Accidental Cuckold
It had been an awful day at work. Another team in my company screwed up and caused a problem, my team was left to fix things. Not only had I been running around, pissed off, with barely a chance to sit down but my phone had died earlier in the day because I'd forgotten to charge it. I didn't realize my phone was dead until the end of the work day, when every other team was leaving but mine was staying to work late, and I tried to message my girlfriend Erin to let her know that I wouldn't be home at a normal time.
Finally late in the evening, well past dinner time and damned close to bed time, I finished work and drove home. The apartment was silent and dark when I arrived. Immediately I worried about Erin and wanted to call her, to see if she was alright, but with my phone dead I couldn't. So I plugged my phone in to charge and took a shower. By the time I got out of the shower my phone had charged enough that I could use it.
There were unread messages from Erin waiting for me. I opened them as I went to the kitchen for water and something quick to eat. When I read the first message I froze and stared at my phone.
> Well Baby, it's finally happening!
I had no idea what Erin was talking about. With my hand on the door to the refrigerator I thought, 'What is finally happening?'
> No more just talking about your fantasy.
> I decided to actually do it!
My heart leapt into my throat and my head swam. Erin and I had discussed a number of fantasies over our three years together. I wasn't certain which she was referring to, but if she wasn't home then I guessed it was the fantasy of her being with another guy. Though I had mentioned the idea a few times, it was always in the heat of the moment and my intention was to get her worked up so she'd fuck me harder. It wasn't a fantasy I ever wanted her to follow through on.
> I picked a guy that I know.
> I'm at his place now.
Erin had sent the messages hours ago, when I would normally have been home but today I was stuck at work. My mind raced, wondering what guy she was talking about, where she was, and what else she had said. Torn between trying to get ahold of her and reading the rest of her messages, I scrolled quickly to read them.
> I sure hope you were serious.
> Because I'm really going to have sex with him.
> If you changed your mind
> or if your fantasy was just talk
> now is your last chance to stop me.
There was a pause of about twenty minutes after that message. During that time I'd missed two phone calls from Erin. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat and the thumps echoed in my ears. On its own my thumb kept scrolling.
> Okay Baby!
> Since you haven't responded
> I assume you really want me to do this.
> Here's a picture before I go in there.
The stream of messages was broken by a photo. It was Erin, standing in a bathroom I didn't recognize, taking a selfie in the large mirror. Her dark hair was down, brushing her shoulders while she held her phone and smiled for the photo. She wore a gray tank shirt and tight black shorts that hugged her hips. Just barely visible in the photo were two lumps in the shirt, her hard nipples pressing into the fabric.
> I sure hope he likes me.
> He stares at me constantly at work
> so he probably does.
I felt faint and slumped onto a chair while my mind raced. Erin worked at a PR firm, the kind staffed by captivatingly beautiful people that one couldn't help but like. While I wondered which guy she was with, which of her coworkers she had chosen, adrenaline coursed through me and I began to shake. Gripping the chair for support I dropped my phone and momentarily forgot about it as I tried not to pass out.
After a dozen long minutes I felt strong enough to let go of the chair and stand. That proved to be a mistake as my legs gave out. When I was only a few inches off the chair I collapsed into a heap on the floor. Grabbing my phone I crawled from the hard, cold kitchen floor into the living room to lay as comfortably as possible on the carpet. Once my breath steadied and my hands stopped shaking enough that I could control them, I checked my messages again.
> Oh my god, Baby!
> That was amazing!
> Ah!
> My hair is such a mess.
> Here, look.
There was another photo. Erin was standing in the same bathroom, almost the same position as before, holding her phone and smiling while taking a selfie. Her hair was indeed tousled and slightly damp. Rather than what she wore before, now she was down to just a pair of dark blue lacy panties and matching bra. It was a gift that I'd bought her months before as an anniversary present. She had a hand on her stomach, obviously trying to calm herself, and she was blushing so hard the red had crept from her face down her neck and onto her chest.
> I guess that's what happens after getting fucked for an hour.
> I wish you would respond.
> At least say something.
> Look at me, you can see how much I'm blushing.
I wondered why she was blushing. Sexy photos, like the one I just saw, wasn't something we'd done. Like any other fantasy we talked about, it was briefly discussed while we were intimate, but never followed up on. Part of me wondered if she felt self-conscious at taking a photo like that or if it was something else. The next few messages cleared up my confusion.
> I can't believe how much I enjoyed that.
> I'm kind of embarrassed by how good it was and how I responded.
> Oh, I'm actually happy you weren't here
> to see me like that
> to hear me.
There was another break in her messages of a few minutes. I crawled to the couch and pulled myself up to a sitting position, my ass and legs on the floor which my back against the couch. My emotions were swirling, heart racing, and head swimming. If Erin really had been with another guy I didn't know what it meant for us, but I certainly didn't feel good about it.
> Thanks for the bra and panties by the way.
> I'm going to see if he likes them.
> Okay, still haven't heard from you.
> So I'm going back in there now.
> Love you!
There was nothing after that. It had been almost two hours. My fingers shook as I called Erin. The phone rang without an answer and eventually I gave up. Finally I went back to her messages and furiously typed my response.
> Babe! It was just a fantasy! I wasn't serious!
> It was just talk. That's all.
> Never something we were supposed to do.
> I got stuck at work for hours. It was so stupid!
> My phone died.
> That's why I didn't respond.
> Babe, please let me know you're okay.
> I tried calling.
