The Dance
My wife had gone on my computer and had found my stash of cuckold porn, now she was exploring the fantasy with me, but how far would it go. I worried would it break us up like what had happened to her girlfriend Karen, or would it make our relationship stronger?
I bought the tickets for the dance half not believing my wife would go through with her plan. The night of the dance, however, all hopes were squashed. She came downstairs in tight blue dress that her tits barely stayed in.
"You like?" she said turning around.
I told her I did, but I also noticed that the edge of the "queen of spades" temporary tattoo was showing, she laughed and said only a bit of it was showing.
"But what if someone sees it?"
"If they see the whole thing I think you have a lot more to worry about than that," she laughed. For the first time I realized she might actually do what I fantasized about. I felt a mixture of fear and arousal as she walked out the door with me.
At the dance my rival: big, buff, Henry was there. We greeted each other tensely as he looked my wife up and down. Part of me wanted to slug him but my wife instead greeted him with a smile and spent just a bit too much time talking to him and laughing at his jokes.
After a half hour on the dance floor my wife said to me that I was getting a headache and would be leaving shortly. She also told me to leave the house lights off and to watch my cell phone.
At home I waited as one hour turned into two, then into four. Finally a text came through: "Coming home shortly look out at the driveway."
Fifteen minutes later Henry's truck pulled into the driveway. My wife and him were talking, this went on for about ten minutes. He leaned towards her and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him back.
They talked some more. Then with a quick look towards the house she turned around and kissed him. He laughed and they continued to talk some more. She said something and he shook his head. Then he reached down, the door blocked my view but it looked like he was opening his pants. I could not believe she was going to do this right in our driveway.
He then he must have pulled his cock out, even from where I was sitting I could see that my wife's eyes were opening wide in disbelief.
He said something to her, then it looked like he was jerking himself off while she watched.
After a few minutes he said something to her again, she looked in my direction, or at least the direction of the house and then back at him. She kissed him again, a long deep kiss and then slowly she reached over and she grabbed his cock and started to rub it.
She stopped and kissed him again and continued to pump his dick, I could not see it but I envisioned her hand around that fat black pole of his as he savored humiliating me through my wife.
As they continued to make out he squeezed her tits, she pumped him faster and faster, suddenly his head rocked back and forth as he came. She seemed to pump him for another minute then she stopped and they laughed.
They sat in the truck for another minute then she got out and went around to the front door. I wanted to ask her what went on. She put her finger in front of her mouth to shush me. I noticed the dark stains on her dress, was it his cum?
She took off her dress and peeled off her underwear, in a quiet, pleading voice she pleaded "Fuck me please. Fuck me now!"
That night her fucking was intense, frantic and desperate. An hour or so later we fell asleep in each others' arms.