This is short repeat of the end of the first story. I had just watched two guys having sex in the woods while I was jogging.
I got back to my house. My wife was outside waiting for me. She was mad because I was gone for so long and dinner was cold. She looked at me. Her facial expression showed how irritated she was with me. When I got closer to her her expression went from anger to puzzlement.
She scanned me up and down and said, "What do you have all over your shorts?"
She stepped closer and said "What is that...It looks like... what? This is..."
She reached out and touched the substance, rubbed it between her fingers, brought it to her nose and smelled it. Her expression turned to disgust, and she quickly wiped it my shirt.
She exclaimed, "This is semen! What are you doing with cum all over your pants?"
With her discovery of my cum soaked shorts I knew I was busted. I had to explain somehow. Do I say I beat off in the woods by myself? Do I tell her what I really saw and that I jack off watching two men fuck? I had to think of something fast because just thinking about it got me hard again. Soon I had a full hard-on. She saw my cock straining at my shorts and looked me in the eyes.
She said, "What the fuck is going on? You were gone for so long I began to worry, but her you are with cum all over. Oh my god it's even on your legs. Why do you have an erection and semen all over your shorts?"
I said, "Let's go into the house and I'll tell you everything."
We entered the house through the back door which led into the laundry room. She told me to take my dirty shorts off and throw them in the hamper. I pulled them off revealing a raging hard-on. She saw my cock standing straight out with precum dripping out of it.
She looked at my cock then looked at me and said, "That's not your cum, is it?"
"No, no its mine."
"Then why is your cock so hard and dripping? If you ejaculated that much, you're covered in it, how is it you're still hard? You haven't been gone that long."
"I said I'd tell you. Let me get dressed and we can talk."
"You don't need to get dressed you can stay like that and tell me what the hell you were doing."
I stood there naked. I told her everything. She listened intently with very little expression. Telling her what I witnessed got me even more aroused. Unconsciously I would touch my erection. Once I realized where my hand was, I'd take it away. After several minutes and right when I was describing the one guy inserting his cock in the other guy's ass, I realized my hand was on my cock again.
I started to take my hand away when my wife said, "Don't stop I want to watch you. I like seeing your reaction. Keep going with your description."
I continued to touch myself. As I went on with the narrative, I instinctively went from touching to stroking. I slowly stroked my cock. I watched her reaction to the picture I was painting. I could tell from the look on her face that she was getting aroused. I thought I'd give her a complete re-enactment of everything I did. I reached up to my cock, took precum from the tip, and inserted my finger into my ass. She watched me intently while I masturbated, and finger fucked my ass as I described to her the incredible gay sex encounter I saw.
She said, "Are you imagining that your finger is one of their cocks in your ass?"
I moaned, "Yes, I wish one of them was here right now fucking me in front of you."
Having her watch me stroke my cock while listening to my account of the two guys fucking was erotic. I was pounding on my cock hard. When I got to the point of the story where I was describing to her how the guy's ass flex repeatedly as he jammed his cock in into the other's ass, and I knew he was ejaculating, I shot a stream of cum across the space between us and it splatter on my wife's leg. I nearly collapsed as my legs weakened. I leaned against the wall. I looked at my wife. She had lust in her eyes.
She said anxiously, "You didn't join them? You just watched? You could have joined them. I wouldn't be mad it's not like cheating. I'm envious you got to watch without me. I would love to see something like that. Would you do something like that? I'd love to see that happen?"
"I'm serious, how are we going to make this real? Clean up and we can talk about this."
I said, "We do need to talk."
I pulled off my wet shirt. I got a towel from the cabinet, and we cleaned up the cum I shot on both of us. We walked out of the laundry room, and I turned to head upstairs.
She said, "Where are you going?"
I said, "I'm going to the bedroom to put something on."
She said, "You don't need to do that. You can stay the way you are while we discuss your gay proclivities. Besides I like watching your reaction since your penis is like a lie detector."
I turned and followed her into the family room. I sat on the couch, and she sat in a chair opposite me. She turned the TV off. This was going to be a serious conversation. She turned and looked me up and down. Her eyes pause on my penis for a moment then she stared into my eyes.
I was completely naked and felt a little exposed sitting on the couch that way in the middle of the living room. My limp dick was lying to the side still leaking semen on my leg. She kept the eye contact for a long time then finally started to talk.
"We have been role-playing this fantasy for a long time, and I think it's finally time we stop playing. When I first told you that I fantasized about you having gay sex I had a good idea that you would like the idea. I had been thinking about it for a long time before I told you. There have been occasions where I wondered about your sexuality. I thought for a long time that you might be bisexual. The thought of you having homosexual sex drives me crazy with lust."
She continued, "I first started to have these thoughts when you told me of your homosexual behaviors when you were younger. At first, I thought it was youthful curiosity. However, since you have been telling me more details these last few years, I realized it was more serious than you let on. You were almost 19 when you stopped, and you were doing it, according to you own accounts, about once a week for at least three years. That was a lot of blow jobs. That was a bit more than just casual sex. You were having sex with your friend when we were dating weren't you? You told me you stopped after he moved away. Would you have stopped if he hadn't moved?"
"When we first dated, me and him were still blowing each other regularly. Me and you weren't having sex, so he and I kept doing it. We used each other as a sexual outlet. He moved away that first year we were dating. I remember because he asked me once if you sucked my cock as good as him. I told him we weren't having sex yet. He made fun of me because I hadn't got past second base with you. Once we hit the home run together, I was satisfied. I felt I didn't need the homosexual outlet anymore."