The drive home from Marcus’s house was quiet. Joanna’s hand rested possessively on my thigh the entire way home. She looked beautifully exhausted from her long night with Marcus. Her eyes were heavy, skin glowing, and body relaxed in a way I never seen before. Every so often, she would let out a soft, contented sigh and shift in her seat. Joanna was clearly still feeling the effects of everything Marcus had done to her.

She really didn’t have any energy left for conversation. When I asked how she was feeling, she just simply smiled and replied, “I’m just feeling kind of sore, baby. He really wore me out.” There was no attempt to hide it or no guilt showing in her voice. Only honest and blissful exhaustion.

When we finally got home, she didn’t offer me any affection or intimacy. She existed in the warm afterglow of another man. Not really giving anything else a second thought.

The rest of the day passed as if I didn’t exist. She spent most of the day just lounging on the couch. She seemed drained but deeply happy, still beaming from the night before. When I tried to initiate something later that afternoon, she gently pushed my hand away with a tired smile. “Not today, honey. I don’t think I have anything left after Marcus.”

Her words hit me hard, but they also sent a twisted thrill through me. Was it because she was truly too exhausted? Or was it because I was unable to provide her with the same satisfaction she experienced last night? While she rested, I had plenty of time to reflect. Replaying the sounds, the sight of his thick cock stretching her, and how eagerly she had given herself to him. My dick stayed semi-hard most of the day as my emotions swirled inside me.

That evening, Joanna went to bed unusually early. She kissed me softly on the forehead and whispered, “Thank you for being so understanding last night.” Then she walked upstairs and was asleep within minutes.

I stayed up for hours downstairs, alone in the dark, thinking about every moment from the night before. The mix of humiliation, jealousy, and intense arousal kept me wide awake. By the time I finally went upstairs, Joanna was peacefully sleeping. Obviously satisfied by another man.

The next morning, her attitude changed. We were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee when her phone lit up with a text from Marcus. Instead of hiding the screen like she did in the past, Joanna smiled openly and read it right in front of me.

“He’s already thinking about me,” she said casually, biting her lip. “Said he can still taste me on his tongue.”

I swallowed hard, my dick twitching noticeably in my pants. Joanna’s eyes dropped to my lap, and a wicked little smile spread across her face.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked softly, her voice sweet but laced with a sense of authority. She reached over and gently placed her hand on my crotch, feeling my small erection through my pants.

“Mmm. You really do like it,” she teased, gently rubbing me. “Look how hard you’re getting from just hearing about Marcus.”

She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement and affection. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hide Marcus from you anymore. I’m going to be completely honest with you about everything from now on. I can’t stop seeing him. I’ve tried fighting it, but I need him too much.”

She kept slowly rubbing my cock through my pants as she continued, her voice low and intimate.

“He fucks me so good, honey. He does things to me in ways you couldn’t even imagine. When he’s inside, it feels so incredible. He makes me cum so hard that my legs start to shake, and I can’t even speak. I lost count of how many times I came last night.”

The combination of her words and the filthy details took me over the edge. Before I could even stop it, I came hard in my pants.

Joanna felt it happen. Her eyes widened slightly, then a bright, excited smile spread across her face.

“Oh, poor baby. You just came, didn’t you?” She kept her hand there, gently pressing against the wet spot on my pants. “Aww… that’s so cute, baby. I love that you can’t help but get this turned on when I talk about him.”

Deep down, I could sense something else behind her look. A quiet amusement, almost like she found it a little pathetic that I had cum so easily listening to her talking about another man fucking her. She didn’t say it out loud, but I had a feeling by the way she was looking at me.

She kissed me tenderly on the lips, then whispered. “This is going to be really good for us. You’ll see.”

Over the following days, Joanna was completely open with her relationship with Marcus. They were texting and talking nonstop, even while sitting right next to me on the couch. She would often read parts of his messages out loud. She was especially excited when Marcus suggested they go out this Friday night. Her eyes lit up as she told me, “Marcus wants to take me out Friday. Just the two of us.” She couldn’t hide how happy she was at the idea of seeing him again. Her voice was cheerful, her cheeks flushed, and she kept talking about what she might wear, clearly looking forward to spending another night with Marcus.

When Friday finally came, Joanna spent a long time getting ready. She dressed much sluttier than usual. A tight, short black dress that hugged her curves, deep cleavage, and a hem that barely covered her thighs. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“We’re probably just going out for a few drinks,” she said casually. “I don’t know what time I’ll be home, so don’t wait up, okay, baby. Bye!” She smiled and then left.

They started with drinks at an upscale restaurant. The conversation between them flowed so naturally. They laughed, teased each other, and connected on the deepest level of intimacy. Marcus made her feel desired, alive, and truly seen. At one point, he looked into her eyes and told her it felt like they were made for each other. Joanna’s heart was moving at a fast pace. She couldn’t find any reason to disagree.

After drinks, Marcus suggested that they find somewhere to go dancing. When they arrived, they quickly found the dance floor. They started slowly at first, but their bodies quickly pressed together tightly. Marcus’s strong hands roamed over her curves, gripping her hips and pulling her ass firmly against his hard bulge. He pushed his dick against her slowly and deliberately, letting her feel every inch through her thin dress as they moved. Joanna had her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, softly moaning into his ear every time he rolled his hips into her.

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, and whispered hotly, “Your husband can’t handle a woman like you. That little dick of his could never be enough for you. Don’t you feel how hard I am right now? You don’t have to settle for your hubby ever again.”

Joanna shivered with arousal as he continued grinding on his massive hard-on. Their eyes locked with intense passion. His stare flipped a switch inside her. It started to feel like more than just lust. She wasn’t entirely sure what these new feelings were yet, but the excitement was far too strong to walk away from.

Joanna was so lost and fixated on Marcus that she lost complete track of time. The night was flying past so fast. Joanna murmured to Marcus, “It’s getting late, I should probably head home soon.”

Marcus wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. He gave her a deep, passionate kiss and then slid his hand between her thighs right in the middle of the dance floor. “Don’t lie to yourself, I know you would rather come home with me.” It didn’t take too much convincing. Joanna gave him another kiss before agreeing to go back to his place.

A little after arriving, Joanna noticed her phone buzzing nonstop with my missed calls and texts. Marcus glanced at the screen and smirked.

“Damn, your husband won’t stop blowing up your phone,” he chuckled. “He’s so desperate to know what you’re doing. Since he’s so eager… maybe he should really see how a woman should get fucked.” Joanna hesitated, breathing hard. “You want him to watch?”

Marcus grinned. “Yeah. Let him watch how a real man should take care of his wife. Why don’t you call him on video right now?"

Joanna’s cheeks flushed, but the idea seemed to turn her on. “Okay. I’ll call him.”

My phone started to ring with a video call, and I answered it. Joanna was there, sitting on the bed with Marcus. “Hey, honey… Marcus and I had an idea. Remember the other day when you got off… When I was talking about Marcus? Well… we thought you might enjoy seeing it for real.”

Without even giving me a chance to respond, Joanna positioned the phone on the nightstand so the camera faced the bed. She then got undressed and went over to the bed, lying on her back. She spread her legs wide, waiting for Marcus to approach her. Marcus didn’t hesitate to slide between her thighs. He began rubbing his thick black cock against her already soaked pussy.

Marcus looked straight into the camera and spoke in his deep, confident voice. “Yo, you still there, right? Of course you are. Tonight you’re gonna sit there and learn something.”

He turned to Joanna and said. “You think it’s best for you to be here with me instead?” Joanna nodded. “Yes, Marcus, I need this.”

Marcus smirked at the camera. “See that cuck? Your wife knows she can’t get what she needs from you anymore. You’re lucky you have me here to truly fulfil your wife’s needs. You can’t compare to me, and tonight you’re finally gonna understand that.”

He continued moving the head of his cock up and down her slit, making Joanna moan.

Marcus pressed again. “Tell him the truth, baby. Tell your husband how much better I fuck you.”

Joanna hesitated at first, glancing at the camera with a mix of guilt and arousal. Marcus gave her a firm thrust, pushing just the head inside her. “Say it,” he commanded softly.

Joanna moaned, eyes fluttering. “Fuuuuck! He fucks me so much better, baby,” she gasped, voice shaky. “He’s stretching me so wide. I can feel every inch of him. I never felt this full before.”

Marcus started fucking her harder, his heavy balls slapping in rhythm against her, Joanna’s tits bouncing with every powerful stroke.

“Tell him more,” Marcus growled, pounding even deeper. Any resistance Joanna previously had faded as the overwhelming pleasure took over. “He’s hitting places you’ve never reached. Your little dick could never make me feel this way. I’m so completely addicted to the way he fucks me.”

Joanna’s moans grew louder and more desperate as they continued. “Yes. Right there. God, I fucking love his big black cock. You own this pussy now. I don’t think I can ever go back to anything smaller. Anything less.”

I watched her have the most incredible orgasm on his hard cock, her whole body shaking violently while she kept her eyes locked on the camera.

After Marcus finally filled her, they stayed locked together, passionately kissing. The tenderness between them was undeniable.

Joanna finally looked breathlessly at the screen.

“I’m staying the night at Marcus’s, baby,” she said softly. “I feel too good to leave right now. I hope you’re not mad? I didn’t know how to respond, still shocked and horny from what I just witnessed.

She paused, her voice softening. “I still love you. But I need this time with Marcus. Please understand.”

Marcus rolled over and kissed her neck gently as she finished speaking. “I know you liked watching. We don’t have to talk about this now. Goodnight.” She blew me a little kiss, then ended the call.

I lay in our empty bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moan, every moment, and every word in my head. For the first time, a real fear settled deep in my chest.

Was I starting to lose my wife?