The drink was getting to me, and I knew I needed to leave soon before I became too drunk. I paid for my tab, grabbed my phone, and headed towards the door of that little bar. Halfway to the door, the drink hit me, and wow, I was officially drunk.

Walking outside, I knew driving was no longer an option. I stumbled down the street to the old run-down motel and asked for a room for the night. I got my room key and tried to find my way without looking too dumb. Upon entering my room, I knew why this was just a run-down old motel. It was fine though, because I just needed to sleep it off and face my wife.

I woke up to some light shining through the heavy dark curtains. Wow, I thought to myself, I swear I just lay down. My head hurt a little, and I wondered what time it was. Looking around, I saw the little clock, and it read 8:17 am. Damn, I need to get home and face my wife and my choices. I got up and found the bathroom. I took my morning leak and washed my hands. Splashed some water on my face and took a few moments reflecting on how I got here.

I walked back to the bar and found my car, ready for the drive home.

Once home, I parked the car and headed for the door. Before I could reach it, the front door swung open, and there stood my wife wearing that same teddy from yesterday. She had a look on her face that showed she was tired but happy to see me.

She embraced me tightly and asked if I was ok. I told her, “I don't know, but I need coffee,” and we both headed to the kitchen. She told me, “Sit, I'll make the coffee." With coffee in hand, she set a mug in front of me, then sat beside me with hers. "What happened?” was the next thing out of her mouth.

I could barely look at her, but I began to speak. I said, “The sight of you getting fucked was the biggest turn-on of my life, and I came hard all over myself. The clarity hit me, and I was jealous, nauseous, and scared. I bolted and drove to the bar. I thought long and hard, and the next thing I knew I was drunk. I stumbled to that little run-down motel and got a room to sleep it off because I still wasn't ready to face you. I needed to understand what yesterday was all about. I needed to get my head right with everything that happened and how I reacted." She listened to everything I said without saying a word.

I told her, “I was excited and turned on to see Tim's cock stretch her open.  Watching her cum turned me on. The sounds she made excited me beyond words. Then after I came, I couldn't believe what was happening. I did not know what to do or think. We hadn't discussed anything after my confession talk with you just a couple of days ago. Emotions I didn't know existed came crashing down on me, and I lost it. I ran to the bathroom, and neither of you noticed I had left. In the bathroom, I threw up and was lost and excited, confused and tormented. I could still hear you two fucking, not missing me at all. I walked out without thinking, and the next thing I knew I was at the bar asking myself just how I got here."

My wife looked at me and started her confession. She reached out for my hand and said, “I am sorry. I am sorry I hadn't talked with you before making your fantasy reality. I also have a fantasy, and your confession was the key to living it, all while fulfilling yours. I have been flirting with Tim at work for some time now, and I often imagined fucking him. I will never cheat on you, as you are the love of my life, but like you, I have fantasies.”

When I told her of my fantasy to see her fucked by another man, it turned her on that an opportunity to fuck Tim was laid in her lap.

She went to work the next day, and while flirting with Tim, she told him of my fantasy and thought this was the chance they had both been waiting for. "A chance to fuck each other, and it was not cheating," she stated. Tim was excited and agreed without a second thought. So, the plan was laid out then and there for them to fuck and fulfill my fantasy. She had thought it was a good plan. She believed we would both get what we wanted. What she did not think was how I would react. She was thinking with her pussy, not her brain.

Squeezing my hand and asking for my forgiveness. I said to her, "There is nothing to forgive," as she really hadn't done anything wrong other than not telling me about her fantasy or that she was flirting with Tim at work.

She smiled and asked, "Are you ok?"

I said that I believed I was. She smiled and leaned over to kiss me. I kissed her back and told her that she was truly beautiful. She grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet, and said, "We needed to finish what we started yesterday," then led me to the living room, telling me to strip and sit on the couch.

I did as I was told, but thoughts from yesterday started crashing through my mind. Before I knew it, I was naked, hard, and sitting on the couch looking at my beautiful wife. She stripped off her teddy and climbed on my lap. Looking straight into my eyes, she lowered herself directly down on my cock. She was wet, and I met no resistance as her pussy enveloped me. I moaned just as she did.

"Tim fucked me right here on our couch," was what she said, and my cock twitched something fierce. Her eyes never left mine as she told me how good it felt to get fucked by her fantasy. How his cock stretched her and filled her more than she had imagined it would. How hot it was that I was watching her take a cock she had only dreamt of.

I could not believe she was talking to me like that while riding my cock. I was lost in fantasy and reality. I was jealous yet horny and excited. She kept going, riding my cock. I grabbed her tits and sucked her nipples as I squeezed them. She moaned louder, saying, "Yes, suck my tits just like Tim did yesterday." She kept at it, telling me how good he felt and how wet she was from me watching it all.

We were lost on this ride, and somehow, I ended up on my back, her still straddling me. Her tits still in my hands, swaying above me, she said, "I fucked him just like this, and I loved it. He fucked me back."

I was so lost in this moment that I didn't know what to think or do. I just kept on holding those sexy fucking tits of hers and watching her fuck me as she kept telling me things she did with Tim. I was so fucking jealous and excited. She looked me dead in the eyes as she moaned out from our fucking, and her recollection.

She then asked if we could do it again. I was lost and confused, and she just kept riding me while asking, "Can we, can we, can I fuck Tim again?" I couldn't think straight and yelled out "yes" as I came deep in her pussy as I had never. My cock just kept spurting cum, rope after rope, throb after throb. She kept riding until it was obvious I was spent and was going limp, too limp to fuck.

She smiled at me and kissed me, then started saying, "Thank you, thank you, I love you." "I love you," I said as my mind tried to process everything that had just happened.

My wife slowly got up and started walking towards the bedroom and leaving me lying there, hot, sticky, and wet. I was seriously dazed and confused yet happy and satisfied. I heard the shower start, got up, and followed her into the bathroom. I could see her through the glass, and she was leaning up against the wall with her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy with a smile on her face.

She looked up through the steam and said, "Join me." I did, and we showered together, cleaning one another. She kept that smile on her face as our shower ended and we dried each other off. We got dressed, went out to lunch, and did a little shopping.

When we got home, neither of us was hungry for dinner, so we sat and watched some television before bed. Once in bed, she thanked me again for everything. She said, "I love you and goodnight," rolled over to face the opposite wall, and drifted off to sleep.

I lay there contemplating everything and wondering where all this was going to lead. I couldn't help but smile at some thoughts and frown at others. Was watching her fuck another man worth the turmoil, pain, and jealousy? I also thought just how hot it was to see my real-life porn movie play out in front of my eyes. I realized I was hard again at all these thoughts, figured I was going crazy as my hand slipped below the blankets and I slowly started rubbing my erection. It was going to be a long night. I did not cum, I just thought and fantasized while slowly edging. I finally fell asleep around 1 am, I think.

The next few days were normal, except that my wife had this constant smile on her face. I could tell she had something on her mind but never said anything. It was nice to see her smile through the day-to-day activities and conversations, and then Wednesday arrived.

 I was on my way home from work, listening to music and maneuvering through traffic with ease. I arrived home and pulled into the driveway alongside my wife's car. As I got out of the car, I noticed a car sitting in the road in front of our house. It looked familiar, but I wasn't 100% sure why. I entered the house and immediately heard chatter from the living room. I entered the room and saw my wife on the couch and Tim in my chair. They both greeted me with a "hello." I said, “Hello, what’s going on here? My wife got up and kissed me.

She looked at Tim and asked if he wanted another beer. He said "yes," and she grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. She asked, "Are you ok?"

I said, "I think so. What's going on?"

She said, "I wanted to discuss some things with Tim and asked him over."

I said, "What things?" and she reached over and grabbed my crotch and started rubbing me while smiling. She grabbed a beer for Tim and walked back to the living room. I was a bit dumbfounded but followed her after grabbing a beer for myself.

Sitting at the end of the couch, I listened to the conversation for a while and watched my wife fidget some. After a few moments, my wife stood up and started getting undressed right there in front of Tim and me. Once she was naked and we were slack-jawed, she knelt in front of Tim and reached for his belt. She undid it and pulled out his cock.

He was aroused as his cock was hard already, and she opened her mouth and engulfed him in one motion. I was amazed and shocked all at once. I couldn't believe what just transpired in front of me, no less. Her head bobbed up and down, Tim's eyes closed, and his head fell back. She was sucking his dick in front of me again, and he was enjoying it.

She kept sucking his cock as she pulled his pants down and off. Reached up and helped remove his shirt, all while his cock was lodged in her mouth. She had never done that to me before. "Who is this woman, and what happened to my wife?" I thought.

Tim was moaning now as my wife was sucking him well, balls deep. I noticed her hand was rubbing her pussy and the other pinching her nipple. I was getting hard as this gut-wrenching feeling was starting in my stomach. "What the fuck," I thought to myself.

My wife let his cock slip from her lips, and she stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with her. She leaned up and started kissing him. She led him to the couch as she lay down with her head on my lap and spread her legs wide. Tim took the invitation and climbed between her thighs and slid his dick straight into my wife, all while I was sitting there with her head on my lap.

She let out a loud moan and reached up and pulled him into her. He started to fuck her, increasing his tempo over the next few minutes. Soon he was fucking her hard, and my body was shaking in rhythm to their movements. I could not believe this was happening, and yet I was hard as iron. My pants were seriously uncomfortable.

My wife's head on my lap allowed me to see the pleasure she was experiencing. If only she knew the turmoil in my mind and gut, because my dick sure did not. "How can I be so turned on yet jealous and scared all at once?" I thought. I was once again lost and excited.

My wife pushed against his chest, and he pulled back and out of her. She stood up and bent over me. He once again took the hint and entered her sloppy wet pussy from behind and started fucking her again. Between her moans, she told me, "Pull your dick out." Once I did, she reached for it and started sucking my hard cock without missing a beat of Tim fucking her. I was lost in cloud 9. The problem is that the clouds were dark like a thunderstorm approaching.

Confused and excited, hurt and turned on all at the same time, I fucking exploded in her mouth. No warning or nothing, just straight gunshots of sperm in her mouth. I moaned so loud that I think I scared Tim. His eyes met mine quickly, and he grasped my wife's hips tightly, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His thrusts got harsh and deep as he unloaded what had to be an enormous amount of cum into her well-used pussy.

She moaned as loud as she could, with her mouth still wrapped around my dick. Once he was done pumping and his movements stilled, she let my cock out of her mouth. She reached up to the side of my head and pulled me down and sideways. I was now lying flat on my back, and she kissed me. Tongue and all, deep into my mouth. I knew she still had cum in her mouth, as I could taste and feel it.

When she was done kissing me, she pulled off Tim's cock and in one quick move she slid sideways and straddled my head, lowering her pussy directly over my mouth. She started rubbing her pussy over my mouth, moaning, "Eat me, baby. Eat me! Lick my pussy and taste, taste what Tim just did to me."

I was lost and confused, but I'll be damned if I didn't start eating her pussy. It was gapping wide, extremely wet, and creamy. His cum started sliding out of her and into my mouth as I continued to lavish her well-used pussy. My mind started wondering in excitement and confusion about just how I got here.