All wives want to fuck other guys.
That may seem obvious to you, unless you are one of those husbands who can't face that fact, and push it away from their consciousness. But they do, of course they do. Some wives don't act on it (though many or possibly even most do), whether out of empathy for their husband, or timidity, or a sense of duty, or whatever, but they all want to, and they all have their own private fantasy orgies and bring themselves to orgasm by mentally fucking and sucking men known or unknown to their husbands, just as their husbands have their own fantasies. We are navigating our course atop this ocean of extramarital lust whether we know it or not.
It was no surprise to me, really, to discover that my wife could be turned on by fantasizing about someone else, though the depth and intensity of her fantasy life was a bit of a shock, I have to admit. But more shocking to me still was the discovery that my wife's fantasies of being fucked by other men turned me on at least as much as they turned her on. It wasn't easy to admit this to myself, or to her.
It was an innocuous bit of fun intended to spice up our love life that led so quickly and unpredictably to this admission which marks a clear line in our relationship like no other. There is our life before I admitted to being turned on by her lust for other men, and there is our life after that moment. It would set us on a path that neither of us expected, and which gave me a great deal of trauma, frankly, even if, I have to admit, it did give me a great deal of erotic satisfaction which was and is some solace. I hope to be able to relate more of the story of that path in the future, as I have found that writing about it, hard as it is, does seem to help me work through that trauma. But, for now, I must begin with and restrict myself to that little innocent-seeming erotic experimentation that set us on that path.
When it happened, my wife Laura was 29 years old, the same age as me (Jake). I won't bore you with a lot about our circumstances and occupations, because that is not what you are interested in, and because I want to avoid the unlikely possibility of our identities being revealed to people who know us. I also don't want to make up things that aren't true to obscure our identities: I don't want to lie about any of this - I need to face it straight on and not fudge anything. So, suffice it to say that we are middle class, white and North American. We got married young, I had only a few sexual relationships before her, and she had none. And, yes, Laura is fucking hot.
Anyway, we were having dinner, one evening and chatting about our day.
"So what did you and Sue talk about over lunch?"
Laura glanced up at me, and gave a little smile.
"What?" I prodded.
"Nothing. This and that," she said, pushing her food around distractedly. "Sex," she said finally, with another enigmatic smile.
"Really?"
"Mm-hm."
"What about sex?"
She shrugged, looking at her plate coyly.
"Just, like, some of the stuff they do."
I had a sense of how this had come up between them. I was pretty certain that Laura must have sought advice about how we could improve our sex life, which had been cooling a little for a while. I felt a twinge of humiliation at the suspicion that she probably told Laura I wasn't satisfying her.
"Like what?" I prompted. "What do they do?"
"They watch porn together," she said, studying me, and putting a forkful of food in her mouth.
"Really?"
She nodded.
The idea of a couple watching porn together is probably pretty tame to a lot of people, but Laura and I were, I was coming to realise, pretty vanilla in our sexual lives. so this to me was a little bit kinky and intriguing.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Well, do they just watch it together, or do they fool around? What?"
"Mostly they masturbate. Sometimes it leads to sex, but they often just... yeah."
"They masturbate? Themselves or each other?"
"Themselves. She says it's actually a really intimate experience, even though they aren't touching each other. And really hot. She says. You can't tell anyone - I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Inevitably, I imaged Sue and her husband, who were both young and very attractive, masturbating together to porn. I felt my cock awaken.
I had never seen Laura masturbate, nor she me. She was speaking pretty matter-of-factly, but I could tell this was a pretence. It wasn't just conversation for conversation's sake.
"And you want to try it?"
Another shrug.
"I don't know. If you want to, I will. Doesn't hurt to try something new. We wouldn't have to... do anything, necessarily. We could just put some on and, you know, watch and see how we feel about it. But whatever. Only if you want to." She looked up at me again, looking a bit vulnerable. "Do you?"
"Do I want to try it?"
Another shrug.
"Nevermind. It's stupid."
"No. I do. Let's do it. When do you want to?"
"Maybe after we do the dishes?
"Let's leave the dishes for later," I said.
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Happily, there was a good set up in the bedroom for our experiment. I had a computer feeding video and audio to a big screen on the wall opposite the bed, controlled by a wireless mouse and keyboard. Of course I had used it for porn myself many times before, but I never talked about it with Laura. We lay next to each other, dressed in our pajamas, feeling a little awkward, but excited. Laura leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Sue says they have a rule not to touch each other, at least until... later. I mean, they snuggle up against each other like this, but they don't touch each other sexually It makes it different from regular sex, she says. It makes it a new experience. So, last kiss for now," she said smiling, and kissing me once more before settling back down on her back, snug against me. Now it was up to me to pull up a porn site, which felt very weird with her next to me.
"Sorry if this is cringey," she said, feeling the same awkwardness. "We don't have to."
"I want to. I am excited, it's just... unusual. For us. But that's good right?"
She smiled. "Okay, let's get some porn action on," she said, laughing.
I pulled up a common porn site on the screen. As familiar as it was to me, having jerked off to videos on this site countless times, it was really bizarre to be scrolling through with all of these previews of obscene acts with Laura beside me, watching. All those cocks, all that sucking and fucking.
"So, tell me when you see one you want to watch," I said.
"Can you pick, please? I can't. I don't want to."
"Okay," I said, not wanting to pressure her into it if it made her uncomfortable.
"It would help me though, if you could just give me a sense of what you'd like. And wouldn't like."
"God, I don't know," she covered her face with her hands briefly. "Just, whatever, something normal. One guy, one girl."
Not wanting to betray any sense of my own preference, I clicked on the first "normal" looking one that I came to after scrolling past a few fetishy selections. It was an amatuer POV video and opened with a shot of a naked woman on her bed with a mask over her eyes as she feigned sleep. The camera approached and a man's hand appeared in the frame, separating her ass cheeks to reveal her pussy and asshole. He began to caress her pussy, and the wet sound of it emanated.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, fine."
Out of the corner of my eye, I tried to read her body language. Was she getting turned on? Was she disgusted? She was totally still and unreadable. On the screen, the man's cock appeared - he was relatively large, larger than me anyway. If I am being honest, the cocks in most porn vids, even the amatuer ones, are at least a little bigger than me, so I am not huge, though I don't think I am super-small. Anyway, the guy pressed his cock against the woman's pussy, slowly entering her. I thought I could detect a slight raising of Laura's chest as though she were breathing in deeply, which I took to be a sign of arousal. I began to get turned on too.
Soon the woman on the screen began to breathe audibly in obvious arousal as the man fucked her with long, slow strokes. I heard Laura swallow hard, and her breathing became more pronounced. There was no question of it now - she was getting turned on. This gave me a full erection almost at once. I shifted slightly to get more comfortable as my pajama pants tented.
On screen, the man pulled out and the woman raised her ass to give him better access. As he very slowly fed his cock back into her, Laura exhaled slowly, almost a sigh. She shifted her hips slightly. Seeing her getting turned on by another man's cock brought on a flood of conflicting emotions. Mostly, however it made me very fucking hard and horny. She looked over at me, and at my tented crotch.
"You can take it out and stroke it if you want to"
"Do you want me to?"
"I think it would be sexy."
I fished it out from the flap in the front of my pajamas and slowly stroked it. It felt little deviant to be doing this in front of Laura, but also really hot. Laura didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, crossing and uncrossing them.
"Go ahead," I encouraged her. "Touch yourself."
Tentatively, she brought her hands up and caressed her breasts through the fabric of her top, pinching the now enlarged nipples, and then one of her hands traveled slowly down her torso and slipped under the waistband of her bottoms and disappeared. She sighed deeply as she began to massage her pussy. Her eyes were glued to the screen. As the man began to fuck the woman harder and faster, Laura's hand picked up pace and she began to writhe her hips slightly and lustily. As the woman on screen began moaning in ecstasy Laura too began to slightly moan. I was a little taken aback at how turned on Laura was, though it was of course the most natural thing in the world: that's the point of porn, after all. But the apparent, if unsurprising, fact that Laura was getting off on imagining that big, strange cock filling her pussy hit me hard with a pange of jealousy. What was more shocking to me was that Laura's lust for another man was turning me on so immensely that I had to slow down my stroking so that I didn't immediately explode.
"Take your pants off," I said. As she quickly shimmied out of her pants I did the same and then ripped open my top as I didn't want to cum all over them. Laura immediately returned her hand to her pussy and got back to furious work. With her pants off, and shapely naked legs spread wide, an image of her getting fucked by that huge cock and loving it forced itself on me and brought me to the edge.
Soon, Laura was obviously also on the verge of orgasm and muttering, "Oh god, oh fuck". On screen the guy's cock was slick with pussy juices as he rammed in and out the woman in long, fast thrusts until suddenly he stopped with just his head in her pussy and grunted as he delivered his cream pie. Laura moaned loudly as she climaxed, causing me to shoot my load immediately on my chest and stomach, grunting involuntarily with the intensity of it.
We lay panting as our orgasms subsided and on screen the guy slowly removed his cock with an audible plop, and his semen flowed out the woman's hole.
"Oh Jesus," Laura panted as she tried to calm her breath. She looked over at me with slightly glazed eyes and chuckled slightly.
"That was fun," she said.
"Yeah."
"Yeah. That was a good idea." She looked at my cum-soaked torso, and then reached for a few tissues from her bedside table. "Wow," she said as she began to clean me up. "You liked her. That's a lot of cum."
I shrugged. "She was attractive," I said dismissively.
"Uh-huh," she said incredulously. "She just made you cum like I have seldom seen."
Laura had no idea the complex swirl of emotions that had brought me to such an intense orgasm, and I had no idea how to explain it, or if I even wanted to. Her assumption that I got off while imagining myself fucking the woman on screen was a confirmation that she had just gottten off while imagining the man fuck her. Could I tell her how much this turned me on? It wasn't the first time I had found myself turned on by the idea of her infidelity - I have to admit that there were times when we had fucked with more than our usual intensity after she betrayed a bit of attraction for another man by flirting with him or something, but I chalked this up to a natural competitive instinct and pushed it out of my mind. But now I could not deny the erotic rush I felt at watching her openly get off so intensely while fantasizing about being fucked by another man. The fantasy infidelity was not something I needed to compete against, or not just that, anyway. It was something I yearned for in and of itself.
I shook my head. "It wasn't her. It was..." I didn't know what to say, but I wanted to be truthful. What Sue had said was true: it was weirdly intimate, what we just did. I didn't want to ruin it by not being open. "It was you," I said finally.
