I Came Home Early and Found My Wife With Someone Else

I hesitate to tell this story because I'm still trying to process it myself. It happened about three years ago. My wife, 26, and I, 32, had only been married two months at the time, and the honeymoon atmosphere was still very much alive. We were crazy about each other, at least for the moment.

We had the sexual chemistry down to a science at that point in our relationship. It was always good and fairly predictable. I knew eventually we'd need to mix things up along the way, but for the moment we were both happy. I always knew, or believed, that I could make her come, and it seemed to happen every time, at roughly the same point in the session. I did everything I knew she liked. We'd start with slow tongue movements on her clit, move to missionary for a few minutes, then I'd flip her onto her stomach and go into something like doggy style, and that's usually when she'd come, pretty reliably, every time. She always assured me she was satisfied with this arrangement.

Then one day she started seeming different. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on it, she just wasn't herself. Her libido had disappeared, and every time I tried to initiate something my efforts were met with a brush-off or a throwaway excuse. I tried to bring it up tactfully, not wanting to sound accusatory, but I just wanted to know if it was something I'd said or something she wanted. Every attempt was met with rejection and sometimes an outright change of subject. I was getting sexually frustrated but kept it to myself so as not to worsen my already slim chances of anything happening in the near future. And my self-esteem was starting to take a hit. Again, I kept that to myself too. I had no idea it was about to be completely destroyed.

I usually get home late from work, but that day I left early. It was three days before our anniversary. I texted my wife to see what we were doing for dinner given that I'd gotten out early, but the message didn't go through. I thought it was strange but didn't think much of it. I got home before the message was delivered and found an unfamiliar and very expensive car out front. My neighbors were redoing their driveway, so I assumed my wife had let them park there in the meantime. No problem. I parked on the street and went in through the front door. When I opened it I heard what I assumed was porn playing very loudly, since my wife often enjoys watching hardcore stuff. Maybe this was my chance. If I could catch her while she was turned on and touching herself, maybe I could finally reignite that sexual connection. I approached the bedroom door where the loud sounds of a woman crying out in pleasure were coming from, opened it slowly so as not to startle her, with the blood already beginning to pool south, and found the most heartbreaking and simultaneously most erotic thing imaginable. There, lying on her back in our shared bed, was my beautiful wife. The TV was off.

Instead of some absurd porn being the source of those strange feminine sounds, it was her, making sounds I had never heard her make. She was folded into a submissive position, legs near her head, a shape I hadn't known her body could take. Both legs were being held in that position by the largest and most powerful hand I had ever seen. A similar hand had hold of her hair. And her beautiful eyes were fixed in a kind of worship on her partner. My gaze went straight to the focal point: a cock that rivaled what you see in the best porn in the world, and her tight vagina gripping and stretching in a way I had never witnessed. Directly below this was a puddle that had soaked through the sheets and into the mattress, which I had also never seen from her.

They were so focused on each other that at first they didn't even notice me. They kept up their rhythmic movements of pleasure, the bed creaking, my wife moaning so loudly, her partner's sculpted physique flexing with every deep thrust into her. He was fairly sweaty and completely naked except for a gold chain. Tanned, about four inches taller than me, about four inches longer than me, and probably forty pounds heavier, all muscle. His large balls swung back and forth, hitting her at every stroke.

I was simultaneously devastated and in awe of the beauty unfolding in front of me. At that point I noticed my half-erect cock was now completely hard in my trousers. I stood there frozen. I didn't know what to do with this combination of intense emotions I had never felt before. Shocked, hurt, angry, inferior, and yet aroused. I wanted to run at them and stop it, and I also wanted to see what would happen next.

My state of confusion was broken by a startled cry from my wife; she had apparently spotted me now. Her partner snapped his head around to find me standing there, a horrified expression on his face and a bewildered one on mine. His cock was now outside my wife for the first time, pre-cum dripping from his perfectly formed head, and she immediately moved to fix that. "Ignore him and put it back in. I want to come again," she said with a sexual urgency I had never heard from her. "What? Are you sure, he's right there!" he replied in disbelief. "He won't do anything, look at him. He probably likes it anyway. Let him watch you come deep inside me." That last sentence from her caused a deep pain in my chest I had never felt before. A complete dismissal of my autonomy. A complete lack of respect. A complete betrayal. And yet she seemed to know me better than I knew myself. He turned his attention back and carefully slid back inside my wife, accompanied by a sigh of relief and a smile from her.

They took the opportunity to change position. With his cock still inside her, he lifted her and rotated her onto her stomach, raised her pelvis so her openings were angled toward him and her face pressed into the mattress, and started up that beautiful rhythm again. This time the sound of skin on skin was louder, and her pussy sang under his pumping. He went harder and harder as she encouraged him more and more, until finally came an orgasm unlike any I had ever seen: she screamed that she loved him and squirted so powerfully it added to the already existing puddle on the mattress. At that point he could no longer hold back and released deep against her cervix, his low deep voice groaning desperately in response. As he slowly withdrew from my wife, her pussy still clenching and holding on as long as it could, she managed to whisper between breaths "your turn, baby," the first time she had addressed me since I got home.

I was so confused. I had never wanted this. I had never wanted anything like this before, or so I thought, yet here I was standing there with a full erection while my wife's lover's cum dripped from her pussy. I felt I should have been outraged. But before I knew it my cock was in my hand, smaller than his but just as hard. He sat on the edge of the bed watching me, already aroused again and stroking his balls. I entered my wife. She was so warm and sticky inside. I actually liked it. I looked to my new rival for approval, and he seemed to very much like what he was seeing, because he was already leaking again. She showed no sign of feeling anything in particular.

At that point my new friend started taking a serious interest in me. He asked if I'd ever tasted cock before. I told him no. He asked if I'd like to. What the hell, I'd already come this far. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my wife, and while I was occupying what was left, he put himself in my mouth. I had indeed never tasted another cock before, and his carried the taste of my wife's pussy, which was arousing. I tasted many parts of him that day: his cock, his balls, his stomach, his chest, all under my wife's approving gaze. I let him fill my mouth with his head while he gripped my throat firmly but without hurting me, and then he came in my mouth. His cum had a strong taste. All of this turned my wife on again and she enthusiastically let me finish inside her alongside his load.

He was already stroking again, preparing his balls for a third release, while I was still spent from my first. My wife looked at me with a knowing smile and suggested: "you'd better eat that out of me before I end up pregnant." I ate both loads enthusiastically, digging in with my tongue to get out every last drop. We needed to let ourselves recover, so we took a break there. The second part will have to wait for another time.

That night changed my life. This new open arrangement definitely spiced up our sex life, and despite the betrayal, I'm grateful to my wife for opening me up to this experience.