I want to start off by saying, I don’t want my wife to cheat on me. Or at least, I don’t think that’s what I really want. But I can’t get the idea out of my head.
It started when I agreed to go on a trip with the guys. Our buddy is getting married, and he’s the last of our crew to tie the knot, so we had to go to Vegas of course for the obligatory bachelor party vacation. Now, of course, we hit up strip clubs, and checked out all of the scantily clad girls on the strip, and I thought about getting an escort and hooking up while I was away, but I didn’t actually take that leap.
One thing, I did think about though, while I was out having these sexy shenanigans, was what was my wife up to at home. What if she too was enjoying the company of the opposite sex? And I gotta tell you, the thought has made me harder than ever!
I had never been the type to get off to the thought of my wife with another man. Not that I didn’t see the allure of it; it wasn’t really my cup of tea. That all changed last Spring when my wife and I went on vacation.
We were having breakfast at the hotel when a group of sexy head-turning women took the table next to us. They were all bragging to each other and giving vivid details of the fuckfests they’d had the night before.
I was a little embarrassed and didn’t mean to eavesdrop but they were being so loud I couldn’t help but overhear. I hoped no one noticed the bulge in my board shorts from listening to them describe fucking and sucking big cocks the night before.
That’s when they started talking about their husbands back home and how those guys would never find out. I spent the rest of the vacation looking to see if my wife was checking out other men on the beach; I couldn’t help but wonder what she would be doing if I weren’t there.