This is my follow-up to Part 1. It's taken me a while, but it is worth the wait.
Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cuckoldry, cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism and group sex. If this subject matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned.
Finally, all characters in this story are of legal age and beyond.
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Chapter 1 – Both Caught
As the thoughts of tomorrow and the resultant pangs coursed through my being, I continued to stand there stupidly staring at Stacy's phone and the brief glimpse of the text wording I could see. I have no idea where time went, but I was completely shocked when I heard a gasp from beside me.
Stacy was standing there, looking at the same thing I was. She was caught in something and knew it. For my part, I felt like I was caught too. Like a young teenager when my mother found my stash of porn magazines. Not for the first time, I had the thought, "Why do I feel guilty about this?"
I turned fully around and looked at Stacy. It wasn't the right time, but I couldn't help but take in her appearance. Her long, auburn hair, wet and hanging loosely down her back. She was wrapped in nothing else but a towel. Damn, she looked good. Even after scrubbing herself clean, she had that afterglow of good sex. Whether that was true, or whether it was just my imagination, I have no idea.
She tried to speak, but no words came from her mouth. Her eyes remained on the phone in my hand for long seconds. Finally, she looked up at me. When our eyes met, she burst out crying.
Again, I found myself feeling like shit. Like I was the one that did something to make her cry. I hated it when she cried.
I quickly dropped the phone on the bed and held her. She clung to me frantically like she knew it might be her last time.
I had her right where I wanted her. It was time to lay down the law. It was time to berate her for being a filthy, cheating, slut of a wife. It was time to make her confess her crimes and then tell her to get the fuck out of my life forever. 25+ years wasted.
Instead, I confessed like I was the one in the wrong.
"I was there," I said.
She pulled back slightly and met my eyes with her own. Still crying, with tears pouring down her face.
"Wha...What?" She replied.
I told her everything. Getting off work early, how I waited, how I tracked her, how I ended up in the sex store. Ultimately, I told her how I ended up in the booth next to hers and how I let it all happen. I concluded with summarizing how many men she'd been with, in one way or another, how much cum she guzzled, and my own confession to how it made me feel and how many times I came like the sick, fucked-in-the-head, pervert I am.
Sometime during my confession, my cock began to grow and by the time I was finished, my face was red and it was pressing painfully against my jeans for release.
During the time I was talking, Stacy's face went through several expressions. Everything from sadness and regret, to unbelief and anger. She didn't say a word the entire time and she chose not to use angry words with me, because I saw the realization on her face that she was in the wrong.
I held her again as I finished and then she confessed.
Chapter 2 – She Had Reasons
You've likely read part one to this story, so I will not replay it from her viewpoint. Right now, we had not reason to lie to each other and our marriage had never been built on lies to begin with, so I believed her when she said that nothing occurred the way she had planned.
She had gone shopping, as was her usual activity when in New York with me. While shopping, her thoughts kept going back to our experience the night before. The image of that cock coming through the glory hole in our booth was burned into her mind. The sex we had afterward was a result of the shame and lust that overwhelmed her upon seeing it. She confessed that she wanted to touch it very badly, and it was that thought that sent us bursting from the place like it was on fire.
While shopping, and replaying the events, she admitted to getting horny and picking up a few sexier outfits. She decided that we were going to spend our last couple days in the city having a lot of sex. She also admitted that she hoped that we'd end up in the video booths again and she planned to fuck me good and hard in one.
After returning to the hotel, she tried on some of her new outfits and found herself getting more hot and horny. It was then she remembered that she had meant to pick up some condoms for us to use. Some people may not understand this, but we sometimes use condoms in role-play, or with her toys, or whatever.
She then decided to stay dressed the way she was and go to the pharmacy a couple blocks over and purchase some condoms. As she got to the cross street, she became conflicted. She could go to the pharmacy yes, or, she could go back to the sex shop and get condoms there. While there, she could take another look at the sex toys there and make her plan to get me back into the place.
When she walked in, she felt like a piece of raw meat dangled in front of a pack of wolves. She admitted that the feeling of embarrassment and excitement that washed over her made her very wet. She had not realized that she would enjoy it so much.
She looked through the toy section and came across the condom section. For some reason, they only had large boxes of them. At first, she hesitated and then thought about creative ways we could use them. As she continued to browse, she kept passing the entrance to the video booths. She admitted seeing shadows moving around in the darkness beyond. She also heard the telltale sounds of hardcore porn movies.
She told me that she decided to get out of there quickly and took her purchase of a large box of condoms to the register. When she put them on the counter, she paid cash and was slightly surprised when he gave her back a stack of singles for change.
Noticing the confused look on her face, the clerk simply shrugged and said, "We use a lot of singles here and usually a condom purchase is followed by a trip to the booths," with a toothy leer he continued, "I'd recommend booth number 12."
She paused for a long moment at this part of her explanation. I think she was trying to put her next step into the right words. She said, "I knew I should leave at that point. I just knew that I was getting in too deep, but I was there, the awkwardness had been breached already... and baby, I felt my panties soak when he told me those things."
I was enthralled listening to her describe her descent into debauchery. My chest was tight, my face felt heated, my cock was threatening to explode. I'm sure she noticed my condition and all I could muster in reply was, "I understand."
Did I understand? I think so, at least better than I could admit to myself at that point, because here I was having my own feelings.
She continued telling me about how she slowly, like a condemned man heading for his lethal injection appointment, headed back to the video booths. Furtively breaching the darkness beyond the doorway. She said that she stopped inside the entryway to let her eyes adjust and looked for the numbers on the booths.
As she was looking, she realized that a man or two back there was giving her quick glances, but trying not to be noticed.
She told me that she actually turned around to leave at that point, but there were another few men still in the store that were watching her too. Finally, she said to herself, "Fuck it, I'm only investigating for me and Aaron."
Turning back into the darkness, she found booth 12 about midway down the passage and saw that it was unoccupied. She entered quickly and locked the door behind her. Initially, she sat and took deep breaths to calm herself. Realizing that she had to put money in the machine, she fumbled it out of her purse and put a few dollars into the machine and started flipping through the videos.
She decided that she would stay until that money ran out. She felt staying a few minutes would help her get more comfortable with the environment, and for the return trip with me she was planning. She settled in and began paying attention to the movie. She specifically remembered that it was one woman sucking multiple cocks. Her eyes got a glassy look as she remembered the scene that started it all for her.
She admitted that she spread her legs and began rubbing her damp pussy through her panties as she continued to watch. She explained that she was completely wrapped up in the scene and her self-pleasure when she heard a voice whispering, "Lady, hey lady."
She immediately covered herself up and looked around, already knowing where to look from our previous encounter. Sure enough, a cock was sticking through the glory hole on one side of the booth.
She told me that even though she knew what to expect, that it was still surprising to see it again. She almost panicked like the night before when we were together, but quickly calmed herself as she convinced herself that she knew what to expect the entire time.
