I awoke with a heavy headache, eyes stinging and stomach in churn. I drank too much scotch last night, that was for certain. Worse, I had forgotten to mitigate the impending damage with any water. I also pumped out several orgasms, which had drained me of my testosterone. My physical ailments paled in comparison to what my real strife was, however. The memory of last night flooded back with unforgiving potency.
I glanced to my left, apparently Elizabeth had already awoken and left the room. The sound of the television slowly broke through the haze of my hangover, and I eventually realized she was downstairs. My wife had cuckolded me last night. The memory of it made me dizzy and flush with aroused confusion. Years of an unscratched itch had led to an explosion of interracial, extramarital lust. I was admittedly a willing participant in her dalliance. I don't know why, really. I suppose over our years together a lingering perversion had arisen in my mind as well. Deep down I knew she wanted to bed a well hung black man. Her years away at college had allowed her a window seat into that kind of sex. Her roommate at the time had craved it, cuckolding her own boyfriend regularly.
I began to slowly reach out for the cellphone on my nightstand. I swallowed nervously as I opened the text from Elizabeth, that fateful text. The video was still there, brief in duration but eternal in its consequence. His cock was massive, truly. I had seen the sort on occasion in porn, but to think this kind of hung cock would one day fuck my wife. It was incomprehensible, yet it was now my reality. I watched as Elizabeth's beautifully large tits bounced sexily as she took him. Her harrowing moans sent chills down my spine all over again. The video ended. I took a deep breath, noticing to my returning shame that my dick was as hard as a rock. Somehow, I pressed play again.
After watching it two more times I looked up to see her standing there, half in the doorway. She looked radiant, to be honest, beautiful in her bathrobe and without make-up on. She was smiling in greeting, having caught me viewing her video.
"Do you like that movie?" she asked, voice sweet - tinged with embarrassment. "We should probably delete it." She quickly added.
I fumbled with the phone in my own embarrassment, finally tossing it to the side. "Good morning." I managed.
We were silent for a moment, but she spoke. "I love you Steve." she continued to stand there, observing me. I sensed some hesitation on her part, she was clearly unsure as to how I was feeling about last night.
"I love you too." I replied, smiling. "Come here." I patted the bedside, masking my physical pain and my mental anguish.
She walked over to me slowly, tits bouncing beneath the silk of her robe. God she was gorgeous. She eventually sat down next to me on the bed, blushing deeply as she spoke.
The gravity of the situation seemed to hit her all at once. "I can't believe I did it." She covered her face with her hands, her voice somewhat emotional.
"We did it." I corrected her, gently removing those hands from her face and then holding them. "I encouraged you." I paused, thinking on my next words. "Look, Lizzy. It was super fucking hot." I shook my head, unable to believe it actually happened.
I continued, "I know you've been fantasizing about that for while." I paused. "I think I've kind of fantasized about it too."
"Really?" She replied, sheepishly.
"Look, I know I'm not the biggest guy in the worl-"
She cut me off. "Steve, I love your dick, and I love having sex with you, and most importantly I love you! Don't you dar-"
"C'mon babe. I know you love me, but that's not what this is about. I see the kind of porn you like. I saw you in that insanely hot video you texted to me." I said, pointing back to my phone. "I'm not naive."
She blushed deeper, admitting, "I... had fun."
The next questions were harder to ask, but they aroused me all the same.
"Did..." I sighed, pausing and shaking my head. It was an insane question to ask but I did nonetheless. "Did, he cum in you?" I took a deep breath, continuing. "How many times did you...?"
She pulled away, covering her face with her hands again, seemingly mortified.
"Stop Liz, it's done - you fucked him. Tell me the details."
She fought to find the words, but eventually regained her composure. "It was so dumb not to use condoms." She muttered under her breath, seemingly aghast with herself. "It all happened so fast."
I began breathing heavily at her retelling, I was impossibly aroused - but equally horrified. At that instant I was immensely thankful Lizzy had never lapsed on her birth control.
She continued, "But... No. He didn't cum in me."
I sighed in relief, stupidly, as if that was the dividing line in this equation. "Where did he cum?" I asked, desperate to know. This perversion was getting a hold of me faster than I'd have liked to admit. I wasn't sure why Elizabeth fucking this well hung NFL player had aroused me to such an extent, but it was intoxicating in its eroticism.
"Steve..."
I leaned in and kissed her passionately, mashing my tongue into her mouth with little tact. Moments later I came to my senses, pulling back. "Tell me." I pleaded.
She was surprised by my aggression, smiling at me with wide eyes. She continued, slowly "He came on my tummy, he came on my tits." She paused, "He came everywhere." She smiled wickedly, glancing down at my small tent beneath the bed sheets.
