Accidental Cuckold
It had been an awful day at work. Another team in my company screwed up and caused a problem, my team was left to fix things. Not only had I been running around, pissed off, with barely a chance to sit down but my phone had died earlier in the day because I'd forgotten to charge it. I didn't realize my phone was dead until the end of the work day, when every other team was leaving but mine was staying to work late, and I tried to message my girlfriend Erin to let her know that I wouldn't be home at a normal time.
Finally late in the evening, well past dinner time and damned close to bed time, I finished work and drove home. The apartment was silent and dark when I arrived. Immediately I worried about Erin and wanted to call her, to see if she was alright, but with my phone dead I couldn't. So I plugged my phone in to charge and took a shower. By the time I got out of the shower my phone had charged enough that I could use it.
There were unread messages from Erin waiting for me. I opened them as I went to the kitchen for water and something quick to eat. When I read the first message I froze and stared at my phone.
> Well Baby, it's finally happening!
I had no idea what Erin was talking about. With my hand on the door to the refrigerator I thought, 'What is finally happening?'
> No more just talking about your fantasy.
> I decided to actually do it!
My heart leapt into my throat and my head swam. Erin and I had discussed a number of fantasies over our three years together. I wasn't certain which she was referring to, but if she wasn't home then I guessed it was the fantasy of her being with another guy. Though I had mentioned the idea a few times, it was always in the heat of the moment and my intention was to get her worked up so she'd fuck me harder. It wasn't a fantasy I ever wanted her to follow through on.
> I picked a guy that I know.
> I'm at his place now.
Erin had sent the messages hours ago, when I would normally have been home but today I was stuck at work. My mind raced, wondering what guy she was talking about, where she was, and what else she had said. Torn between trying to get ahold of her and reading the rest of her messages, I scrolled quickly to read them.
> I sure hope you were serious.
> Because I'm really going to have sex with him.
> If you changed your mind
> or if your fantasy was just talk
> now is your last chance to stop me.
There was a pause of about twenty minutes after that message. During that time I'd missed two phone calls from Erin. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat and the thumps echoed in my ears. On its own my thumb kept scrolling.
> Okay Baby!
> Since you haven't responded
> I assume you really want me to do this.
> Here's a picture before I go in there.
The stream of messages was broken by a photo. It was Erin, standing in a bathroom I didn't recognize, taking a selfie in the large mirror. Her dark hair was down, brushing her shoulders while she held her phone and smiled for the photo. She wore a gray tank shirt and tight black shorts that hugged her hips. Just barely visible in the photo were two lumps in the shirt, her hard nipples pressing into the fabric.
> I sure hope he likes me.
> He stares at me constantly at work
> so he probably does.
I felt faint and slumped onto a chair while my mind raced. Erin worked at a PR firm, the kind staffed by captivatingly beautiful people that one couldn't help but like. While I wondered which guy she was with, which of her coworkers she had chosen, adrenaline coursed through me and I began to shake. Gripping the chair for support I dropped my phone and momentarily forgot about it as I tried not to pass out.
After a dozen long minutes I felt strong enough to let go of the chair and stand. That proved to be a mistake as my legs gave out. When I was only a few inches off the chair I collapsed into a heap on the floor. Grabbing my phone I crawled from the hard, cold kitchen floor into the living room to lay as comfortably as possible on the carpet. Once my breath steadied and my hands stopped shaking enough that I could control them, I checked my messages again.
> Oh my god, Baby!
> That was amazing!
> Ah!
> My hair is such a mess.
> Here, look.
There was another photo. Erin was standing in the same bathroom, almost the same position as before, holding her phone and smiling while taking a selfie. Her hair was indeed tousled and slightly damp. Rather than what she wore before, now she was down to just a pair of dark blue lacy panties and matching bra. It was a gift that I'd bought her months before as an anniversary present. She had a hand on her stomach, obviously trying to calm herself, and she was blushing so hard the red had crept from her face down her neck and onto her chest.
> I guess that's what happens after getting fucked for an hour.
> I wish you would respond.
> At least say something.
> Look at me, you can see how much I'm blushing.
I wondered why she was blushing. Sexy photos, like the one I just saw, wasn't something we'd done. Like any other fantasy we talked about, it was briefly discussed while we were intimate, but never followed up on. Part of me wondered if she felt self-conscious at taking a photo like that or if it was something else. The next few messages cleared up my confusion.
> I can't believe how much I enjoyed that.
> I'm kind of embarrassed by how good it was and how I responded.
> Oh, I'm actually happy you weren't here
> to see me like that
> to hear me.
There was another break in her messages of a few minutes. I crawled to the couch and pulled myself up to a sitting position, my ass and legs on the floor which my back against the couch. My emotions were swirling, heart racing, and head swimming. If Erin really had been with another guy I didn't know what it meant for us, but I certainly didn't feel good about it.
> Thanks for the bra and panties by the way.
> I'm going to see if he likes them.
> Okay, still haven't heard from you.
> So I'm going back in there now.
> Love you!
There was nothing after that. It had been almost two hours. My fingers shook as I called Erin. The phone rang without an answer and eventually I gave up. Finally I went back to her messages and furiously typed my response.
> Babe! It was just a fantasy! I wasn't serious!
> It was just talk. That's all.
> Never something we were supposed to do.
> I got stuck at work for hours. It was so stupid!
> My phone died.
> That's why I didn't respond.
> Babe, please let me know you're okay.
> I tried calling.
> Just tell me you're okay and on your way home.
In the sudden quiet of the apartment I focused on controlling my breath and calming down. It took all of my concentration, but I was able to claw my way onto the couch. With calming hands I was able to plug my phone in to charge it more. Then I sat, staring at my dark and silent phone, waiting for any response. Nearly three hours after Erin's first message my phone dinged with another. My reflexes were primed and I flicked the message open immediately.
> Hey Baby!
> Just saw your messages.
> Sorry I didn't see them sooner.
> Been busy.
Instantly adrenaline started pumping through my body again, my breathing grew difficult, and my emotions whirled. I struggled to think of something to say and I feared my chance to say anything would slip away. While fighting for words more messages arrived.
> I wish I'd known sooner that this was just a fantasy
> that you didn't mean those things you said
> that you didn't really want me to fuck another guy.
Quickly I typed a response.
> I don't, Babe.
> I really don't want you to.
> It's too late for that now.
> It isn't too late.
> You can come home.
> It isn't too late.
> What do you think I've been doing for the past three hours?
> Here's a photo as a hint.
Holding my phone tight and staring at it, I fought to remain upright as I feared the worst. Waiting for what was next was excruciating. The photo showed Erin standing in the same bathroom, in front of the same mirror. With her phone in hand this time she had her mouth opened in a big smile, her hair pulled back, and she wore the same gray tank shirt as before and a pair of men's boxers. Most shocking though was Erin's free hand lifting the shirt, holding it bunched just below her neck, exposing her bare breasts and hard nipples for the photo.
The flood of emotions through my numbed my mind. I didn't know what to say. On their own my hands moved and typed a response that was a dumb as I felt.
> Are those his boxers?
> Yes, these are his.
> I'm not sure where my clothes are.
Slowly I felt my mind creep back to me and my blood pressure rise. My heart started beating as hard as it had been before. I had to tuck my phone between my legs to keep it from shaking. That's when I realized how hard my dick was. It throbbed with each pulse of my blood and pressed uncomfortably into my pants. A deep part of me needed to know everything and that part typed my response.
> Did you have sex with him?
> Yes.
> I fucked him.
> Twice.
Every part of me struggled and most of me lost. I collapsed sideways onto the couch, my phone slipped out of my hands and crashed on the floor, my vision went dark, and I let out a groan so loud it echoed through the apartment back to me. When I could control myself again I rolled onto my side and looked over the edge of the couch, fumbling at my phone with one hand until it was screen side up. That deep, dark part of me that sent my last message took over, it needed to be hurt.
