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.
12 months later, after my laptop had been left logged in to a social media account of hers, I read a conversation between her and an old uni friend. I knew him and I knew he was always hot for her. She wasn't interested back in uni so I had no worry about her and him now. True to form, after some pleasantries, he casually dropped in how he was surprised they had never had sex. She agreed but I knew it was her choice not to have slept with him. He offered a one off night which she declined. She apologised and noted that having time to think about his proposal was holding her back. If he had been in the room when he suggested it, she would been 'fucking his brains out' right now. I still wasn't bothered, this was all for show and not going anywhere!
It was then it got interesting..."I'm on fire tonight" she exclaimed. She bragged he was the second sexual offer she had received and turned down. The first from a guy she described as her friend from a year previous. In the 12 months since, he had not really been mentioned by her in conversation and their family friendship had died out.
The next line stopped me in my tracks. "We already had sex, he's back for more."
She was very open with me about sexual partners, if they had sex before our relationship, she would have said. I'd been introduced to loads of guys out in town that she later confessed to shagging. For somebody not into the lifestyle I wanted, she didn't half like pointing our cocks that had previously been inside her. If they'd had sex, it was that night!
I sat on the information for a week mulling it over in my mind. Would she have done it? My own cock was battered and bruised from the marathon of self abuse the new information lead me to. The thought of her taking his cock somewhere in our shared house was driving me wild and making me sick in equal measure. It struck me, all the evidence I had was obtained by reading her social media without her knowledge. It was entrapment. It wouldn't stand up in court so it sure wouldn't stand up if I dropped it into conversation.
