CH 05
It was nearly 11 am, and Vic still hadn't heard from Melissa. At this point, he was getting worried. What if something bad happened? Jesus, what if that guy was some sort of maniac and killed her? Vic told himself not to be ridiculous, but still. His heart hadn't stopped beating out of his chest all morning. He wondered if he should call her. He SHOULD call her, but he waivered. What if he interrupted her? He didn't want to come across as jealous or needy. But still. It was almost 11!
As Vic stared at the phone in his hand, it was almost like he willed it to connect him with his wife. It pinged! And it was from her!
"Baby, I'm sorry it's so late in the am. I'm checking out now and will be home in a couple of hours. I'm ok. I'm great, actually! I just need to be with you. I need you to hold me. I'd rather not talk right now. I need to be with you."
Vic was relieved. Ok, he thought to himself. There's not much to go on here. But she wasn't murdered, she hadn't run off with the Andre... and "'I'm great, actually." What did that mean, exactly? Vic's stomach was churning. How was he supposed to respond? He wanted all the information, right now! But just like he had known for years, he couldn't push her. She'd come to it in her own time. He couldn't force it.
"Baby! I was getting so worried. I'm all kinds of wired up. Please hurry home to me. I miss you. I need you. I don't know how I'm going to handle the next 2 hours!"
Thankfully, her reply was immediate. "Baby!!!! I looooove you! Here's a little something to whet your appetite while you wait."
Her text was followed by a video. He stared at the image, thumb hovering over the play icon. He would recognize that ass anywhere. It was definitely Melissa and her round, firm ass. The ass of a 20 year old, he always told her. Vic could worship that ass for hours. But one thing was different. The tattoo on her hip, the little red devil, was covered by a big hand. A black hand. "HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT" kept rattling around Vic's brain on repeat. He couldn't exactly see what was happening in the video, but he knew. He was about to watch his wife get fucked by Andre.
Insanely, Vic looked around him. He knew he was home alone, but still. What if someone else saw this video?! Jesus. He could only imagine what would happen if one of his friends or neighbors saw it! Fuck!
He made sure his sound was on, but not too loud. Vic smirked; he realized that he was worried about someone outside hearing or witnessing what he was about to see. Insane!
He hit play, and instantly his heart dropped into his stomach. Melissa's loud, guttural moans came blaring through immediately. And HOLY JESUS! Look at that cock! It was even bigger than in the photo Andre had sent last night. And it just slid in and out of his little blonde wife's pussy, effortlessly with impossibly long thrusts. Vic noticed that Melissa wasn't just being fucked; she was fucking that big black cock. Her tight, bubbly ass kept pushing back on to Andre's dick. Every time Andre's pelvis was right against her ass, Melissa let out a unique, high pitched "EH!" Vic hadn't heard that noise from her before, not even with their big toy.
"SLAP!" Andre's big hand had just smacked Melissa's ass. And that was it. The video ended. Vic realized he hadn't breathed the entire time. And he was rock hard. Embarrassingly so.
Vic collapsed on to the couch. "Well," he thought to himself, "this is it. She did it. She actually did it. I HAVE A HOTWIFEEEEE!!!!!" Vic wanted to yell it. Shit; why not? Why couldn't he?
"I have a HOTWIFE!!!!" Vic yelled. But, to be honest with himself, it was probably only 25% of full volume. "I have a hotwife!" He was louder this time, easily 50% of full volume. He did have neighbors, after all. He shook his head. Who in their right mind would ever even know what a Hotwife was?! Surely, no one in his vanilla, suburban, boring little neighborhood. This sort of thing might be a bit more common in California, but certainly not in the Midwest.
Vic stared at his phone. He watched the video again. He watched as that big, girthy black cock slid in and out of his wife. After he smacked her ass, the camera actually pivoted a bit and Vic could see Andre himself. The dude had the biggest shit-eating grin Vic had seen! That guy knew he was fucking another man's wife, and he was reveling in it!
Vic felt a flicker of shame. How had it come to this? Vic had always been hyper-alpha, self-assured and confident. He worked out 5 days a week and was one of the strongest guys at the gym. At 5' 10" tall, and 200 lbs., there weren't many guys who could outlift him. He shook his head again, picturing his various gym bros. They would never imagine, in a million years, that Vic's biggest fantasy, the one thing he had wanted and yearned and wished for, was to have his wife fuck another guy. And now it had happened! Vic knew that every single one of his gym buddies would give anything to be with his wife, his sweet Melissa. They never broached the subject; they would never think of disrespecting Vic like that.
Vic and Melissa had talked about this often. She couldn't believe it when he had first confessed this insane fantasy to her. At first, it was just bedroom talk. But one night, after he had cum and then used a dildo to make her cum, he just had to tell her. Vic still remembered it vividly. He had been terrified, but the post-coital bliss had helped him overcome his fear. It was one thing to tell her to "Take that big dick, baby. Cum on his big dick" while in the heat of the moment. It was something else entirely to bring it out into the light of day, when both of them were spent, exhausted, and sated.
Melissa had been laying beside him, her head on his outstretched arm, her blonde hair splayed out across the pillow. "Baby," Vic had said, "You know, it's not just talk. I really do want to see that."
"See what?" had been her reply.
"You know." Vic said. "You. I want to see you with someone else. I want you to fuck a big dick and cum like crazy from it."
"Shut up!" had been Melissa's immediate reply. "You're crazy. I would never cheat on you!"
Vic could tell at the time that she was mad. Like, really mad. So, he backpedaled a bit but didn't lie to her. He had told her about how much he loved it when she came; about how bad he felt when he couldn't last long enough for her to cum and even worse, the times he couldn't stay hard. How he loved her insatiable desire for sex, but how he felt bad about not being able to meet it.
It was just the first of many conversations. Many, many, many conversations. But it had opened the door. Over the years since, they often talked about this fantasy. She had even worn an anklet on their vacation to Vegas. God, that had been thrilling! She had dressed so slutty that hotel security at The Bellagio had stopped them, thinking she was an escort! Ha! Of course, as soon as they got to the room that's exactly what they roleplayed. And it had been fantastic! Vic had taken her, hungrily, as she was bent over the desk in the room. He had stared out of the window to his right, watching the fountains explode in their musical dance, as he fucked his gorgeous, sexy escort. She had played along, of course, urging him to cum by telling him that his 30 minutes was almost up and she'd have to charge him more if he went over his time!
