So, I end up sleeping on the couch all night. There’s no way I’m gonna be in the bedroom listening to my wife get off talking to Bradley, thinking of him, rewatching their video. And, I really have nothing to say to her.
The truth is, I’m hurting. But I hide it because I can’t handle that right now. The morning comes, and there are kids to feed and push out the door to school. I have to get ready for work too.
Normally, my wife is up and at em, running around fixing my lunch and taking care of the kids. Today, she just lays in bed.
I don’t know how to deal with her, what to say. So, I get myself together and head out. Not a word spoken between us. No goodbye kiss.
I’m broken inside, alone and hurting, not knowing how this could have happened. She found my messages, but I straight up told her I never cheated. Never actually cheated. And now she’s doing far worse to me.
I stew about it at work, trying to decide what my next action should be. A divorce lawyer? The fact is, I still love my wife. I wish I could rewind time, erase every message I ever sent out, and send them all to her instead.
I pick up my phone, open my messenger, and write to her.
“I’m sorry. Really, truly, I am. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for cheating on you by talking to other people. Sorry I didn’t realize how precious what we had was and how much I still love and desire you. I miss you terribly. Is there any way we can come back from this?”
I send it and wait. Several minutes pass, and I actually begin to sweat from anxiety. Suddenly, my phone pings.
I pick it up. Her reply is a laughing emoji face. Another ping.
She writes, “Even if I wanted to get back with you, do you really think you can compete with this?”
A picture message comes in. It’s her, looking up at the camera as she kneels between Bradley’s legs, caressing his enormous cock. Her eyes are filled with lust and desire. It’s taken from our bedroom.
I slam the phone down, cursing. My head spins, and I think for a second that I’m going to faint. I grab at the edge of my work desk, trying to steady myself. My phone pings again.
It’s a video message. I don’t know why, but I go ahead and play it.
Bradley is standing, bouncing my wife up and down on his cock, her legs and arms wrapped around him as she cries out.
“OH! FUCK DADDY! FUCK ME! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Her cries increase in intensity until she’s unable to form words, transforming into guttural shrieks of ecstasy as he continues to pummel her.
The video ends.
Numb, I write, “I want a divorce.”
She doesn’t write back immediately. And then, another video message.
It’s a close-up of my wife jerking and sucking on Bradley’s dick as he lays back on our bed. This time, it’s him that’s making all the noise, moaning and groaning loudly as she gets him close to cumming.
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At that moment, she sucks down hard on Bradley’s dick, really grinding her mouth down on him.
He bucks his hips wildly, “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
Right before he cums, she pulls her mouth from him, and points his dick right at the camera.
White, hot semen splatters the screen.
“Lick your screen, honey,” my wife says. “Lick it all off. This cum is all yours baby.”
“Don’t worry,” Bradley says. “I’ll save some for you tonight.”
The video ends. I just stare at it, the weirdest feeling starting in my groin. I’m not gay. I just wrote Bradley for the attention. But that last shot, all his cum shooting out at me, my wife practically feeding it to me……
I have to go excuse myself. I make my way to the bathroom, trying to act casual even though there’s no way anyone could possibly know what I’m planning.
The bathroom’s empty. I enter a stall and lock the door. Pull out my headphones, undo my pants and sit down.
Seconds later, I have the videos pulled up. All three, the ones from this morning and the one from last night. I play them and allow myself to grow hard just listening to my wife, watching her excitement, her expressions. Watching her suck and fuck and get fucked.
I grow hard as a rock. I can’t keep my hand away from my dick, begin stroking. I’m getting close now.
My phone pings again. Another video. I play it.
It’s another close-up of my wife’s face. This time she’s laying on top of Bradley in a 69 position, looking deep into the camera as she works his giant cock down her throat. Her mouth bobs up and down on him, taking more and more of his meat.
He responds in the background by groaning as he pulls her ass down into his face, eating her frantically as she gets him ready for another cum.
She pulls free of his meat for a moment, bounces the tip against her mouth, then looks right in the camera and says, “I know you’re watching these videos, babe. I know you’re getting off to them in the bathroom at work.”
My eyes widen, wondering how she could possibly know that. She continues.
“You see, when I set up your phone, I put a location and activity tracker on it. So I could see exactly where you were and what you were doing at any moment of the day. And right now, you’re watching me suck this glorious meat.”
As if to emphasize this point, she takes a deep dive on Bradley’s dick again, pushing her mouth all the way to his groin. Bradley responds by thrusting his meat up into her mouth, fucking her hard and fast.
My wife gags and pulls away, saliva and cum dripping from her mouth. She looks at me and smiles. “Don’t worry, babe. You and me are gonna suck istanbul travestileri Daddy off tonight when you get home. We’ll do it together…and, if you want, we can even make out afterward. We’ll cum swap, how does that sound?” She makes a kissy face at the camera and returns to sucking Bradley off. The video ends.
I am so confused, but also so hot and bothered that I can’t whack off fast enough. I finish quickly, clean up, and return to work.
The rest of the day, my phone pings several times….video after video after video. I dare not watch anymore, not wanting my wife to know I was looking at them.
It gets to be time to go home. I don’t know what to do. My two boys got home a couple hours earlier. Surely, my wife and Bradley have the decency not to do anything with them in the house.
In the end, it was my concern for them that causes me to head home. I pull into the drive. The house is almost completely dark.
I go inside. “Hello?” I ask.
“Back here,” my wife calls out from the bedroom.
I walk in, already dreading what I’m going to see. It’s my wife. In bed. Under the covers. Laying between two black men. One is Bradley. The other, I don’t recognize.
“What the fuck, hon?!” I say. “Where are the damn boys?”
She giggles, turns to make out with Bradley a moment before answering.
“They’re at your mom’s. I figured they could use some time with grandma.”
I look at the other guy in our bed, questioningly.
“This is Marv,” she says. “Bradley thought we could use the extra help tonight since i pretty much milked him dry today.”
“I’m almost ready for round eight though,’ Bradley says with a wink my way. My wife laughs at him.
Marv is already eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat. “Let’s get you out of those clothes,” he says.
“I…I don’t know,” I stammer.
But then, Marv sits up, begins unbuttoning my shirt, undoing my fly.
“I’m not gay,” I say, but allow him to continue.
“Sure you’re not,” he says. “Tell you what. I’ll make this as un-gay as I can seeing as it’s your first time.”
He pulls out my dick and immediately begins sucking on it. “Look at your wife,” he says, seeing my discomfort.
My wife obliges, and begins licking Bradley’s face all over, dragging her tongue seductively up and down his cheeks, then teasing his lips. He keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the attention. She sticks her tongue out, forces it between his lips. He takes it like a little dick, allowing her to penetrate his mouth.
“Mmmm boy,” Marv moans in delight as my dick begins to harden. He doesn’t waste any time, immediately plunging deeply down onto my cock.
I groan at his hot, wet mouth, still keeping my eyes fixed on my wife and Bradley.
She grabs the sides of his face, begins drilling his mouth with her tongue. Bradley can’t get enough of it, travesti istanbul sucking on her wet prick hungrily. They moan into each other with growing excitement.
At last, it’s too much. She motions for Bradley to reposition himself so he’s laying on his back with his head right next to me at the foot of the bed, right next to where Marv is busy sucking me off
My wife, completely nude, straddles his face, her head inches from mine now. She lowers her pussy onto his face.
Bradley is more than happy to help out. He grabs her by the waist, and begins eating her ravenously.
My wife gasps in pleasure, grinds down on him, and begins humping his face. I’m so mesmerized by it all that I barely notice as she leans into me and then, suddenly, she’s kissing my mouth.
I gasp, totally not expecting this, and she presses her tongue deep down my throat. I never realized how long it was before. I suck on it, trying to mimic Marv’s movements on my dick.
She clasps my head to hers, really starts humping on Bradley, and proceeds to mouth-fuck me.
I’m starting to lose it. Marv really knows what he’s doing, expertly running his mouth and tongue over my meat, my shaft, my balls. I begin to hump and bump into his mouth, much to his pleasure.
My wife is also nearing orgasm. She fucks Bradley’s lips with hers, begins digging at her clit, all while passionately making out with me.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I say, not knowing if I should since it’s a guy that’s sucking me off.
“You better god damn better!” Marv says around my dick.
And then, my wife pulls away slightly, looks me deeply in the eyes, and says, “Cum on him, baby. I’ll love you so fucking much if you do it….”
I can tell she’s dead said, and, for some reason, this pushes me over the edge way more than any amount of sucking could.
I grab the back of Marv’s head and begin thrusting into his mouth. My wife returns her mouth to mine, probing me with her tongue. She bounces on Bradley’s face. Her screams reverberate through my lips as she starts to cum. I fucking lose it
We all four begin moaning and groaning and yelling as my wife and I orgasm together. My cum fills poor Marv’s mouth, but he honestly doesn’t mind a bit. My wife rubs her pussy all over Bradley’s face, working down to a slow grind as she finishes cumming. Her mouth never leaves mine, and I fucking love it. I love her, and she loves me.
Afterward, we all fall back into bed. Marv is getting handsy with my dick, my ass, my chest, everywhere his hands can find to touch. I know he needs to cum, and I’m not sure what that’s going to entail. My wife doesn’t seem to care. She snuggles up to Bradley, but I notice she keeps a hand on me at all times.
I don’t know what the fuck this is. I don’t know what to fucking expect. All I know is my wife still loves me. Somehow. Someway. And if she needs to fuck other people….I guess I can share her pussy. Because I know I have her heart. God help me, I have her fucking heart.
Marv pulls me into his arms….as I hold my wife’s hand and brace for the worst. I let him have his way……..