Lydia’s impromptu infidelity leads to a thrilling discovery — her horrified husband loves to watch her cheat!

Drifting out of a sex-stupor sleep, I saw a naked man circling the bed. Slowly, my mind put things together. I’d gone back to my client’s place with him, and we had screwed like crazy. Then I had fallen into a postcoital snooze. It was the first time I’d ever cheated on Joshua, my husband.

Through half-lidded eyes, I saw the nude figure of my partner in infidelity. I hadn’t planned on going to bed with him, but when he’d gotten flirty after our meeting, I found myself calling him on it. Was he serious about wanting to fuck me, or just joking around?

He was serious.

Damn, it had been good. He was young and wiry, and had fucked me in a way that reminded me of how sex used to be between me and my husband: energetic, adventurous and hot.

But now I was a cheater. I would have to deal with that — in my head and my heart. I still very much loved Joshua, but we’d been in a slow patch for a long time. Just not clicking sexually. It was like some unknown element was missing. I didn’t even know where it had gone wrong over our five-year marriage.

Before long, I realized what my new lover was doing. He had a digital camera and was photographing me as I lay naked on his bed.

I sat bolt upright, outraged.

“What the hell’re you doing?”

He gave me a boyish grin. His cock was half-hard. “Don’t worry. It’s your camera, not mine. You left it on the bedside table. I thought you might like some mementos.” His bed was surrounded by mirror-backed partitions, so he’d been capturing himself in the pictures, too.

It took an extra second for the full horror of the situation to hit me.

“No!” I cried, leaping off the bed to grab the little camera out of his hand. I tried to drag a sheet over myself at the same time. But it was too late.

Joshua was an architect, and I carried the camera around to shoot any interesting structures I saw. The images were automatically uploaded to a cloud drive, and an alert went out to Joshua. He always checked the photos immediately. He said I had a good eye.

I shook with anxiety and anger, even though this guy couldn’t have had any idea what he’d just done. Christ, I couldn’t even remember his name!

I flipped through the pictures he had taken: me lying sprawled and naked, him in the mirrors — also naked. The images told an unmistakable story.

“Hey,” my nude partner-in-crime said, chuckling. “It was just a joke.”

And the joke was on me.

I got out of there fast and raced home. Joshua was working from home that day. Maybe he was napping. Maybe I could delete the pictures.

But of course the world doesn’t work that way. I had — literally — fucked up, and now I was going to have to pay. I had no idea how Joshua was going to react to this.

I walked into our sprawling loft apartment. There was my husband, sitting at his desk at the far end, staring at his computer screen.

Dread closed over me during the long walk down there. I might have ended my marriage, I realized. And for what? A fling with a cute guy. Real smart of me.

And yet some part of me felt justified. I’d tried to keep the sex lively between Joshua and me. I had been open and communicative, but he’d seemed unwilling to even talk honestly about what was missing between us.

I was close enough to see his face was twisted in anguish. He looked up from the computer screen. He had one hand under the desk, and I saw his shoulder moving rhythmically.

“You fucked him!” he cried out hoarsely, and my uneasiness increased.

His eyes were bulging, his handsome features contorted. Already the images were probably seared into his brain. Things were never going to be the same between us, I thought with a fatal finality.

“You fucked him, Lydia,” he repeated. “He put his cock into you. Was it big? He’s only halfway hard in these pictures.”

I blinked. There was something strange going on. Joshua’s tone wasn’t hysterical or even really accusatory. His voice sounded raw, and it shook a little from ... excitement?

“Did you suck him?” he asked. “Did you take his cock in your mouth? What did he taste like? If I kissed you right now, would I taste him, too?”

The questions were urgent and fast, but they weren’t quite what a typical wounded husband would be asking after he’d just found out about his wife’s disloyalty. Yet Joshua still wore a betrayed expression.

His right shoulder continued to move. I took another step forward, and my mind finally cleared enough to take in the whole scene. Joshua’s pants were around his ankles, and he was jerking his very hard cock. I gasped and continued all the way around the desk. My naked pictures were there on the screen, all right.

My husband was beating off to the inadvertent photo essay documenting my afternoon of faithless sex play. My brain struggled to absorb it all.

“Did he lick your pussy?” Joshua wanted to know. Pre-come oozed from his cockhead as he pulled his veiny meat. “Did you come on his face? Did you hump his mouth hard? Did you?”

It was like being hit by a lightning bolt. I hadn’t destroyed my marriage. Maybe, by some twisted route, I had resurrected it. I could see what was going on. There was logic to it, even though I couldn’t entirely believe it was actually happening.

I needed to respond to my husband.

Drawing myself up straight, I looked down on him with what I hoped was a stern expression and said, “Take your hand off that cock.”

He froze, but his fingers stayed wrapped around his shaft.

“I said remove your hand.” I spoke with a commanding voice. “That is my cock, to do with as I please.”

Joshua looked dazed, but he let go of himself.

My heart was beating fast, but from excitement instead of fear. I’d never spoken to my husband like that before.

“Get your clothes off. Everything. Then sit in that chair, naked.”

Hesitation flashed on his face but only for a second. He hurried to obey. He sat trembling and nude, and I smiled coldly at him.

I pointed to the series of images on his screen and announced, “Damn right I fucked this man. He flirted with me, and I went home with him, and he balled my brains out for an hour and a half.” I faltered for a moment, then went ahead on instinct as I hoped I was saying the right thing. This was all so new.

“He was a better screw than you’ve ever been,” I told my husband.

I watched carefully as pained emotions flashed across Joshua’s face. But all the while his cock twitched and oozed out dribbles of pre-come.

He liked the emotional hurt, then. Incredible! He got off on being a cuckold. I had heard of this sexual kink, but had never encountered it anywhere. Then again, maybe half the men I knew were wired this way.

It was a revelation. I’d never suspected this about Joshua. Maybe he hadn’t known it about himself, I realized. Only this crazy series of events had brought it to light.

I realized I was liking it, too. A lot. Berating my husband was making my pussy wet. My nipples tingled beneath my clothes.

“Let me tell you how good he was, you whimpering pussy-boy.” I was winging it, off into uncharted sexual territory. But he responded with a moan of pleasure.

I proceeded to tell him everything I’d done earlier that day, going blow by blow through every position, every moment of carnal acrobatics.

By the end he truly was whimpering. He shivered from head to toe, sitting in the chair. I knew he was aching to touch his cock, to bring himself to a long-delayed climax.

He would get off, but he would have to do it my way.

I walked over to him. I leaned down and said, “And by the way, he has a bigger dick than you!”

With that, I slapped my husband’s erect cock. It waggled back and forth like a toy on a spring. He cried out in shock and pleasure.

“Now I’m going to make you come!” I slapped it again hard, and that’s when he erupted. Jets of hot jizz shot up over his stomach and chest, and his cry of ecstasy echoed through the loft.

Afterward, we just stared at each other in amazement. It was like we’d reached a whole new phase of our marriage.

In the ensuing months Joshua and I tweaked, refined and adjusted to our new sex life. We’d surely found the missing element, the thing I’d never been able to identify. We had never stopped loving one another, but now we were bonded in a way that felt at least as strong as our marriage vows.

My husband relished being the cuckold, and I enjoyed humiliating him. I would never have suspected I had that kink, but once discovered there was no putting the genie back in the bottle.

Of course, neither of us would have dreamed of going back. We were being our authentic selves, and we were having a ball.

Our new sexual play obviously required a third party. I had to cheat on Joshua with someone. He explained to me that he really did feel genuine jealousy whenever I fucked another man, but that emotional energy stimulated him sexually at the same time.

It was like getting spanked and enjoying it. Only he was having his feelings spanked, and loving every second of it.

We had two ways of dealing with a third player in our sex games. We’d met some fun people online who were eager to participate in our kink. A few of those men had become regulars, ones we could arrange scenarios with; everything was preplanned. They would come over to the loft, and I’d fuck them while Joshua sat naked and watched. Then I’d humiliate him until he came. All very tidy.

The other way was trickier to pull off but more exciting, too. I would go out and try to pick up a guy somewhere and bring him back, and Joshua would sit tied to a chair and watch me get dogged by a complete stranger.

The other night, we did the latter.

Joshua’s dick was already hard when I sat him naked in the chair facing our big bed. Later, when I returned, I’d tie his ankles to the legs and his hands behind him with nylon rope. As I prepared to leave him, his eyes were alight, but he said in a pleading voice, “Please don’t cheat on me, Lydia. I’m begging you!”

I grinned wickedly before telling him: “I’m off to find a real man!”

We had found the vocabulary which suited us both. I left the loft.

I was dressed in a leather miniskirt with a snug top. It was fun to flaunt my body.

I went to a club where music pounded and bodies gyrated. I drank an overpriced cocktail and scoped out the scene. Soon, I had my man. He was slim and chiseled, and he was looking my way. I gave him my best enticing glances, and he came over.

“Terry,” he introduced himself.

“Lydia.”

Within five minutes, he had his hand up under my skirt, squeezing my tight ass. I rubbed my crotch against the bulge in his pants.

“Want to get out of here?” I asked, and he nodded.

In the parking lot I told him, “My husband’s home. Let’s go to my place.”

Terry frowned in confusion. “But your husband...”

“He’ll be tied naked to a chair. He’ll have to watch us screw. I’ll be calling him names.” I paused. “Does all that interest you?”

Some guys bailed at this point, but Terry’s face shone with a perverse light.

“Sounds like a party,” he said.

He followed me in his car. Then I took him up to the loft as anticipation quivered through me. Even months later, performing this routine was still intensely exciting.

We went inside together, and I led Terry to the bed. Joshua was there, waiting patiently. His cock was ragingly erect. Terry looked my husband up and down as I secured him to the chair.

Then I sauntered over to Terry and took hold of his crotch, boldly caressing his swelling bulge through his pants. I grinned evilly at Joshua as I did it.

“See this stud here? This is a real man. He’s going to fuck me, and you’re going to watch us!”

Joshua’s face was wracked with torment, but a drizzle of pre-come seeped from his slit.

Terry bent down and whispered in my ear, “Is it OK if I say stuff to him?”

No one we’d had in on our games had ever spoken directly to my husband. I liked that Terry had asked so politely. I whispered back, “Give it a try. But if he doesn’t like it, back off.”

Terry nodded. I was still groping his crotch.

He, in turn, pulled down my top and began to fondle my tits.

“Your wife is so fucking hot,” he said to Joshua. “I’m going to fuck her silly, so you can see how a real man does it.”

Joshua whimpered, writhing against the nylon ropes. But I saw the burning excitement on his face.

Terry and I stripped out of our clothes. I beheld the masculine wonder of his muscled body. His cock stood out iron-hard in front of him, and we climbed together onto the bed. Joshua had a front-row seat; he was our own captive audience of one. Knowing he was watching — and knowing how much being a cuckold turned him on — was a great thrill for me. Our marriage was the best.

But at that moment, Terry had most of my attention. On the bed, his strong arms went around me, and we kissed, his tongue sliding against mine. He caressed my tits again, and I reached around to squeeze the firm cheeks of his ass.

His hand slipped between my legs. At first, his fingertips just grazed my pussy lips, and pleasure shivered through me. Then he probed inside, finding the slick wetness awaiting him. He fingered me deeper, and I grabbed hold of his vein-lined cock and started jerking him.

I wanted to taste him. Terry, however, had the same idea about me, so we maneuvered quickly into a 69, laying side-by-side, which gave Joshua a good view of the action. Terry seemed to instinctively understand the setup.

I faced Terry’s big, erect cock. It was a beauty. I took gentle hold of his balls and ran my tongue over his bulbous cockhead. I savored the texture and the dewdrop of pre-come I found and swallowed.

As I took him into my mouth, I felt his hot breath, then his tongue on my pussy. He licked me up and down as I dropped the ring of my mouth down his shaft. I opened my throat and took him all the way to his balls. He moaned against my pussy, which sent delightful tremors of joy into me.

Terry zeroed in on my swollen clit. I felt him bathe my needy bud with his tongue tip. I dropped my mouth again and again down his rigid staff, relishing his flavor. I liked the feel of his cockhead entering my throat.

Terry kept up his tongue work. He even closed his lips on my throbbing nub and applied some sweet pressure to it. I squirmed, jamming my pussy hard against his mouth. When he delicately grazed his teeth against my clit, a whiplash of hot bliss cracked through me.

I came on his face. His mouth stayed on me the whole time, and I heard him lapping up my juices. His cock pulsed deliciously in my mouth.

When we both came up for air, Terry’s face was dripping with my juice. I licked his chin and mouth clean, turning to Joshua as I did so. I didn’t want him to feel left out. It gave me a wonderfully cruel thrill to see him so tortured.

I pushed Terry onto his back, then made to mount him, making sure I was facing my husband. This was the ultimate defilement. I was taking another man’s cock into my pussy. I set Terry’s knobby cockhead against my entrance and slowly lowered myself onto him.

Waves of pleasure radiated through me. When I was fully impaled on his impressive shaft, I planted my palms on his firm chest and started rocking up and down on my knees.

Terry’s hands gripped my hips. He met my downward plunges with upward thrusts of his own. We fell into a nice rhythm, and I was so glad he was cool with this arrangement. What Joshua and I had felt completely natural to both of us, but not all of our prospective thirds took to it easily. Still, we made no apologies. This was sex as we liked it best. It was the supreme expression of the love we felt for each other.

It was also ridiculously fun and hot!

I rode Terry harder and faster. He reached up to grope my jiggling tits, tweaking my swollen nipples, which made me cry out with pleasure. I slammed down on him, taking him all the way every time. He drove up into me even more fiercely.

In an instant, a massive climax tore through me. The sexual bliss was like an electrical current that lit up every cell in my body. I sat up stiff, backbone straight, then tipped over to the side and sprawled on the bed.

Terry pulled out and shifted me around. When I realized he was putting me on my hands and knees, I grinned. I was looking straight at Joshua as Terry got in behind me, to do me doggy-style.

Terry’s hands closed over my hips once again. His cock pushed into my drenched pussy, sliding all the way home and igniting a fresh cascade of pleasure in me. Joshua was mouthing “no, no, no.” But I knew how much he was enjoying it.

Not wasting any time, Terry began to stroke hard into me. I felt him driving deep. I heard the smack of his balls as they slapped my ass.

He went into overdrive, pounding my pussy. The ecstasy built fast inside me, and he was right there with it. As his come started to fly, I came with a howl.

Now it was time to take care of Joshua. I got up to go smack his cock and make him come, but Terry whispered again in my ear: “Can I do something to him?”

He walked over to the chair, his half-hard cock slick with pussy juice and come. He straddled the chair and told my husband, “Clean my cock.”

Joshua was goggle-eyed, but I could tell he was intrigued. Seizing the moment, I said, “You heard. Suck him!”

The paramount humiliation. But Joshua did it eagerly. And as he sucked my lover clean, I slapped his cock until he was jizzing all over himself.

It was the perfect end to a perfect night, but it was also a new beginning.