Loyal Wife to Adulteress Addiction

This is a story about a wife whose husband's biggest fantasy is watching as his wife gets fucked by another man. The problem is that his wife, Susie, isn't sure if her husband wants it to become reality or leave it as a fantasy. Through roleplaying, her libido grows along with her lust for her new trainer at the local gym.

Little does Susie know that her trainer would like nothing more than to seduce her into his own bed and to fill her with his own DNA. The fact that she's married only makes his desire to bed her even stronger.

When Susie's infidelity takes place without her husband's knowledge, she must decide to keep it a secret or claim fantasy fulfillment and tell her husband. Susie suddenly has an overpowering urge for more sex. She can't seem to ever get enough from her new lover and husband combined.

You won't get any revenge or cuckold humiliation here. Her husband is a real man.

Loyal Wife to Adulteress Addiction

"OH, FUCK YESSS! Give it to me!" I had lost count of how many orgasms this brought me to. My eyes flew open so hard that it actually hurt. My mouth opened to scream in pleasure but nothing came out as my orgasm literally took my breath away.

Jon, the guy who was driving my orgasms, is my husband. I am on my stomach with my ass raised into the air pushing up as he pumped his veined and very stiff cock into me so hard that the bed was moving inches at a time with each thrust. We really needed carpet in our bedroom. Jon was powering into me, balls deep on each and every thrust making every nerve in my pussy fire. He would be a stud to any woman so I was lucky that he was mine.

My orgasms would barely subside before Jon would change how he fucked me yet again. He would start pushing his hips against my ass and grind into me so his cock would move differently inside of me, taking me to another level. After I was satiated and he could hold out no longer, he groaned and pushed. But this time, he stayed deep inside of my spasming pussy. I could feel his sperm move through his shaft and pulse through the length of his cock before drenching my cervix like he's done thousands of times before.

I'm a very lucky girl. I'm married to a wonderful guy who knows how to fuck me in ways that the pros could take notes from. His cock is nice and thick but not too thick as to hurt my tiny and very tight, little pussy. Jon is also the only person who I had ever had sex with before and since I married him.

We had just finished another fantasy session, imagining that I was fucking another man. This time, the fantasy guy whose cum was now soaking into the walls of my pussy was Jon's brother, Jason. He had just seduced me into my own marriage bed and out of my panties while my husband was on a business trip, in fantasy that is. I never wanted to bring names or real people into our bedroom play but eventually, they creeped in and instead of stopping them, we embraced it.

In fantasy, I have been violated by Jon's cousin after he slipped me a sleeping pill, his boss used my body after blackmailing me to join him in a hotel suite. A masseuse fucked me after seducing me with his hands and an ex-boyfriend who I might have given my virginity to in real life, banged me after being snowed in. He was the only other guy who I was tempted to let inside of me. We still cross paths on occasion and always say hello or wave as we go by. If only he knew how I could still feel his thrusts as I rode his cock and how hard he fucked me to multiple orgasms in the back seat of my SUV just last night.

Recently, and this has or had nothing to do with the story I'm going to tell you, a guy from the gym fucked me in the showers after the gym closed. Again, let me reiterate, the guy from the gym was all fantasy and based on pure imagination, until he wasn't. In each of hubby's fantasies, I was always married and my suitor always seduced me into sex, one way or another.

I admit that the fantasy play had started to turn me on but it never, ever crossed my mind that anything would ever happen in reality. I was to the point where I looked forward to fantasy sex but the thought of another man besides my husband actually touching my body, much less, sticking his penis inside of me, didn't interest me one bit.

That being said, I will never, EVER, admit that the story I'm going to tell you actually happened. And as far as my husband knows, and will EVER know, it...NEVER...happened.

I guess I should start from where the sexual rut that my husband saw happening started. You see, my husband fixes stuff in the corporate world. When someone has a problem, Jon is the one they call because it's easier to look at a problem from the outside looking in. Our sex life was always good but he noticed that it was becoming, well, predictable. In his world, that word is unacceptable.

The fix...

My husband Jon had always had this fantasy of sharing me. He just never opened up to it until he saw the need or opportunity. He would mention it in passing every once in a while, asking if I ever imagined that he was my ex- boyfriend, someone from work or whatever. But he never said anything directly to give me the idea that he wanted to actually see a real person fucking me.

Well then just ask, you might say. When was the last time your girl actually asked for information when something was really on her mind?

I just couldn't understand a man's desire to watch as his own wife was seduced, penetrated and fucked by another man. He fantasized about taking me to a hotel lounge or dance club and watch from a distance as someone tried to pick me up just like in the stories you read.

We actually went through the motions once to see what it would be like. I was dressed to seduce and it almost worked. I actually danced very close with a guy, who in another time, would have had a real chance of bedding me. I found out he was married and cheating so I excused myself, found my husband and left.

I didn't like the idea of another man using me to cheat on his wife.

Jon said he wanted to watch as another man did things to my body that only he had done and some things that we hadn't. He wanted to see the pleasure on my face as I was brought to multiple orgasms and wanted to witness my used, red pussy as it drained copious amounts of semen. These were all said in the heat of the moment and had no bearing on reality. All I can say is, careful what you ask for, you might just get it.

At first, when he told me of his wife sharing kink, I was confused. I thought that maybe he was wanting to share me so he could have an excuse to screw other women. I even started going through his phone and actually stooped to checking his underwear. Yes, yes I know, gross. Guys can check their girl's panties for stains, why can't women? I was looking for the scent of a woman, anything. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. It was all so strange to me.

I made sure I was always available for sex, not that I refused sex much to begin with. I tried to dress sexy and bought lingerie that I thought he would like. I wanted to be irresistible to my own husband even though he told me I was sexy and beautiful all the time. But isn't that what a husband is supposed to say?

Jon's fantasy talk wasn't overly obnoxious or pushy either. He would say something just a few times a month about sharing me. A few times a month turned to weekly and honestly, it didn't take long before it became part of our sex life.

In bed, Jon would pretend that he was another man and we would fantasize that he was a friend, coworker or that ex-boyfriend I told you about. My husband would be out of town and the former boyfriend who was "visiting" would want to catch up with old times. The "ex" would take me to a movie or something and the lust that we had for each other would come back to the surface. Of course we would end up making out in the car and he would touch my body where no other man should touch another man's wife. Inevitably we would end up in the back seat with his cock buried inside of me.

You would think the fantasy sex play would get old. Instead, I started looking forward to it. Unfortunately, it was also preparing me for what was about to happen in real life. I have to wonder if Jon would have been so willing to share me if he realized how his fantasy of me fucking other men was effecting my state of mind, even if I didn't realize it. I had always been easily aroused so the fantasy talk was certainly having an effect on me.

Jon would point out guys that I would have passed without a thought. Then I started noticing them on my own. Nothing major or obvious. He had nice arms, that guy had a nice chest, nice butt. You know, regular stuff. Then I caught myself saying, "nice package." Or even, "I'd do him." Or, "I wonder how his cock would feel inside of me."

As I said before, our conversations never really progressed to reality. The only stipulation that I could figure out was, he HAD to be there when it, whatever "it" was, happened. And THAT, is how I committed adultery instead of satisfying my husband's fantasy.

A little about me. I'm 5'6" and 120 pounds. My breasts aren't big but they are no means small. I would consider them perfect for my size but it's all relative to who you're asking. I have a hard body from exercise that has given me what my husband says, "a perfect bubble butt". I just turned 26 and have been married for 7 years.

I gave my virginity to Jon when I was barely 18 or so and he was 21, just one year before we tied the knot. The first time his cock penetrated me sent me to the moon and I became instantly hooked on sex and my sex drive only became stronger over the years.

To say that heaven's doors opened with my legs is an understatement. Fortunately for me, I didn't have the usual pain that a lot of girls had when their cherry was popped. Maybe it's because I was so ready to get plucked. It was a good thing that Jon wanted me for life or I have a feeling that I would have been a very promiscuous woman.

I loved sex that much. I wasn't totally naive when Jon took my virginity. Other boyfriends had kissed me and went as far as fingering my pussy on occasion. One guy even got as far as slipping his finger into my ass which I never understood. Why anyone would want to touch me back there was beyond me. I didn't want to get pregnant so I held out and sent all the guys home with blue balls.

Jon loved that I was so easily aroused and so quickly brought to orgasm. I had never realized that being so orgasmic was different and not the norm. I never understood the articles in magazines where they talked about how to orgasm or how to bring her off or how to self pleasure when sex wasn't enough. I almost thought there was something wrong with me until I admitted that I was just a lucky girl.

As expected, after a girl loses her virginity, Jon and I had sex as much as we could. One night we were at his house with his parents gone, he pulled a video out and said it was one of his dad's porn movies. Wow was all I can say, talk about making me want it even more!

I didn't know much about oral sex except for what my girlfriends talked about. I tried it and although he loved having my mouth on his cock, I didn't find it appealing at the time. I guess that I just figured, why put it in my mouth when I have a perfectly good pussy to put it into. That wasn't the last time I thought that.

A few years after we got married, he was making enough money so I was able to come home from my job. I was excited to do so but soon realized that most of my friends were at work while I was home. I needed something to do and had always been proud of my body but wanted to be more in shape. Finding more, available friends didn't hurt either, so I joined a gym.

I had worked out alone for three or four months and learned a lot by watching what the other girls did. I was doing pretty good and was approached by a gym employee who told me about their personal trainers. Who knew that the main reason he approached me was because he wanted to see what my yoga pants looked like on his bedroom floor.

After thinking about it and talking to other women at the gym I figured, why not. When Jon found out that I hired a personal trainer, his imagination went with it. It didn't take long before I was "fucking" my trainer, in fantasy only of course. The funny part was that my trainer's name was no other than, John, just spelled the typical way. So I'm sorry if there is some confusion in my telling of the facts as I remember them.

For three more months, John trained me and during those months, my mind tried and failed miserably to stay on task. You have to remember that I was an oversexed woman who worked out with tons of hot men flexing their muscles. I didn't know what that term, oversexed meant until later when I heard someone say it. It's a woman with an extremely high libido that can't get enough sex. It didn't hurt that my trainer was a cutie who also had a fun personality.

Through conversation with a few of the ladies there, I did find out that my trainer was a ladies man. One gal friended me and asked if he was as "good as they say," figuring that he had already bedded me. I of course corrected her, telling her that I was a married woman.

"Susie, married or not," she said. "This is a meat market and with that body of yours? Damn girl! If I was into girls, I would train you for free. I'd be willing to bet that you'll be in his bed screaming his name by the end of the month." I'm sure glad I didn't take that bet.

John never did anything inappropriate but he did ask if I could come in at a later time. I didn't realize it, but he would always try to make me his last workout of the day which was about five in the afternoon. Eventually we started going across the street after we were done to have the stereotypical protein shake and talk. My husband was still teasing me about having a hunk to work out with and his wife sharing fantasy didn't wane one bit. But he never hinted that I should ever act on it. A month later, trainer John, told me that he needed to catch up on his surveys and if we could do mine while we sat and talked. Of course I agreed.

While John and I were drinking our protein shakes, he asked the question that started my downfall that ended up with me lying naked in another man's bed. My pussy, red, used and overflowing with his hot and virile cum. The words from my lady friend echoing in my mind, "Don't think for a moment that he's not going to try to tap that ass girlfriend."

A little into the survey, he asked, "So, Susie, since we've started working out weekly, how has your sex life been?" I almost spat out my drink because the questions up to this point were just standard, how are you feeling, sleeping and such. What I didn't expect was to be so willing to spit out an answer. I gushed like a newly deflowered girl and said, "it's incredible. All my lovers are fantastic."

Oh my god! I put my hand to my mouth in shock because I actually admitted it to a real person. He just started laughing, mostly because of how abrupt his question was and how I blurted out a response.

"Wow," he said. "I didn't expect an answer like that. I was just asking because you've been doing really good and it's not unusual for sex to get better with fitness. I was supposed to say the word, intimacy but looking at you, the word sex came out, sorry." I couldn't tell if he was genuine or if it was a tactic to finally get sex into the open.

"I'm so sorry, I hope I didn't offend you. You have to know how hot you are. Don't tell me you don't see the guys checking you out in your leggings. Oh wait, never mind." He sat back and laughed.

"What?"

"To be fair, I guess you wouldn't catch them looking at you because you are usually walking away or at least facing away from them when they check you out." He started to laugh which made me feel better but I really had no idea.

"You mean they're looking at my ass, right? Hey, I've worked hard on it so I guess I kinda like knowing that they look. You're lucky you're not on the clock, Mr. I could have you fired for sexual harassment." Now was my turn to laugh. "Don't worry, we're both adults. And to answer your question, sex is great with my husband, better than great actually."

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, and this is absolutely none of my business, but you started it, who are all the other guys you spoke of? Your other lovers? If your sex life is so great, why would you...I mean, are you...Shit, I'm digging myself into a bigger and bigger hole here. You going to bail me out or what?"

"Well, I guess our relationship just went past being professional. Okay here it goes and don't laugh. To start out with, no I'm not cheating on my husband and no I don't actually have other lovers." That's when I told him all about my Jon and about his kink of sharing me. I don't know why I felt the need to unburden my sex life to another man, but I did, big time.

I told him of my thinking that my husband really didn't want the fantasy to become reality, that it was just something to keep the passion alive.

John knew that he had scored a big win. The cat was out of the bag and the subject of sex was now on the table. Now we were able to have intimate conversations without feeling awkward. Although, those conversations just fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. John got a big grin on his face and asked, "Since we're being so open and honest, have you ever called out your husband's name and saw me in your mind? No, wait. Scratch that. Have you used me as a fantasy man and, while we're at it, how good was I? Don't you lie to me either, this is spill your guts time."

I was stuck for an answer. My panties were already soaking wet and I was unusually turned on, even for me. Now he wanted me to admit that yes, he had been in my bed a dozen times and yes, he was a good fuck.

I tried ignoring his questions and tried to change the subject but he wouldn't let me off the hook. So, I told him what any woman would say when backed into the corner, "none of your business."

"That's a cop out," he laughed. "I'm never going to criticize you for what you do, Suz. It's kinda hot actually". He waited to see if I would cave in but I stood fast. "Fine. I have to tell you that you have me stuck here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," as he looked down to his lap, "I'm not getting up from this table, for a while anyways."

I just looked at him like a post, not understanding.

"You're kidding, right? You're really going to make me say it aren't you?"

"What are you talking about, John?" Ugh! I could be such an idiot sometimes.

"Fine, you asked for it. Come over here and sit next to me and I will explain why I can't get up." I sat there with a questioning look but obeyed. Why I didn't see it coming? I have no clue.

"You're not allowed to get offended because it was you that started this with your confession and it's you that is insisting that I explain myself." John then proceeded to put my hand on his leg which was strange but it wasn't a big deal so I left it. He then put his arm around me to pull me in closer. "Now I need you to move your hand higher."

"What?"

"Just move your hand higher, trust me." Then I finally got it. Just like guys, girls stop thinking when we get turned on too. My heart was racing and my mind was extremely curious. I stared into his eyes like a deer in headlights. I then went for it and found a very nice bulge in his shorts and touched a pretty impressive problem.

I was committed to the challenge and closed my hand around his very hard cock. My pulse quickened and my heart raced even harder as I continued to caress him under the table. He had on loose fitting shorts so I was able to wrap my fingers around it, as much as I could anyways.

"Oh my word, did I do that? Wow, is it always that big?" I had a big smile on my face and acted like a girl who was feeling a guy for the first time. I was having fun being naughty but somehow I couldn't see the consequences through the arousal.