Dear Natalie, I want to put this down in a letter as we are probably both a little embarrassed as to the events of the last twenty-four hours. Reply honestly when you feel able to.
So, what happened last night? That is very much a rhetorical question as we both know what happened. I wanted to put it in my own words for the reality to actually sink in as it all seems like a bit of a dream.
It started with a trip to the local pub to meet up with my friend Doug, who was in town for the night on business. After a couple of beers, he suggested we invite you to join us. We all had a good laugh and ended up back at ours for a bit of supper to soak up the alcohol. I have always noticed Doug giving you admiring glances and knew he fancied the pants off you, but last night was even more obvious, almost drooling over you at times.
I can’t remember who suggested that he could sleep in our spare room to save him a taxi ride to the hotel but he was very grateful for the offer. All was normal up to that point and as I had an early start the following morning we agreed to retire to bed. We got into bed and I was joking about how much Dougie was drooling over you, and of course you had noticed too.
Maybe your low-cut top had caused the extra attention; I have to say your tits were looking magnificent! I was teasing you by suggesting he was probably wanking himself silly in the other room thinking about you but you dismissed the notion, claiming he only had eyes for his wife.
That’s when things went a bit wild. I think it was because I noticed how excited you became when I was talking about his lust for you, laughing it off as nonsense, but deep down I know you will now agree that it was a turn-on. I don’t know what possessed me to suggest you put him out of his misery and give him a closer look, but I said it! The look on your face was one of total disbelief and confusion that I had said such a thing.
Your dismissal was weak I could tell, as you have always loved attention, so I knew when I dared you to do it you would never refuse. I remember you warning me that I might regret the dare, but I urged you on regardless, even digging out one of your sexy low cut transparent nighties to change into. You looked sexy as hell as you walked towards the door, turning round for a final check that I was sure about, ‘who knows what will happen’.
As you closed the bedroom door I was convinced you were just teasing, making me realise what a crazy idea it was, that you would stand outside for a minute or so and then return to our bedroom laughing and joking. Saying something along the lines of, ‘I had you going then!’ However, when I heard the knock on Dougie’s bedroom door a moment later, it suddenly dawned on me that this was really happening.
The next couple of minutes seemed like an eternity. My mind raced with scenarios, listening out for a noise, any sound to give me a clue what was happening but after hearing the opening and closing of Dougie’s bedroom door, nothing. Granted, our walls are pretty thick, and with both doors closed there was very little chance of a noise. This caused my imagination to work overtime; what did you say when you went in, were you making excuses to get some of your clothes ready for the morning, maybe a cheap excuse of offering to get him a glass of water? All innocent stuff, thinking you would be loving the parade round in front of him wearing your nightie that left nothing to the imagination.
I didn’t check the time when you went in but for the next thirty minutes or so I was left to cling on to any potential sound or movement from the next room. It was dawning on me now that you had literally taken my dare to the next level, but surely you wouldn’t overstep the boundaries and sleep with the guy?
The first noise I did finally hear from Dougie’s room told me all I needed to know. A rhythmic thud, slow and steady, not too loud, but definitely from next door. The headboard on that bed has always been a bit rickety but I never bothered to fix it as it was only used on an odd occasion. However, we have fucked occasionally on that bed and the sounds I was hearing now through the wall were without question the headboard banging against the wall.
Now my mind went into what can only be described as an explosion. Jealousy, fear, intrigue, nausea, my mind was racing. What alarmed me more than anything was my instant erection as I was as turned on as I can ever remember!
I was suddenly imaging what Dougie would be feeling and seeing at this moment. Your tight wet pussy that would be gripping his cock, your big firm tits bouncing as he fucked you, your fingers rubbing your clit as he fucks you. My god I was horny! I wondered how big his cock was, you have always had a fascination for huge ones, hoping he was big enough to surprise you.
Was he on top, were you riding him or was he fucking you from behind? Was he bareback or did he have a condom? Had you sucked his cock, had he licked your pussy to orgasm? Would he cum inside you, on you, in your mouth? So many questions were running through my brain and my cock was the hardest it had ever been.
The thud from the headboard didn’t let up. I wasn’t timing anything but a good fifteen minutes went by, the rhythm changing slightly over that time but constant. He was obviously giving you a good fucking and I was surprised he was lasting so long considering how tight and inviting your pussy is.
Gradually the tempo was increasing and the thud was getting louder. That’s when I heard another noise. Even through our thick walls I heard the unmistakeable sound of you in full-on orgasm mode. Full-on cries of pleasure; they must have been loud for them to travel through the walls. I felt sick at that point, but also incredibly turned on. The thud was getting louder and quicker and I just knew Dougie would be approaching his own orgasm, your screams got louder and I could imagine him fucking you hard and fast as he reached orgasm and shot his load.
Silence. It was obviously over. Was your pussy full of his seed or did he pull out, unsure of your birth control? In my mind I was hoping he had pulled out and sprayed your sexy body with a huge load, knowing how much that turns you on. It's amazing what tricks the imagination plays when there is no way of actually knowing what is happening.
I had made a mental note to slide my finger into your pussy when you came back to bed to check for sticky cum. I didn’t imagine I would have to wait long as I heard Dougie’s bedroom door open a couple of minutes later. With no sign of you appearing through our door I assumed you were cleaning up in the bathroom before returning to me but when I heard the door to Dougie’s bedroom close again I realised you were going back to him.
What could I do? I desperately wanted you back with me but I had issued the dare and now I must suffer the consequences. My cock was still hard and desperate for an orgasm of its own, so realising you wouldn’t be coming back for some time to relieve me, I wanked my cock, re-living all that had happened over the last hour. I came just as I got to the bit where the headboard was banging hard and fast, Dougie shooting his load in or on your sexy body.
I must have drifted off asleep for a time, but awoke to the now familiar sound of the thud from the headboard. I did feel a little dejected that you hadn’t come back to our bed but I made the dare and you were obviously both enjoying one another. I fell back asleep with the headboard still banging, not to wake until the sound of my alarm clock at 6am the following morning.
I was pleased to find you back in bed, although dead to the world, dressed in your usual bedroom attire of vest and pants. No sign of your sexy nightie from last night and I imagined it strewn across the floor in Dougie’s room. I quickly showered, ate a light breakfast and left for my meeting.
My drive was a strange one, my mind going over the events of last night, wondering where things go from here. You have just fucked another guy in our house, I suppose with my blessing, as I made the stupid dare in the first place. I also had a nagging thought in my head that this morning you would have all the opportunity in the world to fuck some more.
Correct me if I am wrong, but please be honest with me, did you fuck again? For this type of thing to work and be acceptable in our relationship I need full transparency, however difficult that may be. Hence why I am writing a letter, I feel it may be easier to relay the detail without the awkwardness of a face to face conversation. I am sure in time we will have the conversation, but this may help relieve any anxieties I may have over the ‘not knowing’.
And so, my darling, sexy wife, please tell me all I need to know. I need all the intimate details, leave nothing out. Please don’t feel bad if you have to tell me you had an amazing time and he had a cock twice the size of mine, etc. You will know from this letter that I could hear your orgasmic screams so I take it as read you had a great time.
Did you fuck again this morning? How many times? What positions? How many times did you orgasm? Did you suck his cock? Did he cum in your mouth? Did he fuck your ass? So many questions and more! I just need a step by step run down as to what happened to fill in all the blanks in my mixed-up brain.
Just be honest, please. I love you so much and I know we can work through this if we stay honest with each other
All my love
M
