It was late in the party. The music was blasting. Everyone was wasted. And my wife was dancing with this guy we hadn’t met before. Everyone noticed. They had been dancing pretty closely for about half an hour. Flirting and so on. My wife is a very sexy dancer.
I was watching from across the way, near the bar that the hosts had set up.
A couple of friends came over at different points and made comments. “Suzie is really dancing up a storm, huh?”
Another one said, “Why don’t you go dance with her?”
“You know I don’t dance,” I said.
I didn’t like to dance, but I liked to watch my wife dance. Especially with other guys, which she had done many times before. I don’t know why my friends were making such a big deal out of it. Except that, well, this had so obviously moved to beyond dancing.
“Jesus,” said her friend Cathleen, coming over to me. My wife had her back to the guy, and he was running his hands all up and down her sides. He kissed her neck. He seemed to be slipping a hand up her skirt. I couldn’t tell — it was dark.
“Is she drunk?” said Cathleen. “Do you want me to talk to her?”
“No!” I said. “I like it.”
“You like it?” She looked shocked. “You’re so fucking weird.”
Then she went away.
A little while later, I saw that they had stopped dancing, and were walking hand in hand off the dance floor.
Hand in hand! That was making a statement, wasn’t it?
I wondered where they were going. Were they going to come over to me at the bar? Was she going to introduce me to her new friend? That would be good.
I felt so fucking horny, I cannot begin to explain it. I was in a completely altered state of horniness, watching her hold hands with another guy.
But I was also totally humiliated as a man at the same time.
It was the strangest feeling.
I saw smirks. Smirks! On the faces of my friends as they watched her too, watched her walk hand in hand over to the dark corner, where there was a couch.
And then…holy shit.
I saw them start making out passionately on the couch.
“Alright!” said Cathleen, coming back over to me. “This is going too far. I’m going to go get her and tell her to stop.”
“No!” I said. “Don’t be crazy. It’s fine.”
“How is it fine?” demanded Cathleen. “She’s your wife!”
“I know… I know…it’s complicated. It’s personal. Don’t worry about it, Cathleen. I’ll make sure I let Suzie know that you were looking out for her. She’ll appreciate it. But really, let her have her fun.”
“She does seem to be having fun!” agreed Cathleen, watching with me. He was now definitely feeling my wife’s tits under her dress. We could see that much. And she was on his lap, grinding him, with her arms around him.
“Get a room for cripes sake!” said Bill, coming over to me. “Who the hell is that couple? Oh shit.”
He didn’t even recognize Suzie for a minute. Then he saw it was my wife.
“Dude! Get off your butt. Go kick that guy’s ass, right now.”
I laughed.
“He’s practically fucking your wife,” yelled Bill. He was very drunk. He was pointing at the air like a fool. “He’s fucking her!”
“No he’s not!” I said. “They’re just fooling around.”
“You’ve got to go kick that guy’s ass!” he repeated. “Who the hell is that guy!”
“I have no idea,” I said. “But it’s fine, really.”
He looked at me, uncomprehending. Shook his head. Then stumbled away, sloshing beer from a red cup.
A while later, Suzie came over to me at the bar.
“I’m going home with him,” she said casually.
“Him who?” I said, pretending not to have noticed.
“His name is Scott,” she said. “He works with Lisa. Pretty hot, huh?”
I looked over at the guy. He was smiling at us from that couch where he had been mauling my wife. I wondered if he knew she was married. I mean, she was wearing a big ring.
“Yeah, he’s hot,” I said. “Good going.”
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad? Are you fucking kidding. I’m going to go beat off in the car as soon as you leave.”
She guffawed.
She knew me. She understood me. She had never taken it this far, but what the hell. It had all been leading to this point for months now. Her flirting with guys. Us fantasizing together about her cheating on me. Me pretending to be a different guy as I fuck her. The whole thing.
“You’re funny!” she smiled. “I’ll text you…you know, maybe I’m staying over, maybe you come pick me up later?”
“Whatever, just let me know.”
“Love you!”
“I love you. SO much,” I said. My heart was pounding. I watched her grab the guy's hand and head out the door.
So did all of my friends.
“What. The. Fuck. Dude?” said Cathleen.
“Cathleen,” I said. “They are just going to hang out together. Don’t sweat it.”
“Hang out together?” She looked at me incredulously. “Hang out together!”
“Cathleen,” I said. “Really. Don’t worry about it. I trust Suzie.”
She almost spit out her drink. I saw her holding it back just in time. She swallowed and shook her head at me.
“Dude, trust your eyes,” she said. “What did your eyes just see? She was practically fucking that guy over on that couch, wasn’t she?”
“I liked it,” I said.
It felt good to make a clean breast of it.
“Cathleen, I’m a cuckold,” I confessed. “There’s nothing I like better than being cheated on. The fact that my wife just left the party with some stranger — that’s like the greatest thing that ever happened to me. And as soon as I get into my car I’m going to jerk off to fruition just thinking about it.”
Cathleen looked very serious then. She narrowed her eyes at me. Then she looked at me sort of plaintively.
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t jerk off, please.”
“Why not?”
“She doesn’t deserve you,” Cathleen said. Then she opened her eyes and met mine. I got her meaning. Wow. Cathleen. I had absolutely no fucking idea. This evening was really shaping up.
“Let me help you,” she said. “I’ll bring you to fruition.”
And so, that’s how I ended up here, in a nutshell. With a very lovely 28-year-old buxom blonde with her dress off, sucking my dick in the front seat of my car. As for my wife, well, who knows what my wife was doing?
But as I started cumming in Cathleen’s mouth, I imagined that my cock was that dude’s cock. It was three inches bigger than mine. And it too was ejaculating. And my wife, my lovely wife, was swallowing it down, wherever she was in the world. His car. His apartment. The bushes. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that we were both cumming. And cumming hard. Maybe harder than we had ever cum.
And life was good.
