My Wife Came Home Full of Him

I never thought I’d end up here, but fuck, once it started I couldn’t stop.It was a random Thursday night, my wife Lena was out with her girlfriends, supposedly just drinks.

She came home around 2 a.m., heels in her hand, hair messy, lipstick half gone. She smelled like whiskey and something else… sex. She didn’t even try to hide it.

Just kicked the door shut, looked at me with those drunk, glossy eyes and said, “Baby, I got fucked so good tonight.”My cock was hard before she finished the sentence.

She dropped her purse, walked over, grabbed my hand and shoved it straight up her dress. No panties. Her pussy was swollen, slick, dripping with someone else’s cum. Still warm. She laughed when she saw my face. “Yeah, that’s him inside me right now. Two loads. He didn’t pull out either time.”I lost it. Dropped to my knees right there in the hallway and ate her like a starving man. Tasted him all over her, salty, thick, mixed with her juices. She just stood there, one leg over my shoulder, grinding on my face, moaning about how much bigger he was, how he stretched her, how she screamed when he came the second time.

She told me everything while I licked her clean. His name was Mark, some guy she met at the bar. Tall, built, married too. They made out in the bathroom first, then he took her to his truck in the parking lot. Bent her over the back seat, skirt up, fucked her raw while people walked by. She said she came so hard she squirted all over his leather seats.

After I swallowed every drop of him, she pushed me back, unzipped me, and rode my cock right there on the floor. Kept talking dirty the whole time. “You like that, baby? You like your wife being a slut? He fucked me better than you ever have.” I came in like thirty seconds. Pathetic. She just laughed, milked me dry, then rolled off and said, “Good boy. Next time I’m bringing him home so you can watch.

”That was six months ago. Now it’s normal. She goes out, comes back wrecked, full of cum, tells me every filthy detail while I reclaim her. Sometimes she FaceTimes me from the guy’s place, shows me his cock sliding in and out of her, makes me jerk off while she moans for someone else. Last weekend she brought home a video—some dude railing her doggy in a hotel mirror. I must’ve watched it fifty times. I’m addicted. She’s addicted. We fuck like animals after every time. Best sex of our marriage.

People think I’m crazy. Maybe I am. But nothing gets me harder than knowing my beautiful wife is out there getting used like a whore… and coming home to tell me all about it while I clean her up with my tongue. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.