They Were Fucking My Wife

They Were Fucking My Wife

The sound of my wife’s moans poured through the hallway as I crept closer to the bedroom. I could hear her lusty voice begging for more and I felt my cock stirring in response. I had been married to my beautiful wife for five years and I had never heard her make those sounds before.

I rounded the corner and almost gasped. She was lying there on the bed, her body bared in all its glory. Her creamy white skin glowed in the warm light of the room and her perfect curves were outlined in the luxurious bedding. She was on all fours, her breasts swaying with each thrust, her eyes lidded in pleasure as her head lolled back and forth.

What shocked me was that she was not alone. There were two other men with her, both of them taking their turns fucking her while the other watched. I had never seen her with any man but me and to see her in this position was both arousing and shocking. I had no idea what to say or do as I stood there and watched them satisfy her needs.

My wife was enjoying every minute of it, her moans and cries coming out in a wild litany of pleasure as the men took her from behind. The sound of their flesh slapping together was like a siren’s call, calling me to join them. As I watched, my body seemed to be awakening from a long slumber, my heart racing and my cock twitching in anticipation.

Before I could take a step, one of the men glanced up and saw me standing in the doorway. He said something to the others and they all stopped their activities and looked at me. My wife seemed almost embarrassed to be caught in this compromising situation and I could tell she wanted to retreat into the shadows.

Before I could say anything, the man on the bottom spoke. He told me they were paying her to have sex with them. They had come to our house looking for an escort and she had agreed. They had been fucking her for the last hour, taking turns between each other and my wife with no regard for me. My wife just looked away, unable to meet my eyes.

I felt my anger rising, boiling in my veins. I had never felt so betrayed and so degraded in my life. How could she do this to me? She had promised to be faithful and here she was having sex with two strangers in our bed. I wanted to cry out and scream at her, but instead I just nodded in acknowledgement and walked out of the room.

As I walked away, I could still hear them fucking my wife. I felt empty inside, like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. How could she do this to me? I had trusted her and she had paid me back with betrayal and deceit.

I found myself walking aimlessly, tears flowing freely down my face. I felt like a fool, like I had let myself down and let my wife down. I walked until I found myself in a seedy part of town, where prostitution and drug use were rampant. I knew I had to do something to take my mind off what I had seen, so I decided to hire a prostitute.

I found a young woman who was willing to provide me with the services I desired. She led me to a dark alleyway, where I paid her for her services. As she began to undress, it occurred to me that this was my wife’s job. Here I was, paying someone else to do what I should have been doing with my own wife.

The sex was good, but it was not the same. I could not help but think of my wife and those two men fucking her. I was still aroused, but the pleasure was tainted by guilt and shame. I felt like I was betraying her again, even though she had been the one to betray me first.

Finally, I returned home. I found my wife in bed, sleeping soundly. As I looked at her, I still felt anger and betrayal, but I was also filled with sadness. She had not been thinking of me when she allowed those two strangers to fuck her; she had only been thinking of herself.

I know my wife was only doing what she had to do to make ends meet, but it still hurt. I still love her, but it is hard to trust her again. I just hope that someday I can forgive her and we can move on from this.