Ch. 02 A Matter of Trust.
By OlympusMons90
I was running late as I entered the restaurant, looking around to spot my wife already seated at a table. I quickly made my way over to her.
"Hi honey, I'm so sorry I'm late. Work and then traffic, I should have left earlier."
"It's only ten minutes, don't sweat it."
"It's our anniversary for the night we first met a year ago, I wanted to make it special."
"Don't worry, it'll be special, I'm sure. Pour yourself a glass of wine and stop fretting already."
I did just that. As I sat there looking over at my wife, I couldn't help but feel like I was the luckiest man in Atlanta. She was wearing a beautiful black dress with her hair done up for the evening, she looked absolutely gorgeous.
From the moment I met Taylor a year ago, I knew that I'd met the woman I'd been waiting for, to have a family with, to spend the rest of my life with. It sounds kind of cliche, but it was more about how her personality worked in with my own. Taylor's personality was more outgoing then my own, she was confident and cheeky. But at the same time, she was passionate and loving. That's not to say that I'm none of those things, just that how much of each in my personality works in well with hers.
I'm a little more reserved compared to her outgoing nature. I'm not as confident as she is in speaking in front of a room full of people, but I am when dealing with just a few. I don't say as much as she does, I like to keep what I say to what needs to be said. You could call it 'efficient' conversation perhaps. I too am a little bit cheeky, so that works well, although I would say that she is a little more passionate than I am in most things. We both are loving, enjoying snuggling together, holding each other or just with random acts of affection. Some women I've dated don't go for that, so it works well that both Taylor and I like to have and show affection for each other.
Taylor started to smile at me that way she does, with her beautiful pale green eyes staring into mine with a look that was like she's trying to guess what I'm thinking.
"What is it, Roger?"
"I was just admiring you, god you look so beautiful tonight."
"Thank you, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to hit on me good sir."
"Yes madam, I'm definitely trying to hit on you. I'm hoping for more than just a kiss tonight as well."
"You will have to dance with me first. You'll have to earn my affection, or I'll say good day to you sir."
I smiled at Taylor, enjoying our silly banter. We chatted throughout our dinner, her sister Paige was now expecting any day and Taylor couldn't hide her excitement.
When we got home, I did indeed give her that dance in our lounge room. A slow waltz followed up with heavy kissing. We ended the night in our bedroom, with the sex being even better than normal, and our normal was good. As we laid there in each other's embrace in our post-coital haze, I couldn't help but think about the videos, about the conversation with her ex-boyfriend that took place weeks ago now. Fuck him, I need to stop thinking about that shit all together.
The next morning, I woke up with Taylor already out of bed. That's not unusual as she tends to always beat me out of bed in the mornings. Difference was this is a Saturday though and she normally likes to sleep in today. I sat up, rubbing my face as I could hear the shower running.
By the time I dragged my ass out of bed the shower had stopped, Taylor came back into the bedroom naked with just a towel wrapped around her head. I tried to grab her ass, but she smiled and fought my hands away.
"Come on gorgeous, how about an early morning quickie?"
"Sorry, I really can't. I just got the call from Eric, Paige has just gone into labor. I'm heading to the hospital to help look after little Kyle. Did you want to come, or do you want to stay home? I'm going to be there for quite a while probably."
"I'll let you go, I might join you there later once the new baby has arrived."
"Sounds good. We can have some breakfast then, or lunch, depending on how long the birth takes."
"Alright, call me with any updates, okay?"
"For sure."
Taylor got dressed and was out the door in just minutes. She was about to become an aunt for the second time. I was left sitting there feeling a bit horny and with nothing to do. I made myself a coffee and went into the study, opening up my laptop. I didn't go in there with the intention to watch any of the videos I had of Taylor from her past relationship with Ben, or at least that was what I was telling myself.
But I found myself placing the first USB drive back into my laptop and looking at the folders. I went to the folder after her birthday weekend and opened it. She was with a new white guy who had dark hair and a number of large tattoos across his chest. Just like the others he looked very buff like a football player. Ben had been right about one thing, she definitely did have her type.
I found myself skimming through the first video in the folder, she had given him a blowjob then they had sex before he came on her face. I moved to the next video, it was in the same hotel room as the first, this time they spent most of the time fucking doggy-style. Ben even got underneath them to get a great camera angle of the guy fucking Taylor from behind. They then switched positions a few times before the guy came all over Taylor's breasts.
The third video seemed to go a bit longer than the other two, it was mainly them making out and then fucking in a missionary position before he came in her. It wasn't that hard or fast, it was more casual like a Sunday morning fuck would be. Maybe this was their Sunday morning fuck.
I moved onto the next folder which was five weeks since the last. They had another new guy, he was another solid looking black guy and the hotel seemed to be the same as with the last folder. I guess they must have had regular places they liked to go to have the hook-ups, not inside their own place.
There were two videos for this weekend, the first video went through all the usual things, a blowjob, some pussy eating, missionary, doggy, Taylor riding on top, before back to missionary for the finale of the guy cumming inside of my future wife. I can't believe how quickly I was becoming so numb to watching the younger version of my wife getting fucked by some athletic black guy in a hotel room. I wasn't fretting about this anymore, I didn't feel jealous or angry. I wasn't so sure how I felt about these videos now, maybe I really was still just feeling a little numb to it all.
But then something new happened, after Ben got a closeup shot of her pussy leaking cum, he handed the camera off to the guy who then filmed Ben going down on Taylor. Fuck me, Ben is eating the cum out of her. I quickly closed the video, I wasn't expecting or prepared to see that sort of thing. Okay, that answered my question I previously had about if they got kinkier the more they did this. And I was only up to the fifth folder from the first year they were into this stuff. Just how much kinkier would they get I wondered?
I left the other video from that weekend and moved onto to the next folder. It had the same blonde guy from the first two folders. Maybe he's their regular guy for these. I skimmed through again, there was no cum eating this time, thank god. The third video did have Ben interviewing Taylor after she had finished fucking the blonde guy again. The guy didn't seem to be in the hotel room any longer so I'm assuming he'd left already. I thought this part would be good to listen to.
"So, how did you enjoy being with Gary again? Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, it was nice."
"Just nice? I thought you would've rated him higher than 'just nice'?"
"What can I say, he's alright but I've had better." As Taylor began to giggle coyly.
"Oh, so what did you find better about the other guys you've been with?"
"I don't know, maybe they fuck me a bit harder than Gary does. That they're a bit bigger than him too."
"So, you prefer to be fucked nice and hard by big cocks, do you?"
Taylor nodded 'yes' at the camera while smiling and looking embarrassed at the same time.
"It's okay, you can say it. I don't mind."
"Alright, I do love getting fucked hard by big cocks, the bigger and the harder the better."
Taylor was laughing now, I'm not sure if she really means what she's saying or just saying it for Ben's benefit.
"You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Yes I am, and so are you."
"Me, how am I naughty? I just sit here and record you. There's nothing naughty about that."
"Yes there is, I see you playing with your little dick while they fuck me, that's pretty naughty I think."
"Do you like it when I masturbate while watching you? Does that turn you on?"
"Yes, of course it does. I love watching you play with your little dick while a real man fucks me. But what you did last time, that was the best."
"When I cleaned you after? Did you like that?"
"Very much. That was so sexy, that I got to share it with you."
Okay, I had to stop the video. This was getting difficult to hear and I couldn't believe most of it was coming from Taylor. Again, was she really into this or was she just saying it for him? I know he's a kinky fucker, who the hell eats another man's cum from their girlfriend? But did she really enjoy it, or was she just saying it because it's what he wants to hear?
I was trying to get off on watching my wife get sexy from a few years before we met, but instead I'm finding out just how kinky her and her then boyfriend were prepared to get. This might just be the start too, I'm not sure if I could handle them getting any weirder than this.
I had to ask myself again, why am I watching these videos once more? I really shouldn't be watching this stuff, but I was still feeling horny. It's like I was being drawn in to watch the next one and the one after that. I opened the seventh folder in the list, starting the first video.
Again, they were in a hotel room, but it was different to the hotel in the other folder. The guy that walked into view of the camera in the room was the same guy from her birthday weekend videos, the well hung athletic black guy.
