This story contains themes of cuckolding.
Discovering my wife's infidelity turned out to be one of the best things to happen to me.
My name is Ahmed and my wife, Fatima, and I have been married for 18 years. It was an arranged marriage when we were both 22. We have a loving marriage but the sex life was always lackluster.
We tried for a baby until we found out that I was unable to have kids. That killed any chance of love in our marriage.
I work long shifts at a big business in the city whilst my wife stays at home in our small town just outside the city. Being Middle-eastern in a predominantly white town has been a struggle to adjust to but I think we're used to it. Our neighbors are kind and we get along well.
This story involves our young neighbor, Ryan.
Ryan is our 18-year-old neighbor who is, to put it bluntly, a perv. He's been caught peeping at other neighbors and making lewd remarks. He's a bit of a nuisance but nothing major, at least that's what I thought.
On a cold winter evening, I finished work early and decided to go home. It wasn't too late, only 8 pm, but the darkness of winter was present. Fatima would be making dinner at this time and then go to sleep.
I parked my car in the driveway and got out. I open the door and take a step in when I get startled by a sound coming from upstairs.
"MMM FUCK!" a voice yelled.
I stood there frozen. It was not possible, was it? That voice sounded very familiar but my mind refused to accept it. I walked closer and closer, taking quiet steps to avoid being detected. The sounds got louder and louder.
"Ohh fuck! fuck! fuck! fuuuuck!"
I couldn't lie to myself. That voice was Fatima's. I never imagined my wife to do something like this. I kept walking until I reached our bedroom door.
The door was slightly ajar, so I gave it a light push. I saw Fatima, without her hijab, body dripping with sweat, having sex with none other than our neighbor Ryan.
"You're such a slut, Fatima!" Ryan groaned
"I'm your slut, Daddy!" she muffled back, biting into the bedsheet.
Ryan was slamming into her at a fast pace, making the bed shake and Fatima moan uncontrollably. I could do nothing as I witnessed my wife have her body be used by another man.
Many different emotions rushed over me.
Sadness. Anger. Distress. But one of them trumped them all. Arousal.
I was rock-hard watching, it was like a porn film in front of me! I've never heard my wife moan like that but hearing it for the first time was enough to get me going. Ryan was aggressive and in complete control over her and Fatima was completely submissive. I knew it was wrong but I loved it!
"I told you that you'd be addicted!" Ryan proudly groaned
"I'm addicted! Cum in me! Make me your cumslut!" Fatima moaned back
I had never heard my wife say something so vulgar but it turned me on so much! Fuck her harder! Cum in my wife! In that moment, I wanted nothing more than my wife to be stolen from me by our neighbor.
"I'm cumming!" Ryan moaned, as he pushed his cock deep inside Fatima, pulling her head closer and tongue-kissing her whilst his cock pulsated, shooting his sperm deep inside her. A few more gentle thrusts before pulling out, leaking his cum onto the bed.
"You lasted longer this time, Fatima"
Ryan picked up her hijab off the floor and used it to wipe his cock clean.
I snuck back out of the house, leaving no trace of me being there. I got in my car, heart pounding and body sweating. I drove around for another thirty minutes, letting time pass and try to understand the situation and my emotions.
I caught Fatima fucking our neighbor, and based on what I heard, it wasn't the first time. She loved how aggressive he was and let him cum in her, and I enjoyed it!
Why did I enjoy it!? It didn't matter, for now. I drove back home after thirty minutes.
I entered the house, taking a quick look inside before fully entering. The house was quiet, apart from noise coming from the kitchen; nothing out of the ordinary so far. I put my bags down and take off my shoes, and head towards the kitchen.
I see Fatima making some pasta, dressed in her normal green dress and black hijab.
"Hi honey, back from work early?" she said
"Yeah, not too busy so I left early," I replied. The contrast in her behavior in just thirty minutes was astounding.
"What did you get up to whilst I was at work?" I asked
"Cleaning the house and some shopping," she answered.
On a normal day, I would have believed her, I had no reason not to, but I knew she was lying, I knew what she was really up to.
She gave me my dinner and headed to bed, the usual routine. I ate my dinner in silence, replaying the scenes in my head. Her face when he fucked her, her moans, Ryan's cock pounding her, it replayed over and over in my head. I finished my dinner and cleaned my plate before heading to bed.
I get to bed, the sheets had been changed and Fatima asleep. She had left her phone on charge, and I did something I never thought I ever had to do. I took her phone out of charge and went through it, laid in bed next to her. At first, I found nothing. Her photos seemed to be fine, her messages looked ordinary, nothing out of place. I glanced over an app I didn't recognize. It was a messenger app that I hadn't heard of. A quick search online showed me that it was a private messaging app. My heart sunk. I clicked on the app and it opened. There was only one person she had messaged. It was Ryan.
Their conversations had lasted for months. She had sent him nude pictures, he had sent him a picture of his cock and they had lots of dirty talk. They talked about everything under the sun. Fatima mentioned many times how bad our sex life was. She wasn't wrong but I never thought she would tell it to anyone, especially our neighbor. She sent at least one hundred nudes to him and videos of her masturbating.
My cock was erect and throbbing. I hadn't realized it but I was jerking off whilst reading the chats. I was unbelievably turned on. They had made small tapes, a few minutes long of them fucking. Before long, I came in my pants. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. I saved some videos onto my phone before putting her phone back, removing any trace of my findings. I fell asleep, cuddling my wife tightly.
Over the next few days, I took notes of anything that could help me find any new details about their affair. This didn't go as well as I had planned. I didn't notice anything out of ordinary about her behavior but each time she went to bed, I checked her phone to see the latest messages she had sent.
I wanted to know the truth. Fatima was good at hiding any changes in her behavior and it was clear that the only way I could solve everything and come to a conclusion was to confront her. I didn't know how she would react or what she would do but it was the only way to get all the answers. I had the evidence, the videos I had saved on my phone. For the last couple of days, I've been jerking off to those videos. There was no denying how much I loved the sight of my wife fucking Ryan.
It was a cold winter evening, similar to that fateful day. I was home as it was my day off. I spent the whole day worrying about how I was gonna do this but I knew I had to do it.
I sat on the couch watching TV, Fatima sat down across from me. I took a deep breath and spoke.
"Fatima, my love, we need to talk," I said.
Fatima gave a confused look. "What is it?"
"I want you to be honest with me, when I say this," I said.
Her face begin to blush red, scared and confused.
"What is it?" she repeated.
"Answer this honestly, are you cheating on me?" I asked. I held it strong, not letting any signs of weakness show.
Fatima was taken aback, shocked, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
"What are you talking about!?" she yelled.
"Answer the question," I replied, calmly.
"How could you accuse me of that, Ahmed! You know I would ne-"
"Tell me the truth," I cut her off.
Fatima looks down in shame.
"Yes," she utters.
The room stays silent, the tension at it's peak.
"With Ryan, right?" I add.
She looks up shocked.
"How... How did you know?" she asked.
