Thans for the Ride

A house in the far-flung suburbs was all we could afford with our single-salary household. When my wife decided to go back to school, I told her I could take care of us both. But the finances were beginning to take a toll.

"You're doing your best, honey. And I'll finish business school soon," she said.

"I know. But I don't want you to worry about finances. I want you to focus on school."

"Maybe... we could sell my car?"

We both knew what that meant. My work was at a very inconvenient location. There was no way I could drive her to school and drive to work in time. Jenna would be at the mercy of public transit.

Our city didn't invest at all in public transit. This meant Jenna woke up every day at the crack of dawn, caught the train into the city, and still found she was late for class.

Two weeks into her semester, she came home tired and deflated.

"I was late for class every day this week. I hate how bad the train is," she said as I massaged her shoulders to relax her.

"I feel bad. Maybe you should take the car and I can take the train to work," I offered.

"Don't be ridiculous, Tim! You can't be late for work."

"I just wish there was someone you could carpool with."

"Funny you should say that. Mark actually offered to drive me to and from school every day," she said.

Not this guy again. Mark was a new friend she'd made at business school. They'd only known each other two weeks, by the way she talked about him you'd think they were best friends. Jenna talked about him every day.

Mark said this today. Mark made a joke in class. Mark this, Mark that.

"Oh... that sounds good? Why didn't you agree?"

She laughed, "Oh, you're going to laugh when I tell you this. He said he'd drop me home on one condition."

"Yeah? What was it?"

"He said I'd have to give him a handjob at the end of every drop off. Can you imagine? He's never serious, this one. Classic Mark!"

"What the fuck?" I stopped massaging her shoulders.

"Oh, don't be silly. It's not like I'll actually do it! He just said it so he wouldn't have to ACTUALLY drive me but still get brownie points for offering."

"Ok... I don't like this guy, Jenna."

"Awww, poor baby are you jealous?"

She turned around and looked at me.

"Oh my... Tim... is that an erection I see?"

I looked down. I didn't realize I had swollen in my pants.

"What... I..."

"Does the thought of me giving my friend a handjob excite you?" she said with a dangerous smile.

"I never... said..." but my words were drowned as Jenna unzipped the front of my trousers.

She took me in her hand.

"That would be so bad, baby. Do you want me to be bad for you? I could be sooo bad for my baby," she said as she began stroking me.

"It's alright, sweetie.... Lots of guys have this fantasy, we don't have to actually go through with it... unless you want me to..."

"No... I don't..."

"Mmhmm... Your dick tells me something else, sweetie."

I closed my eyes as she stroked me and I threw my head back.

After a few long strokes, I felt the warmth of her mouth close around my shaft.

Jenna was a naturally gifted cocksucker. She liked telling me how all her exes liked cumming in her mouth. For some reason, I always enjoyed it when she told me about the all the guys she'd had inside her.

Was she having similar thoughts about this Mark guy? I pictured Mark pulling up in our driveway. I imagined my wife's mouth closing around his cock. And that's about as much as I could take.

I exploded in Jenna's mouth. She dutifully swallowed and then wiped her mouth.

"Now... let's go to the bedroom so you can return the favour."

She led me upstairs. Within a few minutes, she was naked on her back. I was beginning to get hard again. It would be a while before I could cum again, but I was hard enough to plunge into Jenna as she told me about Mark.

"I think you... ungh... like it... mmm... when I'm slutty...."

I thrust harder.

"Fuckkk..." she started cumming.

I continued fucking her despite her orgasm. Once again, I pulled up a mental picture of my wife pleasuring another man. And once again, I was shooting my cum - this time into her pussy.

A few minutes later, she was lying in my arms.

"Jenna, that was... a fun fantasy..." I said, hopefully asserting that I didn't want this to actually happen.

"Mmhmmm" she said, nodding sleepily.

Jenna slept peacefully that night, but I tossed and turned forever.

This had to be just a joke, right? This guy Mark wouldn't actually make a move on a married woman. And even if he did, Jenna wouldn't agree to this ridiculous condition, would she?

Wouldn't she?

As I lay on my back, I thought about how Jenna always acted around other guys. It was no secret that she was flirty. All my friends' wives hated for it.

At parties, she "jokingly" sat in other guys' laps. She danced a little too close to them, thoroughly enjoying all the grinding.

I had to admit, I was scared to leave her alone in a room with other guys. She was so free with her body, a subconscious part of my brain always suspected she would cheat if she had the chance.

No. She wouldn't do that. Jenna was just friendly with other men, that's all.

She was just teasing me about giving another guy a handjob... about sliding her slender fingers all over his hard cock... maybe she would be tempted to taste it... to feel him grow inside her mouth... God, what's wrong with me? Am I fantasizing about my wife fooling around with someone else?

Another man would have paused and thought about what that meant. But not me. I glanced sideways and Jenna, sleeping peacefully, and once again imagined her next to a faceless man, who pulled his cock out for her.

I let my hand slide down to my hardening cock.

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I changed into fresh clothes after work the next day. I had another hour or so before Jenna got home, might as well start prepping dinner.

My mind wandered back to last night. Jenna and I hadn't had sex like that for months. Some of that dirty talk must've really gotten to me.

I had barely taken the chicken out of the fridge when I felt my phone buzz.

A text from my wife.

"Be ready by the bedroom window. 5 minutes. I love you."

Suffice it to say, I was very confused.

"What's this about?"

"No time for questions! Just stand by the window! And keep the bedroom lights off."

Fine, I thought, obeying. I went upstairs and pulled the curtain aside.

I couldn't see anything but my car parked in the driveway. The spot where Jenna parked here old car was empty.

What is Jenna upto?

No sooner than I had had that thought that a car pulled into the empty slot. It was dark out, so I couldn't see who was in there. But I could tell there were two people in the front seat.

Someone clicked the cabin light on. My heart skipped a beat. It was Jenna. The car light spotlighted her dark, curly blonde hair, which fell in a tumble over her shoulders. She wore a white business shirt that stretched tautly over her c-cup breasts.

Next to her was an exceedingly handsome man. He looked tall, with broad shoulders. Mark, I assumed. Good to put a face to the name, I thought.

My mind clocked what was happening here. Last night's memory came flooding back to me.

No, this couldn't be happening. Surely, she was just teasing me before she got out of the car and came inside. We would just have a laugh about this.

He wore a mischievous smile as he said something to Jenna.

She gasped in mock-indignation and slapped his arm playfully. They stay there for what felt like hours, but was probably no more than 5 minutes.

When nothing happened, I felt relief flooding me. So this really was all just a joke. Not a very funny one, I must say.

But a part of me felt disappointed. I was glad Jenna decided not to step out on our marriage. But that part of me was hoping she would. I was hoping to see her embrace something inside of her - something primal, something sexual.

Mark must've been saying something extremely funny, because Jenna was giggling like a schoolgirl. She leaned into his broad shoulders every time she laughed.

Suddenly, she sat back and said something to him. Mark raised himself slightly and appeared to pull his pants down.

I froze.

While he was busy doing that, Jenna looked up at the bedroom window. The room was dark, so they couldn't see me. But she knew. She knew I would come to the window.

Mark's right arm started to move in an unmistakable motion as Jenna watched. It was undeniable. He was jacking himself off while my wife watched.

My heart was threatening to leap out of my chest. She was sitting there, letting this guy expose himself to her.

When the realization sunk in, I felt a rush of anger. How could she do this to me? To us?

Years of suspicion about Jenna's nature seemed to be confirmed. All my friends' warnings were true.

I was married to a slut.

He turned slightly to face her. All the chatting seemed to have ended as Jenna watched him, wide eyed. I saw her lick her lips as he started to pump faster.

What the fuck was she doing? My wife was just watching another man stroke his cock in my own driveway. And I was watching it all unfold like a common cuck.

That was it. This had already gone too far. I had to stop this. But before I could stir from my spot, Mark reached out with his free hand. I watched in horror as his big palm closed around my wife's breasts. He gave it a couple of squeezes over the shirt before she swatted his arm away.

But Jenna didn't seem angry. In fact, I saw her laugh. He continued stroking himself while they chatted. Looked like he was making a suggestion.

My feet were rooted to the floor. I was ashamed to admit it to myself, but I wanted to see how this would play out.

Jenna seemed to say something that looked like "Ok..."

Her eyes briefly darted in my direction. Jenna began unbuttoning her shirt. My hand had a mind of its own. It slid down automatically to my shorts, where I was shocked to discover my arousal.

What was wrong with me? My wife was about to take her shirt off for another man and I was enjoying it.

The shirt was already too tight on her. But when she unbuttoned it, I saw her breasts sprung out. Jenna's tits, clad in a purple lace bra, popped out as Mark began pumping his cock harder.

She pulled them closer to each other. He said something to her through his furious strokes.

Jenna simply nodded her head and leaned in closer.

I couldn't see Mark's cock, but I could see streams of cum shoot out from his crotch. He was aiming for my wife's breasts.

Her ample cleavage caught most of it, but she gasped as some of it hit her neck and chin.

Mark pulled a Kleenex out of a box on the dashboard. He wiped his cum off her chin and neck before making his way to her breasts.

She puffed her chest up so he could clean it well. He took his time wiping the surface of her breasts, no doubt copping a feel.

His hands slipped inside her cup and disappeared into her breasts. He stayed there for serval seconds, squeezing and cupping her bare breasts under that bra.

Once she was satisfied, she started to put her shirt back on. Mark pulled his pants up and I caught only a flash of his cock.

They exchanged a few words and Jenna gave Mark a goodbye kiss. It was nothing more than a peck, but just knowing her lips had touched another man's felt like enough of a betrayal.

I saw Jenna go into the house as Mark pulled out of our driveway. I made my way to the living room, livid.

Jenna walked in, smiling.

"What the fuck, Jenna?!" I said storming towards her.

"Hi, honey! Did you watch?"

"Yeah, I did!" I said angrily.

"Ooh, I knew you'd be watching! You were so into the idea last night!"

"That was just a fantasy, Jenna! I didn't think you'd go and actually be such a slut!"

"Mmmm, are you saying I was a slut?"

"Hell yeah, you were acting like a real fucking slut tonight!"

She walked up to me and grabbed my erection. I was embarrassed that I was still hard.

"Say that again..." she whispered in my ear.

"I... huh?"

"Say that again... call me a slut... again..."

"Jenna, what are you..." my breathing was getting heavy now.

"I think you like that your wife is a slut... call me a slut..."

"St-stop..."

"I was so naughty for you, baby.... You were so into it last night, I knew I had to do it... I did to thank him, but I also did it for you..."

"You... for me...?"

"Mmmhmmm, for you... thought you'd like a little show... was I good tonight, baby? Did I look hot?"

"You did... you looked so fucking hot..."

She pushed me on to the couch and sat next to me. Jenna pulled my cock out and started telling me what happened.

"He asked me again if I wanted a lift back home. I laughed him off again, saying nice try Mark but I'm not giving you a handjob.

"So then he said I didn't have to. I could just sit there and watch while he jerked himself off. And then I thought about how excited you got when I told you about his conditions."

I was feeling fit to burst. But Jenna was good at edging me. Every time she felt me get close to cumming, she slowed down. She didn't want me to cum yet. She wanted to torture me. Make me beg for release while she told me about her infidelity.

"So... what did you do..."

"Mmmm, you're enjoying this... So I agreed, but we had a no-touching rule. The sexual tension throughout the car ride was so high, baby... I knew I was about to see my first new cock since we got married...

"So he pulled into our driveway and we chatted for a while. He was being funny, cracking jokes about how tight my shirt was. Finally he asked 'Is your husband home?' I knew you were in the window, but I didn't want him to know my husband is a little Cuck."

"Ungh..." I squirmed as I heard her say that word. She continued stroking my dick.

My heart was beating too fast. I had seen everything she had done tonight, but it made it more real to hear her describe everything. It was proof of my cuckolding.

"We sat in silence for a while. It was so awkward, baby, we both knew what was about to happen. But neither of us wanted to make the move.

"I said... 'So, this is my house," and he said, "This is your house'. I was teasing him so bad, baby. I knew you'd like that. I said 'Thank you, I guess.' and he said 'I thought you were going to thank me a different way'

"So I feigned ignorance and said, I'm a married woman! To that he said, he finds married women very hot. So I laughed and said, ok big boy let's see what you're packing. Oh my goodness, darling. I felt my jaw drop to the floor when he pulled it out. His cock is so gorgeous, babe."

"Was it... big...?"

"Mmmm, yes it was baby. Slightly bigger than I'm used to. I'm glad I didn't have to handle it, I wouldn't know how to."

I understood the sting in her words - he was slightly bigger than I was.

"So he started stroking it. And it kept swelling until he was rock hard. I think he likes showing off. Isn't that convenient, baby? He and I like to show off and you like to watch. A perfect match!

"I noticed all the veins on his shaft. I wanted to reach out with my tongue and lick him, bit I remembered that I had to be good. I had to be good because my husband was watching me."

The image of Jenna licking her lips sprang to my mind.

"He's so naughty, babe. He 'forgot' we had a no touching rule. And he grabbed my breasts. Just groped my tits like they belonged to him. His hands are so big, he could nearly hold it in his palm.

"I let him have a little fun with my tits. I knew you would like to see him grope my tits. Did you like it, baby? Did you like seeing your wife's tits in his hand?"

"Ungh..." I was too turned on for words.

"Ooh, if I had know you'd like that I would have let him see them. I would have let him play with them. He complimented them sooo much, babe. Said my husband was lucky to have such firm, juicy tits to play with. Then I had to remind him of our no-touching rule.

"He apologized. But said it might go faster if I let him see my bare breasts. So we came to a compromise. I agree to take my top off. 'But the bra stays on, mister!' I warned him. Maybe I should have let him see my naked breasts, what do you think, sweetie?"

"Ungh..." I grunted.

She laughed.

"You're so cute. Anyway. He told me he would nasty things he would do to my tits if I ever let him play with them. I said, like what? He said he likes cumming on women's tits. I was so bad, baby. I told him he could do that. And that it wouldn't break our no-touching rule technically.

"So when he was close, he just said 'I'm ready'. And he came all over my tits. He came so much more than you usually do, baby. It covered my entire bosom. But of course, you know that, don't you baby?"

I did. I watched him bathe my wife in his cum.

"When he was done, he started to wear his pants again. And I said, 'You're not going to leave a lady like this, are you?' He said sorry and pulled out a Kleenex. He started wiping his cum off me.

"I let his hands wander. It felt sooo good, babe. He was really taking his sweet time there. I let him slip his hands into my bra. I felt electricity run down my spine when his finger brushed against my nipple.

"He flicked his finger over my hardening nipple. And then he pinched it, baby. He was playing with your wife's tits. And I let him."

I forgot all about my anger. The thought of another man having grabbed my wife's tits in front of my eyes was too much for me. Despite Jenna's denial, I was spurting cum.

She put her mouth on me and drank every last bit.

When she was done, she kissed me.

"We're going to have so much fun, babe."

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The next two weeks were a whirlwind of emotions for me. Every morning, like clockwork, Mark picked Jenna up from our home. I watched her run out to the driveway and greet him with a kiss on the lips.

She was getting too bold. It was like watching her boyfriend pick her up everyday.

When I wasn't busy with work or in meetings, I let my mind wander. I wonder what they were doing now, I'd think to myself.

After work, I always got home before her and rushed to the bedroom window. I waited patiently for Mark to pull up in the driveway.

Every evening, I took myself in hand as I watched this man expose himself to my wife. I watched her take her shirt off for him.

After a couple of days, she even let him fondle her breasts. But it wasn't until a week had gone by that she let her bra fall into her lap.

I watched transfixed as Jenna turned her back to Mark and he unhooked her bra. She removed her bra and turned to face him. I watched as he pawed her breasts hungrily.

Her pink nipples stood in attention as he squeezed and pinched them.

Jenna instructed me to not cum until she was home. And I obeyed her.

"I like feeling you cum while I tell you about how bad I was," she had said.

I hated to admit that I was into it. It took everything I had to not spray my semen on that bedroom window.

With one hand, he stroked his cock and with the other, he felt my wife's naked, heavy breast.

Mark said something to Jenna and she bit her lip. She shot a furtive glance to the window, where she knew I waited every day.

"Ok," she seemed to say, nodding.

He reached with his other hand and felt both her breasts while Jenna reached down with her hands.

She was stroking him now, while he played with her breasts. Mark had got his wish. My wife was finally giving him the handjob he desired. Their no-touching rule was lying in the dust.

He got bolder. He leaned towards her chest and took a nipple in his mouth. Holy fuck. Even though Jenna was technically cheating on me, since I hadn't agreed to any of this, I had to admit this was fucking hot.

He alternated sucking her breasts while she slid her hands up and down.