I felt chills all over my body, and I stood there frozen. This was my worst nightmare, yet I knew the day would come.

Like most men, I watch porn when I am alone. The judgment-free zone is liberating, and I often found myself diving down a deep hole of the porn that caught my attention on that particular night. Lately, I have been very into hotwife porn and wives flashing in public. A lot of what I found had captions on the image, telling a story of the photo before me. My mind would wander, replacing the woman in the image with my wife, Mindy.

At first, I thought I was weird; maybe something was wrong with me, but thinking of her teasing or even being with another man would undeniably turn me on. I didn’t have to hide the fact that I could feel my cock harden more when certain scenarios came up in my searches.

The issue was that my wife was not into porn at all. I knew that she would freak out if she knew what I was watching, yet, in the back of my head, I knew that the day would come. I tried to be mindful and delete my history, closing everything, but there were times when I would open my laptop and my previous search would still be up.

That's exactly where I found myself that fateful day. I had cleaned up after I had enjoyed myself and left the laptop open to a bunch of captioned porn. The screen had gone dark, so I had no idea it was up when my wife got home from work. A few hours later, I walked by the office to find her scrolling, staring at the screen intently. I played it cool as I got closer, confident I had closed and deleted anything that might give me away.

Her confused and disappointed look shot my heart up to my throat. ‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself as I could feel my body tense.

“What the fuck is all of this?” she asked. There was anger in her voice, but there was more to it.

She turned the screen to show me an image of a woman, cropped out to show just her lower half. She was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed Indian-style and her sheer panties showing up under her skirt. The caption read, ‘Your wife knew she was wearing sheer panties, and she knew exactly what she was doing when she subtly opened her legs for your guests to see.’

I was awkwardly turned on seeing my wife watching these images, but my heart stood still, as did I, unsure what to do or say.

She clicked back, displaying a gif of a woman wearing a short white dress that hung loose at the bottom. She was reaching over the sink in the kitchen as a plumber worked under her, catching the perfect view up her dress as she pretended to adjust it. The caption read, ‘You dared her to do it.’

Again, she clicked the back arrow, no captions this time, just a gif of a man and woman on a couch. The man is in his boxers as he reaches around to remove the woman’s bra. There is a second guy sitting in front of them, watching her being undressed before him.

I could only stutter as I processed what was happening as she clicked back a few times, passing through a few non-captioned images of women flashing up their skirts or down their blouses in different public settings. She stopped clicking as the screen settled on a close-up of a woman guiding a big cock out of her pussy before it shows the man's cum leaking out of her. The caption read, ‘He didn’t REALLY fuck me, baby! I only let him put the tip in, and then I just kind of stroked him off for a while…’

She turned in the chair to face me, her arms crossed over her chest, “Is this what you want?” I could sense the anger in her voice, but there was something different, “You want me to cheat on you?”

This was not the right time to feel my cock twitching. Hearing her say that turned me on and scared the heck out of me at the same time. The emotions running through me were conflicting, and I knew I had to say something.

“It’s not like that,” I managed, “It’s just,” I hesitated.

“It definitely looks like that,” she interrupted as she clicked on another tab, flipping through several images and gifs of a man watching closely as another man fucks a woman in front of him. A few were a woman being taken by two men, as well as gifs of a woman taking turns sucking two cocks.

“I can see how you can think that and why you are mad,” I said nervously as I watched my wife staring at me in confusion as a hot blonde rides a big cock while stroking another on the screen right behind my wife.

“I am mad because you hide this from me,” she said angrily. “I don’t care what you look at, but I don’t want you hiding things from me.”

“I uh,” I was in shock, yet I understood her logic, “but it’s weird stuff,” I admitted. “It’s not like I want you thinking of me like that. Like I want you doing that,” I said, looking over at the screen. She looked back, watching the woman stroking a big cock while riding another.

She looked back at me smiling and glanced down towards my crotch. “Are you sure you don’t want me jerking off one of your friends while I fuck you?” she giggled.

My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe I just heard her say that.

“I don’t want you thinking that your kink is weird,” she said sincerely, “but a hand job is not cheating,” she teased me.

Her messing with me was kind of hot, but it also eased the tension I felt. I smiled, but I was still unsure what to say.

“I don’t want you thinking something is wrong with you, and I definitely don't want you hiding it from me and maybe going out to find excitement like this with someone else,” her response sounding incredibly sincere.

“I would never,” I shot back.

She looked down at my groin and then back at me. “I believe you,” she smiled. “I need to process all this.” She looked over at the screen, her eyes lingering at the large cock sliding in and out of the woman as she looked into the other man's eyes. “But maybe tonight we can open some wine, and you can explain this to me?”

My heart was racing for so many reasons as I myself was processing what just happened.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I managed.

“Good,” she said, playfully patting my bulge and getting up. I noticed her nipples were hard as they pressed against her bra. I watched dumbfounded as she walked towards our room to change out of her work clothes.

We went about our night like nothing had happened. It was awkward for me, but I feel like I was creating that scenario in my head.

Mindy’s pajamas are mostly sexy. She only wears them around me, so it's not strange for her to not wear a bra or wear the shorter ones that flash her thong when she’s sitting a certain way, but watching her dry her hair from her shower with her nipples pushing against the soft fabric was quite the view for me. Her tits bouncing freely as she dried her hair, getting ready for bed, or so I thought.

“Grab a bottle and meet me at the office,” she said, walking past me with a grin from ear to ear.

I got the bottle and two glasses. After opening the bottle, I walked nervously and found her sitting with her legs up on the couch in the office. It was strange, considering what had taken place at the desk in this very room just a few hours ago. She patted the couch, and I poured two glasses. “Grab the laptop,” she suggested as she took her glass.

She opened it up on her lap and pulled up the history, going right back to the site I often used. It showed things others had posted, so I never knew what was coming up, but the people I followed had a similar theme. Some would be more intense than I would like, and others maybe pushed my boundaries a bit and taught me that I was into more things than I originally expected.

“OK,” she said, taking in a deep breath, “I need you to be completely honest with me,” she said, looking into my soul, “and I promise to be completely honest with you.”

I found that last part to be interesting as I agreed with a simple nod. The images on the laptop quickly pulled up hot wife captioned porn as she started scrolling aimlessly.

“Are you happy with me?” she asked, and it felt like a blow to my chest. “Like, I just want to know that you aren’t trying to leave me for someone that might be into swinging or that you aren’t into this because you want to be with other women.” Her tone was so serious, and I felt so bad for making her even think those things.

“No,” I quickly assured her, “It has nothing to do with that,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “I love you, and I think you are perfect. It's just,” I paused, having to really think about why I was into this kind of porn. “The girls in these sites just look so sexy, like they crave sex, and they get off on showing their hot bodies. Well, I find that to be a big turn-on for some reason. Like, you. You have such a beautiful body,” I explained. She was smiling as she pivoted towards me, “Your tits are perfect, and your nipples just have the right size, shape, color, and all.”

“Thank you,” she blushed, “This is a good start, by the way,” she giggled.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit at ease as I opened up to her.

“It’s not just that,” I grinned. “You have the hottest fucking pussy, babe.”

I had her, and I knew it, so I pushed on, “So, well, like, the idea of you teasing and maybe showing it off kinda does it for me, in a weird way.”

“It’s not weird,” she exclaimed, noticing my embarrassment as I admitted that to her.

She took in a deep breath. “OK, so I don’t totally hate what I saw earlier today,” her smile wicked as I looked up at her excitedly. “Honestly, I got kind of horny from reading some of those, and well,” she paused, “I just needed time to dissect it all, you know?”

I eagerly nodded as she scrolled and stopped on a gif of a woman taking a big cock doggy style as she stared at the camera. The caption read, ‘Your wife can only look in shock as your best friend enters her unprotected in front of you. And you won't do anything to stop it.

“So you picture watching me get fucked by Mike with no condom?” she questioned.

“I don’t picture that,” I lied, “It’s random stuff people post here, so you never know what’s going to come up,” I reasoned. I noticed the red heart, showing that I had liked the post, and I hoped she wouldn't notice.

“Shame,” she teased, zooming into the gif of the man's cock, “Mike seems like he has a good dick,” she giggled, innocently covering up her mouth, “I am totally kidding.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s ok. I think it’s kind of sexy to hear you talk openly about that. Even if you are referring to Mike's dick,” I assured her. “It feels weird to go through these with you, but I think it’s cool of you to not have gotten mad over it. I know it’s not the most normal of kinks.”

She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. Her hand resting on my thigh as she looked me in the eye, “You know there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy, babe,” she smiled, “within reason,” she clarified.

I couldn't help but fall more in love with her in that moment. This was such a dark secret for me for so many years, and she was here next to me, flipping through this site, trying to learn more and understand it. I guess we were both trying to understand it. I had never really had to explain myself. I would just get turned on by it and keep scrolling until I finished.

She paused at the next gif. A woman was on top of a very hung Black man, and he was rocking her up and down slowly as she took his outrageously long cock. I had seen it before, and it even had a red heart from me liking it in the past, but it was new to her. She stared and finally said, “Except that. There is no way I can even if I wanted to,” she laughed.

It was hard to disagree, and I laughed alongside her as she kept the image up. “The contrast in skin looks so hot,” she admitted, her face so flushed as she looked at me to gauge my reaction.

She laughed because I must have had the stupidest look on my face as I simply enjoyed the situation. “It looks like you liked it before,” she pointed out.

‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with her flipping around my likes. It might have been too much for her, and I didn't want to ruin the good thing we had going so far.

“Yeah, I mean, I agree with you. The skin tones make it look so hot. Also, how she actually manages to take that thing,” I said, unsure where to go from there.

Her next question hit me hard, as I guess I never imagined something actually happening. At least not the way she phrased it. “So if you were in the room, and this random guy pulled something like that out, you would really be into me, like, really taking it, or trying to at least.” She looked at me, waiting for a response that didn't come. “Like, think about it, I would be naked and on top of him. Your wife, guiding that huge thing inside me and genuinely struggling to fit it. It would be so slow and intimate as I actually get used to his size. No condom as you watch it slowly slip deeper and deeper into my pussy. Is that something that really gets you off?”

Her breathing was slightly labored as she asked me. I started to get flush myself, and I could feel how hard I got listening to her. It sounded like she was contemplating it.

‘No. Fuck. Don’t do that,’ I thought to myself as Mindy’s hand slid over my thigh, over my bulge, and her hand wrapped around my erection, causing it to press against the shorts.

“Ohh,” was all she said as she held it in her grip. I was so embarrassingly hard on all this and mostly at a loss for words.

“We can keep going,” she said, sliding her hand up towards the elastic and sliding it into my shorts. She looked at me again, shocked at how hard I was. I don't think she had ever really felt me that hard, that big, that aroused.

"No," I practically begged as I watched her click into the list of my likes. She looked at me confused and then realized I felt vulnerable letting her into this much information about me.

Her grip tightened as she started to stroke me, "It's ok babe, really. Don't feel guilty; I am enjoying this too," she admitted and guided my hand up her thigh and over her sheer thong. It was soaked, and she smiled at me, assuring me she was also enjoying this.

"It's just porn. It's just fantasy," she assured me as my fingers pulled her thong aside and felt her soaking lips. My wife parted her legs for me, and my fingers quickly pressed over her clit, easily sliding two fingers into her pussy without the slightest resistance.

She moaned, staring right into my eyes before looking back at the computer.

"Fuck," she moaned, reading the caption, 'It started as a dare, but all three of you wanted it to happen.’ The woman was looking at the camera, kneeling in front of a cropped-out man, grabbing onto his belt buckle as she started undoing his pants.

She lingered on it and squeezed my cock harder. “That’s kinda hot,” she said softly and kept scrolling.

“That seems pretty innocent,” she smiled, and I felt her pussy tighten. The image showed a woman looking into the camera, parting her low-cut black blouse to show more of her tits, almost to the point of her nipples slipping out. The caption read, ‘More? If I show more, you’ll see my nipples. Honey, are you ok with your buddies seeing your wife’s nipples?’

I can tell she felt me throb in her hand, and I reached up with my free hand and undid three buttons on her PJ blouse, parting it and revealing both of her hard nipples.

“Hot,” I said, smiling at her, feeling a deep connection.

She moaned softly and leaned in, whispering, “Baby, Mason saw you doing that, and I see him staring at my nipples. I think he is hard,” she smiled and kissed me. “Did I do it right?” she smiled and laughed when I purposely flexed my cock in her hand. It was all the assurance she needed.

The next image was a woman in a white dress, no panties, dancing on top of a stage with her pussy in full view. The caption read, ‘She knows the club has a photographer, so she goes out without panties.’

“I can try and do this for you, baby,” she said, thrusting her hips into my hand, “If I took my thong off, I would have to be careful in these PJ shorts. Your friends might catch a glimpse of your wife’s pussy.”

It was my turn to thrust into her hand as she stroked, “Fuck babe, I think that would be so hot.”

I thought I ruined the moment, as she stopped stroking me. She stood up and slipped her shorts off. Her sheer thong had a soaking wet spot over her crotch, and she let it fall to the floor. She was so excited as she put the shorts back on and expertly removed her bra under her blouse, and buttoned it up less than she was before.

“How’s this outfit next time Mason comes over?” she asked. Her nipples pushed against the fabric with so much cleavage showing. She shifted, letting her nipple come into view.

“It’s way too slutty, baby. He would be rock hard, and I wouldn't blame him if he didn't try hiding it from you,” I admitted.

She smiled, “Hmm. I might feel bad and have to take care of him,” she giggled as she sat down. Her pussy was fully exposed as the shorts opened up around her thighs. I caressed her inner thigh before feeling her up and slipping a finger back inside her.

She moaned and reached for my shorts. “Hey Mason,” she winked at me, “Did you hide the remote in there?” Her hand gripped my cock, and she started stroking fast. “Ohh wow, this is so not a remote, Mason.” Her pace quickened. “I mean, I guess since I am already here, you might as well finish.”

“Fuck,” I grunted, “This feels so good, but what about Ryan?” I played along.

She looked around the house, as if to look for me, “He is probably sleeping already,” she smiled, “Plus, it’s not like this is,” she moaned as I felt her tighten, “It’s not like this is cheating,” she finished as I felt her start to cum. Her breathing was heavy as her pussy contracted.

I never expected her to be so into this; it was my kink, my fantasies, but yet here she was, finishing quicker than most times we were together. She typically needs a little time to recover, which I had always found amusing, so she got down on her knees in front of me and held my shorts. “I want to see it,” she giggled and looked behind her to make sure the coast was clear.

She even gasped when she saw my erection, the same cock she has seen for years, but this felt different. The role play was doing it for both of us as she grabbed me, stroking and admiring my cock.

“You look so hot there, babe,” I grunted.

She playfully slapped my thighs. “Only my husband can call me that,” she whispered. With her free hand, she undid her blouse, letting her tits slip free.

“Be quick; I can’t get caught with your cock in my hand,” she laughed, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the bottom, just under the head.

“Hmm, you smell good,” she winked. Again, she looked behind her and then up at me. “Shh,” she smiled, lowering her lips over the tip of my cock. She moaned as she let me slide into her mouth. The warmth was familiar. I knew all her moves, but somehow, this was different, and she seemed so much more into it too.

I started to throb, and she would moan each time I did.

“Fuck, you seem close,” she said knowingly.

“You can’t cum in my mouth; he will know,” she reasoned. “Get up,” she said, pulling my shorts.

She stroked me as I stood before her, as hard as I have ever been, and then she replicated what we saw in a meme, tugging her shorts and thong down, exposing her pussy as she stroked me right onto her panties. My head teasing and touching her clit as I neared orgasm.

“Fuck, Mindy,” I moaned as I started to cum into my wife’s panties as she held her shorts down for me.

She turned back again to ensure no one was coming. She bit her lip as she watched me fill up her thong. “Ohh, fuck, this is hot.”

I couldn’t believe how in character she was as she pulled my cock onto her pussy, thrusting forward as I did my best not to collapse right here.

I felt her lips wrap around my cock, as they had so many times, but this was very different. She giggled, pulling back and letting her soaking thong back over her pussy.

She leaned in to kiss me. “I liked that, a lot,” she smiled, “and if you can keep this between us, there will be more of this from me.”

I was so turned on and so ready to crash. It was all so overwhelming. “I, uh, can’t believe what just happened. This has been a huge fantasy of mine for so long. This was all so hot,” I said as I got dressed.

“I don’t mind roleplaying this for you. We may have to talk more if you really want me to go further, and I honestly don't know that I can, but I did enjoy this,” she admitted. “I was also kind of turned on by the posts you liked of the girls kind of showing off or flashing like it was accidental. That seems, uh, kinky,” she whispered.

She couldn’t help but laugh, gauging my reaction as my mouth nearly hit the floor in awe. I guess you really don’t know someone until you push their limits. I guess I had this hidden for so long that she wouldn’t ever guess that I had this in me either.

I felt strangely bonded to her after this role play. I no longer had to hide this from her, and I felt free. I mean, she was so into it, she might even push me into things I never dreamt of.

We had a lot to explore together, and this was such a perfect start.