I awoke late Saturday morning and my head was spinning with thoughts of the night before. Had that actually happened? Did my wife really suck and fuck her way through a party? And did it make me horny enough to jack off multiple times? Or was it a dream?
My phone put everything squarely in reality, as I scrolled through the texts I got from Rachel while using my wife's phone. The photos were making my dick get hard. What the hell was going on with me? I shut off the screen and tried to think clearly.
Stephanie was coming home the next day, so I needed to figure out what I was going to do.
I was having breakfast when Stephanie's text came through.
Wifey (11:04am): Good morning :)
Part of me wanted to text her back angrily and let her know that I knew everything and it was over between us, but that feeling subsided surprisingly quickly. When I thought about what Stephanie had done, it wasn't anger I felt, but horniness.
Me (11:05am): Hey honey, how was your party last night?
Wifey (11:05am): It was fun! Had some drinks but nothing too crazy lol
Me (11:06am): Good, I'm glad you had fun
Was I actually glad that she had fun? Maybe. Rachel's words were swimming in my head.
After breakfast I took a shower. After that, I sat down in the office chair at the computer. I was completely naked.
I went into incognito mode and ran a Google search for "wife with other men makes me horny." It wasn't long before I discovered that there were a lot of guys like me getting turned on by their wives with others. I learned about the terms "cuckold" and "hotwife." My cock was rock hard.
I spent most of the afternoon at the computer. I found message boards and Reddit posts with guys discussing their fantasies and stories, and found hot stories in the Loving Wives category on Literotica, but what turned me on the most were photos and GIFs with captions about Cheating, Hotwife, and Cuckold. I scrolled through endless images, getting hornier and hornier. I was touching myself slowly and gently, trying to make it last.
When I finally decided to cum, I was looking at a GIF of a close-up of a thick cock buried in the pussy of the girl that was riding him cowgirl. It was not unlike the photo I had of Stephanie's cunt being impaled by the frat boy while she was straddling him on the couch. In the GIF, the guy's balls were contracting upwards and his urethra throbbed as he pumped cum into the riding woman. The caption read "Right now, a stranger is emptying his balls into your wife."
That pushed me over the edge, and I came all over myself.
That night I was laying in bed, trying to sleep but sleep wouldn't come. My mind was wrestling with what I should do with the photos and with Stephanie. I turned my phone on and couldn't help myself by looking at the photos from the party. Of course I started to get hard again and then I wondered what Stephanie was up to right at the moment. It was her last night in her hometown and she had texted me goodnight an hour ago, and she was supposedly sleeping at her parents' house.
But what if she wasn't?
What if, right now, she was on all fours, with a man on his knees behind her, ramming his big cock into her pussy?
I closed my eyes and started stroking my dick. In my mind's eye I could see Stephanie's tits swinging as she got fucked. I could hear the slapping of his skin on hers. I could see the pleasure on her face and hear it in her moaning voice.
I came hard onto my chest and stomach.
As I was cleaning myself off in the bathroom, I made a decision. Stephanie being with other guys was a huge turn-on for me, and I was going to tell her everything and hope that she would be as into it as I was. Based on the photos from the party, I had a feeling she would be on board.
Now that I had made up my mind, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. When I got back into bed, I was asleep almost instantly.
The next day, Stephanie's flight touched down around 11am. I met her in the terminal, and her smile was radiant when she saw me waiting. We embraced, with my arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her body against mine. Then we kissed, and I couldn't help but think of the fact that her beautiful soft lips were recently on several cocks, and now those lips were touching my own.
On the drive home and through most of the day, Stephanie was telling me about her trip and going over everything that she did with her family and then with Rachel. Her version of events was that they went to the party, had a few drinks and a few laughs, and then took an Uber home. She told her story smoothly, and if I didn't have the texts from Rachel, I would have been none the wiser.
After dinner, we were sitting on the couch having a glass of wine. All day I had been trying to come up with a way to tell Stephanie everything I knew, but I couldn't seem to find the right time or the right words. I was hoping the wine might give me the liquid courage I needed.
She reached over and put her hand on my thigh. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I missed you."
There was lust in her voice and I could tell she was a little tipsy from the wine. I obviously knew that look on her face: she wanted to fuck.
I was feeling a little buzzed myself, and as I looked into her eyes I knew that it was the right time.
"I have a fantasy I want to tell you about."
I heard the words come out of my mouth before I really took any time to think about exactly what I was going to say.
A playful smile began at the corners of Stephanie's mouth. "Yeah? Tell me what you have in mind," she said and took a sip of her wine.
"I have been fantasizing about you with other men."
I watched her face carefully as I waited for her to respond. Her brow furrowed a little in confusion, but other than that I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her eyes were searching mine to see if I was being serious, and she could see that I was. She took a big swallow of wine.
"Well," she spoke cautiously, "Are you sure that's something you want? You wouldn't be jealous?"
Of course it made me jealous, but it also turned me on like crazy. Instead of responding to her question directly, I said, "I have something to show you."
I handed her my phone with the texts and photos from Rachel already up on the screen. As Stephanie looked at the first photo, which was her hand on the cock in the backseat, I watched her face again. I saw panic because she knew that I knew now. She didn't say anything, but as she scrolled through the rest of the photos I saw flashes of anger because whe was pissed at Rachel, and only a little shame that she had been caught. By the time she got through all the photos I saw something else in her eyes that let me know I made the right decision: she was horny.
She looked up from the phone screen and into my eyes. She was searching for what to say, but I spoke first.
"You asked if I would get jealous if you were with another man, and yes I was jealous, but something else happened that I did not expect. Seeing those photos made me incredibly horny. I jacked off to them more than once."
"Really?" she asked. "You liked it?"