Taing Advantage of Wife's Affair

Author's note: The following fictional story starts out the way so many infidelity stories do, but it will not end that way. All characters are over 21. Enjoy!

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My wife Jane tiptoed into the dark bedroom. It was late. I feigned sleep as I heard her turn the shower on, and then she padded softly past me to toss her sweaty and cum-soaked clothes into our hamper and grab a clean nightshirt.

In the darkness, silhouetted by the light from our bathroom, even at 35 she still looked incredibly sexy to me, long legs, perfect breasts, a swimmer's physique. Maybe it was the fact that we hadn't had sex in a long time, but seeing her there, I desperately wanted her.

Silently, I stood up behind her as she bent over the dresser looking for panties, and then she stood up and turned, almost jumping out of her skin from seeing me there.

"Jesus! Monty, you startled me!" She stammered, "What are you still doing up?"

I held still for a moment. I let her wonder what I knew, even as I could smell his spunk and sweat on her breath. I ran my hand up the back of her head, gripped a fistful of hair, and held her face to mine. Still holding her hair, I whispered angrily, "I saw everything. You sucked his cock, he shot a big sticky load all over your tits, then another hot load deep into your whore pussy, didn't he?"

She was about to say something, but I didn't need to hear her denials, regrets, or apologies. I'd seen what happened, how eagerly she gave herself to him. I'd take advantage of her guilt.

Roughly, I turned her, bending her over the bed, kicking her legs apart, and positioning my cock at her wet, dripping tunnel, almost daring her to protest. I'd been rock hard for a while now, almost painfully so, because of what I saw. With no foreplay or teasing, I drove my cock into her wet, sloppy tunnel and started fucking her, pounding her whore cunt as hard as I could. She was already primed by that young stud sleeping downstairs on my couch. Now she would feel what her husband could do to her wanton body. I fucked her hard and fast; each time I detected her approaching orgasm, I'd change up slightly to deny her that release, building and building the sexual tension in her body until she was at her limit.

She tried to muffle her moans and then her passionate wailing, and then, as her climax hit, an involuntary scream as her orgasm ripped through her body. I never stopped. I had been waiting a long time for this, and I was going to take full advantage of this opportunity to have sex with her. Her body shook as she came, yet I pounded my cock into her still, maintaining her state of euphoria until my own climax took me. I felt my cock swell to a hardness I hadn't felt in years, then explode inside her like a crashing wave. I felt my muscles contracting as I shot each powerful stream of semen into my wife, filling her up where her boy toy had just been. Then, exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, and after a moment, rolled off to lie next to her.

Panting like teenagers, covered in sweat, we just lay there silently for a moment.

"Shit! The shower is still on!" She jumped up, and I joined her in the steamy bathroom. As she bent over to adjust the water, I took her head into my hands and rubbed my dripping wet cock over her face and lips, smearing her boyfriend's cum and mine all over her, until she opened her mouth. I fucked her mouth with my semi-hard dick, forcing it as deep into her mouth as I could.

"Can you taste your boyfriend's cum on my cock?" I taunted her, "Do you love the taste of my cum too? Tell me how good it tastes!" But all she could manage was a garbled "Mmm mm." I let her suck me for a few more minutes, then helped her up.

I followed her into the shower, and for a few minutes, we simply washed each other in the hot steam and rushing water. She washed her hair, and I soaped her back. A moment of tenderness and peace--calm before the storm.

We finished, dried each other off, and climbed into bed, lying side by side in silence. I guess each of us was uneasy about breaking the silence.

We lay there together, unmoving, for a few long minutes; neither of us could sleep. Finally, I asked, "Why did you fuck him?"

She started, "I don't know; it just kind of happened..."

I stopped her. "I caught you cheating; don't start lying now too. You've been flirting with him since he came over this afternoon. You may as well have planned tonight--it worked out so well for you."

"Except the part where you spied on me," she accused.

I turned to her and said, "I was in bed, and I heard a noise, so I came back to check on you, and then when I saw what was happening. I watched you from the stairs. I saw you tease him, flirt, flash your tits, suck his dick, kiss him, and everything. It's done; you planned to cheat and then did. Now, tell me what the fuck you were thinking," I rumbled, somehow maintaining the outward appearance of calm.

She took a deep breath. "I guess I noticed his penis one day while he was helping with yard work. It was bouncing under his sweatpants, big, long, thick, and heavy. You know, we've always treated him like a son; he's been so sweet, so much a part of our lives. Then, seeing how he'd grown, watching his cock bouncing like that, I started thinking of him as a sexual thing, so innocent, but full of promise. I couldn't get it out of my mind! He never had much luck with girls. I guess I told myself I was, I don't know, coaching him in a way. Last night, the coaching became flirting, then more."

"So when I fell asleep on the recliner, you saw your chance?" I prodded.

"No, not like that," she told me, shaking her head. "It was genuinely a little harmless flirting, just for fun. Luke seemed to enjoy it and flirted back. It became a game of chicken, seeing how far we could go."

She sighed. "It got sexual pretty quickly. I was so enamored of him--he seemed to be genuinely turned on by my teasing, and that itself was arousing to me, and I felt so sexy."

That last statement hurt me. She was the one who shut down our sex life, claimed her drive was not there and refused to seek counseling or medical help. I was trapped in a sexless marriage, one that might have been fixable, but she refused, at least for me.

"Then I needed to see his penis. I glanced at it semi-hard, flopping around in his sweatpants like a salami, long and so thick. I became obsessed with seeing it, making it hard, seeing how big it was."

"Then sucking it, then fucking it with your whore cunt." I finished for her.

"Well, at least he pays attention to me!" She blamed me. I felt we were falling into our usual routine, and I had no stomach for it tonight.

"I certainly don't want to fight about that again. It turns out all you needed to feel sexy again was a virile young man with a big cock." I was peeved.

"Maybe," she admitted. I sighed. This was the closest we'd come to discussing sex in years, and it was about how she was suddenly aroused by another man.

"Why? Are you angry?" she asked.

"Of course I'm angry! You cheated on me! In my house! After denying me physically for months, maybe years, then you give yourself so eagerly to a stranger, a young man? I'm hurt, ashamed of us, and embarrassed by your wanton and risky behavior." I was brutally honest to her and myself. Had I just opened myself up to more hurt? Time will tell.

"But you got hard watching me, right? From the stairs like some voyeur," she criticized me.

"Here it goes," I thought.

She kept trying to make this my fault, but I wouldn't let her. "Was he a virgin before you seduced him? Before he fucked you with his big cock and emptied his young nuts into your whore cunt? His first time with a woman was an old slut in her husband's basement." My voice was level, and I was outwardly calm, but I didn't hold back. "Nice," I added, sarcastically.

She glared at me. "You watched! You could have stopped it at any time! But you were too busy getting your rocks off, weren't you?"

"Why stop you? You'd just have fucked him the first time I turned my back! Or some other guy, right? Any cock that walked by, as long as he was out of diapers, right?"

I wasn't sure if she was going to get angry with me or break down and cry, and I didn't care at this point. In fact, I was hoping for something, any strong emotion that would give me license to open up, tell her about the pain I felt, all this time living with her icy attitude toward me, until suddenly her libido caught fire with a stranger. My own feelings were confusing me, betrayal of course, but seeing that she could still be a sexual creature gave me a glimmer of hope for our marriage. The first glimmer I'd had in a long time.

"No, it wasn't like that," she protested. "It was Luke, and we know him--it just got out of hand."

Up until now, our sexual problems were severe enough to have me casually looking into divorce, an option I did not relish pursuing. Jane was still my wife and, at one time, my best friend. Walking away from 15 years of shared history over sexual problems didn't seem like something I could heal from. I was in a quandary.

After a while, she sighed, "What happens next?"

I was silent for several long minutes.

"You let a stranger fuck you in my house, behind my back, making me a cuckold. You were unfaithful, and you betrayed our marriage. I don't want to and won't live that way."

"He's not a stranger. It's just Luke! Remember?" she argued. Then she tried to change topics. "You're not a cuck. Think of it as an experiment in open marriage. You know, it's not that unusual anymore. Besides, it's just Luke--he's OK, right?" she reiterated trying to minimize the significance of the events.

I wasn't convinced. Was having a friend fuck my wife any better than a stranger? And Luke? I liked him. Her careless seduction of my young friend might have removed two people from my life if things went sour.

"He's a grown man now, an adult. He fucked another man's wife, willingly, as if you were his whore. He's not going to marry you or be there for you. He's just going to empty his nuts into your pussy and walk away. If you loved me, you wouldn't force that life on me." I stated plainly, then added, "The woman I married wouldn't do that to herself."

Then I lamented to no one in particular, "Luke, what did you do!"

She looked as if she was going to argue, then paused. "So now you're blaming him?" She almost spat.

I looked at her incredulously. "Hardly. He didn't come over to seduce you--that's all on you, wife."

I sighed. We're fighting again. I tried a different tack. "What's done is done. He'll be hound-dogging around the house all summer, now that he knows how easy you are."

Jane started tugging on my cock. "Would that be such a bad thing?" she asked. "Maybe you won't mind where I get my inspiration from?" I felt my dick getting hard. "Fuck!" I thought, "My own cock is betraying me now."

"Just tell me why." I asked, "Why have an affair?"

I'm not sure why I demanded to hear her side, as I'd seen the whole thing. Maybe I wanted her to lie to me, as an excuse for me to get angry. Of course, she made it seem as if Luke had come on to her. His cock "accidentally" fell into her mouth, then her pussy, then her mouth again. From what I saw, she had deliberately seduced him, teasing him until his hormones took control of his brain. I smiled when I thought that, up until she'd flashed her tits at him, Luke had no idea what was happening.

As she finished relaying the story, I realized I was getting hard again.

"You want this, don't you? A fling with a younger man?" I asked. She was about to reply when I said, "If you say 'no,' you'd better mean it. If you lie and I catch you again, it's over between us. I'll divorce you and make sure everyone knows why." She looked at me. "Tell me the truth, and tell yourself too. Admit you want this."

She signed. "Yes, I want him." She said, "Now what?"

"Is he sleeping downstairs now?" I inquired. She nodded again. "Yes, I was thinking of making him breakfast in the morning, then fucking him again before he leaves," she quipped like it was no big deal. That seemed to make it hurt even more. I guess for her it was easy to fuck a stranger, but recently fucking me was too much of a bother.

"Don't tell him I know yet. I need some time to think. Fuck him if you want, then send him off." I groused, still pissed that I was somehow losing this fight.

She looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "You seem pretty cool with this."

"The fact that I'm speechless doesn't mean I'm OK," I corrected her. She was taking advantage of the fact I'd been sexually frustrated for so long, and perhaps willing to take any attention she offered me.

My head was ready to explode. I felt like the ground was moving under my feet, threatening to knock me over and crush me at any moment. My wife, unfaithful, cheated with my young friend. Now my marriage, already rocky, is changing, or over, depending on what happens next.

Then there was me. Why did I let it continue? I watched it all happen. I could have stopped it at any time. The second I let it continue, I was complicit, trapped by my lust. Then, instead of being furious with her, I allowed my wife to seduce me too, while her body was still covered in the sweat and semen of her lover.

I wasn't ready to talk about my feelings, so I changed topics. "Young men wake up with a hard-on, and he'll be ready," I added, unnecessarily. "Once he figures out you're giving it away, he'll be here pretty often."

I meant that last part as an insult, but in the darkness I thought I caught Jane smiling.

As Jane drifted off to sleep, I found it harder to relax. As I lay there, the memory kept playing over and over in my head. I kept wondering what I could have done differently or what I need to do now before this bullshit snowballs out of control.

When Luke returned from college for summer break, the first thing I noticed was that he'd packed on 20 or more pounds of lean muscle. I asked him once about what sports he played on campus, and he answered, "None." Fuck! How is that fair? At 36, I'd been spending 2 hours a day in the gym or running, and didn't look that good. He beat me in the physique department by playing video games and eating junk food.

He was always kind of an awkward kid, in the 5 years we knew him, but when he knocked on our door a few weeks ago, I noticed that now, at 19, his features that used to look boyish now had an edge, a dashing maturity about them: dark hair spouted on his chin, outlining his cheekbones, and covering his forearms and chest. Definitely a young man now.

Luke usually came over to hang out with me. We'd toss a ball, or talk video games, or he'd help around the yard. Jane mostly put up with him, except for today. Today, she seemed to take a special interest in him, laughing at his jokes and making a point to hang out with us. I saw that as a good thing, as I liked Luke and didn't want his visits to be a source of tension.

Then a few hours ago, all three of us were in our basement, watching a movie on the big screen TV, Both Luke and Jane seemed to get tired of the movie, and moved over to our game table to play Scrabble. It was a boring movie, for certain, and I started to doze off in my recliner. I was glad they were getting along.

At the table, I heard whispering, then Jane gasping, then giggling, and then both of them giggling at once. My first thought was she was flirting with him, as I was very familiar with how my wife of almost 15 years behaved. It was undoubtedly nice to hear her in a good mood for a change, as our sex life had been in a downward spiral for the last few years. It was undeniably fun to hear her flirt, as I hadn't seen her in an amorous mood in a long time. In my drowsy state, I didn't consider that she wasn't flirting with me. After one particularly loud laugh from their direction roused me from my attempt to fall asleep, I wished them goodnight, flipped the TV off, and left for bed. Luke tended to come and go as he liked, so it wasn't unusual to leave him alone. Only this time he wasn't alone. I wasn't even sure they noticed me leaving.

I felt safe leaving her with Luke. He was a neighbor's kid--we'd known him for years, and now, freshly back from his first year of college, it was nice to see how he'd grown.

Back in our bedroom, I was lying on our bed trying to relax again, listening to the muffled sounds of Jane and Luke's game from the basement. For some reason, I felt uneasy, and almost as a second thought, I flipped up my laptop and opened up the FaceTime app. I sometimes used our big-screen TV for conference calls. I had installed a webcam on it years ago. I put my earbuds in and silenced my mic. The camera was still aimed directly at the table, but with the TV off it would be unnoticed.

"P E N I S," she spelled out, "Five points!"

"C O C K," he replied, putting tiles down on the board.

"Oh, I can make that 'S U C K E R'," she exclaimed. They both laughed.

"I only have 3 tiles, I need to pull new ones from the bag," Luke said.

"That will cost you your shirt!" Jane said eagerly, "You know the rules!"

Luke pulled his shirt over his head, flexing his muscles a few times as if he were cold. Jane cooed her appreciation, "Oh, baby." I hadn't noticed before how muscular he'd become after only a year away at college, but Jane certainly noticed it, it seemed.

Luke put a few tiles down on the board. "A N A L," he spelled out.

Jane put her hand to her mouth and gasped in feigned shock, then they both laughed. She touched his hair, then ran her hand along the muscles in his arm. "You're terrible!" she admonished.

I could not believe what I was watching. My wife of 15 years, flirting and playing strip Scrabble with the neighbor's kid. Well, young man, I guess he just finished his first year of college and was home for the summer. He liked to spend time with us; there were few other young men or women nearby, and he often complained about his parents arguing at home. I knew them both, Bell and Ted. They were good people, but they did have a strained relationship in the past. Luke visited us and helped with chores and the yard work and was good company and a sweet kid. He was the surrogate son that we never had.

I hit "Record" on the laptop, and then I decided to see what was happening for myself, maybe rejoin them for a little late-night fun. I carefully crept back to the basement stairs and perched on the top steps, falling back into the shadows. From here, I could see everything. I hesitated for a moment.

Jane giggled again. She was like me, in her mid-30s, with auburn hair, green eyes, and full lips. She had an athletic build, strong legs, and luscious, firm breasts. A perfect female physique. I'm sure that was not unnoticed by Luke.

"F E L L A T I O," Jane spelled, putting her tiles on the board using the "L" that was already there.

"Is that a legal word?" Luke inquired.

"It's a nicer word for 'cocksucking,' and a darn sight better than the weak four-letter words you've been playing with!" she retorted.

She leaned over as if to help him find his next word, with Luke putting one of his hands on her waist. Jane was leaning into him a bit, their faces close.

Jane noted, "I'm almost out of tiles..." Then she moved as if to remove her T-shirt. She hesitated, looking over at Luke.

He looked around and whispered, "Um, you know, take your top off." Jingling the bag of tiles, as if to entice her.

"She wouldn't," I thought.

"You do it," she told him, sticking her hands up. Luke looked around as if this was a trick, and then he looked back at Jane, afraid to push things too far. She posed and teased him, asking, "What are you afraid of? They don't bite!" He tentatively reached over and pulled her top up and off, exposing her breasts. (When did she take her bra off?) His virgin eyes were fixed on her chest, now exposed just inches from his face. I'm sure he'd been aware of those amazing tits for years, but now here they were, bare and bouncing right in front of his face.