CUCKOLD / WIFE SHARING / PHONE SEX

My Wife Called Me While Another Man Fucked Her

We had never done anything like this before, but I couldn’t wait for her to call…

I sat in the recliner, waiting for my wife to call. To say I was nervous didn’t do justice to the butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous, and amazingly aroused. We had never done anything like this before. We had talked about it, read about it, watched some porn together, and talked about it some more.

But now we were doing it.

We were really doing it.

I drew a deep breath, rubbing my sweaty palms over my jeans.

The phone lit up and buzzed.

I reached for the phone, then hesitated. She had sent four texts over the past two hours. Her first message let me know that she had sat down with the guy at the bar. She had contacted him a week ago through a hookup app and had explained what we wanted. What we needed. He was a stranger to me, but he had been more than happy to help us out.

Her second and third messages were just check-ins, telling me they were having dinner and that things were going great. The fourth message said they were at the hotel. That had been ten minutes ago.

I licked my lips, then answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hey,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

“Hi, honey,” my wife said. “Just calling to see how you’re doing there, at home all by yourself.”

This part was a role-play. We were to pretend that I didn’t know what was going on. Of course, I knew exactly what was going on and what she was doing. Or rather, what she would soon be doing with that other man. But that was part of the thrill. To pretend I didn’t know. To be the husband whose thirsty wife was cheating on him even as she called him on the phone.

“Everything’s great,” I said. “Just watching some action movie.”

“Hmmm, that’s wonderful,” she replied. Then she breathed out and moaned quietly. “Yeah… Just keep doing that…”

“Are you, uh… Are you and your friends having a fun girl’s night out?”

“Oh, I’m having a great time.” Her voice was pitched lower — smoky and husky as she drew out the words. “Oh, yes… Mmmm… This is just what I needed, honey.”

A minute passed of her breathing and humming pleasantly. She was on speaker phone, just as I was, and I could hear some of the background noise: a rustling sound, possibly of clothes, then the creak of bed springs and the whispers of someone else I couldn’t quite make out.

“Is… Is someone there with you?” I asked, feigning nervousness. I really didn’t have to fake it. I was nervous. Nervous and excited both at once.

“Mm-hm,” she answered, still humming pleasantly. “Oh, yeah…”

“Are you still out with the girls?” I asked. “With your friends?”

“Oh, you could say I’m with a friend,” she breathed. “Except I didn’t ask his name.”

I caught my breath. Of course, I was as much in on this as she was, but in that moment, hearing those words, my stomach clenched. My cock stiffened in my pants and I put my hand to the bulge.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked with a quaver that was honestly genuine.

“Mmm…” she moaned. “We’re in a hotel room together. I’m stretched out on the bed. My shirt is open and my bra is off. He’s kissing my breasts.” She breathed in and gave another little moan. “He just pulled my panties down and now he’s fingering my pussy.”

I closed my eyes, picturing it in my mind. There she was, stretched across the bed with her legs spread and her panties around the ankle of one foot. The man — the stranger — was lying there beside her, kissing her naked breasts as he fingered her pussy.

“Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “That feels so good…”

My cock pressed hard against the front of my jeans. I squeezed the bulge, wanting to pull down my pants and start stroking. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. That had been my agreement with her. I wasn’t going to jerk off while I listened. I had to wait for her to come home. To come home…. after fucking this other man.

“Just a sec,” she said. “I’m sitting up to unbuckle his belt.”

I listen to more rustling and him saying something to her. She was taking his belt and pants off. She was pulling down his underwear.

She picked up the phone again, and I could hear her much clearer. She had gone off speaker and was now holding the phone next to her face. “Oh, God… His cock is so big.”

I held my breath, realizing the man was sitting up, and she was looking straight at his cock and balls.

“I’m taking him into my mouth,” she said. “I need to get him nice and hard for me.”

I heard a wet licking sound, then a quiet slurp. That was followed by a louder slurp, then a wet back and forth as she began sucking his cock. I heard everything, clearly and distinctly, with the cellphone held next to her mouth as she worked her tongue and lips over his shaft. She began making muffled ‘mmm’ sounds, delighting in the taste of his hard cockmeat.

A deep slurping sound was followed by a sudden gag and sputter, and I realized she had deep throated him. Distantly, I heard the other man breathe out, saying “Oh, yeah. Oh, that’s so good…”

I swallowed, gripping my hard cock through my jeans. She had sucked my cock many times before, but she had never deep throated me…

After another long slurp she spoke again. “God, his cock his huge! He’s eight inches at least. Maybe nine. That’s twice the cock you have, honey. And his balls must be the size of chicken eggs!”

My stomach knotted. Her words stung, though I knew they were just for the role-play. I certainly wasn’t big, but I wasn’t four inches, either. I was about average, honestly, around six inches or so. But I didn’t doubt this stranger was bigger. The way she had choked on his cock, he had to be seven inches at least, and perhaps even eight.

I heard more rustling, followed by the creak of bed springs. When I heard my wife speak again, her voice was slightly hollow. She had set the phone on the bed, once again on speaker.

“Oh, yeah…” she breathed. “Put that big cock in me. Fuck me good and hard. It’s been years since I was fuck by a real man.”

I breathed out, trembling, holding my hard cock through my jeans. This was it. My wife was about to get fuck by another man while I listened on the phone.

“Mmmm… Oh, yeah…” she gasped. “Uh! Oh, God, honey! He just pushed his cock inside me! Oh… Uh… He’s thrusting in and out of my pussy!”

A rush of hot tingles ran through me and I released my crotch, slamming my hands on the recliner’s arms and gripping tight. I had nearly cum in my pants!

“Oh! Oh! Oh, God!” she cried, over and over again, the bed springs creaking and headboard thumping in the background.

I breathed in and out, trying not to grab my straining bulge as I listened to the stranger fucking my wife. It went on for two minutes, three minutes, then five minutes. I heard the stranger huffing, and occasionally saying “Oh, yeah,” or “Damn, you’re tight.”

His voice was deep, and I imagined a big, well-muscled bull fucking my wife hard on that hotel bed. I wondered what those in the room next door were hearing. Were they getting the same delicious treat I was getting?

“Oh! Oh! Ahhhhh!” she cried. “Oh, God… I came so fucking hard… How are you doing?”

She wasn’t asking me. I heard the other man answer, “Oh, I’m great. You wanna finish doggy style?”

“Yes…” she said, panting. “Fuck me like an animal. Fuck me like a bitch in heat!”

There was more rustling as she got situated again, and I pictured her turning over to get on all fours, laying her head next to the phone on the bed with her backside presented to the stranger.

“He’s fingering my pussy again,” she said. “Getting me wetter… Mmmm… I can feel his cockhead pressing into me…” Then she gasped. “Oh, yes! He slid right into my hot, wet pussy. Oh, God! He’s so deep right now!”

I listened as my wife gasped and panted for the next few minutes, her mouth just inches from the phone. Her pants became cries of pleasure, interspersed with “Oh, God!” or “Oh, fuck!” and the occasional “He’s so big!”

I quivered, my hands clenching the arms of the recliner. My desire for her became an almost unbearable need.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried. “Oh, God! I’m cumming! Ahhhhh!”

“Fuck,” the other man exclaimed. “Oh, shit… I’m close… I’m gonna cum!”

“Don’t pull out!” my wife cried, her voice shaking at the peak of her climax. “Keep fucking me! Fill my pussy with your hot spunk!”

“Uh! Uh! Ghnnnuh!” I heard the man grunt.

My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. The stranger had just ejaculated in my wife’s pussy! My cock ached, begging for its own release.

“Oh! I can feel it!” my wife cried. “Oh, fuck… He’s filling me, honey! He’s filling me with his nasty hot cum!”

“Huhh! Uhnnn! Uhhhh!” the stranger grunted again and again.

Then there was only panting. My wife was trying to catch her breath, still lying in the doggy position with the stranger behind her, his cock inside her and his semen leaking out of her. I so wanted to see her; to touch her; to kiss her. But I couldn’t.

“Are you still there, honey?” she asked a moment later.

“Yeah,” I said weakly. “I’m… I’m here.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed pleasantly. “That was so good. Best fuck I’ve had since we’ve been together.” She let those words linger for a moment, then continued. “I’ll see you in ten minutes or so. Bye.”

The call disconnected.

I sat on the recliner for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath as well. My cock was hard, painfully hard, and I had to adjust myself as I stood. I made my way to the bedroom and got undressed, removing everything except my underwear. If she wanted that off, she would tell me.

I rolled onto the bed and waited.

I heard the garage door a short time later. I breathed out, looking to the ceiling. My cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, but I was still aroused, and my erection returned of its own accord when I heard her footsteps in the hall. My heart beat faster and my stomach fluttered, eager to see her again.

She slipped into the bedroom and I looked up from the bed.

My wife was absolutely beautiful — her dark blonde curls a disheveled mess, her lipstick and makeup slightly smeared, and her one-piece bodycon dress not quite put on straight. She looked like a woman who had just enjoyed the fuck of her life and hadn’t bothered to clean up. Both, I knew, were absolutely true.

“Hi, honey,” she said, walking to the bed. She traced a finger up my leg to my underwear and over my straining bulge. She smiled at that, then looked to me. “I had so much fun on my date tonight. But I brought a little gift home for you. Would you like to see it?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I said, my voice hushed and eager.

She put her hands under her short skirt and wiggled out of her black lingerie panties. Then she held her panties up, dangling them just above my face. I saw the gooey wet glob of the other man’s semen and I sucked in a quivering breath.

“Only a little bit leaked out,” she said, still teasing her cum-stained panties above me. “There’s so much more inside me. I didn’t have time to clean up, so you’ll need to clean me out. If you do a good job, I might even let you fuck me.”

She didn’t remove her bodycon dress, but just hiked up the skirt, revealing her naked lower half, and slid on to the bed beside me.

We had already talked about this part, and she understood that I might chicken out. All I had to do was shake my head. My chest tightened in anticipation and I looked between her legs, to her cum-matted pubic hair and the froth of sweat and spunk covering her snatch. I licked my lips and nodded.

She smiled, then swung her left leg over my head and squatted down. I looked up, seeing her well-fucked pussy, wet and glistening with another man’s cum. I opened my mouth and she settled over me.

Her scent was sharp and acrid, heavy with sweat and pheromones, and she began rocking her hips back and forth as I greedily ate her out. The other man’s semen didn’t really taste like much of anything, but the texture was slimy and sticky, and I swallowed several globs of it as my tongue licked more away.

After a few minutes, she lifted from my mouth, then sat up straighter. She pulled her bodycon the rest of the way off, revealing her gorgeous, naked body. Her hand traced down my chest to my abs, then to my stiff and rigid cock.

“Such a good boy,” she said teasingly, gently stroking my cock. “Time to put your seed inside me… To mix and mingle with whatever you couldn’t get out.”

She swung her legs over my thighs, then lowered herself. I gasped as my cock finally slid into her — the stranger’s spunk lubricating her hot, wet depths. She leaned forward, bracing her hands to either side of me, and brought her face closer.

“From now on, this will be the only way we fuck,” she declared. “The only time your cock will ever be inside me is if another man’s cum is already there.”

Her words sent me right over the edge. I quivered, then bucked my hips as I came — just two small spurts, but I couldn’t hold back.

She laughed, throwing her head back.

Then she began to ride me. Hard.

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