I am 32 and my wife is 29. We have been married for 5 years.
Elise is 5’6, 140, very cute with fair skin and shoulder length blonde hair. She is also shy and quiet, and very sweet and innocent minded. I am 5’5, 150, brown hair, round glasses, a little baby fat but no muscles, not at all well endowed. Elise has never seemed to care about those things and has always been sweet and affectionate, though quiet, in bed. We have been trying for almost a year to have a baby, but no luck so far.
A few months ago Elise went out for dinner and takes with some girlfriends from work. These girls all know me and one of them, Tricia, ended up telling me everything that happened. After dinner, they ended up going to a night club because a couple of them really wanted to dance. They all went out on the floor together, and these guys started dancing with them. One of them, Jacob, was this big studly guy with a very muscular body, and Elise was immediately taken with him.
They all went back to their table and hung out with them, takeing and flirting and so forth. As the night went on, they paired up and spent more and more time flirting, touching, and dancing closer and closer. By the time they decided to all go back to her friend’s place, Elise was pretty tipsy and when they arrived, she went into a spare bedroom and called me to say she was just going to crash there so she wouldn’t have to drive. Of course, she didn’t mention there was anyone else with them.
When she returned to the living room, there was nowhere to sit, so Elise ended up in Jacob’s lap, giggling and flirting. She was wearing a short little skirt and the girls were laughing about how she seemed innocently unaware of the view she Jacob was getting. They all kept on takeing, and Elise got pretty smashed, babbling about how ‘hot’ he was and making a fuss about his muscles. Before long they were kissing right there on the couch in front of everyone.
Eventually, they ended up disappearing into the spare bedroom. A little later, during a break in the conversation, they all burst out laughing when they heard from the bedroom the sounds of sweet shy little Elise moaning with pleasure. Tricia said it went on for a while, and it sounded like she was having a great time. The next morning, hours later, she heard them going at it again.
The guys were all gone when Tricia finally got up late that morning. The girls had brunch in the kitchen, chatting about the previous evening. Elise was very quiet on her own, but the girls teased the details out of her, making her turn bright red in the process. She was a little fuzzy but admitted she found him irresistible and offered no resistance. She said his body was gorgeous in the moonlight and they kissed like their mouths were made for each other. She said she had never felt so good and that she had thought she had had orgasms before but now she wasn’t so sure they had been because this was so much more intense.
Of course they had to ask if he was ‘big’ and she said she didn’t think it would fit but wanted it so bad that she couldn’t say no. They asked her if it was a lot bigger than mine and she look into the distance and kind of smiled and said ‘oh yeah.’ She said it felt so good, like it filled up her entire body inside. He came inside her 3 times, twice that night and once the next morning. She said she had never felt so full of cum in her life.
I was devastated when Tricia told me about all this a week later, but of course I dragged every detail out of her. Nothing was spoken between my wife and I after that, but I could tell she knew Tricia told me. She was very nice to me after that and apologetic in an unspoken way that will not embarrass us both by talking about it. It doesn’t hurt so much now and it seems to be behind us.
Except for one thing. It turns me on like crazy to think about it. How smitten she was with him, how attracted she was to his masculinity that I don’t have. How they mated like wild naturals. How all her friends knew about it. How all the girls know that I am inadequate and it took a real man to turn her on.
When she is not home I take out the panties she wore that night and think about how he saw them, how she let him take them off of her, how his cum must have drained into them after he gave it to her. I can’t help but put them on, and think about even more humiliating it would be if they saw me with my wimpy little body in her panties and thought what a little sissy I look like. I even took pictures of myself in them and another pair that I like.
It isn’t feasible or desirable to ever be discovered in real life, but here is what I am thinking. It would be a huge turn on for others here to read my story and look at my pictures and provide honest comments that embarrass and humiliate me. Please don’t hold back.
