Her Lover Came to Dinner
written by:
Jayson Kay

My wife Andrea had an affair while we were living in Rome 3 years ago.

I had suspected as much for quite some time but until she confessed to me in our kitchen, I was never 100% sure. I thought I would be angrier than I was. I felt a little betrayed for sure and quite jealous- but my reaction was something less than anger.

Rome had been difficult for us, Andrea especially. She had been an elementary school teacher here in the US but when my company offered me the chance to manage the Rome office, well it wasn't something I could turn down. We had both agreed on that.

The first couple months were the honeymoon period. A new city, we were living abroad for the first time, everything was new and exciting. We had a gorgeous apartment in Centro Storico, one of the most beautiful and sought after neighborhoods in the city. The food, the music, the culture- it was all wonderful.

But the reality set in. Andrea had trouble building a life of her own there. There was the language barrier. And she couldn't work. To get a work visa she needed to first have a job, but to get a job she needed to speak the language. We assumed that at the very least she would be able to find something teaching English but there were so many ex-pats in Rome that it was near impossible to find a job doing that, even with her teaching background.

And for my part, I was not as helpful as I could have been. I had managed departments before but this was the first time for me being in charge of an entire office and so the work consumed me. 12 hour days and when I was home I was on the phone, reporting back to the States.

I could tell she was frustrated, maybe even depressed. We fought some but we were mostly just distant. We were still having sex regularly in those first few months though. Andrea's sex drive had always been incredible. But after a while, even that waned.

And then all of a sudden she got happier. Nothing with her situation had really changed- she still didn't have a job or much of a life outside the apartment but her mood had miraculously brightened. She stopped complaining about my hours or the fact that I didn't have time to take her out. If I called home during the afternoon she often wouldn't answer her phone. "I was out for a walk... I had a long lunch... I fell asleep on the terrace."

And the sex basically ended. We went from 4-5 times a week to once or twice a month. So I suspected something was up. I was sure of it really. But truth be told, I was so glad to not have her moodiness distracting me from my work that I let it go. It's not so much that I didn't care, I just allowed myself to focus on the job and look past everything else.

We were there for a total of 18 months. In terms of my career, the job was a success. I was able to parlay Rome into another promotion back to the US. We were in San Francisco now, Andrea was back to teaching. Our sex life had returned too. Rome was behind us.

But now here we were, preparing dinner for a visiting friend who was due to arrive any minute and Andrea was confessing. As strange as it may sound, I felt incredibly inconvenienced by it. Our lives were good again, we were happy. That affair could have stayed buried until the end of time for all that I cared so why was she doing this now?

And that's when it all hit me... Our visitor who was about to arrive... it was Carlo, from the Rome office. Suddenly it all made sense.

"Was it Carlo?" I asked her.

She gave an apologetic smile and a shrug of her shoulders as if she had been caught speeding or parking illegally. She didn't even look all that remorseful. Again, I wanted to be angrier than I was but there were so many conflicting emotions all at once that I trouble processing my feelings.

"And you're telling me now? Right before he gets here?"

"I thought you should know," she replied.

"He's my friend—," I stammered.

"Our friend," she corrected.

And then the knock on the door. It was him, he was here now. The man who fucked my wife.

"It was just sex," she said, looking into my eyes. And then she took my chin into her hands and pulled me towards her, kissing my lips.

She mouthed the words "I love you," and then she went to the door. She was wearing a sun dress. It was a rich yellow/gold color that matched her honey blond hair. The fabric was thin and her nipples poked right through. I had noticed that earlier and foolishly thought, "Carlo will be getting a bit of a show tonight."

But apparently he already knew those nipples quite well. He had probably kissed and sucked them a dozen times before; and that plump, round ass that swayed from side-to-side as she walked to the door- how many times had he caressed that?

I felt the jealousy burn in the pit of my stomach. But there was also a surprising stirring in my pants, my cock beginning to stiffen. Was this actually turning me on?

Andrea opened the door and Carlo entered. I could see he had a bottle of wine in his hand. The two of them hugged and I could hear a brief kiss. Was it on the cheek or the lips? I couldn't see from the angle I had from the kitchen but it sure sounded like the lips... My wife's lips. Those luscious, puffy red lips of hers that after all these years still turned me on. How many times had he kissed them? How many times had they been wrapped around his penis? Had he ever cum in her mouth?

The thought once again reverberated in my boxers.

Carlo, the man who had cuckolded me, walked towards me with a warm smile on his face. It wasn't an arrogant or judgmental smile though. The son-of-a-bitch looked genuinely happy to see me. He had taken me to Italian Soccer matches; introduced us to fabulous restaurants; the opera. I had been to his childhood home and even met his mother. I was so thrilled when he called to say he would be in town.

He shook my hand and tried to pull me in for a hug but I stopped him and gave him a cold stare.

"She told you?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"I'm very sorry you had to find out like this," he said in his accent, looking me dead in the eyes. "But we can talk about it more over dinner. Yes?"

Considering the circumstances, dinner wasn't nearly as awkward as it might have been.

Andrea and I held hands as Carlo discussed "the situation" in his Italian accented English. He told me how much our friendship meant to him; how he adored us both; how guilty he had been.

They both expressed over and over again that it was JUST sex and how much Andrea had needed an escape at the time. She had been so depressed. Their affair had saved her. She had never had sex with someone she wasn't in a relationship with before, for the first time in her life she was able to pursue sex for pure pleasure.

Again, I felt some anger but nothing close to what I probably should have felt... what I wanted to feel.

Something else that stuck with me was that they never really apologized. And as strange as this may sound, I respected that. It seemed to bolster their position that it had all been just sex and not a betrayal of the heart. Andrea wasn't leaving me. They regretted the deception but there was nothing about their words or actions to indicate they regretted even for one moment the act.

In fact, I could tell by the way Andrea wantonly starred into Carlo's brown eyes that the chemistry was still there and palpable. How had I failed to notice this before? How negligent had I been? I was as much to blame for this as they were really.

After a while we drifted off to the balcony with another bottle of wine. Was that the third or the fourth bottle?

There were only two chairs so Andrea sat on my lap while we all stared off at the bay. It was a bit chilly so I wrapped a blanket across Andrea's shoulders. The moon light made her porcelain skin glow. There was a twinkle in her green eyes and I could tell she was relishing the relief her confession had brought. While I hadn't offered acceptance or forgiveness, I knew that in her mind the fact that we were all here was just as good.

Carlo sat in the other chair close by, smoking a cigarette.

"Such a European habit," I thought to myself. Andrea abhors smoking.

And then she reached over and took one from his pack. Carlo leaned over and lit the cigarette for her. She inhaled deeply as if she'd been craving one all day. I'd never seen her smoke once in all our years together.

As if reading my mind Andrea said, "Carlo got me started. We always share one after sex." She exhaled the smoke sensuously, letting it roll around her tongue before he blew it into the air above. I noticed that they were holding hands across the chairs now.

"They're rubbing in into my face," I thought. Finally, for the first time I felt like I might finally lose my temper but then Andrea leaned into me a long passionate kiss; slipping in a little tongue at the end. The wine and tobacco tasted downright seductive. I wondered if Carlo might leave so I could take her to the bedroom and fuck her hard.

But nobody moved. We just sat there admiring the view. The wine was heavy on my brain now. I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I dozed off but when I awoke I was alone and freezing cold. Carlo and Andrea had left but they hadn't gone far. I could hear Andrea moaning. I knew what that sound probably meant but I didn't want to look but I turned to see through the sliding glass door anyway. They were in the living room. They had moved the coffee table and spread out several blankets in the middle of the floor. Andrea was naked now, she was lying on her back, spread eagle and Carlo was eating her pussy.

The jealous burn that had come and gone all evening returned to my stomach... but I couldn't help being incredibly turned on as well. I watched as Andrea caressed her small but shapely tits, rolling her long nipples between her fingers. She let out another deep guttural moan the likes of which I had never heard her make. She moved her hands to Carlo's head now, running her fingers through his dark wavy hair.

She came hard. Eyes rolled back into her head, twisting on the blankets and then pulling him in harder before collapsing . They lay there for a bit before sitting up to rearrange themselves. And that's when Andrea saw me watching. She gave me a wink and motioned for me to come inside.

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not. Even though my erection was rock hard this was very painful to see. But it was very cold outside and Andrea looked so sexy as she positioned herself on her knees in front of Carlo.

Against my better judgment I stepped inside.

"It's okay baby," Andrea said in a reassuring tone. "Come sit on the couch and watch us."

It was such a surreal experience. Suspecting her of cheating was one thing but watching as it happened right in front (and turned me on!) was nearly beyond comprehension. It occurred to me that this whole night, the confession, the dinner talk... it was their way of announcing that they were going to continue the affair with or without my consent. They wanted my approval but they didn't need it. But by sitting down to watch I was giving it, allowing myself to be a cuckold.

As I sat down across from them I became aware that Carlo was also naked. Somehow that hadn't registered before but here he was, clothing off. He was golden and chiseled and possessed what I can only describe as an enormous cock.

Andrea now had her hands wrapped around that cock but she was looking directly into my eyes. Once again she winked at me and then began swirling her tongue around Carlo's swollen head. My own cock was a reasonable 6 inches and thick but Carlo's penis dwarfed mine.

"No wonder she had stopped sleeping with me in Rome," I thought to myself.

Andrea was now jerking the shaft with both hands as she bobbed her head up and down his head. He had to be at least 9 inches and as thick as a coke can at the base.

As they got into a rhythm Carlo began to ever so slightly thrust his head forward as my wife opened wider to take him in. I could actually see the penetration of his cock in her jaw and down her throat. A mixture or saliva and precum started to drip down her lips, down his shaft and onto the blankets below. Andrea massaged his balls as she slobbered on him.

I knew how much she enjoyed giving head and I could tell she must have been in absolutely ecstasy with that monster in her mouth. And Carlo was enjoying it too. He was groaning with pleasure every time she took him deep into her mouth. Those puffy red lips of hers had him on the verge of cumming now.

Andrea must have sensed this as well. She placed her hand on his abdomen to stop his thrusting and pulled him out of her mouth.

"Not yet baby," she cooed to him. "I need to feel this thing inside me."

And with that she laid Carlo on his back. I watched as she climbed on top and straddled him. She expertly reached down and found his cock, guiding it to her pussy lips. I could tell she had done it many times before. She rubbed it up and down her slit which was of course soaking wet at this point.

As she slowly eased herself down the tip she looked at me again and mouthed the words, "Thank you."

More burning in the stomach but I couldn't deny the effect it was having on my cock. I couldn't contain myself anymore at this point. I began shedding my clothes so I could stroke myself. If this was going to happen at the very least I was going to cum as well.

Andrea was busy trying to handle Carlo. She was bouncing up and down, taking about half his length at first but soon after she was taking about 7 inches in; biting her lower lip as she did. I couldn't tell if she was in pain or ecstasy or both.

"It's so big baby," she gasped. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Carlo.

"I missed it so much," she continued.

In all this time Carlo hadn't really spoken. But now he looked over at me and said, "Come over friend. Suck on her tits."

I decided to ignore the irony of him inviting me to suck my own wife's tits and crawled over to them.

Andrea kissed me deeply on lips as she continued riding Carlo's shaft. I could taste him on her tongue but I didn't care at that point. Watching my school teacher wife transform into a total whore right in front of me had me more turned on than I'd been since I was a teenager.

I grabbed hold of her tits and began massaging them, paying close attention to the nipples. Andrea was now balls deep on Carlo and she stopped bobbing up and down and began to grind her hips back and forth on him, playing with her clit as she did. I took one of her nipples into my mouth. She groaned out with pleasure.

"Finger her ass," I heard Carlo say to me.

Andrea had never been big on ass play.

"Yes baby, do what he says," she managed to get out.

I pushed my middle finger into her mouth and she sucked on it, lubbing it up for me. As I reached around to find her asshole I went back to sucking her nipples. Her hole offered a little resistance at first so I swirled around my saliva coated finger for a bit before finally slipping it down to the second knuckle.

"Oh god, oh god," She called out and her asshole clinched down on my finger. She started to bob up and down once again and his girth began pushing my finger out of her ass as it went deeper into her pussy. I pushed it back in and after a few strokes we got into a rhythm of alternating; his cock thrusting into her and then my finger. Back and forth, back and forth.

Andrea was moaning lustfully now. She was an animal. O'd never seen her this way but I could tell she was close to cumming. When she paused to grind on Carlo's cock once again I took the opportunity to slip a second finger into her ass and bite down on her nipple.

That was all it took to send her over the edge. She cried out so deeply that I wondered if the neighbors might here. Tears began streaming down her face and I could feel her cunt walls trembling on my fingers through her ass.

I looked down to see that Carlo was now having his own orgasm, pumping her full of his cum. Their fluids were practically gushing out of her pussy and onto Carlo's hips and thighs. I pulled out my fingers and watched as she collapsed onto him. He embraced her tightly as she began sobbing into his chest. I thought perhaps some of her tears might have been from guilt but just as I had that thought she turned her head to face me.

"Thank you both, that was the best orgasm of my life."

Of course I was the only one who hadn't climaxed now at this point. As Andrea came down from her high she took notice of my still raging hard on and reached out for it.

"Where would you like to cum my love?" she asked.

She said it in such a submissive manner. After all that had happened, her confession of betrayal, the dinner, watching her fuck another man right in front of me without even asking for permission, I felt emboldened.

"In your ass," I firmly replied.

Without a word she climbed off Carlo, his massive cock slipping out of her and flopping across his belly. She got on all fours in front of me and offered her ass up to me with no hesitation. I had tried unsuccessfully to get into her try anal for years but apparently my approach must not have been as good as Carlo's.

Despite the fact that I had already gotten two fingers deep in her ass, I knew I'd probably need to lube up some more. I slipped the tip of my cock into her cunt and was surprised as how loose she was. I slid it up and down, coating my cock with their juices.

When I was wet enough I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed forward. Andrea grunted a bit but didn't fight it. I slid in with almost no resistance. She'd clearly had practice at this.

"Do you like having that cock in your ass," I heard Carlo say in his thick Italian accent.

"Yes," Andrea replied.

"What a dirty little puttana," Carlo said.

Andrea moaned with pleasure at that. I'd never had the guts to try dirty talk with her. I decided to test the limits, after all, she had been testing mine all night.

"Are you a dirty whore?" I asked her as I stroked away in her tight asshole.

"Yes, I'm a dirty FUCKING whore," she responded enthusiastically.

"Do you like to fuck around on your husband, whore?"

"Oh yes, I really do."

"How many times did you fuck Carlo when we were in Rome?" I asked, pounding into her hard.

"Ha... Too many to count," she replied.

"You bitch," I retorted. Thrusting harder and harder, trying to hurt her. My balls were slapping against her.

"I fucked him in our bed," she groaned out, trying to hurt me back now perhaps? Or just enjoying the game?

"Tell me more," I pleaded.

"He had me in every room of our apartment."

"You slut," ramming in for all I was worth.

"I let him fuck me in the bathroom at your birthday party..."

Slap, slap, slap of my balls.

"...and he came in me...."

I grabbed her pony tail and pulled her back onto me, burying my cock in her as deep as I could.

"...and then I came out of the bathroom and kissed you on the lips."

And with that I exploded into her asshole. Hot wave after hot wave.

When it was over I crawled back to the couch and watched them as they cuddled. They shared a cigarette just like she said. I hated her. I loved her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to punish her until she begged me for forgiveness... but more than anything, I wanted to watch more.

And that's what I did. I watched Carlo fuck my wife better than I could all night long. He owned her pussy, wearing it out in a dozen positions. Every now and then Andrea would come over to the couch and suck me off. It was the most painful yet erotic night of my life.

In the morning Carlo left without a sound and Andrea and I slept in each other's arms for the entire day.