“Wait Mike, I think this is it,” I said, stopping in front of a nondescript building and glancing back at the address on my phone after noticing the line of people waiting at the door. 

There was a sign on the front of the building advertising a law office, but I guessed it was meant to be intentionally misleading, fitting with the speakeasy theme of the bar we were looking for. 

My husband backtracked and took a closer look. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay, I’ll text Ben and let him know we’re here.”

While Mike tapped out a text to his coworker, I looked around, people watching as we waited in line. 

Then, I noticed a tall, cute guy around our age smiling as he approached us. 

“Yo,” he said, joining us in line and giving Mike’s shoulder a playful punch.  

“Oh, hey!” Mike said, clicking off his phone and putting it in his pocket before clasping hands with the guy who must’ve been Ben and embracing him in a “bro hug.” “Is this the right place?” 

“Yeah, this is it! Sorry, I meant to get here a little early to get a head start in line, but it took me a minute to find parking.” 

“No worries,” Mike said. Then he turned to me and introduced me to his coworker. “This is my wife, Ally.” 

“Hey Ally, really nice to meet you,” Ben said, focusing his big, warm smile on me before pulling me into a hug. 

He was a full head taller than I was, and the way he had to lean down to wrap me in a hug made me tingle even before I noticed his broad, hard chest and muscular back, or felt his powerful arms around me. 

“I’ve heard a lot of great things,” he added as he pulled back, snapping me out of my daze. 

I looked at Mike, tilting my head curiously and wondering what he would’ve told his coworker about me. Unless Ben was just being polite. 

Either way, I decided not to push it and just said, “Nice to meet you, too,” smiling back.

As we waited in line, the two guys caught up on their work schedules for the weekend. 

Their company was hosting a convention in town, which was the reason for our trip. I’d tagged along since I’d never been to the city before, and Mike and I planned to do some sightseeing around his shifts at the convention. 

I tried to be discreet as I continued checking Ben out while they talked a little about some drama that was happening on their team, which I’d only been halfway listening to when Mike had told me about it earlier. His hair was slightly shaggy and light brown. His eyes looked hazel, though it was hard to tell at night. When the streetlights and lights from the surrounding buildings caught him at different angles, I noticed flecks of green and bronze.

Mike and I had each had a couple of drinks at dinner, so I was already feeling flirty. As the line progressed and the guys faced ahead, I quickly adjusted my shirt and bra, pushing my boobs up to create as much cleavage as possible. 

The wait was shorter than I would have guessed. After just about a five-minute wait, we reached the front. The bouncer let us through the door, and we immediately came to a dimly lit staircase leading down to a noisy underground bar. It was pretty packed and loud, voices competing with music from a live band at one end of the long, fairly narrow space. 

We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks. There wasn’t much hope of getting a table, so we found a small space to huddle and shout to each other over the noise. 

“So, what do you think of San Diego so far?” Ben asked me. 

“It’s great!” I gushed, feeling the warmth from the first few sips of my tequila cocktail. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel so tropical.” 

“Yeah, it gets pretty humid,” he answered, smiling and taking a sip of his beer. 

His gaze appeared to linger on my cleavage for an extra moment, but then he looked away and I wondered if I’d imagined it.

“This place is really fun,” I said, gesturing around the 1920s style speakeasy. 

My outstretched hand almost bumped into a few members of a bachelorette party who squeezed past us then, on their way to the bathrooms. 

“Clearly everyone in town agrees with you,” Mike said, his eyes lingering on the bachelorettes. 

“Sorry about the crowd. I guess it’s become quite a tourist trap,” Ben answered. 

“I like it,” I said, wanting to keep things positive. “The music is fun, and my drink is delicious.” 

“Yeah, they’re kind of known for their cocktails. Which one did you get?” Ben asked, gesturing to my glass.

“I think it was called ‘Sweet But Not Too Sweet,’” I answered, shrugging. “I generally look for anything with tequila.”

“Solid choice,” he said, smiling. “There’s actually a great tequila bar around the corner from here that we could check out too, if that’s your drink. They have just about any variety of tequila, agave, or mezcal that you could ever imagine.”

“Uh oh,” Mike teased, smirking at me as he took another sip of his whiskey. 

“Sounds like trouble for me,” I said, heat rising in my cheeks already. 

“Oh, yeah?” Ben asked, a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes. 

I was definitely feeling the effects already, and a temptation to flirt some more. But my attraction to Ben might’ve been more to blame than the tequila. 

“I can get a little wild if I drink too much tequila. More so than any other liquor, for some reason.”

“Okay, well, I guess it depends on how wild you want to get tonight,” Ben said, smirking. 

I wasn’t sure if he’d intended for that to sound as flirty as it did, but I laughed to brush it off for Mike’s benefit as my pussy throbbed. 

Then I felt Ben’s hand on my elbow, pulling me closer to him. I had a momentary panic, thinking he was going to kiss me or something. But I followed his gaze behind me and noticed that he was just guiding me out of the way as someone else pushed past us on their way to the bathrooms. It was innocent enough of a gesture, but in my horny state, it sent an involuntary shiver racing up my spine. 

The look in Ben’s eyes and the way he smiled at me let me know that he’d noticed. 

“Is the tequila bar a little quieter than this one?” Mike asked, seeming oblivious to the interaction. 

“Yeah, from what I remember, it’s pretty chill,” Ben answered.

“Let’s go then. I’ll close out our tab.” 

With that, Mike walked off through the crowd towards the bar. 

I felt a palpable tension once Ben and I were “alone” together in the crowd. 

“Do you have a favorite tequila?” he asked, either oblivious to the tension or ignoring it.

“Not really,” I answered, swallowing and shaking my head, trying to shake myself out of it. “I’m not a connoisseur. It’s just the only liquor I can stand to taste.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. 

A somewhat awkward silence followed before Ben continued, maybe talking himself into saying more. 

“The wild side is just a pleasant side effect, then?”

“Yeah, it always seems to cause a good time.” 

“Nothing wrong with that,” Ben said. Then he winked at me as he took another drink of his beer. 

I smiled back, blushing, and hoping the dim lighting was hiding my reaction. 

Once Mike returned, we made our way back up the stairs and out of the secret door, where there was still a long line of people waiting to get in. Ben led us toward the next bar, and we weaved our way down the crowded sidewalk.

 Luckily, the tequila bar was just around the corner, as promised. 

“Here we are!” Ben said, gesturing for Mike and me to go in ahead of him. 

Mike led the way. As Ben followed me in, he rested a hand on the small of my back, causing another tingle to race up my spine and a throbbing sensation between my legs. 

It was such a casual touch, but it turned me on so much to know he was doing it literally behind my husband’s back.

As we stopped at the host station, I leaned back into Ben’s hand to see if I could get him to “accidentally” touch my ass. But as the host showed us to a high-top table near the bar, he moved his hand away so that we could all take our seats. 

It was a small table, and all our knees bumped together as we sat on the stools. Mike and I sat next to each other, with Ben on his other side, across from me. We took our time looking at the menu, and the server made some recommendations to get us started.

“We offer a tasting flight, with samples of any three liquors on the menu,” she shared.

“Good thing I have you to carry me back to the hotel,” I joked, squeezing Mike’s arm. 

I caught Ben watching the interaction in my peripheral vision. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mike teased. 

We decided to each get a tasting flight and made our selections. When our drinks arrived, I tried to take it slow, alternating sips of water with the alcohol. Still, I could feel it affecting me as we continued chatting and drinking. 

My skin felt tingly and sensitive. I leaned forward over the tabletop so that my breasts rested atop my forearm, creating a display of cleavage. Then I started lightly stroking my arm with my fingertips, tickling myself and brushing over my nipple through my top with the side of my thumb. I was doing it because it felt good, but I also glanced at Ben every few moments, hoping to catch him looking. 

After a bit, the tequila convinced me to take it up another notch. I spread my legs open under the table, causing my mid-thigh length skirt to ride up. I made a show of adjusting my position on the stool, scooting in and spreading my legs further, then bumping Ben’s knee with mine. 

“Oh, sorry,” I said, leaning back to look under the table and make sure it was in fact his knee I had bumped. I kinda hoped that would be a hint for him to look down too, and perhaps catch a glimpse up my skirt. 

“No worries,” Ben said, not letting it interrupt the flow of conversation. 

But then, rather than moving my knee back away, I leaned in, brushing my leg against his. 

With only the briefest glance my way, Ben slipped his hand under the table and brushed my knee with his fingertips. 

Once again, I leaned into his touch, encouraging him to take it further. 

He hesitated at first, and I noticed a blush brightening his cheeks. After stroking my knee with his thumb a few times, he rested his hand on my leg just above it and gave me a gentle squeeze. 

I made my next move by reaching down to rest my hand on his, guiding it up higher. 

Somehow, neither of us allowed the conversation to miss a beat as Ben kept rubbing, sliding his hand between my thighs. The tickle of his fingertips on my sensitive skin caused my breathing to quicken and my pussy to throb and clench. At that moment, I wanted him to keep going until his fingers were inside me. 

I could tell he was trying to reach as high as he dared without making his movements obvious, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling too much. 

Wanting more, I got up and excused myself to go to the restroom, planning on touching myself and trying to cum to relieve some of the tension. 

There were two unisex restrooms, and both were occupied when I approached. As I waited, I leaned back against the opposite wall and closed my eyes, imagining Ben’s hands on me. I wanted to feel his fingers sliding the rest of the way up my thighs and brushing over the damp lace of my panties. Then I wanted him to tug them aside to feel my smooth, wet lips and the velvety warmth of my pussy as he filled me.  

I moaned to myself, hardly aware of the fact that I was squeezing my thighs together and grinding a little against the wall. 

Until someone cleared their throat beside me. 

I opened my eyes and turned to find Ben there, smirking at me as his eyes roamed up and down my body. “Guess you weren’t kidding about your wild side.” 

I laughed, not bothering to adjust my posture or to hide my hard nipples as they poked through my top and bra. 

“Nope. I guess I enjoy getting myself into some trouble.” 

“What kind of trouble?” he asked, stepping closer. 

Rather than answering, I just stared back at him and reached down to lift my skirt until I revealed my pink lacy panties. 

We shared an intense look, and then Ben looked down to stare at my lace-covered mound. I could tell he was contemplating what, or how much, he dared to do with me. To me. 

Then the door to one restroom clicked unlocked. I dropped my skirt just as a woman came out and walked past us on her way back out to the bar. 

I walked over and pushed the door open, then turned back to face Ben and lingered. 

He glanced back around the corner, maybe checking to make sure Mike wasn’t able to see us. Then he walked up to me and urged me into the bathroom with his hands on my hips. 

Once we were inside, he spun me around and pressed me up against the door, turning the lock before leaning in to kiss me, hard. 

I moaned and kissed him back, spreading my legs for him as he reached up my skirt to tug my panties aside just as I’d imagined. I scratched my nails down his arm and put my hand over his, guiding him to press his fingers into me harder and deeper. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered against my lips, barely pulling back from the kiss. 

I just moaned and hooked one leg around his waist, grinding on his hand and kissing him deeply. We were both breathing too heavily to maintain the kiss for long, though. 

“That feels so fucking good. It was so hot feeling you touch me at the table.”

“You’re such a dirty, naughty wife, aren’t you? Getting so wet for your husband’s coworker. Sneaking around right behind his back.” 

“Yes!” I moaned, clenching on his fingers. “I’m going to cum on your hand and then go back out there to him like nothing happened. Keep thrusting and rubbing my clit like that. I’m so close!” 

“Fuck!” Ben groaned, doing his best to meet my demands. “You’re so hot, Ally.” 

I held his hand against my pussy, grinding with him and imagining how his cock might feel inside me. Part of me wanted him to just whip it out and push himself into me without asking for my consent, without using a condom. I imagined him grunting and thrusting hard and fast until he emptied a load of cum deep inside my married pussy. I could feel it seeping out into my panties and dripping down my thighs as we’d go back out to the table to continue casual conversation, with my husband none the wiser.    

Those thoughts, and the friction of Ben’s fingers inside me and on my clit, pushed me over the edge. I struggled not to let myself get too loud in the small echo chamber of the bathroom as I moaned and writhed against the door, squeezing around Ben’s fingers. 

“Fuck yes, cum all over my hand!”  

He didn’t let up until I got to the point of overstimulation and had to push his hand away. 

We kissed again, still moaning and breathing hard as I calmed down from my orgasm.

He pressed himself against me, grinding his hard bulge on me and squeezing my breasts through my shirt and bra. 

I reached down between our bodies to press my hand against the outline of his cock, squeezing and rubbing, earning another groan. 

“I want you to come back to the hotel with us,” I said as our eyes met and I kept stroking him through his pants. 

“What will Mike think about that?” Ben asked, smirking. 

I shrugged and smiled, too. “We’ve been talking about doing something like this for a while. He might be on board.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I nodded, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock through his pants, trying to create a wet spot from his pre-cum. “Would you be open to that?” 

“To what, exactly?” Ben asked, groaning as I continued playing with him. 

“Fucking me, while Mike watches.”

“Yeah, I’d be into that,” he chuckled. 

I smiled and bit my lip. “Okay. I’m going to try to make it happen.” 

“Maybe you should go back out there first, then. I might need a minute to calm down, anyway.” 

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling as I stood back upright and adjusted my clothes. 

“I’ll follow your lead,” Ben said. 

I nodded my agreement as I unlocked the bathroom door and checked that the coast was clear before heading out. 

Back at the table, I found Mike scrolling on his phone as he waited for me and Ben to return. I rubbed his back before taking my seat on the stool. Before I could think about how to broach the topic of the threesome, he started going on about some random article he was reading about a movie coming out soon. Whenever that happened, it was always hard to change topics, much less get a word in edge wise. 

When Ben returned a couple minutes later, Mike was still talking about the movie. Then he backtracked to catch him up on the article as well. 

Ben and I shared a brief, secret smile as we allowed Mike to continue guiding the conversation. 

When we were about ready to go, I scrambled for an excuse to invite Ben back to the hotel with us, to give myself more time to figure out the next steps. 

But it turned out that I didn’t need to worry. 

“Fuck, Uber is saying it’s going to be a twenty-five-minute wait,” Mike complained as he checked the rideshare app on his phone. Then he turned to Ben. “Hey, you said you drove here, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you think you could give us a ride back to our hotel? Or would that be out of your way?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Ben offered, sneaking a quick glance at me, maybe wondering whether I’d already talked Mike into the plan we’d discussed. 

As Ben led us to where he’d parked, I considered what my next step should be. I needed to ask Mike what he thought about making our threesome fantasy reality with his coworker, without letting on that I already knew Ben would be into it because he and I had discussed it in the bathroom, after he’d fingered me and made me cum. 

When we got to Ben’s car, Mike got in front with him and continued talking his ear off about the movie. He pulled me into the conversation here and there, but mostly I tried to use the time to work out a plan for what to do once we arrived back at the hotel.

“Thanks a lot for the ride, man,” Mike said as Ben pulled the car up to the loading area in front of the hotel. 

Without letting myself overthink things anymore, I just blurted out the first option that came to mind.

“Maybe we could get another drink inside at the bar. You should come in, Ben. Unless you need to get home.” 

“Yeah, I could do that. Why don’t I go park in the garage and meet you guys inside in a few minutes,” Ben agreed, maybe a little too quickly and eagerly. 

I couldn’t focus on that, though. I was just grateful that Mike and I would have a chance to talk first, and hopefully get on the same page.

“I thought you were tired?” Mike asked, once Ben had dropped us off. 

“I don’t feel that tired anymore,” I said, shrugging it off as we made our way into the lobby. “And I have an idea I want to run by you.”

“What is it?” he asked, only seeming mildly interested. 

“What if we try that thing we’ve been talking about? With Ben, tonight.”

“What thing?”

Clearly, he hadn’t been thinking about it already like I was. So I decided I needed to just be direct. It was all we had time for. “What if we ask him if he might be interested in a threesome?” 

Mike froze mid-step, surprised. “Seriously?” 

I stopped walking too and turned to face him as I continued, not letting his less than enthusiastic reaction deter me. “It could be easy. He lives far away from us, so no strings attached, really. And you know each other well enough for him to be pretty trustworthy, but maybe not well enough that it’ll be a big awkward thing?” 

Mike didn’t respond right away, and seemed to consider my points. “Sounds like you’ve really thought this out.”

I blushed and shrugged, cursing myself for being so eager and causing suspicion. Still, my heart hammered in my chest as I waited for his response. 

“I don’t know, Ally… I know we’ve been talking about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to pull the trigger yet. I’m still processing how I feel about all of it.”

The disappointment felt like a ton of bricks weighing me down. There was also a fiery ball of frustration and impatience welling up inside me. Mike knew this was a fantasy of mine, but he didn’t know how long I’d been wanting it, or how much. It had been on my mind and in my fantasies way before I mustered the nerve to bring it up with him. And lately it was pretty much all I could think about.

Somehow, I resisted the urge to explode, reminding myself that I needed to be patient with Mike if I wanted us to get there eventually. 

“That’s fine,” I said, playing it as breezy as I could manage. “It’s no big deal. It was just a thought I had. We can just get another drink and then call it a night, then.” 

“Are you sure it’s fine?” Mike asked, picking up on some of my repressed feelings. 

“Yeah, no worries,” I smiled, nodding and shrugging, trying to sound breezy. I wrapped my arms around him for a hug, hiding my face. I knew he’d be able to read me like a book if I let him. 

Ben met us at the bar a few minutes later, trying to read the room, to figure out how the conversation had gone. My guilty conscience made me worried Mike would pick up on something that might show that Ben was already in on my plan. 

But somehow things remained casual as we ordered another round of drinks at the bar and found a table. After a minute, I felt Ben’s hand on my thigh again, tugging my legs open. I let him, feeling fresh tingles as his hand slipped up as far as he dared to go at that angle. 

There were quite a few others from their company at the bar, since everyone had booked at the same hotel for the convention. 

“Oh hey, that’s Greg and JP from my old team,” Mike said, recognizing a couple of guys from across the bar. “I’m gonna go say hi.” 

I was a little surprised that Mike walked away and left me alone at the table with Ben after I’d just confessed that I wanted to fuck him. But I hoped that meant he hadn’t caught on to anything I’d done to betray his trust.  

“Did you talk to him?” Ben asked once Mike was out of earshot, keeping his voice low. 

I nodded. “It’s a no go. He said he isn’t ready for it.” 

Ben leaned back in his seat, removing his hand from my leg. “Well, that sucks.” 

I scoffed and laughed a little. “Yeah, I know.”

“I want you, Ally,” he confessed. “I want to feel so much more of you.” 

His words caused another wave of heat between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs back together to ease the pressure. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I want it, too.”  

We just looked at each other, our mutual attraction thick in the air between us. 

From where we sat, Ben had a better line of sight to where Mike stood and talked with the other coworkers without having to turn around in his seat, so I counted on him to be the lookout. He glanced up that way before looking back at me. 

“Well, if tonight’s a bust, maybe tomorrow could work? Mike and I have opposite shifts. I don’t work until evening.” 

I was a little surprised to hear Ben’s suggestion, but knew I’d already shown him I wasn’t opposed to making things happen behind Mike’s back. 

“No pressure if you decide it’s not what you want,” he said then, as if reading my mind. “I know there’s a big difference between having a threesome and cheating on your husband.”

“Yeah…” I agreed, asking myself where I would draw the line. “Can I think about it?” 

“Of course. Maybe I can give you my number so you can let me know what you decide?” 

I knew even accepting his number would be crossing a line, but it was one that I decided I was okay with crossing. So I took my phone out of my purse, conscious of keeping it low and making sure the screen wouldn’t be visible from across the room as Ben told me his number and I entered it into my contacts. 

Mike came back to join us after a while, and we all decided to call it a night.

As we made our way back to the lobby, the guys talked a little about work the next day.

Ben glanced over at me as Mike mentioned going in early to work at the conference and being there most of the day.

But that was it. We all said goodnight without an opportunity for anything else to happen. 

As Mike and I rode the elevator up to our room, I got lost in thought, wondering if I’d have the guts to use Ben’s phone number. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to. But as the tequila-fueled mental fog of horniness wore off, the reality of what I’d done that night sunk in.

I’d always been flirty, but letting another guy finger me was very clearly past the line for cheating, even by my standards. I’d never gone that far before, but I had so much pent up frustration that my actions weren’t a complete surprise to me, either.

I knew I could go one of two ways: I could either shut things down and stop myself from doing anything else to harm my marriage, or cut the rest of the strings that were holding me back and just go for it with Ben.

In the end, I decided to sleep on it, hoping an answer would be clearer in the morning. 

“Sorry if you feel disappointed about tonight,” Mike said, as we got ready for bed together. 

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling at him in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my teeth. 

“You are disappointed, though,” he challenged.

I took a moment to formulate my response as I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. Then I patted my face with a towel and turned toward him to respond.

“Well, you already know it’s something I’d like to try. And it just seemed like kind of ideal circumstances to make it happen.” 

“Maybe,” Mike conceded. “And maybe it had something to do with you finding Ben attractive?” 

I blushed and bit my lip. I knew I had to admit there was some truth to that. Mike would be able to tell I was lying if I denied it. 

“I guess he wasn’t hard to look at.” 

“Thought so,” he said, smirking. 

I laughed a little and gave his ass a squeeze as I walked past him, out into the room. I thought that would be it, but once we got in bed, Mike seemed to want to continue the conversation.

“What did you imagine happening?” he asked, turning onto his side to face me, propping himself up with his elbow. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t get to the point of imagining specifics,” I lied. 

“Well, imagine it now. What would you want to do if Ben was here in the room with us right now?”

I felt a tingle between my legs right away as I imagined it, but also a wave of frustration and exasperation. Mike and I had enjoyed several similar role plays in the past, and they were always fun. But I was tired of just talking about it. I wanted to make it happen for real and felt frustrated that we never seemed to get any closer to making it reality. 

Still, I reminded myself that blowing up at Mike about it would be far less productive than going along and continuing to be patient. 

“I’d want him to take his shirt and pants off, and then I’d want him to undress me, too. Or tell me to take my clothes off.”

“Do it, then,” Mike commanded. “Strip for him. I bet he’s dying to see your big tits after you teased him with them all night, flaunting your cleavage.” 

Well, I guess Mike had picked up on some of my not-so-subtle moves after all. But I didn’t let it phase me. I just moaned and followed instructions, pulling my tank top off over my head. 

“What do you think he’d want to do to them?” I asked, laying back against the pillows and running my fingertips over my bare chest, circling around my nipples, making them hard. 

“He’d want to feel how big and heavy they are,” Mike said, reaching over to cup my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. “And he’d want to suck on them, to see how much he could fit in his mouth.” 

I moaned as Mike acted out the fantasy and closed my eyes, imagining Ben there instead with his mouth on my tits, his tongue swirling and teasing my nipples. 

“I bet he’d tell you he’d also like to feel them wrapped around his cock. So soft and pillowy.” 

I gasped as Mike groped my breasts, squeezing and rolling them around, mashing them together. 

“I want to suck his cock and get it nice and wet,” I said, eyes still closed, panting with lust. “Then I want to hold my tits around him and feel him thrusting through them while I smile up at him.”

“So slutty.”

He pressed his hard cock against my hip through his underwear, and I felt him grinding it on me as he slid his leg between mine, forcing them open. 

“I am so slutty,” I confirmed. “I want to feel his hands on my head, pushing me down to take his cock into my mouth as it thrusts through my cleavage.” 

“Fuck,” Mike growled. 

I opened my eyes then, feeling a sudden movement as Mike got up and straddled my chest. He pulled his hard cock out of his boxer briefs, stroking it over me. 

“Open your mouth for Ben like a good slut, Ally.” 

I smiled and moaned, licking my lips and taking over stroking him as I leaned up to take him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his leaking tip, tasting his pre-cum and moaning as I wrapped my lips around him for more.

“Oh, fuck!” Mike groaned. “That’s it, baby. Get his cock nice and wet.” 

I moaned and continued, one hand wrapped around the base of Mike’s cock, squeezing and stroking as I leaned up to bob my head on him, taking him deeper as my lips rubbed along his hard shaft. Wanting more, I tugged on his hips until he leaned up closer to me, forcing him deeper down my throat until I gagged a little. 

Mike hissed in a breath and readjusted, reaching down to hold my head and thrusting, fucking my face. 

“Such a good girl. You’ve been wanting to have another guy’s cock down your throat while I watch, haven’t you?” 

I moaned on his cock, and my pussy clenched. I felt a strong, sudden urge to touch myself, but before I could reach down, Mike squeezed his knees tighter around me, pinning me under him and leaning back to line up with my chest.

“Hold your tits together, slut.” 

My chest heaved and my eyebrows furrowed as I did as I was told. 

Then Mike lined his dick up with my cleavage and pushed in between my breasts, groaning as I held them around him. After just a few thrusts, he reached down and held behind my head, pushing my lips up to meet his cock, just as I’d described. 

“You like thinking about me watching another guy use my wife’s tits and mouth like this? Watching him cum down your throat, or all over your chest and face?” 

I moaned on his cock, my pussy clenching and throbbing. 

Mike continued thrusting for a little while longer, then pulled back, sliding down my body until he knelt between my legs. Then he tugged my hips closer, propping them up on his thighs as he slid his cock into me, thrusting and grinding. 

At that angle, his cock bumped and brushed over my g spot, while allowing me space to rub my clit. I moaned and arched my back, planting my feet on the mattress and grinding with him. 

Mike groaned, squeezing my ass as he supported my hips. “Do you want me to allow another guy to fuck you, Ally?”

I knew Mike meant for that to turn me on, but it also brought the frustration back up as I thought about how I could be fucking another guy right now. There had already been other opportunities, in fact, which I’d turned down for him.

But I forced the thought away, not wanting to lose momentum towards my orgasm. I closed my eyes and focused on how it might feel if Ben was on top of me instead. 

“Yes!” I moaned, rubbing my clit faster.

“Who’s pussy is this?” 

“It’s yours!”

“That’s fucking right, it is!” Mike barked, gritting his teeth as he started fucking me harder and faster. 

“Ohhh fuck!” I yelled, unable to control the volume of my moans as he pounded into me, and I imagined Ben in his place. 

He didn’t stop until I came, writhing and bucking as he fucked me through an intense orgasm. 

“Don’t fucking forget it!” 

With a few more hard, deep thrusts, Mike stilled and grunted as his cock pulsed, shooting several spurts of hot cum into me. 

Afterwards, he leaned over me and kissed me, both of us moaning and breathing hard. Then he pulled out and got up from the bed. 

“I’ll get a washcloth,” he said, heading into the bathroom. 

“Thanks,” I called, laying back and relaxing as Mike’s cum seeped out of me and my breathing returned to normal. 

I wasn’t sure how to feel after all of that. Mike’s possessiveness had always been a turn on to me to a certain extent, but lately it had felt at odds with my increasing desire to have the freedom to be with other people. I didn’t want to end our marriage. I wanted it to be something we could enjoy together. But it was frustrating to feel held back, and to feel like I needed his permission to act on the fantasy.

It wasn’t so much about wanting someone else instead of Mike, but more about feeling the freedom and independence to make my own choices with my body once again. I knew the best thing would be to talk to him about how I was feeling, but it all just felt too complicated to explain, and I was worried it would come out all wrong. 

We finished cleaning up and got back in bed. Mike fell right to sleep, but my thoughts kept me awake. 

I thought about Ben some more and felt a little shocked to realize and remember that what we did in the bathroom at the bar earlier had really happened. Looking at his number saved in my contacts felt naughty, but so exciting. I didn’t know what I would do after Mike left for work in the morning, but there was no doubt about what I wanted.

After a quick glance at Mike, who was facing away from me and snoring, I clicked on Ben’s contact icon and typed out a message. I hit send right away, against my better judgment. 

Ally: Mike wanted to role play what would’ve happened if you came upstairs with us. I was thinking about you fucking me when I came on his cock. 

Almost immediately, the three dots appeared, indicating that Ben was typing back. I smiled to myself and waited, monitoring Mike in my peripheral vision. 

Ben: That’s so hot. I loved feeling you cum on my fingers at the bar earlier. I was so bummed that he wasn’t into it tonight. I jerked off as soon as I got back to my car, and again when I got home. And I’m hard again now after seeing your text. 

Fuck. I squirmed in bed with fresh tingles between my legs. 

Ben: Where are you now? 

Ally: In bed lol

Ben: And where is he? Lol

Ally: Laying next to me

Ally: Sleeping

Ben: So naughty 

Ally: Yes I am

Ben: You’re turning me on so much

Ben: You should touch yourself for me right now

I clenched and squeezed my eyes shut, putting effort into not moaning. Then I reached down and slipped my hand into my panties. 

Ally: Okay. Just a little, though. I don’t want to wake him. 

Ben: Good girl

The praise caused another clench, and I knew I was being too risky. 

Ben: Do you want to cum again for me? 

I didn’t hesitate before answering. 

Ally: Yes

Ally: But I can’t here

Ben: Go into the bathroom

Ben: And take headphones with you if you can 

My mind raced with all the possibilities as I crept over to my carry-on bag and found my air pods on the way to the bathroom. Once I was inside and had closed the door behind me, I texted back and awaited further instructions. 

Ally: Okay, I’m in the bathroom now

Ben: I want to make you cum over FaceTime. You don’t have to say anything. I just want to watch you touching yourself. And I’m happy to show you mine too, if you want ;) 

I felt more tingles as I contemplated what Ben was proposing. On the cheating scale, I put sexting and FaceTime sex at least a step or two below fingering in a public bathroom. Considering that, it was easier than it probably should’ve been to talk myself into it. 

I put my headphones in and double checked they were connected, then made the call.

Ben answered on the first ring. 

“Hey,” he said, smiling as his face appeared on my screen. 

I smiled and waved back, not wanting to risk even a whisper in the echoey bathroom. 

“I’m so hard again for you, Ally. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. You’re so sexy and naughty. I want you so much.” 

I could tell from the way his arm moved he was stroking his cock offscreen. The thought of him jerking off as he thought about me, and hearing about how much I turned him on, drove me crazy. My chest heaved and my pussy clenched, causing fresh wetness to seep into my panties, mixed with Mike’s cum. I wanted to show Ben, to do any and everything I could, to turn him on even more. 

I set my phone down for a moment as I pushed my panties down and pulled my tank top off over my head. Then I sat up on the bathroom counter and scooted back against the mirror so that I could prop my feet up as well, legs spread. Retrieving the phone and holding it in front of me, I put my glistening wet pussy on full display for Ben. 

“Fuuuck,” he groaned when he saw me. “You’re so wet. I need to taste you. And feel you.” 

I struggled not to moan as I reached down and ran two fingers along my smooth slit, then pressed in and used both fingers to spread myself open. 

“Oh god. I can see his cum still leaking out of you. That’s so fucking hot. You’re such a sexy, naughty, slutty wife, aren’t you?” 

I leaned my head back against the mirror as my eyes rolled back into my head with Ben’s words. I also pushed the two fingers into my pussy to feel myself clench on them. I could barely thrust them in and out as my walls clamped down. 

“That’s it. Get those fingers nice and wet. Scoop the rest of his cum out and make room for more.” 

Fuck. I was panting as I did what Ben asked, curling my fingers up to scoop out as much cum as I could. 

“I want you to put your fingers in your mouth and suck them clean. Can you do that for me, Ally?” 

The thrill of exhilaration was almost too much to bear. I was tempted to keep rubbing and fingering myself fast, feeling a need to cum again as soon as possible. But I pushed myself to do what Ben said, letting the pleasure ride and continue to build. 

As I brought my fingers to my mouth, and followed with the phone in my other hand, I made a show out of slowly and seductively licking them clean, then sucking hard and taking them deep, pressing back until I triggered my gag reflex. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but made sure to gag audibly for Ben. 

“Holy shit,” he whimpered. 

I noted that his stroking motion had stopped, and wondered if that had caused him to cum already, wishing I could ask.

“I’m squeezing the base of my cock right now, trying not to cum. You’re turning me on so much, being such a good girl for me.” 

I let myself moan softly as I continued sucking on my fingers, holding my hand in place and bobbing my mouth onto them. Then I started rubbing my tongue along the underside of my fingers onto my palm when it could reach. I was imagining it rubbing the underside of his cock and his balls, and hoped that he got the same idea. 

“You fucking slut,” he hissed. “You want your lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, don’t you?”

I nodded in agreement. 

“Do you want to see what you’d be sucking on?” 

I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding again, sucking more slowly so that I could focus on the phone screen. 

Then Ben angled his camera down towards his lap, revealing his hand pumping a hard and wet cock. He looked to be a little above average in length and thick, circumcised, with trimmed pubic hair. His balls were quite big and pulsed a bit as he stroked. 

“Do you like what you see?”

I smiled around my fingers and nodded, pushing them deeper down my throat until I gagged again. 

“That’s it Ally, gag yourself on my cock. You want to feel it pressing down your throat?” 

My eyebrows furrowed as I clenched and whimpered, sucking my fingers faster and harder. 

“I want to feel that hot, wet mouth on my cock tomorrow. My hands in your hair, guiding your head up and down. Holding you still as I thrust deeper until you’re gagging and taking me into your throat.” 

Ben’s words brought me so close that I couldn’t wait any longer to touch my pussy. I followed with the phone and held it out so that he could see my fingers plunging in. 

“That’s it, fuck yourself, baby. I don’t think I’d last any longer without being inside you, either. Take my cock. Feel me thrusting deeper, harder, faster. Moaning into your ear as I lick along the ridge and nibble your earlobe. Squeezing those big tits and teasing your nipples. Kissing and sucking on your neck as my cock slides in and out of your wet pussy. So tempted to bite down and leave a mark, to let Mike know someone else has used his slutty wife.” 

I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning, thrusting my fingers fast, my palm brushing my clit with each thrust. 

“Cum for me, Ally. Cum on my cock. Cum on a second cock in one night like a good married slut!” 

That sent me over the edge. My whole body started spasming and writhing as I came hard, trying my best to hold the phone where Ben could see, but unable to focus on that. I felt a gush of juices on my fingers as I kept fingering and rubbing, arching my hips up into my hand. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it! Cum hard for me. Don’t stop thrusting. I’m gonna fill that hotwife pussy right up. Keep thrusting for me, babe.” 

I struggled to do as Ben said, thrusting through my orgasm and continuing even as I felt the urge to stop, suddenly so sensitive. Then I tilted the phone to watch him as he pumped his cock hard and fast in his fist. Hearing his curses and moans right in my ear through my air pods turned me on so much. 

Then he made a gasping sound, followed by louder grunts as he came, focusing his strokes just under the head of his cock as several streams of cum shot up onto his bare chest and stomach. Knowing that was all for me, and that it was the third time he came for me in just over an hour, caused fresh tingles as I squeezed my thighs shut around my hand, toes curling. 

“Holy fuck, that felt good!” Ben exclaimed, breathing hard and laughing as he finished cumming. 

I smiled and bit my lip, struggling not to laugh with him. 

“You’re so, so sexy, Ally. Whatever happens and whatever you decide for tomorrow, I just want to make sure I say that.” 

I just smiled back at him, not able to say anything more. 

“I’m gonna go clean up. Give me a minute and I’ll text you back, okay?” 

I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. 

“Okay, talk soon,” he chuckled, and we both ended the call. 

I took that time to get cleaned up as well, taking my air pods out and sliding off of the countertop, being careful not to make any noise. I took another washcloth and got it wet with some warm water to clean myself up a bit, then flushed the toilet just in case Mike was in fact awake and listening. Then I washed my hands and pulled my panties and tank top back on before checking my phone for another message from Ben. 

Ben: Just want to say again that was amazing. And you’re amazing. 

Ben: And no pressure for tomorrow. I’m turned on thinking about it, obviously. But I don’t want to put pressure on you to decide. I feel lucky enough from what’s already happened. 

Ally: That’s sweet of you to say. And I hope it’s obvious that I’m turned on thinking about it, too. I’m going to sleep on it and let you know in the morning.

Ben: Sounds good. Hope you sleep well. 

Ally: Thanks, you too

Ben: Oh I will, trust me :-*

Ally: :D