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sorry for the delay, excited to continue this story, which is partially inspired by true events. This story continues the thread mostly centered on voyeurism and humiliation. Hope you enjoy part 2 🙂
At a point in my long drive home, I had to pull over. The comedown was in full effect. I started to doubt whether my ambitions to "fuck my wife harder than I ever have before" that night were realistic, or even possible. I had a sobering realization as I sat pulled over on the shoulder, with come leaking through my pants, a another man's cum in between my fingers; courtesy of his girlfriend's soaked ripped tights. The realization was that a strange, black man, basically did everything to say to me "I fucked your wife" without explicitly saying those words. What the hell happened? It felt like my life changed over the course of a couple of hours. And why did I enjoy it so much in the moment?
I had a desperate desire to fill in the gaps of this story. Here's what I knew:
- My wife Mel goes out with her friends a lot without me, and comes home late
- Darius and Sarah frequent a bar/dance club that my wife Mel enjoys
- Darius and Sarah 100% knew Mel
- When they knew I was her husband, they fucked like animals in the backseat of my car
- They could tell that I enjoyed watching them
What I wanted to know was, did their actions really say what I think they were saying? If so, how long has this been going on? Do they meet up outside of the club? Maybe they don't fuck, maybe they just dance together? Does my wife fuck anyone else? Is my wife planning to leave me? I was quickly spiraling. The horniness I felt up until I dropped the happy couple off was replaced with utter despair and self-pity at my situation. I don't think I did anything to deserve this, I have been a good, loyal husband. Mel and I have, in my mind, a satisfying sex life. I knew she had been with a lot more partners before me – men and women – but I never had any indication that she was dissatisfied with me as a lover or a partner, nor did I ever divulge my intimate thoughts about her previous partners.
I reflect on that last thought. I guess I hadn't thought too much about how much her past turned me on, or if she ever caught wind of that. I used to just close my eyes and imagine some of the sex she would have with her ex-boyfriends; particularly Malik, the man who she said used to hold her up over his head to eat her out. Occasionally, I would scroll through the hotpast subreddit. And I guess when I did watch porn, I had a tendency to prefer interracial. Maybe Mel had seen some of this…
It hit me that I was trying really hard to blame myself, rather than what a normal person's reaction would be to getting cheated on, which is to blame the spouse. After all, I never consented to nor verbalized any intention of opening up our marriage. My self esteem was quickly reaching an all time low, so I decided to just get home and confront her.
I got home a little past 2:00 AM. My heart and my brain were racing, preparing for all of things I was going to say. I had never been cheated on – to my knowledge – so this type of confrontation was brand new to me. I took the tights inside with me, not knowing really what to do with them other than put them in my pocket. As I entered the house, I hoped it wouldn't be the final time; I loved Mel and I didn't want to leave her, even if she did cheat, but I acknowledged that this was a possibility if I indeed was about to accuse her of what I 99% was sure of. I rounded the corner and turned the hallway light on, Mel had left the bedroom door ajar and I quickly found her sound asleep. I tried to announce myself by walking with heavy steps, but she was a pretty deep sleeper. I contemplated waking her up, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep without having this conversation. I nudged her and nudged her until she very groggily went "huh? what?"
"Mel, wake up, we need to talk"
"I'm asleep.."
"Please it's important."
"Noo ugh"
"I'm serious Mel.."
She rolled over very reluctantly and cut the other lamp on. I thought to myself that maybe this was a bad idea, she was barely lucid as she was clearly in the middle of a sleep cycle. Then again, maybe this meant she would be more honest if her brain was running this way.
"I just drove someone home from the Leaf Lounge"
"..ok"
"They said they knew you."
"Who? Darius?"
"Uh..yeah" I was not expecting this. "How exactly do you know him?"
"He's uh, an old friend. Him and his girlfriend are there a lot. They.. are pushy"
"Pushy?" Relief was starting to wash over me, maybe this wasn't what it seemed, maybe Darius and Sarah were just freaks.
"Yeah pushy. They're swingers. Can I go back to bed now?"
"Uh.. yeah sure. Sorry to wake you." Mel cut the lamp and instantly went back to sleep.
Maybe I had it all wrong. Her candidness would leave me to believe that she has nothing to hide. The way she categorized them was starting to line up differently with my experience, it's starting to seem like Darius and Sarah were more like sex pests. The brazenness to have sex right in front of an Uber driver, would be the exact type of people that would be called "pushy" in a club setting. I was starting to feel relieved and also angry at what this couple was doing. What kind of weirdos just post up in clubs, trying to coerce other people's wives into entering little throuples with them? It didn't matter that Sarah was a 10/10, or that Darius was built like a GQ model, if what Mel was alluding to was true, then these are borderline predators.
But… then another thought crept in: Mel didn't exactly say they *didn't* have sex. Granted she's half asleep. But I still don't have the full picture. There I went again, spiraling. Why do the minutes feel like hours with all of these details? I thought I knew my life and wife pretty well up until this evening, but everything was so confusing now. I started to analyze everything: her word choice, Sarah and Darius' word choice, the way they spoke, the inflection in Mel's voice, past nights out that could have clued me one way or another.
But now it was a little different.. I started to get horny again. As mad and confused as I was, I started to have a horrible realization: I really enjoyed watching Darius and Sarah, and my enjoyment watching them was amplified with the implication that he had put that big black cock in Mel. Could it be that I was subconsciously *disappointed* that Mel may not have cheated on me? God, what the hell is wrong with me? My erection was telling me to do something I had never done.. go through my wife's phone.
I agonized over invading Mel's privacy, but this was pretty much the only way I was going to get to the bottom of this. I reached over her sleeping body, and grabbed her phone off the charger. I knew her password in case of emergencies, so with my heart racing my dick rock hard, I started to snoop through her phone, praying she wouldn't roll over and realize what was happening. I didn't know exactly where to start, so I went through her photos first. So many sexy selfies, but nothing incriminating. Messages were next. Everything seemed normal.
I started to think of how horrible I was for not trusting Mel. What kind of pathetic manlet lets himself get all worked up over this? Why was I expecting, nay *HOPING* to find evidence of infidelity? Why have I never sorted these feelings of inadequacy out on my own, instead of subjecting my wife to this by distrusting her in the most perverted and disgusting of ways. I was so ashamed of myself.
I was just about ready to put her phone back. But a final perverse thought coursed through me, that Mel and I had not only never talked about fetishes (other than my nylon fetish, which she was more than happy to placate) we had never really talked about porn. I legit did not know if Mel watched porn or not. I just assumed she didn't given what I knew about her personality. That's when I went to Safari.
She didn't have tabs open, but I decided to go to her history. Hmm… there was no history. But that's when I saw, out of the bottom corner of the phone, that a private window had been left open. I clicked on it, not expecting to see what I saw. About 15 different tabs were open, all from TONIGHT, and lord and behold, it was the motherload. Literotica, Reddit, Phub, pretty much from the *moment* I left the house until about 20 minutes before I came home. The story titles shocked me "Hotwife confession," "The Office Slut," "Becoming his whore" "Breeding retreat away from hubby." The subreddits were even more of a gutpunch: BlackWorldOrder, SheLikesItRough, Cuckold Pregnancy??! WHAT??? Who was this person??
I thought to myself: "She must do this every time she's alone and then scrub the history." It makes me wonder why she left the private windows open. Clearly she did not suspect me to snoop tonight. I mean, why would she?
My worst (or maybe best) fears were starting to come true. My wife was a secret porn addict at the very least. It made me question my initial search of her messages and photos. I looked for a locked folder in her gallery app. Such a folder DID exist, but I couldn't figure out the password though, so that was a dead end. I had begun to think to myself "Okay, being a porn addict is not the end of the world. I watch porn myself, and I haven't really communicated all my interests. She just has some unsavory tests… which happen to line up exactly with some of my experiences tonight with acquaintances of hers." I was at this point ready to bargain in the *non-horny* direction, afraid of what I might find. I mean, maybe I didn't secretly want my spouse to be cheating on me with a man twice my size.
And then it happened…
*ding* A Text from unsaved number. The preview read "Lol maybe you know by now…" Well fuck, I had to click on that. My heart stopped, It felt horrible, but I needed to read this message.
It continued "…but your man got quite the show tonight. Reminded me of this night.."
What night? This was obviously Darius, or Sarah. So what the fuck was going on?
*ding* Video Attachment (1:59).
Again, my nervous system locked my body in place. The preview photo was a perky white ass, naked with lace stocking tops visible just below her butt folds, with a big black hand over her left asscheek. I stared at the preview for awhile, contemplating whether I was really about to watch this video, which was intended for Mel, before her and without her knowledge or consent. With my dick leaking uncontrollably, I opened the messages and played the video.
It started with the aforementioned hand smacking the girl's ass and giving it a hard jiggle. It sure looked like Mel's ass, but I wasn't certain yet. Then a voice appears that sounds like Sarah's: "You like it when he grabs you like that?" Another smack and then the girl in the video replies: "Oh God.. yes."
Fuck. The voice was unmistakably Mel. That sweet, high pitched voice that cut through the air like spring wind. I'm faced with the realization that everything I was petrified of – and secretly hoping for – was happening to me.
"Are you ready for him to fuck you again?"
God.. how many times did they fuck? How often do they do this?????
"Yes.. ugh yes" replied Mel.
"Yes what?" Said Darius, with his deep baritone voice.
"yes..Sir"
Fuck, fuck fuck!!!!! Not only is my wife cheating on me, not only did she LIE about it, not only are her lovers aware of my existence, not only did they turn me into both Mel's cuck and their own cuck somehow; but on top of all of that, they have a whole BDSM dynamic that cut me out completely, as if I was nonexistent to her sexually.
As the video continues, Sarah grabs the camera and directs Mel to get on her back. She focuses on Mel's pussy as Darius takes his huge cock and guides it slowly into my wife unprotected. As his bulbous mushroom head enters her, Sarah turns the camera over to Mel's face, she winces as her eyes are closed and she's moaning up a storm. Darius then pushes his entire cock somehow into Mel, and begins to gradually increase his pace. She has one stockinged leg draped over Darius' shoulder, and they lock eyes as if they've done this many times before. He's caressing her other nylon thigh just as he did to Sarah in my Uber earlier that evening.
As the video reaches the 90 second mark. Darius abruptly stops and says "fuck, I was so hard, I came a little early this time." It's then that Sarah brings the camera back over to Mel's pussy to capture his slow exit from my wife. What's left is an absolute gaping hole, followed promptly by a tidal wave of seed dripping onto their bed. Mel lets out an excited yet exasperated gasp.
As the video ends, Sarah asks Mel a question that makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. "Does your husband fuck you like this?"
The silence between the question and Mel's answer felt eternal. It's followed by Mel assertively declaring "No, not even close."
At that moment, as was the theme of that night, I lost control. I came all over my stomach. For the second time tonight, I'm faced with the realization that I was undeniably turned on by this voyeuristic emasculation. I could no longer pretend that the betrayal, cruelty, humiliation, and lies that Mel subjected me to didn't excite me to no end. I was a cuckold in every sense of the word. Thank goodness Mel was on birth control, and I could only pray that Darius and Sarah were clean.
But at that moment, I decided to accept reality. Maybe in the morning – as on my drive home earlier – I would sober up and change the course of my life with these new revelations. But for now, I was a proud, accepting cuck, and I was happy to defer the responsibility of pleasing my wife to Darius, who was a true physical specimen and clearly more capable of controlling my wife than I. I marked Darius's messages as unread, closed the apps that opened, and put Mel's phone back on the charger, to give the impression that I didn't see what I saw. I pondered whether I would come clean to Mel, or if I could continue to let her think that I was oblivious.
The last thing I had to do was clean up the pathetic mess on my stomach. I looked down at my pile of sperm and thought about how I saw a superior man put his seed in two women that very evening, while my two loads were staining my pants and encrusting my happy trail. So at the point what better tool to use for cleanup than Sarah's sheer ripped tights, which were still in my pants pocket. Seeing as they were covered with Darius' know dry cum, it felt only right that we continue to share this little fetish item between the four of us. If Mel wasn't going to include me in this dynamic as a sexual being, I might as well embrace my own role, at least then I still feel a part of things. I dried it all up with the foot of her stocking, and then I tucked the tights right under my pillow on my side of the bed.
I went to sleep not sure of where life was going to go from here, but content with this new lane of self-discovery that I was on.
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