Under the Bed

I have had a sexual fantasy for quite some time that I have kept hidden from my wife. Until this very moment, I wasn't sure I ever wanted this fantasy to become a reality, so it was not something I could ever share with her. However, without knowing it, my wife is about to fulfill that hidden desire. I am under our bed right now, about to listen to my wife get fucked by another man.

I guess I should let you know some background about my wife, our relationship, and the events that led me to where I am at right now. My name is Randy and my wife's name is Jessica. We were set up by a mutual friend three years ago, when we were both 25 years old. Jessica is short, standing about 5 foot 2. She has long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a very pretty face. She has a big smile that draws people to her. Her body is certainly not one of a model, but she has curves in all the right places. It is the type of body that is just calling out for a good fucking. Her best asset is a set of 36D tits that are nice and firm, with perfectly pink nipples. Every time we go out, I catch random guys or friends of mine sneaking a peak at her luscious breasts. This never really bothered me. To the contrary, I was always turned on knowing that men lusted after her body.

I am a good looking guy with a nice personality, but I never had much luck with the ladies before I met Jessica. This is mainly because I was very shy as a teenager and young adult. I was not a virgin by any means, but I definitely did not have the experience with women that most 25 year old men have. I had some drunken hookups in college and some short relationships post college, but I never had any consistent sex up to that point in my life. Having the same need for sexual release that all young men do, I resorted to pleasuring myself quite often. Actually, one of my favorite ways to get myself off was by reading erotic stories on this very site. These stories allowed me to enter into world of sexual fantasy that I wished was my reality. Each story and scenario gave me the ability to imagine that I was the man in the story, pounding some gorgeous woman's pussy as she begged me to fuck her harder. The erotic fiction really helped fill the sexual void that I had at the time. Looking back, I think that my immersion into this world of sexual fiction is what eventually led me to where I am right now.

My relationship with Jessica progressed like most relationships do. We went out a few times and had a lot of fun getting to know each other. After our second and third dates, we fooled around a little bit but I only got as far as fondling her tits. Emotionally, I was just beginning to come out of my shell at the time, and Jessica had a really fun, outgoing personality which helped me with my confidence. After our fourth date, I took her back to my apartment and we fooled around like we had after the last couple of dates. However, this time things went further and we both ended up completely naked in bed. Jessica took control, slid down to my crotch and started fondling my dick. She started with just her hand, but soon began licking up and down my shaft. I was in heaven as she took me into her mouth for the first time. She gave me an incredible blowjob, working my shaft like a pro. We moved into a 69 position and I started licking her pussy as she gave me the best blow job of my life. I was glad to find out that her pussy was just as impressive as her tits. She was completely bald down there and her slit was picture perfect. She was getting very wet as my tongue explored her insides, moaning in delight as she was bobbing up and down on my cock. She suddenly stopped sucking me and told me that she wanted me inside of her. I think I had the condom on within 2 seconds after she said this. She propped herself on top of me, grabbed my dick and slowly lowered her pussy down onto it. I can still remember the feeling of my cock working its way deep inside of her for the first time. Despite the condom, it still felt great as her pussy impaled itself on my cock inch by inch. My dick is pretty average in length, about 6 inches hard, but it seemed to fill her up plenty as she began to ride me. We worked up a nice rhythm with her bouncing up and down on my cock and grinding her pussy into me. I reached up and started stimulating her tits as she rode me. Since this was our first time together, I knew that I was not going to last very long. I flipped her over and began pounding her pussy missionary style. As I was getting close to climaxing, she screamed out that she was cumming. Her pussy pulled my dick in even further and locked down on me as she came. That was about all I could handle as I exploded in the condom soon after, filling it with the biggest climax of my life. I stayed in her for a minute or as we both came down off of our orgasmic high. I still look back at that first time with Jessica as one of the sexual highlights of my life.

Within a year, Jessica and I were engaged. We were deeply in love with one another. We made each other laugh constantly and had a really terrific connection. Our sex life was healthy. The only thing she didn't let me do was cum in her mouth or fuck her in the ass. Other than that, she was pretty adventurous in bed. I certainly didn't feel the need to delve into erotic stories much anymore because my reality was so fulfilling.

That was until a conversation I had with Jessica a couple of weeks before our wedding that was a turning point in my life. We were watching the Seinfeld episode that revolved around the possibility of George having a threesome with his girlfriend at the time. Jerry decided that he wasn't capable of being a threesome guy. In the spirit of the moment, Jessica asked me if I had ever been in a threesome. I told her no, I never had the pleasure of two women at the same time and I certainly wasn't interested in sharing a girl with a dude. I casually turned the question on her, asking if she ever had a threesome. Her answer, surprisingly, was yes. My dick twitched the moment she responded. I tried to play it cool and act like I wasn't that interested in her response, but inside I was going crazy. The same part of me that got turned on by other men checking out her body was the one that wanted to hear about every detail of her threesome experience. I probed subtly, and found out that her threesome was with two men, but after trying to get more details of the event, she said she didn't want to talk about it. I dropped the subject, knowing that I was not going to get any more info out of her at the moment.

For the rest of that day and the weeks that followed leading up to our wedding, I couldn't get the idea of Jessica being with two men out of my mind. I kept wondering how it all played out. Did she get picked up at a bar and taken home by two guys? Did a man that she was dating let his buddy join in the fun one night? Was she taken advantage of while she was drunk? I was consumed by all of the possibilities. I wondered whether the two men just took turns fucking her, or if they spent the night double penetrating her. The next time we had sex, I pictured that night in my head as I thrust into her tight snatch, imagining that I was one of the men double teaming her. The fantasy was such a turn on, and the sex we were having was amazing. Little did she know that it was because I was imagining her with a cock in her mouth as I took her from behind.

My curiosity about my Jessica's threesome continued in the lead up to our wedding. I began to browse Literotica once again, reading stories about "loving wives" whenever I had the chance. The stories acted as fuel to my already burning fantasies. After reading story after story, the fantasy became less about Jessica's past threesome and more about the idea of her being with another man. Even on the night of our wedding, as we were making love for the first time as husband and wife, I was imagining that it was my best man that was pounding her pussy, not me. This was after I read about a story with this similar scenario on this site a week earlier. I couldn't believe where my mind was going with this. I had just married my dream girl, and all I kept thinking about was other men fucking her brains out, pumping their cocks in and out of all of her holes and covering her in cum. What was wrong with me?

The fantasy continued long after we returned from our honeymoon. Each time we fucked, I would imagine that it was another man's cock inside of her gorgeous mouth and pussy. It got to the point that I couldn't get off without this fantasy in my head. I felt guilty about this, but there was little I could do to stop it. My mind had gone to a place that there was no coming back from. Every time we went out to dinner with our other married friends, I was wishing that one of the other husbands would bend my wife over the table, lift her dress and fuck her like mad.

Things only got worse once the honeymoon stage of the marriage wore off. Her once strong sexual appetite began to shrink and we were only fooling around once a week. Meanwhile my libido was through the roof. I began to pleasure myself more and more when Jessica was not around. Almost exclusively, I was reading stories about loving wives. Wives that willingly or unwillingly had sex with other men. Whether the story was about a wife cheating on her husband with his best friend, or getting raped by the mailman, I couldn't get enough. I encouraged Jessica to run errands or go out with friends as much as possible. This gave me the time alone I needed to jerk off while reading stories about cheating wives and cuckolded husbands.

One Saturday, with Jessica out doing some grocery shopping , I took my customary seat in front of the computer and was about to go to the Literotica site, when I noticed that my wife left her Facebook account open and logged-in. I was about to close her session of Facebook, but couldn't resist the temptation of taking a peek in her message inbox first. I went to her inbox and scrolled through the typical messages between girlfriends making plans, saying hello to old acquaintances, etc., before a message caught my eye for some reason. The subject was "Where you at?" and the message was from a friend of Jessica's named Harris. I could see that the message was sent using Facebook mobile, so Jessica and Harris obviously wrote to each other from their mobile devices. I clicked on the message thread and read the following exchange:

Harris: "What section are you in?"

Jessica: "With hubby in section 127...Where you?"

Harris: "One section over, 126, row 7"

Jessica: "Restroom?"

Harris: "Great seeing you. You look amazing! Lunch soon?"

Jessica: "Definitely!! Looking forward to it"

My heart was racing as I was reading all of this. I was confused, attempting to put together the pieces. I saw the messages were sent in the evening on April 5th. That was last week. I remembered immediately that my wife and I went to a baseball game that night. She was on her Blackberry for most of the game, which is not unusual. In the middle of the fourth inning she said she needed to go to the bathroom. I offered to go with her, but she said that wasn't necessary. She told me to stay and enjoy the game. She was gone quite a long time, about 20 minutes. When she came back she said the line was really long for the ladies room. She also mentioned that she ran into an old friend of hers named Harris. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but I now realize that she neglected to tell me that her "running into" Harris was not random. It was a pre-arranged meeting. Nor did she mention any plans to meet him for lunch. I was really angry. I couldn't believe what I was reading. How could she arrange to meet some other guy when she was out with her husband? And then make plans to go to lunch with him? Even if it was innocent and non-sexual, the fact that she was not being honest with me made me furious. During all of this, I neglected to notice that my dick was hard as a rock. In a flash, my anger dissipated. I had been fantasizing about Jessica fucking another man for the last year and now I am reading secret messages between her and this guy Harris. Isn't this exactly what I wanted? I decided to search her inbox for other messages between the two of them. There was only one other thread and it was from two months earlier, in February. The message was titled "Long time" and read like this:

Jessica: "Hey you...long time, no see. How is everything?

Harris: "Hi Jess. So glad you found me on FB. I am doing good. What is up with your last name being different?"

Jessica: "I got married silly. How are things going with the ladies?"

Harris: "Damn, looks like I missed my chance. No girl has treated me as good as you did sweetie. Any chance your husband would let us go out on a date together, ha ha"

Jessica: "Not likely, stud...You shouldn't have stopped calling me...It could have been me and you that were married"

Harris: "I know...I'm an idiot. You look great in those pics on your page!! Jimmy probably printed them and has them taped on his bedroom ceiling. He was obsessed with you after that night we all got together."

Jessica: "I know...Poor Jimmy. That was fun...wish my sex life was still as interesting now. Let's try to meet up some time, k? ttyl"

I must have read the two messages 30 times over the next couple of minutes. I had to get all of this straight in my head. Jessica and Harris obviously had gone out with each other before her and I met. She liked him enough to suggest that he blew his opportunity to marry her. He had the balls to ask her jokingly whether I would mind if she went out with him. She considers her sex life with me boring. And the biggest revelation of all...It was Harris and this guy Jimmy that tag teamed my wife.

My heart was racing a million miles an hour. I immediately turned my attention to my dick which was about to explode after reading all of this. Like a madman I started pumping away, thinking about Harris and Jimmy filling out my wife like an application. It was a very short jerk off session. Within a minute, I was shooting a huge load all over myself. After I cleaned myself up, the phone rang. It was Jessica calling to let me know she would be home in a minute. I went over to the computer, closed Facebook, and sat in the living room watching TV, trying to act nonchalant. Jessica walked in the door and asked for my help with the groceries. As soon as we put all the bags down in the kitchen, I took her face in my hands and gave her a passionate kiss and told her how much I loved her. I had never found myself more attracted to her than I was right then. What was wrong with me? How could I love my wife, yet get so turned on by her flirting with another man. I was like a drug addict from that point forward. I needed to know if she was still talking to Harris. Were they actually going to meet for lunch? Had they already?

The next day, Jessica told me she was going to meet her friend Tammy at the mall for some shopping. I immediately wondered whether she was really meeting Tammy, or if she was meeting Harris. I went to the computer, downloaded and paid for one of those key stroke logging programs. I was hoping to track her key strokes and find out the password to her e-mail and Facebook accounts so that I could monitor her messages. As I was downloading the program, I couldn't help wondering whether Harris or some other dude was balls deep into my wife at the moment. I called Tammy's husband Darren, who I am friends with. I made some small talk, but what I really wanted to know was whether Tammy was at the mall with Jessica. When I asked what he and Tammy were up to, he did confirm for me that Tammy was at the mall. I quickly got off the phone with him, trying to figure out whether I was glad or disappointed that Jessica was really out with her girlfriend.

A couple days later, I left work early to get home before Jessica did. This gave me the opportunity to check the key logger for her password. Sure enough, after pulling up the program, I was able to see what she typed in for her password for both her Yahoo e-mail, as well as Facebook. I was in. From here forward, I would be able to see any messages that she sent to or received from Harris and any other guy she might be flirting with behind my back. I checked Facebook first and found a message thread between her and Harris from yesterday. It read:

Harris: "Hey hot stuff...When can we do that lunch?"

Jessica: "Hi...So glad you still want to. How about this Friday? I will tell my boss that I have a lunch meeting with a client. You want to meet me at my house instead of a restaurant? That way we can catch up without all the noise...How about noon?"

Harris: "Sounds great...You going to cook me something special?"

Jessica: "Of course...I definitely remember what you like :-)"

Okay, this is definitely more than innocent flirting, I thought to myself. I think my wife is planning on having sex with this guy. One the one hand, the idea of it all was exhilarating. This was playing out just like one of the many stories I had read. However, reality was starting to set in and I wasn't sure that I enjoyed being a character in a real life situation like this. Even though I have been hiding my sexual perversions from my wife, she was still my wife for God's sake. I loved her more than anything. Although our sex life was not what it once was, we were still best friends. I still wanted to start a family with her and grow old with her. I wasn't sure if I could get past the idea of her infidelity just because it made my dick hard to think of her with another man.

At this point there was no way I could confront her about any of this. There was no proof that she had cheated on me yet. I could be making more out of this that it was. Lord knows my mind has a hard time reconciling fantasy with reality. Plus, I wasn't exactly keen on her finding out that I fantasized about her having sex with other men and hacked into her Facebook account. I decided that the only way to come to any resolution about all of this was to somehow witness what went on between her and Harris on Friday.

The next day at work was a Wednesday. I went to our HR representative and asked for that Friday off. I had plenty of vacation days available, so he said it was not a problem. The next two days seemed like an eternity. I tried to initiate sex with Jessica both Wednesday and Thursday night to no avail. She had a "headache." I wanted to ask her if she really had a headache or if she was just saving her pussy for her meeting with Harris on Friday. I wisely kept my mouth shut.

I didn't get any sleep Friday night. The alarm went off at 6 a.m. just as it always does and Jessica popped out of bed with an unusual bounce in her step. She was already in the shower when I went to take my morning leak. When I looked in the shower, I saw that she was shaving her pussy. She didn't keep her pussy as well-groomed since we got married so I couldn't help but wonder why she was shaving today. I got in the shower after her and by the time I got out, she was dressed for work. Her choice of outfit for the day was certainly a little more provocative than usual. Her typical business suit was replaced with a dress that seemed more appropriate for a Saturday night out on the town. The dress had a plunging neckline that exposed some serious cleavage. Much of her 36D bust was on display. The dress was also much shorter than her usual attire, cut at about mid-thigh. The "fuck me" heels and red lipstick she put on today did nothing to ease my worry about what was going to go down that afternoon. I have to admit that she was looking pretty fucking hot. It took all my willpower to not rip her clothes off and fuck the shit out of her right then and there. Instead, I asked why she was so dressed up today. She told me that she was meeting an important client for lunch and he always gave her more business when she dressed sexy. I told her I understood, and that business was business. We left the house at the same, as we always did. Before getting in our cars, I went to kiss her goodbye but she pulled away, saying she didn't want me to mess up her lipstick. I accepted this and we both started up our cars and backed out of the garage. She made a left down the street, and I went right, just as we always did. However, today I parked the car a couple of blocks away and walked back to our house. Entering the house, I couldn't help but think that this home might never be the same after today.