The day I got caught was easily the worst day of my life, at least up to that point. My wife had had suspicions for a while, and eventually, I got careless, and she saw me locked in a post-coital kiss while leaving a motel room. In hindsight, I am surprised she did not confront me there, but for some reason, she returned home and waited there to confront me.
The moment I walked in the door, I knew something was wrong and all the confidence I had from getting away with it for so long, vanished in a flash. I told myself I was being paranoid and acted as calm as I could. "Hey baby, how was your day?"
"I saw you today."
Maya's face looked as if it were etched in stone and her eyes were cold. Fear exploded in my stomach, but I still pretended nothing was wrong and asked, "oh yeah, where at?"
"At the motel, kissing that whore as you left the room."
There it was. All at once my entire world crashed down around me. I thought I might pass out, so I sat on a chair and put my head in my hands. My immediate reaction was to lie and tell her some lame story like a million other guys who had gotten busted like me. I looked up at her; her eyes were narrow and not a tear in them. I knew the situation was far worse than I imagined so I said, "Ok" and nodded my head.
"Ok, what?"
I decided not to lie to her, but that didn't mean I had to tell her everything. Unlike many other guys in my situation, I was not in a loveless marriage. On the contrary, I loved her a lot; I loved being around her; the sex was just dull and happened less and less throughout the years. "Ok, I am not going to lie to you; you caught me."
"How long has this been going on?"
I exhaled, threw my hands up in the air, "does it matter?"
"Yes, it fucking matters."
My head snapped back as if she slapped me. The words scared me, and in a way, I wished she had hit me. I knew I'd better say something quickly, so I replied "six months."
"Do you love her?"
"What? Of course not."
"Then why would you do this to me, Mark?"
I groaned at the dreaded "why" question and more out of habit than anything else and said, "I don't know."
That answer pissed her off, and she asked, "you don't know? Don't be a coward Mark, be a man. You had enough balls to fuck her, so be brave enough to tell your wife why."
I prayed for a heart attack, earthquake, alien invasion, or anything so I would not have to answer that question, and nothing came to my rescue. But something strange happened. I started to get angry. I was mad at my wife for demanding an answer. As the emotions bubbled over, I pounded my fist on my thighs and said, "what do you want me to tell you, Maya? That you've gained weight, that the sex is almost non-existent, or that I don't get the same charge from fucking you that I used to?"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them and said, "fuck, I'm sorry" and stood up to go over to her.
She put her hands up and said, "don't" and left the room. A moment later I heard the bedroom door slam shut and I knew there was no chance of speaking with her, so I turned on the TV, made myself comfortable on the couch and got ready for a long restless night.
The next morning Maya woke me by gently shaking my shoulder. For a moment in my foggy half-sleep state, I had forgotten what happened the night before, then she said "Mark, can we talk?"
In an instant, everything came back, I sighed as I sat up and said, "sure."
Her demeanor was different; she wasn't furious anymore, but rather sad and very serious. She took a deep breath and said, "Mark, do you want to stay in this marriage?"
"Of course I do, tell me what to do, and I will do it."
Although Maya was sad, she was confident and spoke without hesitation. "You hurt me in ways that I doubt you understand, but as I thought about it last night, I realized I still love you."
"Maya, I love you too, we can work through this," and a bit of hope started to build.
"Maybe we can, or maybe we can't, but I am hurt and humiliated. I feel spiteful and want you to feel what I feel."
"I can understand that, so where do we go from here?" I thought for sure she was going to recommend counseling, but what she said was far from it.
"I want to fuck somebody."
"Wha...what?"
She glared at me in the eyes and said it again "I want to fuck somebody Mark, I want to get even with you."
"Maya, do you think that is going to solve anything?"
"I don't know, but either you agree to this or we are over."
I sat back on the couch not knowing what to think. The thought of my wife fucking somebody made me sick, physically sick. "Maya, there has to be some other way?"
"There isn't, not for me. So either you agree to this, or you move out today."
When I looked at her, I knew she was serious. Finally, I said "Ok."
She shook her head. "No, I need you to tell me; I need you to tell me that you want me to fuck another man."
"I want you to fuck another man," and as soon as the words left my lips, I thought that heart attack I hoped for earlier might happen.
"Good, it's settled, on Saturday night I am going to fuck another man," and she got up and left me with my thoughts.
Saturday night? That was only two days away; I thought she would at least wait a little while. The conversation didn't seem real. I half-hoped she was testing me, or something, and when Saturday came, she would tell me she would not do it.
The next two days passed slowly, but they were not as bad as I would have imagined. There was a slight tension between us, but we did not speak about my past indiscretion or Maya's future indiscretion. Even on Saturday night, there was no mention of anything, and when we sat down to eat, she even cracked a smile and chuckled about something I told her. The mood seemed almost normal.
Then at 7'oclock sharp, Maya said "baby, can you do the dishes? I have to start getting ready for my date."
The natural tone of the statement shocked me; one could have thought she was talking about going to the grocery store or something. I sat there, like an idiot with my mouth hanging open.
"Is there a problem?" Her previous light and relaxed tone gone and the seriousness returned again.
"Uh, no."
"Good, he will be here at 8."
"Ok."
"Remember Mark, it is either this, or you leave tonight. Anything I say or ask, you must agree. No questioning and no resistance."
"I understand."
"I hope you do," she said before she left.
As I finished washing the dishes, I heard the shower turn off and the sound of the hairdryer switch on. I decided to stay downstairs as the thought of my wife primping and putting on make-up to look good for another man to fuck her was not something I wanted to see. So I plopped down on the couch and tried to watch TV, but it was useless. The only thing I could think about was that my wife was going to leave with some man and fuck him. I wondered who he was. Did I know him? Where were they going to go? Would she go to the same hotel where she caught me? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of high-heels on the stairs, and soon my jaw dropped. My wife wore a crotchless negligée, enough make-up to make a prostitute jealous, and heels. I stood up and said, "I thought you were going out?"
"What made you think that? I never said that."
"So you are going to fuck him here?"
"Of course, you still agree with this right?"
It was more of a threat than a question as she looked at me. I sat back down defeated, "no, it's no problem."
A moment later the doorbell rang, and she went to answer it. I heard some indistinct chatter, and soon my wife walked into the room with her "date" and when I saw him I bolted to my feet. The man was as surprised to see me as I was to see him and he backed up a bit. My wife held on to his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"
My colleague Ray stuttered a bit before he answered. "I didn't know he was going to be here."
My wife giggled seductively and said, "it's ok Ray, it is his idea. He wants you to fuck me." She kissed him on the neck and bit his ear playfully and continued "you see Ray, poor Mark can't get it up like he used to and well, I still have needs, so he wants me to fuck you."
Ray threw his head back in surprise. "Really?"
My wife giggled again, "yes, he will even ask you if that makes you feel better" my wife looked at me and asked, "won't you baby?"
I was humiliated. Of all people, why did it have to be Ray, the man was a snake and even screwed me out of a promotion at work. I wanted to punch him in the face, but I swallowed my pride and asked, "yes, Ray, will you fuck my wife?"
My wife interjected "and why is it that you want him to fuck me?"
"Because...I can't get it up."
My wife laughed now and said to Ray "you see, you don't want me to be deprived do you?"
Now Ray chuckled, "of course not."
I sat back down on the couch angry. I could only imagine what this asshole was going to tell everybody at work. The situation was worse than I had imagined and right then I just wanted Ray and Maya to leave and do whatever they were going to do and leave me alone.
Maya grabbed Ray and stood in front of him and said, "don't worry, he won't say anything, he is just going to sit there on the couch like a good boy." Mara leaned in and kissed Ray. I groaned as I saw her tongue dart in and out of his mouth and he started to run his hands up and down her body.
I could not believe how slutty she acted. Maya was all over him and becoming more and more vocal. I could understand why she would want to do this, but I didn't think it fair for her to do it right in front of me.
My wife finally broke free from the kiss and looked back at me. She smiled from ear to ear, and I could not detect even the slightest bit of shame. She led Ray by the hand across the room and over to the couch where she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Ray's cock jutted out in front of him fully erect, and my wife's eyes widened when she saw it.
Once he kicked his pants off, she pushed him down on the couch only inches away from me. She got down on her knees and wrapped her hands around his cock and said, "oh, Ray, you don't know how good it is to have a hard cock in the house."
Maya stroked him up and down before running her tongue from the base to the top of his shaft and flicked her tongue around the head. She looked at me the entire time with eyes that dared me to say something. She looked back at him and plunged her mouth over his cock engulfing the whole thing.
I looked away. The sight was too much for me, and it broke my heart. It wasn't the act that hurt me, but how cruel she was. As she continued going up and down on him he said, "oh God Maya, fuck! The last thing you are going to have to worry about tonight is a soft cock."
She popped off his member and smiled. "I hope you can back that up, big boy."
Ray now had a hungry look in his eyes and said, "I am going to fuck you so hard."
"I can't wait to feel your cock inside of me, you don't know how good it will feel to have something other than a dildo in my pussy."
I could see that Ray was eager to fuck her. He leaned over and pulled a condom out of his pocket, and I closed my eyes. I could not believe she was going to screw him right here in front of me. Maya grabbed the rubber and tossed it on the floor. "Oh baby, you are not going to need that tonight. I need to feel you, and I want my pussy full of cum before the night is over."
I jerked my head and looked at her. She said nothing but only met my gaze as if she were begging me for a confrontation. My head sunk in defeat and I could see her smile as she stood up and slipped her negligee off leaving her naked except for her high heels. She then took off Ray's shirt and threw both articles of clothing on me and barked, "go hang these up, and then bring the bottle of champagne upstairs for us."
Maya grabbed Ray by the cock and started to lead him towards the stairs. Before she got to the first step, she stopped, turned and looked at me, "what the fuck are you waiting for?"
"Sorry," I said as I got up and started to do the tasks.
As the two walked up the stairs I heard her tell Ray, "for a man that can't get his dick hard, you would think he would be more useful in other ways."
Ray grinned and said, "well tonight you don't have to worry about soft cocks, a real man is here, and you are in for a long night."
Earlier in the day, I noticed a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge which I found strange, but it made sense to me as I looked at it. After I pulled the bottle out of the fridge, I opened the cupboard to grab some glasses. We usually had eight champagne glasses, but Maya must have removed all of them except two, and she obviously wanted me to use these.
I closed my eyes as I grabbed the champagne glasses we had our first toast with at our wedding and put them on the tray with the champagne. As I walked up the stairs I did not hear any talking, but I heard plenty of sounds. Ray groaned, and my wife made moaning sounds with the occasional gag. When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped at the entrance of our bedroom. Ray stood without a shred of clothing at the foot of the bed, and my wife, also naked (except for the high heels) knelt in front of him. He had both of his hands on the back of her head and pushed her face down on his cock. My wife appeared to love it as she had her arms wrapped around his legs and I could see long strings of saliva trailing from her mouth as she moved up and down on his shaft.
I felt stupid. I did not know if I should go in or wait there until they noticed me. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only 60 seconds, Ray saw me at the door. He didn't say anything, but he jerked his head to the side beckoning me in. The gesture enraged me. I could not believe this man just permitted me to enter my bedroom.
I remained calm though and blocked out the urge to punch and man. I looked away as I set the tray on one of the nightstands. After that, I didn't know what to do, and I started to get more pissed. My wife ignored me as she continued to devour Ray's cock.
After a few more moments of getting head Ray said, "oh shit if you don't slow down, I am going to cum."
My wife popped off him. "Oh no you don't. Maybe later you can cum in my mouth, but right now I want you to fill my pussy full of cum." My wife then looked over at me and asked, "why the fuck are you still here?"
I hung my head and muttered softly, "I didn't know what to do."
"I don't give a fuck what you do, go in your man cave and play with your soft dick while you listen to us, I don't give a shit." My wife then looked back at Ray and said, "you see what I got to put up with?"
Maya pushed Ray, and he fell on the bed. I watched as she climbed on him, grabbed his cock, and guided it to her pussy. The head touched her pussy lips, and she rubbed it up and down her cunt a few times coating it with her juices. My wife then lowered herself down on him, and I saw his entire shaft slide inside my wife.
She screamed and arched her back. Then she lifted her self which exposed everything except the head of his cock and lowered her self down on him again. Maya then noticed I still stood in the room, grabbed a pillow and threw it at me as she screamed, "get the fuck out of here, I'm trying to enjoy some hard cock for a change."
I walked out of the room and into my man-cave which shared a wall with the bedroom. I hoped the walls were going to be thick enough to block out the sound, but unfortunately, they were not. As I sat down at my desk, I heard my wife scream, "oh my God, your cock feels amazing! Fuck me harder Ray, fuck me like a whore." After she uttered those words, I heard the headboard start to slam against the wall. It appeared that Ray started to "fuck her harder." I decided that I may not be able to stop what was happening, but that didn't mean I had to listen. I leaned forward and opened the drawer that contained my headphones and planned to listen to some loud music. In the place that should have held the headphones sat only a small note with my wife's handwriting, "Mark, I removed your headphones. This way you can hear every moan, every cry of passion, and every time Ray makes me cum." I shook my head and tried to block out the sounds coming from the other room. I had no success though, especially when my wife said, "that's it, I'm cumming."
Ray replied, "oh God, so am I."
"Not yet, hold on, yes! I'm cumming!"
That's when I heard Ray grunt, and the headboard stopped hitting the wall. I could only imagine that he gave one final push into my wife and pumped his seed into her. For some reason this hit me harder than anything, the thought of Ray's cum shooting inside my wife's pussy. Soon after this, I heard the bed squeak and the sound of footsteps walking out of the room. I discovered it was Ray as I heard him pissing in the bathroom. As the toilet flushed, I listened to my wife's footsteps leave the room as well. She met him in the hallway, and I could hear them talking. "I can't believe how much cum is inside of me Ray, and that's after half of it spilled out onto the bed."
"You have no idea how long I wanted to fuck you."
"Mmm, I hope you have more where that came from because I am just getting started."
Then I heard a slight thump, and soon Ray's moans followed. My wife must have dropped to her knees and blew him in the hallway. "Oh Maya, I think I got more."
"Then take me, right here."
Soon I heard pounding on the door to my man-cave and cries of passion as Ray started fucking her again. Every time he thrust in her, she would slam her hands against the door and scream which made me jump. I covered my ears, but that did no good. He continued his onslaught of her pussy until Ray said, "oh fuck, I'm going to come again."
"I want you in my mouth. I want to feel your cum shoot down my throat."
"Arrrggghhhhh" was all that came out of Ray's as he dumped his seed in my wife's mouth.
A moment later I heard some giggling, and she said, "fuck, I thought I could take it all, but some of it spilled out of my mouth" and they both laughed.
"Maya, I need a break is that ok?"
"Yeah, let's go back in the bedroom; you can stay as long as you want."
After I heard the door to the bedroom shut, only the faintest of voices flowed through the wall. At that point, I managed to drift off to sleep...at least for a little while. Soon enough the headboard began to bang against the wall once more, and I had to listen to Ray fuck my wife again. I looked at my watch; 4 a.m. Once he filled her pussy full of cum for the second time and the moans and cries of passion died down, I heard the familiar muttering of them talking. I don't know why, but I put my ear to the wall so I could listen to them better, and I heard Ray say "I better get going, but thanks and any time you require a dick that isn't soft, call me."
When I heard that, I had to stop myself from punching the wall, but I was curious as to what my wife was going to say. Maya told him "I might do that."
"And don't worry, I won't tell the guys at work about this."
"I don't care; in fact, tell all of them that you fucked Mark's wife this weekend because he can't get his dick hard anymore."
"Really?"
"Of course, I have nothing to hide; go ahead and tell them that he was here and that he begged you to fuck me."
"Isn't that going to piss him off?"
"Don't worry about Mark; he is not going to give you any problems."
After I heard that, I stumbled backward and fell back into my chair. Why was Maya doing this? Wasn't it bad enough that I had to endure her fucking him? Also, I wondered if this was going to be a regular thing. If it were, that would be the line. I didn't care how much I loved her or how hard it would be; I would have called it quits.
Soon my wife called out "Mark, can you come in here?"
I got up and slowly walked into the room, not knowing what to think or what was going to happen. The room was dimly lit, and the smell of sex mixed with sweat overpowered me. I stopped at the front of the bed and looked at my wife. She lay on my side of the bed relaxed with her hands resting behind her head.
She said nothing and only stared at me. Maya then spread her legs open, and I saw a thick white stream of cum leak out of her pussy. The cum pooled on the bed where it rested in a small glob. My wife knew I saw this and she smiled at me before she rolled over to her side of the bed. "Mark, it's time to come to bed."
I understood the command, but I was frozen and stared Ray's cum on the bed. Maya spoke again, this time louder, "Mark, take off your clothes and come to bed."
It wasn't a request. I knew my punishment was not over yet and I still had some lessons to learn. So I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the bed. Maya positioned herself just right, so I would have to lay in the mess of cum that had leaked out of her. I felt it immediately. The warmth seemed to radiate from where my leg touched it throughout my entire body. Next, Maya moved my arm so she could lay on my chest and snuggled with me like it was an ordinary night. She then lifted her leg over mine so her wet and violated pussy spread out on my leg, and I felt more of Ray's cum pour out on to me. Then, she said "my God, that man had more cum than anybody I ever have seen. Wasn't it amazing?"
I didn't know what her game was, or how I should answer but I said, "It was a lot."
"I thought I could swallow the entire load, but it filled my mouth up too quickly" and then she leaned over and kissed me, jamming her tongue deep inside my mouth. She then pulled her mouth off mine and asked, "Can you still taste Ray?"
"Yes," and it was true. Maya had the taste of another man's cum on her breath.
Maya began to stroke my cock again. "I wonder how long you will still be able to taste him on me?"
I didn't answer, but her touch started to make my dick hard, and she said, "he did it with my pussy too, after a while, it came pouring out on to the bed."
"Yeah, I can tell Maya."
"And did you hear how he made me scream? When he put his cock in me, I thought I was going to pass out, but that was nothing compared to how it felt when he unloaded his balls in me."
I was beyond disgusted at that point and was about to tell her to stop it, she proved her point, but she took it a bit further.
"My God baby, you have to feel this," and she rolled over on top of me with her well-fucked pussy poised over my cock."
"Maya, wait."
"What?" she snapped "is there a problem Mark? If there is, you should have thought of that before you fucked that whore and broke my heart."
"No, there is no problem."
She then lowered herself down on me, and I entered her smoothly. Her pussy engulfed my entire cock, and she ground her pelvis into mine and said, "does it feel different?"
"Yes."
"How? Can you tell I had just been fucked? I mean, I know you feel his cum in me, but how does my pussy feel?"
"It...It feels loose."
"I bet," and she started to ride my cock while she looked at me "I should have let you watch. All he wanted to do was fuck me and shoot off inside my pussy." I said nothing, and even though I was disgusted, her pussy felt incredible. Maya picked up the pace, and I knew I was going to come soon if she kept it up. She started to moan and breath harder and out of nowhere she said, "I'm cumming," and she impaled herself deeply on me and held the position while her orgasm washed over her.
She came rapidly and jumped off my cock. As she lay beside me in a post-orgasmic glow, she said, "so the next time you think about fucking around again, keep in mind, this was only the tip of the ice burg, I can think of so many more things, do you understand?"
"Yes, Maya," and I did understand. Soon my wife drifted off to sleep, and there I was, in a pool of another man's cum with a rock hard cock and balls full of cum with no way to relieve myself. As I listened to her quiet snores; I asked myself if the other woman was worth it. I didn't need to answer myself as I knew the answer and I was pretty sure I would never stray again because if this was only a sampling of what she could do, I was terrified to find out what else she could do to me.
The End
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