The Flight Attendant

It was Valentine's day, and my girlfriend, Elizabeth, was travelling again. It was the way of life to be dating a flight attendant, so it was to be expected. But it also always drove my insecurities and my desires wild.

We'd been together for years, and I never had any reason to think that she was unfaithful, but part of me couldn't shake the idea. When she would tell me she was staying in a hotel for the night before a return flight, I couldn't help but wonder. At home, her libido was huge; sometimes, I struggled to keep up, and I knew she was being hit on, especially when she was in her uniform. Her tight white blouse showed off her bust, the silly blue scarf thing being the only coverage for the gaping strain of the buttons. Her tight black skirt and high heels made her look unbelievably tempting.

I was sure that when she checked into her hotel and went down to the hotel bar for a drink, someone would hit on her, maybe the bartender or a businessman travelling. The idea that she was sleeping around behind my back made me feel sick to the stomach and incredibly aroused at the same time. I know it's wrong, getting turned on by the idea of your girlfriend fucking others and you not knowing. At the same time, whenever I thought about it, I couldn't help but think about all the possibilities and risks. Elizabeth is allergic to the pill, and when she tried an implant, she ended up very sick, so we use condoms. But she doesn't take condoms with her. I know I shouldn't have checked her luggage to see if she was bringing condoms with her. I know it's creepy, but I couldn't help myself. If she were taking condoms with her, it would have let me know she was cheating. But there was nothing, which made me think that either, she wasn't cheating on me or relied on the guys to provide protection. Of course, there was the possibility that she didn't use protection at all.

As I sat at home, waiting for her phone call, she always phoned me after checking in to her hotel. I was rock hard. My mind went over the possibility again and again. I felt like I could throw up from tension, but at the same time felt my cock throbbing in arousal.

Suddenly my computer started to ding, a video call from Elizabeth. I hit answer straight away. "Oh wow," I said as the camera turned on. My girlfriend, 600 miles away, was standing in front of the computer wearing nothing but lingerie.

"Happy Valentine's," she said, "I'm hoping to break this in soon," she said about the incredibly erotic and revealing lacy lingerie.

"Sorry, how soon?" I stuttered.

She laughed. She knew of my secret fetish and sometimes played it up for me. "When I get home, silly. You don't think I would fuck someone else on Valentine's day, do you?"

My voice squeaked as I replied, "No, not on Valentine's day," I told her. "You look incredible. I wish I were there."

She pouted at the camera, "Me too, honey, now I don't have long. The girls and I are having some drinks to make up for not being able to be with the men in my life. So I'm going to get dressed as we talk."

Now it was my turn to pout, "I was hoping we could, you know," I faltered.

"You were hoping we could have a little one-on-one time online?" she asked me. I shrugged while I watched her pull on a long, slim and red dress showing a lot of cleavage. "Just think of how hot it will be when I get home if you are all frustrated?"

I laughed, "And how sore I will be till then?" I said.

She just laughed and smiled sweetly at me. "I will try and give you a call if it's not too late when I get back from drinks. Have a great night, and I will see you tomorrow afternoon."

She blew me a kiss and stepped up to her laptop, and pressed a button. I went to close down the app before I realised that I could still see her, and the white-blue glow of the screen no longer shone off her skin. I quickly hit mute as I realised Elizabeth had turned her screen off instead of shutting her computer down.

My mind raced as I watched her take her room key and leave. Did she know? Did she do it deliberately? Was it just a mistake? I knew I should shut down the app, that this was like spying on her, but as I thought about it, I realised I was humping nothing in arousal. Maybe she was going to try and make my sick fantasy come true? Perhaps she was really cheating on me, and this would let me find out.

I groaned in frustration and decided to walk away from the computer for a while. I prepared a microwave dinner and had a beer before returning to the computer. Still, my mind couldn't stop thinking through everything. Being aroused, specifically about Elizabeth being unfaithful, made me think more about my secret fetish. I had a quick shower and got redressed in my satin boxers before returning to the computer.

I read a few stories about hot wives and looked up a video or two, hoping I could flog off and at least alleviate the sick arousal, but it didn't work. I couldn't really flog off. It wasn't the stories I desired, and it wasn't the videos of hot wives. My desire was for Elizabeth to do that to me, and I couldn't seem to get off on the fantasy like I usually would; instead, it just made me more aroused.

I jumped online to play a game or two, hoping mindless violence would distract me, but that, too, failed. I was clumsy in my distraction, missing shots I usually would have gotten.

About two and a half hours after Elizabeth left to drink with her workmates, I heard giggling and quickly quit the game, leaving my teammates short. What I saw on the screen shocked me, scared me and aroused me. Elizabeth led a man into her hotel room, closing the door behind them before leaning into him to kiss.

He was tall, handsome and well built and even as I started to cry, I felt my cock harden with arousal and poke from the fly of boxers. They whispered to each other as they kissed, and Elizabeth unbuttoned his shirt. Then she stepped back from him and pulled the dress over her head, revealing the sexy red set she had told me only a few hours ago that she wanted to break in.

"Damn, you are smoking," the man said as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her to grab her arse. After several more moments of kissing, Elizabeth's hands moved to his belt, and he pulled the open shirt from his shoulders. My girlfriend pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion, revealing his stiff cock, which to my shame, appeared longer and thicker than my own. I quickly went from crying to sobbing, even as my cock throbbed and oozed precum.

I had never felt so aroused or sick as I watched him push my girlfriend back onto the bed and kick his way out of his pants gathered at his ankles. As he crawled naked on top of her, I heard him say, "I can't believe your boyfriend lets you out of his sight."

I moaned and brought one hand to my cock; using my precum as lube, I started to masturbate myself. He knew she had a boyfriend and seemed happy with it. "He trusts me," Elizabeth replied. I could hear, more than see, the smile in her voice as the unknown man kissed his way down her body, paying particular attention to her cleavage. As he reached her stomach, his hands pulled at her panties, and she lifted her arse to give him better access.

"Oh my God," I moaned as I saw this unknown man kiss her soft bush. As he started to eat her, Elizabeth reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and revealing her perfect firm breasts. Then she guided his hand to her tit as he continued to eat her to a screaming orgasm.

"God, you are so much better at that than my boyfriend," she said to him.

I sobbed again, even as I continued to stroke my cock, my precum was thick and whiteish, and I realised I was oozing cum, but unable to release it. I momentarily thought that this must be what milking feels like before my eyes were drawn back to the screen as the man said. "I want to fuck those tits."

Elizabeth giggled, "Just my tits? Your cock is big enough that you can probably fuck my tits and mouth at the same time."

He laughed as he crawled back onto the bed and straddled her chest, "Bigger than your boyfriend's?" he asked.

"Much," she said, "I can't wait to feel it stretching out my cunt." She pressed her tits together and leant her head forward. I couldn't see properly from this angle, but soon enough, he was thrusting between her glorious globes and into her mouth.

"Your tit's are incredible," he complimented her as he continued for several minutes.

She pulled her head back, "Thank you, your cock is incredible," she paused for a moment, just watching his cock saw back and forth between her tits. "You said you can cum multiple times?"

He stopped thrusting, and I could see the shit-eating grin on his face, "Yeah, why?"

I could see her blush, "I want you to cum in me, then fuck me more and then cover my tits with your cum. Do you think you could do that for me?"

I whimpered as she said it and watched him slide back down her body. She wrapped her legs around him as his hand lined him up with her cunt. They both groaned as he pushed into her, and Elizabeth's back arched. "So fucking big," she moaned. "God, this is so much better than my boyfriend."

I shuddered, and my cock throbbed. A combination of my precum and cum had drenched my hand, cock, balls and chair, I could feel it wet under my arse, and yet I watched on while masturbating as this man fucked my girl bare.

His motions were forceful but not fast as he fucked her, with them both groaning and talking as he did. "Sure you will be able to feel him after this?" he asked.

She moaned again, "Maybe not, but I don't care right now."

"Good," he said, pushing deeper into her. "Jesus, your shallow," he said.

Elizabeth's hands were like claws on his back as she said, "Stretch me out. I want it all in me."

He grinned again, "You got it." With that, he increased his tempo and force, and Elizabeth's face showed a combination of insane pleasure and discomfort. His stretching of her insides continued for several minutes, and I wondered about the guy's stamina. I looked at the clock and realised that he had been in the room for more than half an hour. "Almost there," he said as I heard his balls slapping against her arse.

"God fuck, this feels good," she screamed back.

"Wait till I cum," he replied. His breathing was rapid, and I thought he must be getting close. He must be getting close to unloading inside my girlfriend, with no condom anywhere in sight. I moaned and shuddered, tears streaming down my face as I realised the truth. Elizabeth was a slut and was all but begging for this guy's cum, when I had cum in a tube of rubber.

"Yes, fucking fill me. I want to feel you fill me," my girlfriend screamed. My cock spurted of its own accord, spraying a short but powerful gout of cum up, which hit me in the face, and still I watched, pathetically masturbating to my girlfriend, begging for a stranger's cum.

Then he pushed one more time and held himself there, back arched, he groaned a strangled breath. "Oh, so fucking hot," Elizabeth screamed as he filled her. Her sounds made me think she could feel each pulse, as whimpers and moans came rhythmically for several seconds. Then he settled for a moment. "God, that was so good," she purred, "how long before you can," she paused as he started to fuck her again. "Oh my, good to go already?"

He smiled at her but said nothing. "I want you to fuck me, doggy, make my tits sway, and this time, when you are about to cum let me know. I want you to shower me."

He laughed and pulled back from her, and she quickly rolled over. They were side on from the camera, so this was a perfect angle for me to see her tits rocking back and forth. Just as quickly, he repositioned himself and lined himself up with her cunt for a second time. "Cum filled cheating slut, my favourite," he said.

Elizabeth laughed, "I never thought it would be my favourite, but I'm really starting to enjoy it," she said, groaning the last word as he pushed back into her. This time it was feverish and fast. He grabbed her waist and started to pound her as she leaned back to meet his thrusts. "Oh fuck yes," she screamed. "Oh, I love big cock." I felt my cock pulse again. This time the small forceful load splattered onto my monitor and slowly dribbled its way down.

I looked at the clock again. Where the time had gone, I didn't know, but Elizabeth's new lover had been there for almost an hour, he had stamina, and Elizabeth obviously loved it. "Harder," she begged, "come on fuck me hard like my boyfriend can't."

The man laughed, "God damn, you are such a slut."

"Yes, God, yes, I'm a slut, letting some guy I just met fuck me raw," she screamed. "I don't even let my boyfriend fuck me raw."

The dude laughed, and I saw him tense as he picked up speed yet again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, three or four thrusts every second, rapid fierce fucking making Elizabeth's tits giggle uncontrollably. "You want this load?"

"Yes, yes, cover me in your cum, paint me white," she screamed. I'd never heard her talk so dirty, which turned me on even more. My hand was a blur on my cock, and still, I couldn't cum properly and just oozed with occasional pathetic gouts.

"Get ready," he grunted through his teeth before pulling back and grabbing his cock.

Elizabeth spun around, kneeling on the bed before him as he groaned and loosened his grip. Suddenly his white cream was shooting forth, covering Elizabeth. She moaned as one hand rubbed it into her skin, onto her breasts, and the other was between her legs. It spattered her neck and face. There was so much of it, and it was the second time he had come that night. I groaned again at the thought. The first load, the one inside her, deeper than I could ever be, must have been more significant.

My eyes burnt from tears as I watched. There was so much, and it was such a turn-on. I felt myself gag from my own sick arousal but swallowed it back.

When his cock was weakening in its pulses, Elizabeth leant forward and sucked his cock into her mouth, moaning audibly as she did. "Even your cum tastes better than my boyfriend's," she said when she pulled back.

The man laughed. "Give me ten, and I should be good to go again," he told her.

Elizabeth gently shook her head. "I've got an early morning flight, and right now, my cunt hurts. I think you stretched out my cervix."

The guy shrugged, "You asked for it. So, should I stay here the night?" he asked.

She laughed, "No, I won't get any sleep if you do, but you have my number. I'll let you know when I'm back in town."

He laughed, "Well, that sounds like fun. Do you get here often?"

"Every four to six weeks," she said as he started to get dressed.

"You'll forgive me if I don't kiss you goodbye," he said.

Elizabeth laughed, and I saw her tongue snake out to lick some cum from her lips. The man joined her in laughter. "Well, it's been fun. I'll message you soon, and maybe we can share some pics while you are travelling."

She smiled, "Sounds fun."

Shortly afterwards, the guy left, and I watched my cum covered girlfriend stretch the cum glistening on her body before she stepped over to the computer.

I had stopped masturbating, but my cock was still rock hard as she turned the screen on. "Hi baby, happy Valentine's," she said. I was speechless as I just looked at her, taking the sight in, the cum hanging precariously from one nipple. "Hope you enjoyed the show. It was all for you, you know." I still couldn't speak.

"You, um, have a little cum on your face," she said to me, "I take it you enjoyed it, even if it hurt a little?"

"That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen," I squeaked.

She smiled, "Good, I have never cheated on you, so you know. But I have something to ask you."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved that this was all for me, or angry, or aroused, "Yes?"

She lifted one foot onto the table, and I saw her cummy cunt, frothy from their rampant fucking. She reached to the side of the screen for a moment as she said. "I know this has been one of your fetishes for a while. And I thought, before I asked you this, I needed to make sure I could give you everything you desire. So I organised for Toby to fuck me. He didn't know the camera was on."

I suddenly realised that I probably should have recorded this as this may well have been my only opportunity to see Elizabeth being a slut like this. I reached for the print screen button, and as I did, Elizabeth opened a small box, so my screenshot showed a solid silver band in a cream box, with my girlfriend covered in someone else's cum. "Will you make me a hot wife?"

Elizabeth was proposing, covered in cum, full of another man's cum, my girlfriend was proposing. I shuddered, and my cock started to spurt. Strong full gouts of cum streamed up, coating my chest and chin in my own jizz. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life and left me panting. Elizabeth laughed, "I guess that's a yes," she said.

"Yes," I replied, "God, yes, I will marry you, and you will be my hot wife."

She smiled, "You know I really enjoyed tonight, I didn't think I would, but I did, so I want to be your hot wife for real. Are you ok with that?"

I moaned again, "Take the ring out of the box," I said. She looked confused for a moment but did so. "Scrape the cum off your tits using my ring." She grinned and did precisely as I said. "Lick it clean," I was lost in aroused revery as I spoke. She did as I asked, poking her tongue through the middle of the band and licking it clean. "I can't wait to see you do that with your rings," I told her.

"When I get home, we will need to discuss guidelines," she said.

I smiled, "You mean you are not just going to fuck everyone?"

She shook her head, "Nope, big cocks from hot men, always raw."

I moaned, "Are you, I mean," my heart was racing as I tried to ask.

"Fertile, no, but I'm not on the pill or anything like that either, and I don't plan to be." She laughed as she heard me groan, and my cock pulsed again, further coating me in my own cum. "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, "but we should both get some sleep. You have an early flight tomorrow."

"One last surprise," she told me, "Open your top right drawer." I frowned but did as she asked. Inside, there were a couple of small boxes. I opened the largest of them to find a cock cage and moaned. Then I opened the smaller of them to see two small pendants. One had the word elegantly engraved across it, 'Hotwife'. The other had the block letters 'Cuckold'. "I can't wait to put that necklace on you," she said.

I groaned as she said goodnight and hung up the call. I quickly showered and went to bed, but I didn't sleep. The whole night I just fiddled with the two pendants and the cock cage, thinking about how I would soon be wed to my very own hotwife.