After seeing my pretty wife, Julie, take a load deep in her cunt and throat from complete strangers, I went through a range of emotions. I felt excited, horny, sad, worried, angry, bewildered. Just a short month ago, she had brought up the idea of starting an Only Fans page to earn extra money.
After seeing the live video stream that night, I had opened a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and poured a tall glass. Neat. Drank it down in three long drinks, then poured another. I had no idea how to confront her about what I'd seen. And I couldn't ignore what it did for my cock. Anytime I thought of my wife being fucked, filled, and covered by strange men's thick cum and hard cocks, my own cock rose and became hard as granite, begging to be stroked.
After finishing a third glass of bourbon, I found myself in bed, naked and drifting into asleep. Julie was nowhere to be found.
I awoke to a warm, wet sensation around my cock. I looked down. Julie was deep throating my cock. The TV was on, mirroring her cell phone. I felt a wet, warm finger press against my asshole and I spread my legs, instinctively. Her finger entered. I gasped. Julie was taking my aching cock--still full and inspired by images of her complete slut transformation online and public earlier tonight--deep down her throat and her tongue was bathing and rubbing the underside of my cock, just beneath the head. I moaned. Another spit-lubed finger slipped inside my ass and she rubbed against my prostate. I felt a tingling in my body like I'd never felt before. Like my whole body would orgasm. Where did she learn this? She had been so vanilla since we married and I'd been left to fulfill fantasies like this via pornhub and phone sex hotlines. What else had she done after the Only Fans video stream ended tonight?
"Babe, I have something to show you," she said, between mouthfuls of my hard cock. Mirroring her phone onto the bedroom TV, she started playing the video stream from the bar earlier. I see her dancing with strangers, getting felt up. Then I see her skirt lifted again, revealing her puffy pussy lips and large clit. And while she sucks and worships my cock and fingers my ass and rubs my prostate I see her on the TV screen on her knees taking the fat, thick cock of a stranger into her mouth.
I moan. Then, on the screen, the black cock comes out and for the second time in 12 hours I see my wife sucking the massive, thick, black cock. I see my wife is not watching me but has moved so she can also see the TV screen and herself taking the large black cock in her mouth.
"You're not mad, are you?" she says.
My cock is so hard against her throat and my prostate is pulsating as she pumps it with her fingers inside my ass. I'm too horny to be mad. I'm too close to cumming.
"I wanted to tell you," she says, slipping my cock briefly from her mouth but keeping her fingers rubbing against my prostate. "But I didn't know it would go so far."
"You should have asked me," I say, between moans.
Julie, my pretty wife, takes my cock from her mouth, looks up at me with her deep brown eyes and smiles at me. She puts a third finger inside my ass and rubs my prostate. My body is buzzing. I feel like I will cum without her even touching my cock.
"I'm asking you now," she says, still pumping her fingers against my prostate. "See, I saw all your porn history on the laptop in the bathroom. You're so kinky I figured you'd be OK with it. You hadn't fucked me forever any way. And on your laptop, I saw all the pegging, hot wife, group sex, MMF, Cucking, prostate milking, ruined orgasms, and even trans porn." She rubbed her fingers against my prostate while she talked.
"I'm gonna cum," I gasp.
"Ah, and I'm not even touching your cock. Look at the TV. See the huge beautiful cock in my pussy. See the thick cock head pumping in and out of your wife's slutty cunt? See my pussy lips wrapped around his huge thick cock? He's about to cum in your pretty wife. See." She pumps her fingers against my prostate. "And look at you--you don't even need your cock touched to cum, do you?"
I gasp. My entire body buzzes intensely like never before. I see my wife convulse on the screen while a hot load of cum shoots deep into her womb. Her face turns from an expression of concern to one of joy. My cock starts to spasm and leak cum.
She laughs. "Look at you. Cummming while you watch your wife get creampied. With my fingers in your ass. And your cock getting no action. And look at their big pretty cocks. Look at the cum about to fill my mouth."
My cock leaks more cum while my wife takes a load in her mouth and then another across her face on the screen. Julie slips her fingers out of my ass. "There, I knew you'd like that. Such a good husband. We're going to have so much fun now. You don't have to hide anything you want on the computer anymore. You'll get it all. And so will I. I'll get you a towel. There's cum all over your chest. You must be really turned on by what you see. There's a little drop on your chin!" Jule gets up from the bed and walks into the bathroom.
I lay in the bed. What the hell just happened, I wonder. I don't know what I'm feeling. There is an instant sense of guilt after the orgasm is over. Did she see all of my porn?
Julie walks back in and throws a towel on the bed. "Get cleaned up. You were such a good boy." She kisses me on the forehead and lays down beside me. "I think you liked my fingers a lot." She laughs. "I'm worn out. What a long fulfilling day! Night babe."
I lay on the bed, starting to feel hungover. I think about the video and Julie.
***
I wake up late the next morning and afternoon light spills over the bed. Julie is gone. I walk into the kitchen and find a note that reads:
Morning babe. That was so hot last night! I noticed most the bourbon is gone. Drink some coffee and I'll be home soon. I'm going shopping. We made a lot of money last night! I'm so glad you're understanding. You're the best husband. Be home later.
Love,
Julie
Her handwriting is feminine and curvy, just like her breasts, ass, and perfect pussy lips.
I make some coffee and think. I remember. What I saw. What she said. Look it over for hidden meanings. Where do we go from here? What the hell is her surprise?
I decide I need to finish investigating her Only Fans page. What led her to this point?
I sit at the kitchen table in a robe and log into her laptop. I go to her messages on her Only Fans page. There are hundreds. I start sorting through them. Most of them are full of compliments and dick pics. I find one correspondence that Julie seems more invested in than the others. I wonder why. I scroll back through the old messages. Back in the first few messages I quickly uncover why my wife is so drawn to this man. He has sent several pictures of his cock. The size and scope of his cock is hard to believe. He is a fit guy with abs in his thirties and his cock must be 10" long, nearly as thick as a Coke can and is uncut. If a sculptor wanted to find a perfect and absurdly large cock to use as a model, he could do no better. His cock is a work of art. Huge, thick, perfectly proportionate. His name is Cliff. I clearly see what my wife sees in him.
I read their correspondence closely. They are discussing my porn viewing preferences, and discussing plans to meet. I notice my cock is making a tent in my robe. But I also feel betrayed. If the other night went too far, this felt premeditated. But I keep going back to the fact that she hasn't done anything yet. And that makes me feel better.
The garage door opens and a moment later Julie walks in. I've closed her laptop and am up making more coffee.
Julie is wearing a short plaid skirt that nearly shows her ass and she is carrying three large shopping bags.
"What'd you get?" I say.
"That's the surprise," she says. She smiles deviously and flashes a knowing glance at me with her deep brown eyes. She looks so pretty. And I find her even more attractive now that she has become such a perfect slut. She walks past me and raises her skirt to show me that she's wearing no panties and also is wearing a butt plug.
Julie walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to the guest bedroom that has become her Only Fans studio. I hear her shuffle bags and opening packages.
"Time for your surprise!" she says from the bedroom.
I walk into the back bedroom.
Julie is sitting on the bed, still wearing her paid skirt and a red blouse that reveals her cleavage. She pats the bed beside her. I sit down beside her. "Face the camera," she says. "We're going to make a movie. It's live now. I want you to unwrap me, and I want you to be completely honest with me."
"OK," I say. I figure we are way past hiding anything at this point.
"So what do you think I'm wearing under the skirt?"
"A butt plug?"
"And?"
"No panties?" I say.
