I Have to ask

I've been lying awake for hours, torturing myself. Has my beautiful wife been fucked by another man? has she cuckolded me? has she betrayed me?

In the end I can't cope anymore, and I wake her up.

Groggily "What's up"

"Sorry babe, I have to know. That was role-play tonight wasn't it?"

She wakes up properly. Put on the bedside lamp and props herself up on an elbow, looking at me - no, studying me - and then leans forward to kiss me on the lips

"It was role-play baby. I just wanted to make it real for you"

"But the car?"

"Rachel borrowed it from a friend for the evening. I have had a meal with her tonight"

"Your pussy was soaking when I fucked you?" Not an accusation, a question.

A smile, almost a laugh "That was Rachel's idea - Some lube. And the rest was just me being excited in anticipation of your reaction. Okay?"

A nod

"Night, night, my love"

It was only when I woke up next morning that it dawned on me that this meant that Rachel must know all about our cuckold role-play. I was not sure I was totally comfortable with that, but then there was also something sexy about that stunningly hot sex-bomb being even loosely involved in our sex-play. Just the thought made me hard.