This is about my wife and me working out our cuckold issues. If you don't go for that kind of thing, please read something else.
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Months after the insane episode in which my wife Sarah had fucked a stranger in my cab while I drove them down dark rural roads, we sat in a local bar together, Sarah in especially good spirits, and more than a little horny. We were having a great time, laughing, covertly rubbing each other under the table, and I felt a sense of hope for our relationship that I realized I hadn't had in a long time. How lucky was I? She was fucking radiant, super-sexy and I could fuck her anytime I wanted. It was a perfect evening.
And then suddenly, a look of panic on her face.
"What?" I asked. "What is it?"
"Oh, my god - it's that guy."
"What guy?"
I scanned the tables behind me, and then I saw him. He was at another table on the other side of the bar with another guy and two girls, the partying type. Laughing it up. The man who fucked my wife.
...
I need to go three months back to when it happened. When I had watched my wife fuck another man. It was equal parts erotic fantasy come true and emotional/psychological torture. He masterfully fucked my wife in my cab while I just watched and jerked off, eventually cuming on the passenger seat as he brought Sarah to a screaming orgasm - a more intense orgasm than I had even given her, I knew. And then he came in her mouth. Fuck. To top it off, she let it slip at the end that I was her husband - unintentionally, she claimed later. Too fuck-drunk to think about what she was saying. So the rest of the ride, after they were done fucking, I drove in humiliated silence.
As we approached civilization again, she began to dress. He tried to stop her, grabbed her arm.
"I want more. So do you - we're not done," kissing her deeply, caressing her naked breast.
She moaned, but broke the kiss. Looked at me in the mirror. I guess she read me right.
"No," she said, resignedly, pushing him back with a hand on his chest, and then running her fingers through his chest hair.
"No, that's all you get, you bad thing."
He didn't press. The both dressed, and she sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he looked out the window.
When we got back to the bar at which we had picked him up an hour or so earlier, I stopped at the far end of the parking lot, not wanting to be seen by anyone. I looked in the mirror and saw him remove a card from his wallet, which he held out to Sarah. When she reached for it, he snatched it away, holding it above his head, teasing her. She lunged at it, giggling as he kept moving it away from her. Finally he let her grab it, and he grabbed her body which was now leaning on his, and moved a hand down to her ass, squeezing it while he put his tongue in her mouth. Sarah returned his kiss, and then leaned back.
"Off with you now," she smiled.
Suddenly, he looked at my eyes in the mirror. I looked away immediately, but this made me feel stupid and submissive, so I forced myself to look back. He held my gaze, and then leaned forward.
"It was nice to meet you, Jessie. Seriously." He put a hand on my shoulder.
I studied his face for a trace of mockery or condescension, but he seemed to be speaking frankly. What could I say?
"Yeah, you too."
And with that, he was gone.
Sarah, still sitting in back, let out a sigh, leaned back, and gave me a sexy look in the mirror.
"Holy fuck, Jessie," she giggled.
"Yeah," I said lamely.
She reached in her purse and retrieved a tissue, and then cleaned up the mess I had made on the passenger seat before climbing up into it. For a moment she just sat there, staring ahead with a look like she couldn't believe what happened, then she looked at me, smiling.
"Holy fuck," she repeated, and then she maneuvered over and straddled me on the driver's seat, her hips squirming in my lap as she took my head in her hands and kissed me, exploring me with her tongue. I didn't know how to feel about the faint, pungent after-taste of the guy's cock and cum that still lingered. After a minute she looked me deep in the eyes and spoke.
"How hot was that for you?"
I didn't say anything. She put her hand down to my crotch, verifying that I was erect.
"Yeah," she said, giggling again, and planting a kiss on my mouth. "Are you okay? Say something."
"I gave you - I don't know how many signals to stop."
"Oh, baby." Suddenly concerned. "I told you to speak up if you really wanted me to stop. You wanted me to do it, baby. You were so fucking turned on, I could tell. I just cleaned up the proof." She nodded to the passenger seat where I had blown my load watching them.
"Let's go home," I said.
...
Once home, she dragged me to the bedroom - she was still wired up from the experience. She stripped me down, threw me on the bed and undressed herself. She was deciding to ignore my silence and dourness. I wanted to fuck her, yeah. It might be the last time I ever did. I wasn't sure I could stay with her after what had just happened. She was a total stranger to me.
"Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.
She smiled seductively.
"No."
She climbed onto the bed and walked up to my head, one foot on either side. Balancing with her hands on the wall, she squatted, lowing her pussy towards my face.
It didn't even occur to me to protest. Let her smother me with her freshly-fucked pussy, the pussy some stranger had just shoved his bare cock into. The depravity of it made me mad with lust. I licked her up and down her slit, shoving my tongue in her hole repeatedly, fucked her cheating hole with as much of my tongue as I could jam up there.
"Oh fuck, Jessie, god that's so good. Do you like your naughty wife's pussy?" She was grinding her pussy against my mouth. "Oh yeah, lick me where he fucked me. Lick me where he shoved his big fat cock in me."
I served her like that for what seemed like half-an-hour, she came, and then lay back on the bed.
"Fuck me now, Jessie."
I rolled onto her and shoved my cock into her in one easy stroke.I could tell I wouldn't last long. After that monster-size cock, was she a little looser? I thought about him fucking her, him feeling his cock stroking inside this same exquisite pussy. His cock stroking inside my wife's pussy just as I was now, getting the same pleasure from her. Giving her more pleasure than I could. I felt a flame of jealousy and lust, and knew I was about to cum. I pulled out of her and paused a moment, and then, instead of entering her again, I made my way up her body to straddle her face. I wanted to feel what he had felt at the moment of his orgasm. I also wanted to see if she'd let me cum in her mouth, like she had so eagerly let him: she'd always refused to let me do so before. She was prudish that way.
She smiled up at me, and I watched as she took me into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and stroked my shaft briefly before I exploded inside her warm, wet mouth. She took it. I was delirious with erotic pleasure as I squirted my seed into her.
When I had finished, I stayed there watching her, my hands against the wall, my softening penis under her chin. I made a sort of impulsive decision in my mind: if she swallowed, I'd try to make it work. If she didn't, I was done with her for good. I was aware how stupid it was, but I made a promise to myself to stick to it.
She smiled, opened her mouth to show me the cum, and then she swallowed.
"Fuck," she said, smiling. "I'm certainly getting the recommended daily minimum of that stuff today."
...
"That's not going to happen ever again, Sarah, okay?"
It was the next day - the memory seemed unreal in the light of day.
Sarah looked at me over her coffee with a concerned look.
"Whatever you want, baby. Are you okay?" Her hand on mine. "Jessie, look at me. It was for us, you know. I wouldn't have done it if wasn't for us - to help our relationship."
"I know. I think I know, anyway. No - listen. Let's put it behind us. We can make it work, just you and me."
"Of course, baby. I only want to make you happy."
"Where's the card?"
"Card?"
"The card he gave you."
"Oh," she said, and walked over to her purse. She took it out and gave it to me.
Hal Gregory
Owner, Gregory Sporting Supplies
Followed by contact information.
Hal, his name was.
"Have you contacted him?"
"No! Of course not."
I walked over to the sink and lit the card on fire, holding it to a corner until the flame obliterated it. Sarah watched my face serenely.
It was over.
...
Sex was hot between us in the weeks following. A few times, we took my cab out into the remote rural roads where the insane encounter had happened and reenacted the episode, with me playing the role of Hal, the stranger. I did to her the things he had done to her down the last detail, as closely as possible. Since I had, as you know, written it all down shortly after it had happened, there was no difficulty recalling details. It turned us both on, and it was a safe way to engage our fantasies.
In bed at home, when she closed her eyes while we made love, I would imagine what she was fantasizing about. I was confident that it was about other men fucking her instead of me. As painful as the truth of it was, the thought would only make me harder and bring me closer to orgasm.
We also played the "Stranger at a Bar" fantasy. We'd go to a bar separately, and I would pick her up, both of us pretending not to know each other. She'd play the dissatisfied housewife, out for an extramarital fling while hubby's out of town. I'd be the cocky ladies man who preyed on dissatisfied housewives. Then I'd take her to a hotel, and fuck her brains out in character.
"Bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?" Humping away in some new position I'd researched.
"Oh, god, no. God I love your big hard cock! My husband doesn't fuck me like you - god, I hope he doesn't find out! Oh yeah - keep doing that, you fucking stud!"
After a while, though, the silliness of it became harder and harder to ignore. Not to mention it seemed stupid to spend money renting hotel rooms in the same town in which we owned a house. So the role-playing tapered off and died.
In fact, in a matter of only a couple of months, the sex pretty much died again. Both of us seemed happy to accept excuses of fatigue or vague illness, and just watch a show and then go to sleep.
"Rain check. I'll make up for it tomorrow."
