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I met my Wife, Emma, about 15 years ago. She was this skinny little receptionist at my first job out of school. Her brown hair was long and straight and her skin was pale and she’d do everything efficient to avoid eye contact when she spoke to someone; she was like a shy puppy.

I was drawn to her and we got close over a few months and eventually started seeing each other. Emma explained to me that she’d grown up in a religious fundamentalist household and had escaped only about 6 months before we’d met. So our relationship moved slowly and, especially when it came to intimacy, everything had to be handled delicately.

After about a year together, Emma had come out of her shell and was far more open to life than she was when we’d first met. Our sex life was great, she was open to experiences and was far less afraid of the world. After about two years together, we got married.

Emma is unrecognizable compared to what she was 15 years ago. She was curvy and covered in tattoos. She was fun and outgoing and had studied hard to become a Nurse Practitioner; something she couldn’t see herself doing just a few years ago. I’ve all the time loved that I got the opportunity to help her break free from the poison she’d been fed for the first half of her life.

Over the last few years, a topic that has come up in conversation a few times is Emma’s lack of “experience.” She’d turned into a very sexual person and, while things between us were all the time incredibly hot and extremely fun, she’d all the time had this feeling like she’d missed out on experiences. She never got that period of throw-caution-to-the-wind casual sex.

It was tough to hear at first but she assured me it wasn’t because she was lacking anything with me, but more of a nagging feeling that would pop up in the back of her head from time to time. And I understood. I often looked back fondly of my school years and Emma went straight from, what was essentially, a religious prison into dating and then marrying and having kids with me.

About 6 months ago, the topic came up again. A guy had been flirting with her at a bar she’d been at with a few girls from work and it sparked the wondered. Most of the time this conversation didn’t go very far, but each time I felt that I’d eventually have to discover a solution for her to feel better about the situation.

This time, I decided to rip the bandaid off. I told her that I’d be eager to explore possibly inviting someone else into our bedroom. Her face lit up and she hugged me hard around the neck. I felt good about it, albeit a bit nervous, but good all the same. I guess I expected this to be another stop gap. Another, more productive, way to keep kicking the can down the road. Emma saw it completely different.

A few days later I got a text from Emma towards the end of her shift that she was gonna get drinks after work to celebrate a co-worker’s birthday. I got the kids fed and through homework and got them to bed around 9, as usual.

Around 9:30 I got a FaceTime call from Emma. When I answered I was greeted by Emma’s bare, round ass walking away from the camera. She was very obviously in a hotel room and there was a man lying on the bed on his back, a big stiff cock standing straight in the air. My blood went cold and my eyes fixed on the screen.

I watched as she sat on her knees next to the guy and lower her head, the big stiff cock disappearing into her mouth. The man gathered up her thick brown hair as she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down on his cock. They moaned together and Emma sat forward onto her knees when the man’s free hand began probing her pussy from behind her.

Emma rocked her hips as he played with her clit and she sucked him faster and deeper. I was mad. This isn’t what we’d discussed. But I also couldn’t look away, and I found myself sat back on the couch rubbing my cock over my shorts.

The man moaned loudly and repeated “fuck yes” over and over again as Emma had now managed to take all of him in her mouth. He grabbed her under the hips and pulled her lower half over top of him. I watched as his hands grabbed her ass firmly and her face went from determined to pleasure in a matter of seconds as his tongue explored her pussy. She moaned loudly on his cock, taking breaks to enjoy his work as she stroked him.

They were both very aggressively doing their jobs. She was very quickly sucking his cock and I could hear the sloppy sounds over the video call. He was obviously very eagerly eating her pussy judging from her moans and whimpers. I had my cock out by now and was openly stroking.

“Give me a condom,” Emma said breathlessly as she reached behind her, “I need this dick inside of me.”

The man obliged and Emma clumsily rolled a condom onto his cock while he continued to eat her. She braced herself on his legs and lifted her hips from the man’s face to his cock, easing in his head and then slowly sitting down until he was all the way inside of her.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open, “Holy fuck. Your dick feels so good.”

She grinded on his cock as the man held her hips and matched her rhythm. She held up her hair, closing her eyes and biting her lip as they both moaned together. The man swiftly sat up and dumped her forward onto the bed, pulling his hips toward him as he sat up on his knees behind her. She reacted with a surprised yelp and a laugh before going back to a deep moan as he slipped back inside of her.

I stroked quickly as he pounded my Wife from behind. Emma screamed and whelped, begging him to keep going. I watched as her ass and thighs jiggled with each thrust. The man held onto her ass tightly as he fucked her. Emma tried quieting her screams in the blankets but she couldn’t contain herself.

Suddenly the man pulled out and ordered “Give me those tits.”

Emma obediently rolled onto her back and squeezed her big tits together. The man stood over her and ripped the condom from his cock before stroking out a thick load onto her tits as Emma begged for it.

I came as well, quickly stroking a load onto my stomach as I listened to Emma eagerly beg for cum.

I watched as Emma got up and ran to the phone. She blew a quick kiss and whispered “Don’t be mad. I’ll see you soon. Love you,” before the call ended.

Emma got home an hour later and practically attacked me. We had the hottest sex we’d had in years that night.

NSFW: yes

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