Her Secrets and Desires

***This story may contain themes of wife watching, cuckolding, and cheating. If this type of story does not appeal you, please feel free to skip it completely. For those who do choose to read it, comments and critique are welcome.***

I drove home slowly, Cold pizza boxes beside me. Trying to come to terms with what I just witnessed, well at least heard.

My mind drifted back to that crazy electronics trade show from a few years back, the day I first saw Eve. It was a whirlwind of flashing lights, tech demos, and awkward handshakes, but she stood out in the middle of it all. I was busy at my station, trying to get a wireless demo working, when I looked up and caught sight of her in her booth.

Her jet-black hair was sharp, framing her pale face like a dark halo, her eyes catching light with a mischievous glint. She wore a tight blouse, buttons straining over her small, firm tits, nipples faintly outlined when she leaned forward.Her skirt hugged her hips tightly, the slit riding up her thigh as she moved with smooth confidence. I watched her bend over her table, her ass round and firm, flashing a glimpse of lace when the fabric shifted.

She laughed with a visitor to her booth, a guy in an expensive suit, her voice low and flirty, hand brushing his arm as he stammered, red-faced. Another man lingered nearby, staring at her legs, and she gave him a teasing smile, tossing her hair with a knowing glance - she knew they would kill for a chance with her. It was clear why her company had chosen her to run the booth; she would have the male buyers eating out of her hands. My throat went dry as I gawked. Certain that she was out of my league,

I nudged an assistant, Cyrus. He was a hulking black guy we'd hired for the week to do the heavy lifting and run errands. He didn't fit the job well - overweight, with a slow walk and a squeaky lisp - but he was enthusiastic and didn't complain. "Check her out, man," I whispered. "She's unreal."

He wiped sweat from his brow and glanced over. "Hot as hell, Dave. Damn, look at that ass - firm and tight. She's a knockout."

I laughed nervously, feeling my heart race. "You think I have a shot with a girl like that?"

Cyrus dropped the box with a thud, he wiped his brow and flashed a wide toothy grin exposing a couple missing teeth, his lisp squeaking through as he leaned in a little. "Go for it, man," he said, his voice low and easy. "You never know with women - you can catch them off guard sometimes." When they're horny, they're horny.

Cyrus paused for a moment, glancing back at Eve. He gave a smirk and let out a little "hmmph." "What?" I asked.

"Go for it, man. Just be careful," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He leaned in closer, his smirk growing more dismissive. "I've seen that look on chicks before. She's got an itch between her legs that's begging to be scratched. She'll spread 'em easy if you play it smooth. Just don't go falling in love, got it? It won't end well."

I raised an eyebrow. "What a weird thing to say," I thought. This guy barely knows me and he's giving me romance advice.

"Yeah, go for it," he said, giving my shoulder a light slap. "If you don't, who knows? Maybe I'll step up and give her a go myself." He laughed, a deep, throaty sound."

I felt a flash of irritation - Cyrus didn't even know Eve, and here he was, talking abut her like she was some slut. Still, I brushed it off and rolled my eyes.

He wasn't exactly a ladies' man, but his encouraging words stuck with me. All day, I kept stealing looks at Eve, her every move pulling at me. My gut churned as I worked up the nerve to talk to her, convinced I could make it happen if I just kept my cool.

As closing time approached, I saw my chance. My heart was racing as I walked over to Eve's booth, my nerves getting the best of me. I managed to awkwardly ask her if she wanted to grab dinner. To my surprise, she smiled that little smirk of hers and said yes. In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place.

We headed to one of the hotel's restaurants, and as we sat down eating, we talked and laughed like we'd known each other for ages. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was sharp, funny, and undeniably gorgeous.

As I walked her to her hotel room, I kept thinking this could be the real deal. I really wanted to kiss her when we got there, but I held back, trying to play it cool. I didn't want to come off as some pushy jerk. But still, I knew I was in and had a shot.

That night eased into more - dates here and there, late-night chats that stretched on, and finally her agreeing to be my wife. Tying the knot with her was the greatest thing I'd ever pulled off.

And now this thing with Simon had played out. And I was the one who'd pushed it along. It made my stomach churn - still, for some messed-up reason, I was aroused at the idea of Eve behaving in such an unexpected manner and at the thoughts of her past experiences..

I was almost home, my earphones still buzzing with the sound of Eve and Simon chatting on the porch. My heart pounded as Simon's voice came through, low and curious. "So Eve, tell me something - have you ever fooled around on Dave before?"

Eve giggled, a playful, tipsy sound. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Simon pressed, his tone teasing but intrigued. "Really? Who was it? What happened?"

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my stomach twisting. Eve paused, then started talking. The drinks had clearly loosened her up more than she was used to.

"Okay, fine. There was this guy. Some dude I met at that electronics trade show where I first saw Dave."

"Some dude?" Simon said, sounding curious. "What's the story there?"

"Dave was a total gentleman back then, still is," Eve said, her voice softening like she was lost in a memory. "Our booths were side by side. He was in engineering, I was in sales. He'd chat me up, all polite and sweet.

Eve laughed out loud, "But this other guy? He was the opposite - rough and shameless, constantly making crude remarks and throwing out comments about what he wanted to do to me. He didn't hold back at all."

My hands clenched the steering wheel as I tried to picture the trade show crowd. Engineers with clipboards, sales reps clutching coffee cups. I remembered them all orbiting Eve's booth, but none stood out as being the guy. My mind raced: Who the hell could she be talking about? The question burned as Simon's voice prodded again: "How did it happen?"

I grabbed my phone and dialed Eve. I needed to hear the rest of this. "Hey, honey," I said, forcing cheer into my voice. "Car's low on gas. Gotta detour to fill up. I'll be a bit longer, okay?" I held my breath, silently urging her to keep talking to Simon.

"No problem, babe," Eve said, her voice breathy, distracted. "Take your time. Simon's spilling your secrets."

I hung up and cranked the mic volume. Eve's voice came back. "So, yeah, this guy. Every chance he got, he'd say the dirtiest stuff. Like, 'I'm not seeing panty lines. Are you wearing a thong or did you forget your underwear,' or 'Let's sneak off to the storeroom, I'll take your mind off this boring event.' I told him to fuck off at first, but he kept at it. After a while, it was almost funny how relentless he was."

Simon laughed. "Sounds like a real catch."

"He wasn't much to look at, big, sweaty, rough around the edges, but that raw, filthy energy got me wetter than I'd ever admit." Eve giggled. "Not exactly easy on the eyes. But I hadn't fucked in weeks. I was dying for it and I figured, 'This show's just a few days. I'll never see this guy again. Why not?' Something about his crude, vulgar vibe got under my skin, I still can't explain it. Plus, I kept noticing this huge bulge in his pants. It got me curious. Hahaha"

"I should have known" Simon laughed. "You've got a type, huh?"

"What can I say? You can't blame me for enjoying a large cock! And besides, you're one to talk. All those college girls throwing themselves at you?"

"I know now why you were such a hit. It wasn't just that pretty face or your dick - it was how you put them at complete ease. You've got that chill vibe, like nothing's a big deal, and they'd just melt, ready to drop their panties without a second thought. That's your trick, isn't it? Look how you've got me revealing my dirty past!"

Simon chuckled, low and easy. "I don't know what you're talking about, Eve."

"Sure, sure" Eve said, grinning wicked. "Anyway, this guy didn't have your charm, but he had an insane pull, to me anyway, raw, unpolished, made me feel like I could let go and get nasty. No judgment, just pure, dirty fun."

"Don't you dare tell Dave," Eve warned. "I don't even know why I'm telling you this - or why I let things go so far with you tonight. What the hell's in this beer?"

"You started it, I'm innocent," Simon laughed, raising his hands. "Your secrets are safe, Eve. Go on - don't stop now, I'm hooked."

"Second day," Eve said, her voice turning husky. "Dave was chatting me up more, all sweet and funny. I'd have jumped him if he'd made a move, but he didn't. This other guy, though? Whenever i was on break, he'd be on me. Whispering filthy stuff in my ear. I was so worked up that day, I finally said, 'Why are you so obsessed with that storeroom? Do you even have the energy to keep up with me?".' He just grinned and said, 'Follow me and find out.'"

"Damn," Simon muttered. "And you did?"

"Hell yeah," she purred, heat dripping from her words. "We slipped into that storeroom, and he pounced on me like a rabid animal, no holding back. Big, sweaty hands everywhere - grabbing my tits, squeezing my ass, clawing my thighs. He yanked my skirt up so fast it almost tore, bunching it around my waist. Then he shoved his thick fingers right into my pussy. God, Simon, I was beyond soaked. My clit was throbbing, pulsing like it had its own heartbeat, and I could feel my juices sliding down my thighs before he even started. I'd been glancing at that bulge all day - my body was screaming for it."

I couldn't believe this was my Eve speaking like that, or who did those things. Who was this guy? She laughed, wild and free, remembering every detail. "He didn't tease. Just jammed his fingers in deep, pumping me roughly. I squirmed against him, hips bucking like crazy. I was moaning so loud I had to bite my lip to stay quiet. Then he dropped his pants - holy shit, Simon, his cock was a sight. Thick as my wrist, long, veiny, pulsing, dripping precum. I'd guessed he was big, but seeing it? It was unreal."

Her voice turned feral. "He didn't talk - just spun me around, shoved me chest-down over some boxes, and pushed my legs apart. My panties were tangled at my knees. He didn't care - he slammed into me. No warning, just hard and deep. I felt every inch stretch me, filling me till I couldn't breathe. He fucked me like a beast, grunting, pounding so fast the boxes shook. I could feel my ass bouncing with every thrust. I clawed at the cardboard, gasping, my pussy gripping him tight. I came so fast, choking down a scream. Grool ran down my thighs, and he kept going, hammering me till I thought I'd lose it."

She paused, breathing hard, then grinned through her words. "I didn't care if someone walked in. I'd have begged him to keep going right there in front of them. That's how wild he got me."

My mind reeled, me at the booth, thinking I was charming her. While this was happening right under my nose?

"We did it again near closing," Eve went on. "Dave was gone by then. He pinned me against the wall, lifted my legs, and pounded me till I couldn't stand. That cock stretched me so good, Simon. I was sore when he finished."

Simon's voice came through, strained. "Jesus, Eve, you sure know how to have your fun."

My jeans were tight - my cock hard despite the shocking revelations. What was wrong with me? But it seemed I wasn't the only one turned on by Eve's story.

Her voice turned playful. "Looks like you're really into this." A pause. "Oh, wow, you're hard again. Let me fix that."

"Be my guest," Simon said, his breath catching, "but don't stop talking."

Wet, slurping sounds hit my ears - Eve's mouth on Simon cock again, no doubt. She moaned, then pulled off to continue. "Next two days, we fucked twice each day. Morning and afternoon. He'd drag me to that storeroom, rip my panties down, and wreck me. One time, he had me on my knees, fucking my face till I gagged, then bent me over and slammed in from behind. I'd be shaking, cum leaking out of me. He'd just stroll off after like it was nothing."

"I felt really naughty being fucked one minute and the next I'm back out to the booth handling clients."

Slurp, slurp. She went back to sucking, words muffled. "Gave him a couple blowjobs in the storeroom too. Swallowed when I could. That fat cock barely fit in my mouth."

Simon groaned. "Fuck, Eve, you're killing me."

She giggled, pulling off with a pop. "Third night, Dave took me to dinner. We had fun, dropped me at my hotel. I wanted him so bad, but he just hugged me goodnight - all gentlemanly. My pussy was aching, so I called my guy. He came over and fucked me that night in my room. Had me screaming into the pillow, cumming over and over. He'd pull out, shove it in my mouth, flip me over, and go again. Left me a sweaty mess." When he was leaving, I stopped him at the door and said hey, don't spill this to Dave, got it? Let's keep it between us. He gave a sly grin and said "I'm not dumb enough to mess up getting more of that pussy, he won't hear a peep from me."

I remembered that dinner well. I thought I was building something real.

"Last day," Eve said, voice thick with lust, "he fucked me again. Dave was at the booth all day, chatting me up, being sweet. We had to be sneaky.

We snuck off to the bathroom - cramped and stinking of bleach. It was quick, rough, perfect. He shoved me against the wall, cold tiles on my back, yanked my skirt up, ripped my panties aside till they tore. I was wet as usual, pulsing with the thrill. He rammed in, balls-deep, stretching me till I gasped. He fucked me hard - grunting, pinning my wrists, my tits bouncing. Anyone could've walked in, heard me moaning, seen my legs shake. I came a few times, biting his shoulder to stay quiet. He filled me up, cum was dripping out of my pussy when he pulled away. Good thing I was on the pill - I would've had triplets, haha."

"That night Dave took me out again. Dinner, drinks, the works. He was charming - funny, smooth, a real gentleman. Outside my hotel, we kissed for a long time. I was still buzzing from this guy's load in my mouth earlier. I wondered if Dave would've kissed me like that if he knew, hahaha.

I thought, 'Dave's a good one - sweet, fun, maybe he'd be good in bed too.' But he didn't push. Just smiled and left. So I called the guy again. He showed up, sweaty as hell, he didn't even shower yet, and I didn't care. We fucked all night - raw, nasty, relentless. Had me face-down, ass up, slamming into me till the headboard hit the wall. I was screaming into the pillow, cumming till I was raw and leaking."

Simon laughed, breathless. "You really liked him, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," Eve purred, sultry and slow. "He was a great fuck - huge, nasty, knew how to use it. Kept up with me. I'd ride him till my legs gave out, then beg for more."

"Ever tempted to hook up with him after the trade show?" Simon asked, leaning in like he already knew the answer.

Eve laughed, loud and wicked, a sound that echoed with pure, shameless glee. "What makes you think I didn't?"

Simon chuckled, shaking his head. "Should've known."

I was pulling into the driveway now, earphones still in. Eve's voice cut through. "OK behave now, Dave's home."

Simon chuckled, still catching his breath. "Okay, who was this guy? Does he have a name? I need to buy him a beer."

Eve's voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "It was a black guy who worked in Dave's booth. His name's Cyrus."

My heart slammed to a halt, then plummeted through my gut.

Cyrus?

My hands trembled so hard I nearly lost the wheel, fingers numb, palms slick with cold sweat. My chest caved in, lungs seizing like I'd been smashed with a sledgehammer. I couldn't breathe. Cyrus? With Eve?

Then it hit me - Cyrus grinning at me back at the trade show, clapping my shoulder, saying, "If you don't try for her, maybe I will." I'd laughed it off, thinking he didn't stand a chance. Now the truth crushed me: those nights I took her to dinner, playing it cool, leaving her at the hotel with a polite kiss - he was there, fucking her raw.

My sweet, angelic Eve giving herself to Cyrus?

I couldn't stop the flood of images searing my mind - Cyrus, his hulking frame looming over Eve, his limp leg dragging as he positioned himself, rolls of fat spilling over his waistband, slick with sweat that dripped onto her pale, quivering body. Eve sprawled out, legs splayed wide, her skirt hiked up to her hips, soaked panties yanked down to her ankles. Picturing his fat hands on her perfect body made me sick, and harder than ever.

His dark, meaty hands gripped her thighs, spreading her further, her glistening pussy pulsing as he shoved his thick, veiny cock inside, stretching her obscenely. Sweat streaking down his flabby chest, pooling in the creases of his gut, splashing onto her flat stomach as he pounded her relentlessly, her small tits jiggling wildly under her blouse, nipples hard and straining against the fabric.

Her jet-black hair clung to her flushed face, mouth open in a filthy moan, drool trailing down her chin as she bucked against him, her ass slapping against his hairy thighs with wet smacks. Her clawing at his sagging back, legs trembling, cum and her own juices leaking down her crack, pooling beneath her as he grunted like an animal, his rolls rippling with every savage thrust.

I pictured them kissing - Eve, who loves kissing and tongue play, sucking Cyrus's tongue like it was a cock, her lips locked on his, oblivious to his missing teeth. The thought of her savoring his mouth, so eager and filthy, twisted my gut.

And then - her on her knees, that same eager mouth I knew so well wrapped around his fat black cock, sucking him off with abandon, spittle flying everywhere, coating her chin and his neck, her eyes rolling back in that frenzied way I'd seen so many times.

My vision blurred, head splitting with a deafening throb, the road lurching beneath me. I was pulling into the driveway now, headlights off, earphones still in, reality fracturing into shards. Eve's voice broke through the daze. "Okay, quiet now. Dave's home."

Slowly I exited the car, with the headphones still connected. Simon and eve were still talking.

"What can I say, Eve, you sure know how to have a time.

"Oh, pizza's here, hey, honey," Eve called out, her voice warm and easy, like any other night

Even after all the events and revelations of the day, I still managed a smile as Simone and Eve tried their best to look and sound casual.

I shuffled toward them, setting the pizza boxes on the table, trying to look normal. Eve glanced at me, her brow twitching a bit. "You okay, honey? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I swallowed hard, keeping my voice steady. "Yeah, I just think one of those beers didn't sit right. Been feeling off since I left," I said, keeping my voice steady. I grabbed a slice of pizza to play it off, my stomach knotting at the lie.

Eve stepped closer, her eyes searching my face, worry creasing her brow. She rested her hand on my arm, and I froze for a second, wondering if she'd washed her hands after groping Simon's cock. "Honey, you're really pale," she said softly. "You sure it's just a beer? Let me get you some water." Her voice was tender, full of concern, no sign she suspected I'd heard anything.

Simon shifted in his chair, fingers tightening around his beer bottle. He flashed an uneasy smile, trying to keep it light, he mumbled, "Hope you're okay, man, even back in college, a couple beers always hit you hard." Eve gave a soft chuckle as she turned to grab the water.