Passed Over

So, when I saw Mike leave early on a Wednesday, right after my wife texted me telling me she wouldn't be home until late, my body went numb. I tried to keep telling myself it was nothing but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it wasn't. It took me a while to recover from the shock of it all, and by then Mike was gone and there was no way I could follow him. I thought of trying to call my wife sometime later that evening and confronting her, but I knew that wasn't something I was ready for. Besides, I didn't have any actual proof, all I had was a hunch. The last thing I wanted to do was accuse my wife of something she didn't do. That would only push her further away.

So I stayed and worked late myself. I couldn't get any work done though, with thoughts of my wife and boss together somewhere. I tried to figure out what I should do. Part of me was scared and didn't like the idea of confronting either Mike or my wife. Besides, I knew I needed proof before I did that or otherwise I might just make a fool of myself.

Later that night sometime past three in the morning, I was lying in bed next to my wife unable to sleep. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my brain. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I felt like I could barely breathe. I got up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water to try and calm myself. As I stood trying to pull myself together, I spied my wife's phone charging on the kitchen counter. I debated in my head for an instant but in the end I couldn't help myself. I had to know. If my wife were involved with Mike surely there would be evidence on her phone. A text at the very least.

With my hands shaking I picked up the phone from the counter and swiped right. I knew my wife's pin code and typed it in, barely able to hold the phone as I did. Part of me suspected she had changed her pin and the code I knew wouldn't work. If I were having an affair I thought, I would change the pin code on my phone. So, it was a bit of a relief when the phone opened with the code I knew. Still, I had to be sure.

If felt like my stomach hit the floor when I saw it. I'd never felt such emotion come over me as it did in that instant. My heart thumped, my mouth went dry, my head spun, my skin tingled. It was like everything hit me at once and I was completely overwhelmed. I stood there shaking, staring at the picture in the dim light of the kitchen.

What I saw floored me. My beautiful wife was on her knees on the floor, naked except for a pair of high-end heels. The picture was obviously a selfie Mike had taken. In it, his arm was outstretched and he was staring at the camera with a big grin on his face. He was naked as well. His fit and toned body was on full display. The washboard abs, the toned biceps, the stout chest. All of it.

What also was on display though, was his cock, with my wife's hand wrapped around it, the wedding ring on her finger in full view. At the moment he took the picture you could tell he was still erect but no longer rock hard. Even then his cock dwarfed mine. I couldn't help but stare at my wife and the cock she held in her hand. His cock was cut, with large veins bulging from the sides and a slight upward curve of his shaft as it emerged from neatly trimmed pubic hair. He was a least two inches longer than me and quite a bit thicker as well. He seemed like the essence of masculinity. Everything I was not.

My wife was turned toward the camera as well, a sly grin on her face, holding his cock on display as if she had just won first prize at the county fair. A trail of cum leaked from the corner of her mouth. Even more cum was spread across her breasts. The smile on her face was mesmerizing. She seemed radiant. Her smile and the bit of cum dripping from her mouth caught my eye more than anything else in the picture.

Underneath the picture were two simple words and a wink.

Hey sexy. 😉

I stood and stared at the picture for what seemed like forever. All at once, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Emotion sprung from nowhere and I had no idea what to do, so all I did was stare. I felt jealousy and rage. I felt emasculated. I felt bewildered and unsure, but still, I couldn't stop looking.

It was somewhere in that moment, amid all those other emotions I felt something else as well. Aroused. I couldn't believe it. Here I was staring at my naked wife with some other guy's dick in her hand and at the same time I felt my own cock throbbing in my pants.

I hated Mike in that moment. I hated that he was standing in front of my wife with such arrogance. I hated that his cock was so much bigger than mine and that my wife's hand was wrapped around it. I hated that he was my boss and I hated that he had just cum in my wife's mouth, something she had never let me do. Even more than hatred though, I felt jealousy. Jealous that my wife had put his cock in her mouth. Jealous that she had made him cum. Jealous of the way he had made her smile in a way I knew that I couldn't.

I sat there and stared at the picture with all the hate and jealousy and a thousand other emotions coursing through me, and the thing I did next surprised me the most. I don't know why I did it, I just know it felt like I had to. With my eyes never moving from the phone I placed it on the counter and unzipped my pants. Soon I had my cock out and was stroking it. I looked at my wife in the picture and imagined her sucking his big cock. I imagined the sounds she made as she did and I wondered how much of his huge cock she got in her mouth. I imagined what Mike looked like when he came and what my wife looked like as she swallowed his load. All of this happened in an instant. I lasted maybe ten seconds before I came, standing alone in the kitchen, looking at a picture of my wife with another man's cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

The next day I didn't say a word, not to Mike or my wife. I wouldn't have known what to say anyway. Emotions were still flooding through me as I tried to reconcile it all. At work, I tried to avoid Mike as best as I could, but I wasn't very successful. Being around him made me feel weak and ineffectual. I couldn't get the image of him standing naked in front of my wife out of my head. Knowing I was so much smaller than him, and that what my wife really wanted was his big cock, made me feel subservient to him in a way I'd never felt before. Somehow my dislike of him turned toward acceptance that he was able to satisfy my wife in ways that I couldn't. I pictured myself standing naked next to him, the difference between us obvious. His strong, toned masculine body, and his thick, virile cock, next to me and my slender, pale body and undersized cock. No wonder she chose him. No wonder she let him cum in her mouth.

I kept thinking back to the picture and the devilish grin on my wife's face and the lust in her eyes. I'd never seen her look that way before. A part of me understood why she would need that, why she would want that. I found myself thinking about the first time he fucked her. I didn't know when it had happened, I was just sure that it did. I thought about how it must have been a revelation to her, to feel a cock that big inside her, sliding in and out. I wondered how it must have felt to feel stretched and full, compared to having nothing but my average cock inside her. I imagined the look on her face the moment her entered her for the first time, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth hanging open. What's more I couldn't help but imagine the look on his face, the first time he came inside her, filling her tight pussy with his cum, claiming her as his own.

Some or all these thoughts ran through my head every time I was in the presence of Mike that day. He was fucking my wife and there was nothing I could do about it. Instead, I let him boss me around, hanging on his every word, jumping at his every command. It's a peculiar feeling to know a man has dominated you in such a way, taking for his own what you always thought was yours. I found the best way for me to deal with it was to accept it. Truth be told, I was scared to confront or challenge him. I was afraid of being emasculated even further, I was afraid of who my wife would choose, even if I already knew the answer. It was easier to accept it I thought, and to keep the part of my wife that I knew I could, rather than pick a fight I knew I couldn't win. So late that afternoon when my wife texted to let me know she would be working late, and when I then saw Mike leave work early, I chose to do nothing. I knew he was going to give my wife something that I couldn't.

Another week went by and still I didn't acknowledge what I knew. She stayed late and came home fucked twice that week. I don't know if now it was because I knew, but it seemed like she was becoming less careful as time went on. Both times she came home late she was out of sorts and disheveled, with her hair askew and her lipstick gone. She had always kept herself prim and proper for as long as I'd known her, but now it seemed like something had changed. As soon as she came home she would hurry off to the shower, mumbling something about all the stress at work.

The second time with her in the shower and the bathroom door closed, I snuck into our closet and rummaged through the hamper looking for the panties she had just taken off. It didn't take long to find them; they were damp and soiled with his cum. It was a surreal feeling to hold my wife's panties, knowing another man had just cum inside her. It was almost by instinct that I found myself taking my cock out and stroking it as I stood alone in the master closet. It didn't take long before I came, shooting my load all over the inside of my wife's soiled panties in a futile attempt to somehow reclaim my wife by covering over his seed. It didn't dawn on me until after I came, realizing how pathetic it all was, knowing that he came inside my wife, and I did nothing but cum in her previously defiled panties.

Thursday afternoon I texted my wife letting her know I was going to go gambling with my buddies Friday and Saturday. It was something I did with my friends a couple of times a year. Four of us would pile in a car and drive four hours to the closest Indian reservation for a weekend of blackjack, craps, and drinking. Typically, we'd leave Friday afternoon and come home sometime Sunday. Since it was nothing out of the ordinary, I knew she would think nothing of it, other than as a chance to spend the weekend getting fucked by Mike without having to worry about me. Little did she know that I didn't intend to go gambling.

Instead, I planned to stay behind and finally see what she was up to. Part of me suspected she would invite him over to our house. It was something she hadn't been able to do when I was around, and I figured it would make things easier for them. They could be together and not have to sneak around or drive anywhere. Somehow I thought, if they were at our house that would make things easier for me too.

So, on Friday after work instead of going home or going gambling with my buddies, I killed time at a small bar a few miles from our house. I had a couple of drinks before grabbing a six-pack at the gas station and heading home. However, instead of going home I parked my car on the street a block away from our house. By then it was nearly dark and I left the car with the six-pack and hopped over several fences and into our backyard. I grabbed a chair from the patio and took my place in a dark corner of the yard behind a few trees drinking beer and waiting for him arrive.

Our house was such that the master bedroom was on the first floor with three windows facing the backyard. Each window was outfitted with plantation shutters that were always kept slightly open to allow some amount of light into the bedroom. The master bathroom faced the backyard as well with a large block glass window near the bedroom windows. The block glass was thick and prevented anyone from seeing directly into the bathroom, yet you could still see light and detect shapes moving inside.

Sometime after seven I saw the light turn on in the master bathroom. I watched as the figure of my wife moved about. I was mesmerized watching her, knowing that she was preparing herself for him. I watched her get ready over the course of half an hour, slowly sipping a beer as I did. Soon all sorts of images began to flood my mind. I watched as she primped her hair in front and the mirror and moved in and out of the closet seemingly trying on a half dozen outfits. I imagined being hidden inside the bathroom, watching her prepare for him. Seeing her meticulously apply her makeup and fix her hair. I wished I could watch as she slipped into the lingerie I knew she bought specifically for him. By the time she was done I had finished two beers, yet that did nothing to dull the ache between my legs.

Twenty minutes later I watched as his silver Mercedes pulled into the driveway. I heard the garage door open and him pull the car inside. I'm sure my wife wanted to avoid any uncomfortable questions from the neighbors. I took a long swig of beer just as I heard the garage door close.

The next hour was agonizing as I sat alone in the dark in my own backyard as my wife was inside our house with another man. I wondered what they were doing inside as the bedroom remained dark. The beer seemed to give me a brief flash of courage and for an instant I considered barging into my own house and catching them in the act. I quickly thought better of it, imagining what might happen if I did. What if I barged in and caught them, and found my wife bent over the back of the coach and him fucking her? What would I do then I thought? I imagined the embarrassment of confronting him only to be sent out of my own house while he finished fucking her. It was difficult for me to imagine any other outcome. At this point I was nothing if not submissive to him and I desperately wanted to avoid having that fact pointed out.

I had just opened my sixth beer when my eyes jerked up and I saw a single lamp come on in the master bedroom. I watched through the opening between the shutters as my wife walked into the bedroom followed by my boss. Up until that point I had only seen a picture of them together and not in the flesh. Somehow seeing them together right before my eyes was a shock to my system. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt a pit grow in my stomach. I placed my hand across my chest to calm myself, but it was no use. Instead, I sat with my body shaking as I watched my wife in the dim light of my own bedroom with another man.

My distance from the window and the plantations shutters partially obscured my view and the lamp next to the bed failed to provide much illumination. Still, I could make out most of what was happening. Mike sat on the edge of the bed as my wife stood before him. I could tell he was talking to her, telling her what to do, as piece by piece she removed her clothes. By the time her black cocktail dress hit the floor I was out of my seat and crawling across the dark yard toward the bedroom windows. I watched as my wife stood before him in black lace panties and a black lace bra. She was also wearing a matching garter belt along with silk stockings. She clearly had bought the ensemble just for him as I didn't recognize any of it.

The way she stood before him seemed unusual. She looked uncomfortable being exposed in such a way and moved her arms and hands in a vain attempt to cover up. With me, and in front of other men, she displayed a sense of confidence that made her ooze sexiness. Mike, on the other hand, oozed masculinity as he sat on the bed, so much so that he turned my strong and confident wife submissive solely by his presence. I inched closer to the windows as he commanded her to remove her bra. I watched as she unfastened the clasp and it fell to the floor. The nipples on her small breast were erect and dark red. She instinctively tried to cover them, but he quickly told her no and she let her arms drop to her side to give him a clear view.

Next came her panties and garter belt. First came the garter. That seemed easy, but my wife was positively awkward as she slid her panties over her hips and down past her knees. As soon as she had them off and was able to stand back up, she immediately moved her hands between her legs to cover herself. Once again, he insisted her move her hands aside so he could see. She stood awkwardly and totally exposed before him. I was completely taken aback by hear cleanly shaven pussy. That was just one more thing she did for him that she had never done for me. I wondered when she had it done. It had been over a month since I'd seen her naked.

That thought quickly faded as I watched my wife drop to her knees in front of Mike. He still sat perched on the edge on the bed but know he spread his legs to let my wife take the space between them. She looked down with anticipation and lust in her eyes as she watched him slowly unzip his pants and take out his huge, hard cock. He nodded his head for her to begin and she knew just what to do. I silently watched as my wife slid another man's cock into her hungry mouth. She was eager to please and took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. Still he wanted more. He placed a hand on the back of my wife's head and guided her mouth even deeper onto his cock. From that angle all I could see was the silhouette of my wife's head bobbing up and down in his lap.

By now I had crawled all the way across the yard and was on the patio looking directly through the plantation shutters and into the bedroom. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand had slipped down between my legs and was massaging my swollen cock over the thin fabric of my pants.

I sat and watched mesmerized for more than five minutes as my wife eagerly sucked his cock. Still in all that time he didn't seem close to orgasm. Instead, he sat still and relaxed on the edge of the bed as she pleasured him. To me, it seemed more of an act of dominance than anything else. I was surprised to watch a man treat my wife this way, I was surprised even more that she accepted it.

Soon he stopped her and placed two of his fingers underneath her chin and forced her to look up and directly into his eyes. I couldn't see what he said but I watched as she mouthed the word "yes." Their roles soon reversed as she took her place of the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her. He methodically disrobed as she watched in awe. Soon his entire muscled body was revealed, and his massive cock completely exposed. Seeing it now, fully hard and in the flesh, it was hard not to be impressed. My wife's eyes seemed to fixate on it, and in that instant as I rubbed my own cock through my pants, I realized how inadequate I was. In that moment I completely accepted the fact that my wife needed, and more importantly, deserved more.

I watched as she spread her legs and he took a step forward. His voice was more commanding now, and in the still of the night, I could hear what he was saying through the glass.

"Do you want it?" he bellowed.

My wife stared eagerly at his cock and then up toward his eyes.

"Yes," she replied.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck me, fuck me good, please," she begged.

"That's a good girl," he said smiling.

He grabbed her legs on the inside of her thighs as he stepped forward. She fell onto her back as his hands slid down toward her knees, where he grabbed her and held her legs apart. With the tip of his cock he lingered at the entrance to her tight pussy. She couldn't deal with the anticipation, yet still he teased her, not allowing his cock to slip inside.

"Please fuck me, please," she whelped.

And with that he stepped even further forward and began to slide his huge cock inside her. She threw back her head and arched her back and let out a sharp cry as he penetrated her. It was almost as if his cock was too much for her to take. He went slowly at first, gently guiding himself inside. I watched as she gripped the sheets with each hand and closed her eyes tightly. Each of his strokes went slightly deeper, until after seven or eight strokes he was all the way inside her. Soon he began to pound her methodically, his pelvis slamming against her with every thrust. Unrestrained she cried out repeatedly, making sounds I didn't even know she was capable of. Less than two minutes passed before she was crying out in ecstasy, her body writhing and twisting on the bed. It was clear she was cumming as he continued to pound her while she screamed out his name. Nearly twenty seconds later the wave of pleasure passed, her body relaxed, and her moans turned to heaving breathing. I watched as he slowly withdrew his thick cock from my wife's pussy and was astounded to see that he was still rock hard. After all her moans and whimpering and the way her body moved and reacted, he didn't even cum. I was in awe.