Recover enough for round two

Joey just had a fantasy come true. He fucked the shit out of my wife while she was handcuffed to a bed. I just realize that my wife didn’t hesitate once when I asked her to do it. No questions at all. She was quickly on board with fulfilling my friend’s fantasy: no questions asked. Now I have a few questions.

I tell Joey, “Give me some time to think. It’ll let you recover for another round. I know we’re not as young as we once were. While we wait, I want to ask my wife some questions.”

Joey lumbers off the bed. He says, “She’s not going anywhere. Interrogate her. Her brain’s too rattled from that fucking to lie.” Still completely naked with half an erection dangling in front of his legs, he leaves the room to go get some water or viagra or whatever he needs for another round.

I walk up next to my bound wife. Her panties lay shredded on the floor. The corset rest behind her back, completely torn open, every clasp broken. Her thick milky thighs part revealing a gaping pink pussy, recovering from his massive cock. Strands of hair are pasted to her forehead. Blobs of thick white cum still streak down her face. Monica smiles at me, “Did we put on a good show?”

I wipe the cum off her face and ignore her question. I ask, “Why did you say yes to this?”

I assumed she was going to say that it’s because I asked. She was being a good wife. Her husband asked so she said yes. An answer that revolved around my desire. But her answered surprised me.

“Because I’m a slut when I drink,” Monica says giving me a drunken smile. “You knew that! After three drinks, I let you fuck my tits that first night.”

She doesn’t have to remind me. She told everyone that story at the beginning of the night. I assumed she was always just a slut for me. A slut for her husband. But with the gentlest suggestion she became a slut for my horniest friend.

“Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy seeing your wife get fucked by another man? I bet you didn’t know your wife could take a cock so big.”

I don’t want to admit how much it turned me on. I stay silent. I can’t admit it. No. I can’t. I can’t say that I would be disappointed if Joey had a tiny dick and couldn’t please my wife. I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say the word that just kept pounding in my head. Over and over.

Cuck.

Cuck.

Cuck.

I tied up my wife for my friend to fuck.

And I fucking liked watching it.

But I couldn’t admit that to her.

I finally said, “I’m going to undo your handcuffs and rearrange you before he gets back.”

“Do whatever you what to me babe. I’m just enjoying it. I hope you’re enjoying it too.”

I rearrange my wife on the bed. I have to stop her from grabbing my cock through my pants. She wants it. Even after that pounding she’s still cock-hungry. I have a drunk slutty wife.

I cuff her facedown to the mattress.

Joey walks in and claps, “Oh shit. Monica has such a fat ass.” He looks at me and grins wildly. “Dude don’t tell me. How did you guess that I had this fantasy about your wife!? I totally left out that detail at the fire.”

Just seeing my wife’s pale fat ass makes him jump for joy. He knows exactly what I’m going to ask him.