Corey lay on the couch in the dark in Ted's penthouse suite, pondering his existence. Watching Ted seduce his previously faithful and prudish wife was the culmination of decades of fantasies. Seeing Anna blissfully sucking and fucking Ted's huge cock to multiple orgasms turned Corey's world upside-down. It was painful to watch, yet at the same time it was the most intense excitement of his life. He had never endured such humiliation, nor enjoyed such thrills.
Corey was terrified of facing his wife in the morning.
Is she going to leave me?
he wondered. Corey had no idea what his cuckolding meant for his marriage or his family. There was only one thing he was sure of - he didn't want it to stop.
After what seemed like hours of silent brooding, Corey heard noises from the bedroom. The bed was shaking and his wife was moaning - quiet at first, then louder. It went on for a while, building up to a raucous crescendo before all became still once more.
An hour or so later, maybe two, it happened again. The bed shook and the lovers groaned rapturously. They weren't even trying to be quiet. Corey listened intently, his pulse racing, his cock so hard it felt like it would burst.
When dawn finally broke and morning light filtered into the room, Corey stared at the closed bedroom door, trying to picture the scene behind it. He envisioned his wife lying naked next to Ted, sheets and pillows scattered on the floor, her smooth skin covered in hickeys and dried semen.
Corey's heart skipped a beat when he saw the door slowly open and his wife step out from behind it, wrapped in a fluffy white hotel bathrobe. She walked over to her husband and kneeled by the couch, tenderly placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
Corey looked into her eyes. He was overcome with guilt and anger, both at himself and at her for letting things get so out of hand. Despite his feelings, his mind fixated on the fact that his wife's body was filled with multiple loads of sperm from Ted's big balls. Corey imagined it dripping down her thighs as she kneeled next to him.
"I... I don't know," Corey replied, feeling a powerful longing for his wife despite the jealousy and confusion clouding his brain. At that moment Anna seemed more desirable to him than ever before.
"Are
you
OK?" he asked.
Anna nodded sheepishly, as if she didn't want to admit it. "If you are," she replied. Anna could see that her husband was struggling for the right words, aching to express the painful emotions roiling inside him.
"Talk to me," she said lovingly.
Corey didn't know where to begin. He looked into her eyes, not saying anything. Finally, he spoke.
"Are we still...
us?
"
Anna nodded. "I hope so."
"But... how?" Corey stammered, his voice trailing off.
Anna took a deep breath and grasped her husband's hands in hers.
"Look, honey," she said. Corey could tell she had planned out what she was going to say. Whenever they had difficult conversations Anna went into business-executive mode, laying out the evidence as if she was giving a pitch in a boardroom.
"Let's take a step back and think about how we got here, OK?" Anna began, launching into her presentation.
"OK," Corey agreed, curious to hear his wife's perspective on getting seduced by a stranger in a bar and having wild sex with him while Corey watched.
"Well, you know I was practically a virgin when we got married, right?" Anna recalled.
Corey nodded. There was no question about that.
"My whole upbringing taught me sex was
bad
," she went on, "Catholic school, my crazy parents, even my older sister."
Corey listened, trying to connect the dots.
"Don't you get it?" Anna demanded. "You were supposed to teach me! You had all these twisted fantasies -
why did you keep them all to yourself?
"
Suddenly the light went on in Corey's head. She was right.
"You never took charge!" Anna accused. "We could have been doing amazing things for the past 17 years, but I was too uptight and you didn't bring me along. You didn't even try!"
Corey looked into Anna's eyes regretfully.
"I'm sorry, baby, but that's on you," she continued. "Last night was, I guess, the price you had to pay for all that."
Corey exhaled. Everything his wife was saying made sense. He never did try to spice up their lovemaking, despite his vivid desires. Not only did he take 'no' for an answer - he hardly even asked. He allowed Anna's pent-up sexuality to intensify for years, like dry tinder on a forest floor, until Ted finally came along with a match.
"So," Corey croaked, "where does that leave us?"
Anna took a deep breath. This was going to be the hard part of the conversation.
"I loved last night, baby," she said. "I'm not going to lie."
"Yeah, I kind of noticed," Corey replied snarkily.
Anna shrugged, brushing off his sarcasm. "Well, here's what I'm thinking," she said, "and I think you're going to like it. I hope you will."
Corey eyed her suspiciously, waiting for the shoe to drop.
"Now that I know what a real orgasm is, I can't go back," she confessed. "For the first time in my life I was a
slut
, honey, and I loved it. I loved the way Ted tossed me around and took what he wanted. He didn't ask. He just did it."
Anna looked into Corey's eyes and saw him listening attentively. "I
need
that, sweetheart," she added.
Anna's words thrilled Corey to the bone, each one sizzling in his ears, yet at the same time causing a sick feeling in his stomach.
"That's right," Anna continued, "I especially loved the way he dominated
you
. I could see how excited you were, but also scared and jealous at the same time. For some reason that really turned me on, even though it made me mad that you were so...
pathetic
."
Anna looked into Corey's face and saw the same awestruck look he wore last night while Ted was seducing her.
"Yeah, baby," she continued, "Being angry at you made me super horny. I don't know why - it just did."
Corey nodded knowingly. "That's exactly how I felt," he said quietly.
