Girls' Night Out

[Rhino444]

I hear the clink from the front door closing and soon after the slow, telltale creak of wooden floorboards. She thinks she's doing a good job of creeping in the dark, but she makes enough noise climbing the stairs that I'd probably wake up even if I wasn't already awake waiting for her. She's probably not completely drunk, just a bit tipsy. The air in our bedroom is soon fragrant with the whiff of alcohol with the faint scent of sweat, sex, and cologne underneath.

Is she getting careless? She used to take greater precautions before coming home, but now... does she think I'm oblivious?

I continue to feign sleep as she undresses on the other side of the room, clumsily unzipping her dress and discarding her heels before delicately pulling the covers up and sliding into bed. With a sense of urgency I reach over and wordlessly pull her towards me. Our mouths meet and the faint tang on her tongue once again tells me she's doing things for him that she hasn't done for me in years. He enjoys sexual privileges that I, the faithful husband, do not. I cannot fully understand the mix of emotions this knowledge does to me. Something gnaws at the pit of my stomach. Anger and despair well up within me. Jealousy threatens to consume me. And yet no matter how much I try to tell myself I should be a man about this and confront her. Scream and shout at her. Dump and divorce her... my dick betrays me, growing harder with every taste of her lover's dick I receive from her lips and her tongue.

Our kisses become deeper and as I get to her neck and she moans it's clear we're going to have a repeat of what happened when she got home from her "girls' night out" last week. And the week before. And the week before that...

I explore lower. I can't get my head between her legs quick enough. One taste confirms she didn't just give him a blowjob tonight. I part her pussy lips with my tongue – the bitter, salty taste of my rival slowly ebbing into my mouth. She moans louder and grabs a handful of my hair to guide my face deeper into her sticky cunt. She's already on the precipice of an orgasm and my tongue has barely gotten started. Something about what's happening right now clearly does it for her, moreso than me going down on her at any other time. I think it must be the power trip coupled with the forbidden, naughty taboo of it all. She seems to get off on the depravity of giving her poor, supposedly unaware husband a good taste of her boyfriend after they've been together.

I barely get started on her swollen clit and her legs quiver without warning. “Mmmmmfffuuuuck!” Her hips grind into the air and her head rolls back as she has a powerful orgasm from my oral performance. Most likely not her first orgasm of the night.

I can't stand it anymore. I have to be inside her. I've never wanted her more.

I'm overwhelmed with equal amounts of despair and lust as I penetrate her unfaithful pussy. Even in the gloom of our darkened bedroom I can just about make out the cat-like smirk on her face. Does she know that I know? Or is she just smug and self-satisfied at giving me the sloppy seconds leftovers again? Does cheating get her off that much? I never knew my once-innocent wife had it in her to do something like this to me.

Her pussy feels different on these nights, and this is part of the reason why I so love getting a turn after him. They say the myth of the 'stretched out' pussy is just that, a myth. But after many years of experience with my wife I can confidently say that when she's been freshly fucked less than an hour ago I can definitely tell a difference in feeling. The extra looseness leaves little doubt in my mind his cock is bigger than mine, which is probably why he's being granted access to areas I never get to go to anymore. And since they're clearly not using condoms, she's so silky, warm, and wet inside when she comes home. As wonderful as this sensation is on my dick, there's also the absolute mindfuck that I'm using his cum as lube on my dick in my wife's own pussy to contend with.

The confusing, conflicted, blissful hell of being a cuckolded husband.

She's spent from that last orgasm and now just seems content to lie there and take it. She's not bored, but it's obvious she's already had quite a workout tonight. The knowledge that she's exerted herself to the point of exhaustion for another man turns me on. I wonder what kind of positions he fucks her in as I continue to fruitlessly pound away at her almost limp form. He probably gets whatever he wants, while I, the boring husband, only ever gets to fuck my own wife in the same old missionary position every time. Can she even feel my dick right now?

I look her in the eye and I want nothing more than to ask her about him. I desperately want to hear the vivid, excruciating details about their trysts. I want to know about his prowess in bed, his cock size, all the things she does for him that she doesn't do for me. I want her to tell me exactly how much of a superior lover he is compared to me. I can't begin to understand why I crave her humiliating me so badly, but despite how much I secretly desire all that... I know I won't say anything to her. I'll continue to take it in silence because I'm afraid. Afraid of how she might react. Afraid she might freak out and stop doing what she's doing because maybe she really doesn't want to be caught. Afraid of being regarded as less than a man for developing a kink out of something that was not my choosing. Was I always this much of a cowardly beta? Is this why I'm being cheated on?

And yet as I'm seething at how unfair it is that I have to share my own wife's pussy with another man, my orgasm somehow continues to build. I think about what a little bitch I am for allowing this to happen – and for it to continue – without saying anything.

I can tell I won't last much longer. It seems like my stamina in bed goes down a notch every time he fucks her. It won't be long before I am a literal two pump chump. He is draining away my manhood and vitality by fucking the shit out of my wife every week, yet I can't help but take sick pleasure in it. I don't always like to admit it, but I cum deeper and harder than I ever have before on nights like these.

I want to hold out. To fuck her better and harder and deeper than him. To properly reclaim her as mine. But I know I must yield to the superior male. I know my wife's pussy is his now. I bellow in rage, frustration, jealousy... and ecstasy... as I boil over and cum inside her.

“Already?” she giggles and I immediately feel flush with the stinging humiliation I so desperately craved a few moments ago. “Well, somebody was turned on...”

I kiss her. Hard. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I gently ease myself off and hold her close to me. “Damn. If this is going to be a thing every time you come home from the bar you can go out for a girls' night any time.”

She grins at me in the dark. “Mmm, don't worry, baby. I'm not planning on stopping any time soon.”

[Doodledoc]

Just really hot and well written. Thanks for sharing.

[FFDriver]

Damn Rhino, that story rings so very true in my experience. I accepted it as something she wanted and needed, purely for herself. Never did I have a moments fear of her leaving me, and being honest, she was the perfect wife in every possible way.

She was (I use the past tense because of our ages... our marriage is stronger than ever), she was the very definition of discrete and private about her affairs. There's no question though... she pleasured a personal need, or variety that I could not provide and I think it brought us even closer.

She always.... Saved the last dance for me. Thanks for sharing your story.

[OOAA]

Pretty hot story!!!

[scarlettscuck]

Super sexy hot and we can ALL relate!

[ctucker59]

This is so HOT...great job putting the feelings of angst and arousal into words!

[happycuck136]

Great story for sure

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum happycuck136.

[wulfenus]

Great hot story! I like the POV from the hubby and the wife thinking she is getting away with something, such a good interaction.