The story that follows is easily the most mortifying experience of my life. I’m really not even sure why I am feeling the need to share this here, but I can’t keep it in any longer. At least here it can be anonymous. But if I hold it in any longer, I feel I might explode. Call it cheap therapy or something but I’m hoping putting this out into the universe will get it off my shoulders.

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It was a typical Sunday afternoon. My wife, Annie, was busy doing some online shopping in the living room so I headed up to the finished attic to watch a quick movie. Sundays are nice for us because we tend to spend all day Saturday together, and Sundays give us that much-needed alone time. We weren’t sick of each other or anything but we were heavily introverted so a little time to recharge our batteries was nice.

After a few minutes of watching Netflix, I was hit with a random wave of horniness. Being a warm-blooded male, this was nothing too uncommon. Realizing that my wife was probably lost in her own little world so I would have the privacy I needed to relieve myself. Seeing no reason not to, I headed down to the bathroom to grab some tissue for clean-up.

After grabbing the tissue, I turned to walk out of the bathroom and head back upstairs when I noticed a pair of pink, lacy panties on the ground. Normally I would not think twice about something like seeing her dirty laundry on the ground but today presented the perfect storm of walking in the bathroom with sex already on my mind and some of her sexiest underwear on the ground. The next thing I knew, I was picking them up off the ground to inspect them. The first thing I noticed was the gusset was slightly stiff from collecting her juices over the course of the day and drying after she took them off.

I examined them a little more closely and saw that those juices left white marks where they dried. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled. The scent was nothing short of intoxicating. Despite knowing her scent and taste over years of dating and marriage, there was something different about smelling her on her panties. It wasn’t as fresh, maybe even a little funky. But like nature intended, it had an effect on me. I felt it immediately in my groin. I stuffed the panties in my pocket and headed back to the attic.

Knowing I didn’t have all the time in the world, I wanted to make this quick. So I grabbed my laptop and pulled up my go-to porn site. I opened the first four videos in separate tabs so that they could load simultaneously and give me a few options when I watch. Nothing worse than getting stuck watching a video you aren't into! I then pulled up a story to read and get the blood pumping. Remembering the panties in my pocket, I grabbed them and put them up to my nose to smell them.

I slowly stroked myself to a full erection as I inhaled her scent and read a story about a curious babysitter who stumbled upon the mother’s dildo. After getting caught trying it out she ended up getting her first taste of pussy and experiencing her first ever orgasm from another woman. It was beyond hot and I was already close to bursting. I popped in the headphones and pulled up the first video - an amateur threesome with two girls blowing the cameraman. It was fine but the shaking camera was distracting and as hot as these ladies were, I needed to see something other than their faces and his dick.

I closed the video and pulled up the next one. It was a series I was familiar with - one about college students trying porn for the first time. For whatever reason, these were my favorite type. Real or not, the idea that it was someone’s first time on camera and seeing them a little nervous was always hot for me. In this one, the girl was very shy about taking off her clothes and shocked by the size of her co-star’s cock.

The scent of the panties I was holding to my nose was adding more to the experience than I imagined. I started feeling those familiar tingles of an impending orgasm. It was sensory overload as I watched and listened to some 19-year old blond getting slammed from behind by a huge dick and smelling Annie’s panties. I knew I was close so I tried fast forwarding to a part where she was riding cowgirl. That was always my favorite position to watch.

“What the fuck?” Annie yelled behind me.

Shocked, I spun my head around to face her. The look on her face was pure outrage. Somehow, I had not heard her climbing the stairs. I wasn’t even sure where to start. I tried pulling my pants up to hide my erection but she had already seen everything - the panties in one hand, my dick in the other, and a computer screen filled with the image of a young girl riding a big cock.

“Annie, what the hell?” I said back, sounding more angry than I meant to.

“No - don’t you ‘what the hell’ me! I live here. I don’t have to knock. Besides, I didn’t think you were up here playing with yourself like some fucking teenager!” she yelled back.

“I can explain!” I tried to say, but she was already walking down the stairs disgusted with me.

Here’s the thing with Annie: I love her very much and I have since the day I met her. But for some reason, her libido fell off a cliff a few years ago. She doesn’t initiate anything anymore. At best, she puts up with screwing me once a month. I have a very high sex drive so the decrease in sex has lead me to more masturbation. I knew she thought it was a gross thing to do and disapproved of the porn, but I saw all of it as harmless. So what if I looked at a video once or twice a week and pleasured myself when she wasn't around? It was better than cheating!

Up until this point, I had never been caught. I had considered the consequences before but I always saw it more as embarrassing than anything else. But the look in her eyes was more than that. She was angry. She was disgusted with me.

To spare the boring details, the next several hours did not go well. She was not in a forgiving mood and ignored all my pleas for forgiveness. I tried defending myself by only made things worse. I spent the rest of the day in the attic watching TV and trying to stay out of her way.

This is really where the story begins. The next day, I got up for work and she was already up in the kitchen pouring coffee for herself.

“Coffee?” she asked, pleasantly.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, a bit confused by her kind tone. It was such a drastic difference from the night before.

“Hey, I know what you are thinking. And let’s move on. Forgive and forget, right?” she said.

I was so relieved to hear those words.

“Yes! I think that’s a wonderful idea.” I told her.

The week went by as usual. We both work a lot so the only time left for each other at the end of the day is usually for dinner, some, TV, and going to sleep. That’s why I live for weekends. It’s the only quality time we have together and the only real chance for intimacy.

Friday, I got home around 6:30 after stopping for a couple beers with a co-worker. I expected to see Annie’s car in the driveway, but she still wasn’t home. I decided that it would be a great idea to try to make a quick dinner before she got home. That would be a nice subtle way to say I was sorry and maybe even lay the groundwork for some make-up sex later.

I pulled out all the ingredients and got to work. It was going to be a spicy chicken pasta entree with some bruschetta to snack on as soon as she got home, which would be any second. As I pulled the toasted bread from the oven, I heard he car pull up next to the house. Perfect timing! Her keys jingled in the door and I heard her swing it open.

“Honey? You home?” she called out.

“Yeah, baby, in here!” I shouted back, letting her know I was in the kitchen.

I rounded the corner out of the kitchen to greet her in the living room and was caught off guard by someone else standing with her in the entryway.

“Mark, this is my co-worker Ryan. He was at happy hour with us and I invited him to have some dinner with us. Is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, um, sure. That’s fine. I made plenty!” I said to her and shook Ryan’s hand, introducing myself and offering him a drink.

Dinner went over well. I’m pretty good in the kitchen and the pasta turned out fantastic. Luckily there was enough for all of us. As we finished up, Annie poured all three of us another glass of wine. She was obviously pretty buzzed and I was starting to get there too. Ryan was a pretty big guy - maybe 6’4” and 235 pounds, so I’m not sure how much the alcohol was affecting him. He sure seemed fine.

“So, Mark,” Annie started. “I was telling Ryan about your little mishap last Sunday and he thought it was hilarious!”

“What are you talking about?” I said, embarrassed.

“Oh, honey. Don’t be silly. I told him I caught you jerking off in the attic and that you were watching some big-dicked freak give it to a college-aged girl. He said that you were crazy for preferring porn over me.” She teased. I had never seen her like this.

I wanted to argue but felt it wasn’t the time or place. I had not chosen it over her. She was never interested. Of course I would choose her every time. She looks ten years younger than she is with shoulder-length dark brown hair, a tight body from years of yoga, and still-perky b-cup breasts. At 5’3”, it was all put together in a nice little package that I often stared at and wondered how she’d chosen me.

“Ann, that’s a little inappropriate. Don’t you think?” I replied, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“Mark, dude, it’s okay,” Ryan said. “A lot of guys do that.”

I looked at him with a look of ‘what the hell?’ and then turned to Annie to give her the same look.

“You know, I was also talking to Carolyn at work and she let me in on a little secret. You know what it was?” She paused but didn’t give me a chance to reply.

“She said that Ryan here has the biggest cock she’s ever seen. So I wanted to bring him home to you and see if it was true.”

“Annie, what the fuck?!” I was mortified for myself and for her. I turned to look at Ryan but he didn’t seem as surprised as I thought he should. In fact, he was just staring at me as she talked.

“Dear, don’t be such a prude. That’s what you like right? Seeing big, fat cocks sliding in and out of tight little pussies? What? You only like it when it’s some whore on camera, but not when it’s your own loving wife?” She said, in a tone that was way too calm.

I sat there stunned. Her calm voice told me that her mind was already made up. I wanted to scream at her and kick them both out of the house, but the situation had paralyzed me. I was shocked into silence.

“That’s what I thought. Ry, would you like to see our master bedroom?” she said to him while looking at me.

“Sounds great, Annie. I’d love to show your husband what he wants to see,” he replied, laughing a bit.

As the stood from the table, Annie took Ryan’s hand and lead him to the hallway and up the stairs. I heard the door open, but not close. They had left if open as an invitation for me. I was terrified at what I would see but I stood up and followed their path to our bedroom. There was still part of my brain that thought maybe this was a joke. Maybe she was teaching me a lesson. But I knew that wasn’t the case. Something was different in her voice and she would not have said those things in front of a stranger if she was not serious.

As I approached the bedroom door, I braced myself mentally. I looked into the dimly lit room and could not believe my eyes. There, right in the middle of our room, was my wife on her knees in front of Ryan. They had positioned themselves so that I could see everything as I walked in the door. They hadn’t waited for me or wasted any time. She was already undoing his pants and reaching inside to pull out his dick. When her hands found their target, I saw her eyes widen and look over at me with a mischievous smile.

In the next moment, she was pulling Ryan’s member out into the open air and what a member it was! I couldn’t believe it. Maybe because it was in real life, but I swear it looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen in the videos I’d watched. It was still growing but already looked to be the size of Annie’s forearm, maybe nine inches long and thick enough that she couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around it.

Without breaking eye contact with me, she put the head in her mouth and ran her tongue over it.

“Mmmm… baby, do you see this thing?! He’s going to split me in two!” she teased.

I felt sick.

I had never seen her like this in all the years I’d know her. She was sucking him like she had never sucked me, like she had something to prove. It was like she did some research by watching the same videos she had been so upset with a few days prior. Annie sucked, slurped, and stroked him as hard and as fast as she could. She could only take a little more than the bulbous head into her mouth. She drooled down the shaft and used two hand to jerk him off.

Effortlessly, Ryan reached down and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around so her back was to him and she was facing me. He reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up off her head. He then unbuttoned her jeans and playfully tossed her on the bed so he could pull them off of her. That left he in just her bra and panties. He was still fully dressed with the exception of that monster cock hanging out of his fly.

“Play with yourself,” Ryan told her.

Without hesitating, she reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself over her panties. As she did so, Ryan began removing the rest of his clothing. With his big dick already exposed, the rest of his body was a moot point. He was tall and muscular, as expected. Now that he was completely nude, he knelt on the bed and crawled towards Annie. In one smooth motion, he grabbed her panties by the waistband and tore them from her body. It was rough and aggressive, but she moaned as though it was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

“Give them to Mark,” she said. “He loves smelling my panties and will be so excited to see how wet I got sucking your cock.”

“Come here, girl. Sit on my face and get back to this cock.” He instructed her, as he laughed and threw her torn panties in my general direction.

Annie was more than willing to comply. She immediately rolled over on top of him and positioned herself so that she was straddling Ryan’s head. She lowered her wet pussy down to his face and gasped as his tongue probed her folds. As she did so, she grabbed his massive cock again and got to work. I hated myself for it, but I was getting aroused watching the scene before me.

I couldn’t help myself. I picked up the panties and put them to my nose, inhaling deeply. This time, her scent was fresh but pungent, as she had soaked through the material. They were beyond damp; they were absolutely soaked. Her sweet, musky scent was intoxicating, leaving me almost light headed.

Watching them, I was awestruck. Annie was usually pretty vanilla in bed with me. But the woman in front of me was the completely uninhibited and out of control. She was sucking Ryan with abandon, trying to get his cock as far down her throat as she could and moaning loudly as he returned the favor by snaking his tongue inside her dripping honeypot.

“Is this what you like to see, Mark? Huh?” she said, pausing from the fellatio for a moment to taunt me.

The noises coming from Annie were both familiar and unfamiliar. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm but the level of intensity was new to me. I knew the floodgates were close to bursting. It looked like she was working extra hard to make Ryan explode in her mouth too.

She seemed like she had something to prove. She wanted him to cum before she did. But it was a failed effort. I witnessed the exact moment as her body tensed up as her orgasm tor through her petite body.

“Oh, fuck!” she called out, grinding her cunt down into Ryan’s face.

Ryan had no intentions of letting her recover or giving her a break. Faster than I even thought possible, he flipped Annie onto her hack and positioned himself between her legs. I supposed this would have been the moment to step in and stop them from taking the final plunge. But I was still frozen and strangely turned on from watching my wife with this man. He looked over at me and laughed, knowing that I wanted this to happen now.

He rubbed the head of his big cock up and down my wife drooling slit. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling Ryan into her. At this point, there was no use hiding that I wanted to see what was happening. I walked to the edge of the bed to get a better look at my wife and Ryan. His cock took up almost all the space between her legs. Even with her legs open, his cock seemed to touch the inside of both her thighs at the same time. It was one thing to see her trying to suck it from across the room, but seeing it about to enter her, I had no idea how she would fit it inside.

Now that his cock was well coated with her saliva and juices, it was time for him to slide in. He struggled to get the head lined up with her tight hole and her eyes went wide as that gigantic head pushed inside her. Suddenly, he popped the head inside and her mouth opened wide like a scream but no sound came out. He paused for a second, letting her get used to the girth of his invader. After a moment, he began thrusting very slowly and deliberately. His goal was to push more and more of himself inside her without going to fast.

For the first time tonight, Annie was completely still. She was staring down at Ryan’s cock, which was now halfway inside her. She was breathing heavily and trying to relax as he pushed another three inches or so inside her. She now had more cock inside her than she ever had before and there was still a good three inches to go.

“Fuck!” She yelped, as a sudden, unexpected orgasm ripped through her. Her legs shook and her toes curled. I felt shame as I had never caused a reaction like that with my six-inch dick.

“Babe, you got to pace yourself. We haven't even gotten started yet!” Ryan said to Annie, laughing.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Fuck me!” she moaned in response.

He needed no more instruction. Ryan grabbed her by the hips and slammed the rest of his cock into her. She screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pounded her in the missionary position. I could only hear the sounds of him plunging into her wetness and the noise of their bodies slapping together. She nearly disappeared beneath his large frame as he fucked her like no man had ever done before. She seemed to be in a near constant state of orgasm, screaming, moaning, and swearing like she never had with me.

Slowly, Ryan pulled out of Annie and gave her a little slap on the ass from the side.

“On your knees, slut,” he commanded.

She followed he order and got ready to be fucked doggy style. I had tried several times over the years to get her in this position but she said it was degrading and embarrassing so she always refused. There was no second thought this time. She was only interested in doing whatever would get that cock into her again. Now that she had taken him to the hilt, he took no precaution entering her from behind. In one smooth stroke, his well-lubricated dick was buried in my wife’s wet pussy.

Again, she moaned and groaned as he took her from behind. He was toying with her at this point, changing up the speed and depth of his strokes to drive her insane. She reached between her legs to rub her clit as he fucked her. This new sensation caused another moan from Annie. Noticing what she was doing, he grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her head back.

“Who said you could play with your pussy?” he asked her.

“N-no one,” she replied meekly.

“That’s fucking right. This dick is all you need,” he growled.

With that, he slammed himself into her violently over and over. I could see he pussy stretched around his thick shaft. It looked like he was turning it inside out. She was groaning again and it sounded like another orgasm was approaching for her.

As her climax hit, Ryan grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her back to him, burying himself to the hilt. He timed it perfectly and she absolutely exploded. It looked like she was having a seizure, she came so hard.

Seemingly having had enough of doing all the work, Ryan pulled out again and laid down on his back. He slapped his thighs in an obvious signal for her to get on top. As she did so, I barely recognized her. Annie’s face was flush, her hair was a mess, she was covered in a thin coat of sweat, and she looked worn out. She also looked like she still had something to prove and looked me right in the eye as she grabbed Ryan’s slick cock and lined up her now-loosened hole.

She wasn’t careful at all and dropped all her weight onto Ryan, impaling herself with his rock hard shaft. The moaning was nearly constant. In between moans, she was swearing and gasping as she rode him as hard as she could. Annie bounced up and down his entire length, taking him from just below the head to the root with every stroke.

“You going to cum soon, baby?” she said down to her new lover.

“Please, bitch, you couldn’t make me cum,” Ryan taunted her.

That seemed to hit a nerve and suddenly it was her turn to change up her strokes. She was alternating between grinding back and forth, gyrating in circles, and riding up and down. Even the riding was like nothing she had never done to me before. It was long strokes followed by a series of short, quick strokes or just sprints of riding as hard as she possible could in an attempt to bring him to orgasm.

“You want to cum inside me? You want to blow that load in my pussy? Huh?” She was talking dirty to push him over the edge.

Standing behind them, I saw that his cock was absolutely covered in her creamy juices. It was like a thick coating of her accumulated cum. His shaft was glistening. I had never known a woman could produce that much fluid, but this probably happened every time he entered a vagina. I took another deep sniff of the panties, not having to imagine what those juices would smell like.

Her hard work was paying off. I could see that he was breathing a little heavier and closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to let her make him cum but she wasn’t giving him a choice. In one smooth motion, he rolled them over, keeping his cock inside her. Now on top, he gave her a few quick thrusts.

“That’s it stud, cum in me!” she yelled.

I couldn't believe my wife was begging another man to cum inside her right in front of me. I’m sure he would have liked cumming inside her but he wanted to do something else more. Without warning, he pulled out maneuvered so that he was straddling her stomach. He was stroking his cock, pointing it straight at her pretty little face. Suddenly, he groaned and began shooting his load all over her face. Rope after rope coated her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. I didn’t know a man could cum so much. The last few drops dribbled out onto her tits and he dismounted her and got off the bed.

She was laying there basking in post-orgasmic glow and completely exhausted. Knowing that he had played his role, Ryan was already getting dressed. I barely even noticed him anymore; I was just staring at my cum-covered wife.

At some point, he finished dressing and slipped out the front door. My dick was hard as a rock and approached Annie stroking it, ready to make a deposit in her well-used pussy.

“No, no, honey. You made your choice. You can sit there and play with your cock until you cum on your tummy like you were trying to do on Sunday. I’m going to continue bringing big-dicked studs in here to fuck me senseless like Ryan just did. You can watch. I’ll get fucked. That’s the new deal,” she said.

I wanted to argue but instead, I just sat on the edge of the bed and jerked off like she said to. Within seconds, I was spraying cum all over my stomach as I watched her wipe Ryan’s cum from her face and feed it to herself.

After cumming, I realized what had just happened. My life would never be the same. Annie got her revenge and will continue punishing me because she knows I’ll never leave her.

That was weeks ago. We still haven't fucked since that Sunday afternoon. She has yet to bring home another man like Ryan, but on those nights that she comes home a bit late with vague excuses, I know what she’s been up to. She often lets me eat her out and sometimes I swear she’s just been fucked but she denies it. She makes me jerk off in front of her after she orgasms. As crazy as it sounds, I think our sex life is better now than it was before. Maybe someday, she’ll let me fuck her again.