As a long time hot wife fantasist, there was always one night a few years before we married that played on my mind. A few years into our marriage and around 6-7 years after that night, I found out what happened...
Another Friday in work, the end of a long week of long hours. I had plans for the weekend to visit my home town. It's a 3 hour drive in traffic so it's not a trip I make an awful lot. In fact, I should make the effort to do it more often. My memory fails as to why I made the trip that weekend. For whatever reason, I was making it alone with my girlfriend, now wife, staying at our home.
She called me during the afternoon. Not an unusual thing to happen, I was in my store cupboard alone when my phone rang. I answered. A family friend had called her and suggested he visited the following night. I would be away so she was just checking I was ok with it. I knew of him, their families had been friends for years despite living far apart. In her teens, I knew of a drunken kiss, but that was all, they were more like siblings from what she had told me. It made no sense for him to book a hotel while we had an empty spare room but she checked that I was ok with it. I made a joke about how I'd rather him stay in our house than them have a hotel room to go back to. She laughed, declared it settled and ended the call.
During the evening, we exchanged text messages frequently, they had gone to a local bar for drinks, I was out somewhere too with friends from my school days (that was usually why I visited). As it got later, our last texts were an exchange of good nights.
The thought of her being in our house with another boy sleeping in the next room did cross my mind. Making any comment over text would make me seem jealous and not trusting. I didn't want to risk a negative effect. I wish I had said something!
The following day, I returned home. Nothing seemed strange at first. I presumed nothing had happened. A golden opportunity to live out a fantasy had come and gone without realising it's potential.
Over the coming weeks, her phone, which was usually casually left around the place, became a big secret. The password had changed, it was never left unattended, she was constantly typing. I asked a few times but was always shot down. It was strange behaviour for her. After a few weeks, the typing returned to normal, we got on with our lives.
It played on my mind from time to time, what had really happened that night and would I ever find out? At this point, 100% of my solitary splutters were accompanied by thoughts of them on that night fucking all over our house. Had he cum on or in her in the location I was in, it drove me wild.
