess I felt if I exerted some sort of acceptance the humiliation wouldn't sting as much.
He laughed and Alicia smiled. "I can't argue with that," Alicia said then kissed Randy on the cheek.
The kiss turned into a make-out session, with Randy hiking her skirt up past to top of her stocking tops. My erection grew at an uncomfortable angle and I had to reach in to straighten it, carefully so I wouldn't come.
Alicia glanced at me. "Good night, honey. I'll try to send pictures."
Randy pressed the elevator call button and it opened immediately. By now he had her dress hiked up to her waist. He grabbed a handful of her bare ass and dragged her into the elevator.
Alicia play struggled with him and tried to pull her dress back down, cooing, "Stop it!" By the time the elevator doors closed he had her pressed against the elevator wall engaged in a passionate caress.
I went to the room and watched some TV, hoping my wife would call or text. I wasn't disappointed. About 15 minutes after I left them, she sent me a picture that made me laugh out loud. She took a picture of Randy sucking on her left nipple, the same one she had rubbed my sperm into. She would often send little signs like this that told me she still loved me and was thinking about me, even though she chose to spend time with another man at that moment. While tough at times, it was affirmations such as this that wound up bringing us closer together more than the entirety of it pushed us apart.
An hour later, she sent me a video. Randy was on his back on the bed and Alicia was between his legs bent over his crotch. Randy was obviously holding the phone. As much as it rankled me that she was with one of my co-workers, I had to admit she did have good taste - he had an athletic physique, deep tan, and a nice, thick, long cock. With his other hand Randy pushed the loose hair obscuring her face and tucked it behind her ear, giving the camera a clear view of her stretched lips working the head of his cock while her hand worked his shaft. From her speed she was trying to make him come, and from his grunts and moans, it was working.
Randy let out a growl and started pumping his hips to meet her mouth. The phone started fidgeting as the pleasure of ejaculating into my wife's mouth overcame his concentration. Finally, the phone steadied and centered on Alicia's beautiful eyes looking directly into the lens. She gave his cock a few more sucks then let it plop out of her mouth. She took the phone from Randy and switched it to selfie mode, and held it up to her face.
As the camera focused, you could see the powerful lust in her emerald eyes. She was in 100% fuck slut mode, and Randy was going to benefit from it all night long. She opened her mouth to show the load of sperm she collected, then leaned her head back and swallowed. Sticking her tongue out to show her mouth was empty, she held up her index finger and mouthed the word "one", then the video ended.
Her word and gesture alluded to a game we played. She'd let me know whenever she made her lover come, and I had to make myself come to keep up.
Keeping up my end of the bargain, I took my cock in my hand and started rapidly jerking it. I watched the video over and over again. Surprisingly, my favorite parts were the intimate moment when Randy pushed her hair behind her ears, then the quick candid moment when Randy handed her the phone and it caught the way she was looking at him. The catalyst of her transformation was bringing to the surface the powerful lust she kept suppressed all her life. To see it burning in her eyes was a sight to behold.
As much as the video excited me, I just couldn't get to the point where I felt like I'd come. Finally, before I could lose my erection, I swiped over to the picture of Jeff and Alicia at the wedding. Staring into her happy eyes my cock swelled to a rock and after five strokes I came so hard some of my sperm splattered on the headboard behind me.
I still couldn't understand why it turned me on so much. Before you think it's because I'm actually looking at Jeff while I jerk off, keep in mind due to all the footage I recorded of him and my wife, I literally have gigabytes of footage of Jeff naked and fully erect. If I wanted to jerk off to images of Jeff, this one was probably the tamest I had.
I guess I did know why it turned me on, I just didn't want to admit it. It wasn't the actual image, the position of pixels, it was the affinity between the two, that subtle nuance and body language between two people who share an intimate bond and strong emotional ties. While I knew it was my wife and her fuck buddy in town for a few days, anyone who didn't know that would see two people in love and completely comfortable and confident with each other.
In the post-orgasmic let-down, where I have to face the cold hard reality of being alone while my wife warmed the bed of another man, it was the extreme arousal I felt looking at that picture scared me the most. It pointed to the fact my fantasy of watching my wife having sex with another man might be evolving into a fantasy of her developing an emotional attachment to another man and possibly leaving me. It should have scared me, made me resolve to finally put an end to this foolishness and salvage what was left of our marriage, but the only thing I could do is jerk off.
I dozed a little, then my phone dinged a half hour later. She texted "2". It hadn't been very long since I had last come and didn't I have the stimulation and virility Randy had, so it took me awhile to build up a good pace. I thought about how maybe I made a mistake earlier in the day. Maybe I should have invited Randy along. I could look into the rear view mirror and spy on them in the back seat kissing and touching. I'd walk alongside them as they held hands and caressed one another. Maybe I'd play look out while they snuck off into a dark corner or public restroom to release their built up passion. Thoughts of me nervously standing watch while sounds of their passionate lovemaking emanated from behind a thin closet door had me shooting out a volley of spunk that splattered on my face and chest.
Number 3 came an hour later. Randy was really giving Alicia the wild night of sex she craved. I knew that they weren't having much idle time, they were spending the whole time naked in each others arms exploring and deriving pleasure from each other's bodies. I just had my right hand, but I put it to good use thinking about what must have been going on in Randy's room.
***
I must have dozed off because I woke up to the sound of Alicia's ringtone on my phone.
"Hello," I said, groggy.
“Good morning, darling. What did you get up to?”
"3."
"Mmmm…" I heard her moan. "Stop, I'm talking to my husband," she said in a husky voice away from the phone.
“Well, you owe me some jerks. We got to 5.” I heard a male voice mumbling in the background. "God, does that thing ever get soft?".
The clock said '9:15'. "We need to check out at 11."
She giggled. “We didn't…", her voice trailed off. “Mmmm, yeah, right there.”
“What?”
“Sorry honey. I'll get dressed and be up soon.” Randy said something. "Yeah, that will be funny, doing the walk of shame through the hotel wearing the same dress I wore last night. My stockings are ruined."
“Why don't I bring you something to change into and I can walk you back?"
“Aw, that's sweet. Room 215. See you in five minutes.” She let out the pained gasp she does when a large cock penetrates her pussy. “Make that 15 minutes, I think we are going to go for 6.”
I had been in a good mood until confronted with the idea of Alicia walking through a hotel full of co-workers looking disheveled and well-fucked in the same dress she was seen in the night before. Since day one she's been all about discretion, but she threw caution to the wind when it came to the people I had to be around everyday.
I grabbed a red sundress she liked to wear casually and made my way over to room 215. On the way I ran into a couple of people I knew and they greeted me and bade my wife and I safe trip home. Luckily no one asked where she was. I wasn't just being paranoid, my wife was so unique no one would have mistook her for someone else.
When I got to the hallway with room 215, I saw a couple walk by a room and roll their eyes and laugh. When I got outside the same door I could hear the faint muffled sound of my wife's distinct squeal and the headboard banging against the wall. I knew it would be pointless at this point to knock. My perversion got the better of me and I went to put my ear to the door but the sound of a door opening further down stopped me and I kept walking.
The person coming out saw me next to the door and said, "wow, they've been at it all night. Wish I could get that lucky."
“Probably newlyweds,” I answered.
"I don't know any married couple that has that much sex."
I walked down the hallway and circled around when it was clear. The sounds inside had died down, so I knocked. The idea of her opening the door in a state of undress just as a co-worker walked by filled me with anxiety.
A nervous minute later, my wife’s disheveled head popped through the cracked doorway. “Oh good, come in.” she grabbed my arm and pulled me in.
The shower started when she led me into the bedroom, I assumed Randy was getting cleaned up. Alicia plopped down in the middle of the messy bed on top of a giant, greasy wet spot. She spread her legs obscenely, and I could see her pussy was in a real sorry state.
Alicia could tell what I was looking at. “He pumped so much sperm in me, he just finished his last load when you knocked.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, still bothered by the close calls walking over. “Were you really just going to walk back to the room wearing the same clothes from last night looking recently fucked?”
She propped herself up on her elbows to look at me. “What should I have done, flew over?”
“I mean, you spent two nights fucking one of my co-workers. People in the hallway mentioned to me all the noise coming from this room. If someone had seen you, how could I just walk into work like it's normal?”
"Honey, there is nothing normal about our relationship."
“You don't want anyone at your work finding out, but you don't care about my work. Sometimes I just wish you wouldn't put me in this situation."
“Dear, I'm going to stop you there. There were many times you could have stopped it. When I told you to leave us alone together in our room, you walked off. When you saw me with my finger shoved up randy’s ass and his cock down my throat, you start jacking off. When I told you I was going to spend the night with him, you walked me out of the banquet and handed me over and told him it was okay because he fucks me better. I didn't put you through anything. You are a willing partner. If you want me to stop fucking other guys, tell me to stop fucking other guys, but dont act like you are some sort of victim in all this. You know this was-"
“-all my idea, i know. Sorry.”
There was an awkward silence as she flopped back down on her back and rubbed her hands over the insides of her thighs. She scooped some of the sperm that had gurgled out of her battered cunt and dripped down her ass cheeks and rubbed it into her swollen labia. “Look, if you aren't going to lick my pussy clean, I'm going to join Randy in the shower.”
She knew how to push my buttons. I got on the bed and got to work the almost impossible task of cleaning her sperm soaked pussy. As I tongued the gaping entrance to her cunt, I moved my hands over her strong thighs and taut stomach. I could see the sprinkle of freckles around her belly button that I had memorized and fell in love with during our courtship and the early years of our marriage.
Her flesh felt so warm and soft. I wanted to climb up on top of her, have her wrap her legs and arms around me, hold her close and plunge my cock inside her, claim her for my own. But that wasn't my place. I was just the clean up crew, a position I willingly put myself in. It didn't take her long to come on my tongue, then she pushed me off.
“Thank you, honey. That really hit the spot. Honestly, I don't think my pussy could hand these big dicks if it wasn't for your tongue making it feel better.” She pushed me away and hopped off the bed. “Let me rinse off, then we'll go.”
I watched as she opened the door to the shower and got in. Through the misty glass I could see them embrace and kiss. She started fondling his cock and he ran his hands over her breasts and ass.
“I can’t believe you are getting hard again,” I heard her gasp.
“You are just so fucking sexy I can’t help it.”
He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, and effortlessly lifted her off her feet. Alicia wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed her against the side of the shower. It didn't take long before the sounds of their slapping bodies and their grunts and moans overwhelmed the sounds of falling water.
Listening to my wife beg Randy for his next load of come, I looked at the messy bed, stained with their sexual fluids. They couldn't have spent more than an hour or two resting. My erection pressed against my jeans and I released it. I jerked off quickly and shot my sperm into the gooey mess in the middle of the bed.
The shower stopped and I pulled my pants back up. Alicia poked her head out the shower door, her wet hair pressed against her head. "Honey? Just leave the dress, I'll be at the room in a little while."
I looked at my pathetic contribution to the aftermath of their lovemaking. I imagined them getting out of the shower and Randy laying her down on top of it before reinserting himself and giving her a second load of his morning sperm.
"Okay," I responded. I left the dress on a chair and left to go wait for her in our room.
