Wife Rides A Cock And It’s Not Mine

The story starts where I always wanted to see my wife riding another dick. So I planned a nice dinner one night at a local restaurant and then I was going to tell my wife about my fantasy. We get to the restaurant and they were having a special on drinks so this was my chance in getting my wife tipsy. We ordered the first round of drinks and she is loving those drinks. During the dinner we start talking and I start to draw out a picture in her mind of what I want in my fantasy. I can see in her face that she can’t understand why I would want this, but she doesn’t say no. We finish our talk and I can see she is really drunk.

So on the way home I see her texting a lot, but I don’t ask her who she is texting. We get home and she tells me that she has been under a lot of stress at work and that the dinner, drinks, and our talk helped. She told me to take a seat we are going to have some fun. So I sit down and she goes to the bedroom and brings out a blindfold and some harness to tie me up. I ask her what is this for? She said don’t worry, it will be fun. So she ties me to the chair and then puts on the blindfold. She then puts a piece of tape over my mouth and now I can’t even scream if I wanted.

I hear her walking around the house and then I hear what sounds like her changing. Then I hear a text come in on her phone and I hear the front door open and close. I sense her walk by me and into the bedroom. I’m wondering who was at the door and did they come in?

A few seconds later she gets close to me and says, “I need to relieve some stress. Don’t worry, you will know when I come the stress will be gone.”

My head started to race. What does she mean, come? And who is in the bedroom with her? I hear her get on the bed. The next thing I hear puts my heart to race when I hear heavy breathing and a slight moan. Then I start to hear up and down or back and forth movement. The moans start getting higher and it’s all coming from my wife. She is fucking someone on our bed! During all this my dick is so hard it hurts. I am imagining my wife riding a dick that is not mine and enjoying everything about it.

The moans get stronger and louder. I hear the squeaking of our bed like she is fucking this dick hard. I finally hear her cum. I am trying to overhear if the dick she is riding responds to her moans. I hear nothing, but then again I start hearing a low moan. Then I start hear her riding that dick and she sounds like she is really enjoy it. I hear sucking also so things are really getting hot and my dick can’t resist anymore and I am getting major blue ball pains. I start hearing our bed move harder and harder and the squeaking of the bed makes me know she is riding that dick hard the moans sound loud from my wife. She moans out, “Oh yeah, oh yeah!” and then it sounds like she cums hard.

Then I hear silence and don’t hear anything else from my wife or anyone else. It sounds like she has fallen asleep and just left me there to suffer. A few minutes go by and I hear someone get out of bed and walk around me and then I hear the front door open and close. Then I hear my wife come behind me and loosen all the ropes and remove the tape from my mouth. When she takes my blindfold off she says I’m free to go. I stand up and don’t say a word and I see her wear a very short sexy night gown and she goes right to bed. I have a hard on and can’t stop thinking of what just happened.

I take my close off and lay in bed and start trying to get something for my hard on and she grabs my hand and I know now there will be no sex for me tonight. The next morning nothing is said and she leaves for work before I do. Sometime around mid morning I decide to text her and ask how was last night and I got a response of ‘it was great’.  And then she wrote ‘I came twice’. I asked if I could know who she fucked in our bed last night? She teasingly responded, ‘wouldn’t you like to know who I had between my legs and riding so hard?’ I said, ‘yes I would like to know’. She again responded, ‘maybe some day, but just so you know, I can’t remember the face but I can remember the head.’