There was really only one occasion on which I knew my wife was with another guy at that very moment (and I wasn’t present) – it was both agonising and incredibly arousing.
Neil was an old friend who lived some distance from us. He and my wife had struck up a good online friendship, which over time became increasingly flirty and explicit. I knew they had exchanged ‘candid’ photos online, and had probably come close to what could be considered ‘online sex’ – including mutual masturbation.
When Neil was sent by his company to a business event not far from us, he invited both Em and I to have dinner with him at his hotel. I did say to Em that it was obviously the perfect opportunity for him to get into her panties – but she insisted they were just friends, and it was just dinner. Nevertheless, I noticed how carefully she chose her clothes and her underwear for the night out – and how she shaved completely smooth on the afternoon before we met with Neil.
We had a very enjoyable evening – Neil is easy company and the conversation flowed. However, as I was driving, I wasn’t drinking – and as the wine flowed, my wife and Neil began to bring their online flirting into real life – sitting closer and casual touching that became more and more familiar.
When the meal was over, Neil invited us to join him for a drink. Em quickly said that I had to get home as I had something I needed to attend to, but she would love a drink – and I would pick her up later. It was a pretty obvious ploy, and Neil certainly looked like the cat who’d got the cream as he led my wife off to his hotel room.
On the drive home I could barely contain my arousal as I imagined what was happening in that room – would he have discovered yet the sexy underwear she had chosen for the occasion? Would he even then be easing down her panties to reveal her freshly-shaven pussy? Would he be slipping a finger – or two – up between her slippery wet lips? Maybe even now she was kneeling on his bed, her naked ass pointing invitingly towards him.
When I got home, I was in a fever. I badly needed a drink, but knew I couldn’t as I would have to drive back to the hotel to pick Em up. I wandered restlessly around the house, my mind filled with images of my wife’s naked body entwined with that of her friend. How would they be doing it? Was she at this moment taking him in her mouth? Was she astride him – one of her favourite positions? Or was she submissively allowing him to take her doggy – something she very rarely does with me?
It was about two hours, with me obsessively checking my phone every few minutes, before I finally got a text – well after midnight by now. It simply read ‘Will be a bit longer – hope that’s OK. See you later. Love you.’
By this time I had already cum twice, but this immediately made me hard again. How many times had he been inside her so far? Was he watching her as she texted me? Maybe even fondling her bare breasts as she lay naked on his bed, the residue of his cum drying on her shaved mound? Was he actually inside her at this moment, filling her married pussy with his thick meat?
I tried watching TV – choosing a porn channel, and imagining that each scene featured my wife and her well-endowed friend. Going into the bedroom, I saw her discarded clothes from earlier in the day, and visualised her dress and underwear strewn across his hotel room floor. I wondered if their lustful moans were disturbing the guests in the next-door bedroom.
About 2am I got another text: ‘Really tired. I’m going to stay here. Thanks for waiting up, but get some ...... and I’ll see you in the morning.’
Get some ......? She had to be joking! I lay naked on the bed, slipping in and out of a shallow doze, my mind filled with images and dreams of my wife’s smooth white flesh being enjoyed in every possible way by another man.
Early the next morning around 6am, I was woken from my doze by the phone pinging: ‘Can you come and pick me up please?’
I quickly dressed and drove the thirty minutes to the hotel, where I saw Em standing outside waiting for me – still dressed in last night’s clothes (but without, I later discovered, her sexy lingerie), and looking tired but satisfied.
It was perhaps the longest night I’ve ever experienced – but we filled many nights after that as she filled me in in great detail all the things I had been imagining! It became a joke – we called it her ‘debrief’, as it was the night she came home without her briefs! 😀