She had an affair. He’s asking about it…
“Who is he?”
Shaking her head side to side she said, “Nobody. Just a guy I met at the hotel bar.”
“You had a one night stand with a guy you met at a bar? He’s in shock, he thinks. This is so out of character for her it would be laughable if it wasn’t real.
“Yes.”
“What was his name?”
“Steve.”
“How did you end up having sex with Steve?”
“We were talking in the bar for a while. It was innocent at first.”
“Then?”
“Then he invited me up to his room for a night cap. He had better wine. Even when i went to his room i wasn’t planning on cheating on you. But one thing led to another and it just…happened.”
“How did it just happen?”
“We we’re talking and the conversation went down a road I wish it wouldn’t have, in hindsight. We talked about being in the room together and how it would look. How would it look to our spouses. Then we talked about affairs. Neither of us had ever had one. It just, happened. I’m sorry.”
He should be angrier than he is. He knows this. He’s jealous too. His wife of 15 years had sex with another guy? His whole world is upside down. But there’s something else too. He has to know more.
“Did you kiss? Is that how it started?”
“Oh, I really don’t want to talk about specifics.”
“If our marriage has any chance of survival, the I’m going to have to insist that you talk about specific.”
She didn’t think there was a chance of survival. She fucked up. This is the worse thing she’d ever done, by far.
“Yes, we kissed.”
“Who made the first move?”
“It just happened.”
“No, who moved first?
“Me” She was looking at her feet. “But he would have if I didn’t.”
Jesus christ, he thought. Who is this woman?
“Did you start taking off his shirt while you were kissing?”
“Yes, and he was trying to undress me.”
“And you let him.”
“Yes”
“And you helped him.”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“You know.”
“Specifics.”
“Why does it matter? I know I shouldn’t have done it. I am truly sorry.”
“I just need to hear it from you. I need to hear the truth.”
“I sat on the foot of the bed.”
“Were you naked when you sat on the bed?”
“Yes, I sat on the bed and he was standing in front of me. I scooched back and he climbed in.”
“I want you to be as specific and as graphic as you can? I mean it. I want to know exactly how my wife seduced a stranger from a bar. Give me every detail. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but i meant what I said. If there’s any chance we survive, I’m going to need details. Now, start from you sitting naked on the bed.”
“OK” She not sure why wants to know, but he doesn’t seem to be as mad as she was expecting. Nowhere near. And she does want to stay married. She hopes she didn’t throw away the life they built together. So she did what he asked.
“I was sitting in front of him, naked and I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and then I pulled down his under where. I played with him a little. We were caressing each other, running our hands over each other’s bodies. Exploring each other. “We we’re tripping out at it, we couldn’t believe we were doing it, we were naked and I had his dick in my hand.”
He’s not sure what’s going on, but there’s more than jealousy and anger rolling around in his head. He’s starting to get an erection. He can’t even comprehend why, but he’s got to hear more.
“Was he hard?”
“He got hard as soon as i took it in my hand.”
“Was it bigger? Bigger than me?”
That’s a weird question to ask, she thought. But she’s not about to start lying to him now. He wants to know, so she’s going to answer.
“Yes, but not by much.” It was a little longer. Fatter too. Maybe a lot fatter.”
“Then what?”
“Then I took him in my mouth. I was playing with his balls with one hand and i was squeezing his butt and caressing him with the other.” He was running his fingers through my hair and playing with my boobs.” “Then he pushed me backwards and crawled forward. He went down on me.”
“Did you enjoy it.”
“Yes.” He’s hard. The basketball shorts he’s wearing don’t hide it. He doesn’t seem like he’s trying to hide it. Is this turning him on? Does he want her to know it’s turning him on? Is that why he’s not hiding his hard on? She acknowledges it by looking at it, and making sure he knows she looking at it. But she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead she goes all in.
“I enjoyed sucking his dick too. It was so crazy, I couldn’t believe what was happening.” I wanted to go through with it. I thought I could keep it a secret.” So i pulled him on top of me. I thought he’d have a hard time getting in, because it was so fat, but I was so wet it slipped right in. It was almost painful at first, but he took it slow. We were kissing and I was running my hands up and down his back. He started picking up the pace and I was in ecstasy. His fat dick felt so good. It was a whole other world. I reached down to stimulate myself, I was moaning and groaning. Then I felt the orgasm coming. I held my breath as I came. It was mind blowing. It was the kind of orgasm I had when we first got together. Maybe better. It was so new, so taboo. Just as my orgasm started to taper off he came.”
“Where?”
“Inside me,” she said looking at her feet. When he didn’t say anything she went on, “He went and got us towel and then we laid there for a while talking.”
“Still naked.”
“Yes, but nothing else happened. Eventually he got up and got dressed and left. And I took a shower.”
“Did you kiss him one last time?”
Yes, I walked him to the door and kissed him goodnight.” And then, because he’d been asking, “I was still naked.That’s it. Any questions?”
“Not at the moment, I’m just trying to absorb it. I might have some questions later.”
He was quiet, lost in thought, maybe, but his dick was still obviously hard. Of all the scenarios she play out in her head on how he’d react, she certainly wasn’t expecting this. Hearing about her affair turned him on. She had no idea why, but maybe she should see just how much he liked it.
“You’re mad at me, and betrayed. I get that too. You can be mad later, but for now, do you want to jerk off?”
He looked up with a flash of anger but he knew she knew. He wanted her to know. He IS mad at her, that’s for sure. But now that she’s figured it out…
She continued, “It’s ok if you do. I certainly won’t judge. And we can talk once it’s out of your system.”
“This doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you,” he said as he pulled his dick over the top of his shorts.
He was slowly jerking himself. She was looking at his dick and before she could stop herself she said, “God he was so much bigger than you.” And instantly regretted it. But he didn’t seemed bothered by the comment. He asked, “How big?” and he quickly stripped naked.
She was starting to realize how submissive he was behaving. He was naked, slowly jerking himself after hearing about his wife’s affair. She stepped toward him and almost whispered, “I could barely fit my hand around it.”
Then she started asking questions.
“Look at you. You’re really turned on hearing about me getting fucked by another guy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why.”
“It’s ok. Is it better or worse for you that his dick was so much bigger?”
“Better.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. What was your favorite part?”
“You getting naked.”
“When I pulled his dick out? When I played with it? When I took it in my mouth? It was so fat it hurt my jaw. What about when I pulled him on top of me?” Did you like that part?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? His big dick fucking your wife?”
“Yeah.” He was furiously masturbating now. She continued.
“Yeah, you think about it. Think about that big dick fucking your wife while you jerk your little dicklette.” He flinched, but didn’t slow down. “Think about us kissing while he was pounding me. Think about me cumming and think about him cumming inside of me. Do you like that? Afterward we just laid in bed naked kissing and giggling and touching each other’s bodies?”
He tilted his head back and groaned as he came.
“I really am sorry I did it. I’ll never do it again if you don’t want me to. Anytime you want to talk about it, I will. OK?”
Maybe he liked it enough to stay married to her, she thought.
“Just give me a minute ok?”
“Sure.” And she left the room.
What the hell just happened, he thought. As he’s cleaning up and getting dressed he’s replaying everything in his mind. How did he get from angry to orgasm? Why is he thinking about her doing it again? He often fantasizes about this very thing, except in the fantasy he always knew about it, or was there. Now that’s she’s done it, even behind his back, he’s still super turned on by it. He’s angry, but he should be angrier. Also, he’s jealous. And yes, betrayed. And did she call his dick a dicklette? Maybe he can explore this a little. Why not? Their marriage might be over. Maybe, maybe not. At least he can see how it goes for a while.
She does seem sincerely apologetic.