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We’ve been together 10 years. Met in college. A few months in she moved into the house I was sharing with my best friend Tyler who I’ve known since third grade. His girlfriend was around a lot too. We all hung out, partied, the usual.

Around then my wife and I started a Snapchat where we’d post and show off. Tips here and there, extra cash, extra sex. Tyler and his girl started one too. We talked about it openly. Never did anything as a group because we didn’t want to wreck the friendship. We had each other added though, so we saw everything.
After college we ended up next-door neighbors in the same complex.

A few months ago we had people over. Tyler showed up alone because his girl was working. We were drinking, playing Smash and Mario Kart. Everyone was pretty drunk. My wife got up to grab refills. Tyler offered to help and followed her to the kitchen.

I didn’t think twice.

She told me the rest last night when we were both drunk and horny.

When they got to the kitchen he shoved her against the counter, yanked her dress up, pulled her panties to the side, and just pushed his cock into her. No condom. She said he was already hard. He clapped one hand over her mouth and started fucking her right there, short, hard strokes. She said she was already wet from drinking and he slid in easy. He kept her mouth covered so she couldn’t make noise while he pumped into her. It only lasted a couple minutes because they didn’t want anyone noticing they were gone. She said he pulled out without finishing.

I asked if that was the first time.

She admitted it wasn’t.

Back at the old house he used to Snap her pics and videos of his dick. One night the three of us were watching a movie and I got up to piss. She reached over, pulled his cock out, and started sucking him. She said she had him in her mouth until she heard the toilet flush. She got off him fast, he tucked it away, and they sat there like nothing happened.

We’ve always had a really good sex life. That’s not the issue. The part that’s fucking with me is how long she hid this. And now I keep thinking Tyler probably wasn’t the only one.

A few months ago, my wife started acting different. At first I brushed it off as nothing but the signs kept piling up. She was suddenly obsessed with taking long showers two or three times a day. Her phone became glued to her hand. She’d smirk at the screen, bite her lip, and quickly tilt it away if I walked into the room. And the grocery store? She was going two, sometimes three times a day. Any excuse at all.

I finally got suspicious enough one night while she was passed out after a couple glasses of wine. I grabbed her phone and went straight to her photos.
There they were: fresh nudes she’d never sent me. Mirror selfies in our bathroom, her perky tits spilling out, nipples hard and pink. Then the filthier ones…her bent over the bed in just a thong, pulling it to the side to show her smooth, shaved pussy, wet like she’d been touching herself right before snapping the pic. Ass up, back arched, the kind of slutty poses that screamed “fuck me.” My hands were shaking as I stared. If she wasn’t sending these to me… who the hell were they for?

I opened her messages. Nothing obvious at first. Then I checked the deleted folder, and there it was…random phone number with over 200 texts. I recovered them and started reading from the beginning.

The meat department guy from our usual grocery store had been eyeing her every time she came in. He finally worked up the nerve and slipped her his number one day while she was “just browsing the steaks.” She ate it up. The flirting escalated fast:
Him: “God, you look so fucking good every time you walk by my counter. Those tight jeans kill me.”
Her: “I’ve noticed you staring. Maybe I come in so much because I like it.”

It wasn’t long before the nudes started flying. I scrolled through dozens of the ones I’d already seen, plus the replies he sent back. This guy was hung like a goddamn horse like seriously 9+ inch cock pics. My wife’s responses were pure filth: “Holy shit that thing is huge… I’m so wet just looking at it.” “I want to feel how heavy it is.”

They kept building the tension. One evening she met him in the parking lot in front of a Starbucks. They made out in his car and their texts really spelled it out.
Him: “Your tits felt so fucking perfect in my hands.”
Her: “Next time I’m wearing a skirt so you can slide your hand up and feel how soaked you make me.”
Him: “I was so close to just pulling my cock out right there.”
Her: “Mmm I loved teasing it through your jeans… rubbing it while we kissed. Felt like it was throbbing for me.”

That same night, around 1 a.m., while I was supposedly asleep in our bed, she texted him: “He’s out cold. Come over. We can use the stairwell so it’s quick and dirty.” My heart hammered reading it. He didn’t reply until morning saying he’d fallen asleep. Thank fuck nothing happened that night… or so I thought.

Two days later, she struck again. I was working late. She told him: “I’m home alone till 9. Come by after your shift.” He got off at 4 and replied, “On my way.” The texts went silent after that.
The next morning, right after I left for work, she hit him up: “That was insane lol. I can still feel you.”
Him: “Told you I’d wreck it for you.”
Her: “He’ll probably notice how different I feel down there and get suspicious lol. I’m literally sore and walking funny.”

I sat there on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, rereading it all. My wife had really let this big-dicked meathead come over to our place and fuck her senseless while I was gone. I cant stop picturing her sneaking him in, dropping to her knees in the living room, struggling to take that massive cock down her throat, then bending over the couch or riding him in our bed, moaning like a whore while he stretched her out in ways she’s never felt.

I forced her to block the number that same day and we haven’t been back to that store since. She cried and apologized, swore it was a one-time thing… but idk I still constantly wonder if she’s still thinking about that huge cock.

Just wanted to share. The mix of rage, humiliation, and twisted arousal is still fucking with my head every

A few months ago, my wife started acting different. At first I brushed it off as nothing but the signs kept piling up. She was suddenly obsessed with taking long showers two or three times a day. Her phone became glued to her hand. She’d smirk at the screen, bite her lip, and quickly tilt it away if I walked into the room. And the grocery store? She was going two, sometimes three times a day. Any excuse at all.
I finally got suspicious enough one night while she was passed out after a couple glasses of wine. I grabbed her phone and went straight to her photos.
There they were: fresh nudes she’d never sent me. Mirror selfies in our bathroom, her perky tits spilling out, nipples hard and pink. Then the filthier ones…her bent over the bed in just a thong, pulling it to the side to show her smooth, shaved pussy, lips glistening like she’d been touching herself right before snapping the pic. Ass up, back arched, the kind of slutty poses that screamed “fuck me.” My hands were shaking as I stared. If she wasn’t sending these to me… who the hell were they for?
I opened her messages. Nothing obvious at first. Then I checked the deleted folder, and there it was…random phone number with over 200 texts. I recovered them and started reading from the beginning.
The meat department guy from our usual grocery store had been eyeing her every time she came in. He finally worked up the nerve and slipped her his number one day while she was “just browsing the steaks.” She ate it up. The flirting escalated fast:
Him: “God, you look so fucking good every time you walk by my counter. Those tight jeans kill me.”
Her: “I’ve noticed you staring. Maybe I come in so much because I like it.”
It wasn’t long before the nudes started flying. I scrolled through dozens of the ones I’d already seen, plus the replies he sent back. This guy was hung like a goddamn horse like seriously 9+ inch cock pics. My wife’s responses were pure filth: “Holy shit that thing is huge… I’m so wet just looking at it.” “I want to feel how heavy it is.”
They kept building the tension. One evening she met him in the parking lot in front of a Starbucks. They made out in his car and their texts really spelled it out.
Him: “Your tits felt so fucking perfect in my hands. So soft and full.”
Her: “Next time I’m wearing a skirt so you can slide your hand up and feel how soaked you make me.”
Him: “I was so close to just pulling my cock out right there.”
Her: “Mmm I loved teasing it through your jeans… rubbing it while we kissed. Felt like it was throbbing for me.”
That same night, around 1 a.m., while I was supposedly asleep in our bed, she texted him: “He’s out cold. Come over. We can use the stairwell so it’s quick and dirty.” My heart hammered reading it. He didn’t reply until morning saying he’d fallen asleep. Thank fuck nothing happened that night… or so I thought.
Two days later, she struck again. I was working late. She told him: “I’m home alone till 9. Come by after your shift.” He got off at 4 and replied, “On my way.” The texts went silent after that.
The next morning, right after I left for work, she hit him up: “That was insane lol. I can still feel you.”
Him: “Told you I’d wreck it for you.”
Her: “He’ll probably notice how different I feel down there and get suspicious lol. I’m literally sore and walking funny.”
I sat there on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, rereading it all. My wife had really let this big-dicked meathead come over to our place and fuck her senseless while I was gone. I cant stop picturing her sneaking him in, dropping to her knees in the living room, struggling to take that massive cock down her throat, then bending over the couch or riding him in our bed, moaning like a whore while he stretched her out in ways she’s never felt.
I forced her to block the number that same day and we haven’t been back to that store since. She cried and apologized, swore it was a one-time thing… but idk I still constantly wonder if she’s still thinking about that huge cock.
Just wanted to share. The mix of rage, humiliation, and twisted arousal is still fucking with my head every

A few months ago, my wife started acting… different. At first I brushed it off as her just being in one of her moods, but the signs kept piling up. She was suddenly obsessed with taking long showers two or three times a day. Her phone became glued to her hand. She’d smirk at the screen, bite her lip, and quickly tilt it away if I walked into the room. And the grocery store? She was going two, sometimes three times a day. Any excuse at all.
I finally got suspicious enough one night while she was passed out after a couple glasses of wine. I grabbed her phone and went straight to her photos.
There they were: fresh nudes she’d never sent me. Mirror selfies in our bathroom, her perky tits spilling out, nipples hard and pink. Then the filthier ones…her bent over the bed in just a thong, pulling it to the side to show her smooth, shaved pussy, lips glistening like she’d been touching herself right before snapping the pic. Ass up, back arched, the kind of slutty poses that screamed “fuck me.” My hands were shaking as I stared. If she wasn’t sending these to me… who the hell were they for?
I opened her messages. Nothing obvious at first. Then I checked the deleted folder, and there it was…random phone number with over 200 texts. I recovered them and started reading from the beginning.
The meat department guy from our usual grocery store had been eyeing her every time she came in. He finally worked up the nerve and slipped her his number one day while she was “just browsing the steaks.” She ate it up. The flirting escalated fast:
Him: “God, you look so fucking good every time you walk by my counter. Those tight jeans kill me.”
Her: “I’ve noticed you staring. Maybe I come in so much because I like it.”
It wasn’t long before the nudes started flying. I scrolled through dozens of the ones I’d already seen, plus the replies he sent back. This guy was hung like a goddamn horse like seriously 9+ inch cock pics. My wife’s responses were pure filth: “Holy shit that thing is huge… I’m so wet just looking at it.” “I want to feel how heavy it is.”
They kept building the tension. One evening she met him in the parking lot in front of a Starbucks. They made out in his car and their texts really spelled it out.
Him: “Your tits felt so fucking perfect in my hands. So soft and full.”
Her: “Next time I’m wearing a skirt so you can slide your hand up and feel how soaked you make me.”
Him: “I was so close to just pulling my cock out right there.”
Her: “Mmm I loved teasing it through your jeans… rubbing it while we kissed. Felt like it was throbbing for me.”
That same night, around 1 a.m., while I was supposedly asleep in our bed, she texted him: “He’s out cold. Come over. We can use the stairwell so it’s quick and dirty.” My heart hammered reading it. He didn’t reply until morning saying he’d fallen asleep. Thank fuck nothing happened that night… or so I thought.
Two days later, she struck again. I was working late. She told him: “I’m home alone till 9. Come by after your shift.” He got off at 4 and replied, “On my way.” The texts went silent after that.
The next morning, right after I left for work, she hit him up: “That was insane lol. I can still feel you.”
Him: “Told you I’d wreck it for you.”
Her: “He’ll probably notice how different I feel down there and get suspicious lol. I’m literally sore and walking funny.”
I sat there on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, rereading it all. My wife had really let this big-dicked meathead come over to our place and fuck her senseless while I was gone. I cant stop picturing her sneaking him in, dropping to her knees in the living room, struggling to take that massive cock down her throat, then bending over the couch or riding him in our bed, moaning like a whore while he stretched her out in ways she’s never felt.
I forced her to block the number that same day and we haven’t been back to that store since. She cried and apologized, swore it was a one-time thing… but idk I still constantly wonder if she’s still thinking about that huge cock.
Just wanted to share. The mix of rage, humiliation, and twisted arousal is still fucking with my head every