The next morning, I woke up early with an erection. My wife was still sound asleep. I looked over at her naked body. I had cleaned most of the cum off of her, but there were still some traces. I couldn't help myself, I reached down and stroked as the memory of last night's humiliation flooded back to me. The look on my wife's face when Colin slid his huge cock into her -- I had never seen her make that face before. The sounds she made as he fucked her which I had never heard her make with me. And mostly the flooding of the bed when she squirted on his huge cock and then passed out. I couldn't help it and I came all over myself.
Almost as soon as I composed myself after the orgasm I felt ashamed. What did I let happen? How would my wife ever fuck me again after that? I got up and had a shower. I brushed my teeth a half dozen times, but could still taste his and her cum in my mouth as I sipped on my morning coffee. I tried not to think of how to face my wife when she woke up. How could I look her in the eyes, now that I knew how pathetic our sex life was after witnessing what her ex had done to her? She had clearly been lying all these years about my cock being "Just right." and "Enough for me." She had told me that he was "Too big." for her, but she didn't seem to have any trouble last night. In fact, he had even said that she was the only woman who could take his huge dick fully. Which I knew meant that my wife could handle a huge cock and she clearly enjoyed it more than mine.
Just then, her phone buzzed. I could see that it was a message from Colin. Fuck.
"How you feeling this morning, babe?"
I stared at the text. Part of me wanted to open it up and see if they had been texting for a while or if it really just was last night. I knew my wife's password so I could easily get in, but then she would notice that his text had been read.
Just then I heard her upstairs moving around so I went up to check on her.
"How you feeling this morning, babe?" as soon as I said it, I realized that it was what his text had said. She told me she was just using the bathroom and that she was hungover and needed more sleep.
As she lied down in bed, I rubbed her back. I asked her how she was feeling about last night and she smiled and said "You really must have pounded me, because my pussy feels so beat up. But I don't really remember everything."
"You were pretty worked up when you got home." I said.
She audibly moaned, "Yes. I really was. I do remember that."
She looked back at me. "Can I tell you something and promise not to be mad?"
I nodded and she said, "Last night when we fucked I was thinking about him."
"Colin? I know you kept screaming his name."
She replied. "I'm so sorry babe, I bumped into him at the club and we danced and he just got me all worked up. But I came home to you babe. He wanted to fuck me so bad, but I came home to you and you fucked the shit out of me by the feel of it."
It dawned on me then that she really did have no recollection of what happened last night.
"You danced, with him? Is that all that happened?"
"Well", she said "We made out a little bit and he felt me up. I could feel his dick against my leg and I couldn't resist touching it, but that's it. I promise!"
"Of really?"
"Yes. That's it. He wanted to fuck me so badly, but I wouldn't let him. I know we have the fantasy, but I'm yours and just want to keep it a fantasy."
"Did you want to fuck him?"
"Honestly? When I held that huge dick in my hand I got so wet. My body sure did. But I didn't."
At this point I was hard again and rubbing against her leg.
"I love how much this turns you on. You're so crazy. I tell you I wanted to fuck my ex's huge dick and you get turned on by it."
"I can't help it."
"I know, but I have a huge head ache. I'm so hungover so you're going to have to wait or take care of your little guy yourself. I need more sleep."
I stroked my dick and looked at her sexy body. My dick was raw at this point, but I was so hard. I reached out and cupped her ass, but she rolled away and told me to let her sleep.
I went downstairs and as I sat down on the couch trying to ignore my erect dick when her phone chimed again and when I checked, I saw that it was him again.
His text read -- Can we do that again, but sober? You clearly need it.
Now what? He wants to fuck her again. A one time, drunken fling is one thing, but he wants to keep fucking her now? I couldn't help myself. I grabbed her phone and opened the texts. I was relieved to see that the conversation had begun last night and hadn't been an ongoing thing.
I needed to make sure they didn't start fucking behind my back and I lose her so I texted back: I don't remember what happened last night. I would rather it not happen again. Neither would my husband.
The three dots flashed before he texted: I doubt that. He seemed to enjoy himself quite a bit. He even tried to suck my cock.
What the fuck? Now he's making shit up about me? I have to put a stop to this. I texted back: We're done. Don't ever try to contact me again.
And then I blocked him and was about to delete the chat history when I heard my wife behind me, "Why do you have my phone?"
Fuck.
Before I could do anything, she takes the phone from me. "You let him fuck me?"
"You brought him home.", I said. She looked at me a long time and then walked off. "I need to think about this."
I sat there devastated. Now what was going to happen?
An hour later she called me upstairs. I got up the stairs quickly and entered the room to find her in bed. Mostly naked. "I'm sorry." Is all I could say. She told me to take my clothes off and sit down on the bed beside her.
"You know I love you, right?" I nodded yes. "I didn't mean to hurt you last night."
"I know."
