Friend from College Ch. 02

I got very little sleep that night. I lay in bed, mind racing, thinking about what had happened last night...and, obviously, very likely the night before. My loving, sweet wife had snuck downstairs, in my own home, and given my college buddy a blowjob. And swallowed his cum. And then come back upstairs and fucked my brains out. And I had watched it happen!

I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about everything. I was angry, sure, and a little hurt. But I was also surprisingly turned on by the thought of my wife having this side to her, this dirty, slutty side. How did this happen? Was this the first time something like this had happened? Was she going to do more? Why hadn't I said anything, and instead just watched it happen? And I certainly couldn't complain about the sex for the last two nights, it was wild, passionate and exhilarating. Should I confront her? Should I ignore it? Do I want it to go further? My wife seemed to be facing none of these demons, as she slept peacefully beside me, dreaming who knows what.

The next day was Sunday, and I spent most of it doing yard work and jobs around the house. My wife took the kids to the park, and Randy spent the day watching TV and working out in our basement exercise room. We all had dinner together again, and the evening passed uneventfully. We watched a Sunday evening baseball game together, and then Amy and I told Randy we were heading up to bed. We went through our normal evening routine yet again, reading quietly next to each other. My eyes were on my book but I couldn't concentrate on the words on the page. Was she going to go back down there again tonight? Again my wife waited for a half hour or so until my usual time to turn out the lights, turned to me and said, "I'm going to go make sure Randy has everything he needs, be back in a minute," and grabbed a hair band from her nightstand, putting her hair up in a ponytail as she slid out of bed.

"Ok sweetie, you are such a good host," I said, trying not to sound overly suspicious, trying not to let on what I had seen the night before.

This time I was determined not to fall asleep, but I wasn't sure I was prepared to see what was happening downstairs again, so I sat there, in the darkness of our bedroom, on the cool sheets of our marital bed, and waited. Forty minutes passed, and I heard her quietly walking up the stairs and creeping towards our room. As she opened the door and entered, heading for the master bathroom, I flicked on the bedside lamp. She looked at me, apparently a little surprised that I was still awake. In the illumination of the lamp, I could see that she was flushed, sweaty, and had a shiny, sticky substance around her lips and on her chin.

"What took you so long down there?" I asked, unable to hide my suspicion and frustration at this point.

"Oh I was just making sure he had fresh sheets, and he wanted a glass of water," she lied, unconvincingly.

"Come here for a second," I said.

"I just need to run to the bathroom, I'll be in bed in a minute," she replied.

"Amy...come here, please."

She slowly walked towards me, apparently unaware of the evidence left behind on her face, or her disheveled appearance.

"What is that on your face?" I asked her pointedly.

"What? Oh, um...while I was down there I got hungry for a late night snack so I had an ice cream bar..."

"Amy...I saw you last night. I know what happened. What the fuck is going on?"

She immediately burst into tears and climbed into bed next to me, burying her face in my chest, and saying, "I'm sorry, Mike, I'm so sorry, I'm such an awful wife, I'm so sorry."

"Just tell me what happened," I said, with a mix of sympathy and anger, and my own guilt at having watched and said nothing the night before.

"Well, Friday night I went down to get him a blanket, and he was there, sitting in his boxers. And as I was getting things ready for him, his...thing, it slipped out the slit in the front. And I know that all the girls at school had talked about him, and said how...big he was, but I had always just figured that was just gossip and rumor. But Mike...its huge. He wasn't even hard, and it was still at least 6 inches. And thick, and...I couldn't stop looking at it. And...he caught me staring at it."

I could tell she was humiliated by this, but also that she was still extremely turned on from what she had just done downstairs, presumably expecting that she was going to come back upstairs and get fucked by her loving husband, a repeat of the last two nights.

"I can't talk about this anymore, I'm so humiliated, I'm so sorry, please can you please forgive me?" she cried.

"Amy...I need you to tell me what happened. I'm mad, of course, but I just need to understand exactly what happened. I still love you."

She stopped crying, sniffed and looked up at me, and gave me a sad smile.

"Are you...sure you want to hear about it?"

"Yes, baby, I need to," I replied. She paused, took a deep breath, and continued.

"He asked me if I liked it, if I'd ever seen such a big one, and I honestly can't remember what I said, but the next thing I know, he is telling me that normally he has to jack off before going to sleep each night, but if I wanted, I could...help him. Mike, I don't know what I was thinking, but I just kept looking at that fat, hard cock and...I walked over, knelt down, and started stroking it. It was so hot, so hard, he started leaking pre-cum almost immediately. He smirked down at me, and watched me jack him, first with one hand and then eventually with both wrapped around his shaft, for about five minutes. Then he sort of laughed at me, told me 'I'm not going to be able to cum just from your hand, Amy. Surely you can do better than that?' I felt so disgusted by this cocky, smug jerk, sitting here in his friends house, looking down at me...but then I looked at the slick, purple head, slimy trail of juice leaking down the underside of his cock, and...I bent forward, opened my lips wide and slid my mouth down over it. I sucked, and licked, and in about five minutes I could feel him tense up and he...he came in my mouth. And I swallowed it. I immediately stood up, told him good night, and rushed back upstairs. But...I was so fucking horny. And guilty, and shocked, but...so horny. I climbed into bed and I needed you to fuck me so badly."

"Wow...I honestly can't believe that this is my wife doing and saying these things. You are so...reserved. So innocent, so...this is just so unlike you!" I said, still trying to grapple with what she had told me, but noticing my own cock rapidly hardening as she recounted the events of that first night.

"I know baby, I don't know what came over me, I'm just...I'm not getting any younger, he has this reputation, I know he's fucked half the girls I know, and...it was just so big. I...couldn't help myself. I felt so awful about it, but then last night, and tonight, I told myself I wasn't going to go back down there, I was going to be a good girl, a good wife, and stay up here with you. But as I lay in bed thinking more and more about it, I...I just couldn't help it. Babes I love you and I don't want to lose you and I will never do anything like this again! Please dont leave me!" she cried.

I held her for a few minutes, mind racing. She was the love of my life. We had two kids together. She kept me satisfied in bed, and we had a great life together. Was I really going to throw all that away? Over this?

"I forgive you, Amy. I could have stopped this last night and I didn't, and I'm still not sure why, but watching you...be like this, watching this side of you. It was...exciting. I didn't know it existed, and I was turned on by it. But as long as you can assure me you won't do it again, I'm willing to forgive it and move on. Ok?" I said.

"Yes, yes, yes, I promise, I won't do it again, I'm so sorry, I love you so much!" she practically shouted, kissing my cheeks and face and mouth over and over, seemingly forgetting that she still had Randy's jizz on her chin.

"Lets get some sleep and try to forget this, I've got work tomorrow and Randy is starting his project so he should be out of the house most of the day. I love you, Amy."

"I love you, Mike. Good night!" she said and rolled over.

The next day, I woke up feeling oddly refreshed and well rested. I went to work, and although it was a little hard to focus, I more or less had a normal day. I returned home around 6pm, and Randy was still out at his own job. We had a nice family dinner, just me, Amy and the kids, and Randy finally made it back in around 8pm. "I'm exhausted, this project is a fucking nightmare!" he said, as he plopped down on the couch. "If its ok with you two, I'm gonna have an early night."

"Sure thing, Randy," I replied, and Amy and I decided that we would give him some peace and quiet and head to bed a little early ourselves. We tucked in the kids and laid in bed, reading and enjoying the time alone. After about an hour, I started to notice that Amy was becoming more and more restless next to me. She kept rolling over, side to side, adjusting her position. After about 20 minutes of this, she finally found a position she liked, and resumed reading her book. However, I started to notice that her hand seemed to be moving beneath the blanket, in a subtle but rhythmic way. I watched this go on for about 5 minutes out of the corner of my eye, before I was sure that she was...playing with herself! Right next to me, in bed, while pretending to read. Why didn't she just come to me if she was so horny and wanted to get off?

"Are you...touching yourself?," I quietly asked her, and her hand immediately stopped.

"Ha umm...yeah, I was a little. Sorry!" she said, turning red with embarassment.

"Do you want to fool around?" I asked, rolling towards her and placing my hand on her breast, squeezing it gently through her t-shirt. I gently squeezed her nipple which was already hard from her self-ministrations.

"No, no, I'm good, sorry, I was just...distracted," she replied.

"Ok," I said, rolling back over and returning to my book. A few more minutes passed, and again I noticed her being restless, rubbing her thighs together, not able to get comfortable. Finally it clicked in my head.

"You...you want to go back down there, don't you?" I said, somewhat accusatorily to her.

"What? No! I said I was sorry, that I wouldn't ever do it again!" she quickly replied.

"Amy...you have been squirming around over there for the last 45 minutes. I know something is up."

She looked at me, paused, and sighed. "Ok, you are right. I've been lying here thinking about...his cock. I can't help it! It just...it unlocked something in me. It flipped some kind of switch. I swear, I won't do anything about it, I promised you, and our marriage, our life together means more than any big, fat, hard juicy dick does. But yes, you are right, I've been thinking about it."

I noticed she repeatedly said she was thinking about "it," and never once said about "him," confirmed for me that she really was just...entranced, somehow, but Randy's big cock. I was again a little hurt, that my 7" was apparently not enough to turn my wife into a purring size queen, but this was still my wife, and obviously she felt that she was missing something, that she needed something.

"Amy...if you really want to, if you can swear to me that it isn't romantic, or emotional, that you don't have feelings for Randy...I'm ok if you want to. You know. Go back down there."

She lay very quiet, very still, for what seemed like eternity. Eventually, she turned to me, and said, "Are you...are you sure? You won't be angry, or hurt? I can absolutely say that I have less than zero feelings for that selfish, misogynistic pig, but...I can't deny that I just really, really want to go down there and..." she couldn't finish the sentence, but looked at me expectantly.

"And suck his cock?" I finished for her.

She looked at me solemnly, and slowly nodded her head.

"Amy...I'm ok with it. Enjoy yourself. But...come back up to me after. You are still my wife!"

She beamed at me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big, deep kiss.

"Oh thank you Mike, thank you for being so understanding. I promise. I will come right back up here and give you anything you want, I will fuck you silly!" she said.

I smiled at her and despite the insanity of the situation, I couldn't help but chuckle at her schoolgirl-like glee at the prospect of getting my permission to go downstairs and service the oversized cock of my college buddy.

She slid out of bed and practically skipped the door and out into the hallway. I lay in bed, patiently awaiting her return, knowing that her pussy would be soaking wet and ready to go for me when she returned, and still not entirely sure exactly what I was getting myself into. But I couldn't help but notice that my own more modest-sized cock was doing its best Randy impersonation, and creating a massive tent in my underwear.