Seduced by His Cheating Wife

“Don’t kill the messenger. I just saw your wife and another guy walk through the lobby of the Four Seasons by Central Park. Definitely looked like they were there to do the kind of thing you don’t want your wife doing with another guy. Sorry, man.”

Austin sat and stared at his phone for a solid 15 minutes after receiving the text. At first he couldn’t fathom that his friend was right. Ashley wouldn’t do that to him. She wouldn’t be cheating on him.

Then he thought about how expensive the Four Seasons was. Was she spending their money? Was she fucking a rich guy?

Then he wondered if there was some other reason she could be there. His friend hadn’t been specific about what made it seem like they were there to fuck. Was Ashley there for work? Was she helping a rich friend plan a proposal or a wedding? Did she even have a rich friend like that?

Then Austin stood up, put on a coat, and ordered an Uber. He was going to the hotel. He needed to see if Ashley was really there.

At first, Austin walked around the lobby and down a few hallways. If Ashley was there to fuck someone, she was probably already in the room, but he had to search anyway. He found nothing.

He made his way to one of the elegant couches in the lobby and pulled out his phone. He tapped out a quick text to his wife: “Wanna have lunch today?”

A response came back quickly: “Can’t get away from work. Sorry. How about dinner?”

Austin knew it wasn’t evidence that she was cheating on him, but he couldn’t help but process it that way. “Dinner sounds good,” he texted back.

Austin slipped his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. He wondered if he was being utterly insane. Was it really likely his wife was up in one of the elegant, insanely expensive hotel rooms with someone else’s cock inside her? Wasn’t it more likely his friend hadn’t even seen her and had just seen a woman he thought looked like Ashley?

Despite wanting to believe that, Austin couldn’t quite convince himself that there was no chance Ashley was cheating on him. He couldn’t leave. Not without waiting to see if she was really up in a hotel room for some kind of quickie. He resolved to stay and wait to see if Ashley came out of one of the elevators with a man by her side.

Austin knew no one would bother him. As long as he didn’t look homeless, he knew the hotel staff wouldn’t dare accuse him of not belonging there. Rich people get pissed when you do stuff like that, and the Four Seasons is all about catering to rich people.

Because of that, Austin sat unbothered and kept his eyes trained on the elevators. They opened hundreds of times over the course of two hours, loading and unloading a few thousand people in that span.

Each time the elevator doors opened Austin’s pulse quickened a little. Each time a touch of dread crept into his body, only to quickly disappear when Ashley wasn’t one of the people that stepped out into the lobby.

Then, two hours after he’d taken a seat on the couch, Ashley walked out of the elevator. She wore a tight, knee length white dress he’d never seen before and a pair of strappy white high heels. She walked next to a tall, handsome man in an expensive-looking suit. They were holding hands and Ashley’s body leaned towards him in a subtle but undeniably noticeable way.

Austin’s heart pounded. The dread that filled his body morphed into anxiety with a touch of anger. His legs felt like they were made of concrete. He was glued to the couch, unable to hoist himself to his feet to confront his wife.

Austin knew his wife had fucked the man she was walking with. It was in their body language and the smile on her face. It was in the way she held his hand and leaned against him. They both looked as if they’d just enjoyed the most pleasurable experience available to two people. They’d just had great orgasms together.

Then, Ashley turned and looked right at him. A look of surprise washed over her face and was gone in a moment. She stopped walking and turned to the man by her side. She said something to him. They shared a long, slow kiss as Austin watched the other man’s hands move over his wife’s lower back before quickly grasping her ass. Austin felt like his wife was taunting him. She’d been caught and she was doubling down on her illicit behavior.

The kiss ended and they parted ways. The man walked out of the hotel and Ashley waved goodbye before turning to Austin.

With slow, deliberate steps she approached him. Despite his anger, Austin couldn’t help but take note of how astoundingly good his wife looked in the tight white dress the other man must have purchased for her. Ashley stopped a few steps from Austin and smiled.

“What are you doing here?” Ashley asked without a hint of trepidation in her voice.

“Someone saw you come in. They texted me. I wanted to see if it was true,” Austin answered.

“If what was true?”

Austin was astounded that Ashley wasn’t showing the slightest hint of remorse. If anything she seemed a little annoyed that he was there.

“I wanted to see if it was really you he saw, if you were here cheating on me,” Austin said.

“Is that what you think happened?” Ashley asked as she stepped closer. “Do you think I cheated on you?”

Austin craned his neck to look up at his wife. He nodded and said, “I know that’s what happened.”

Ashley leaned down and Austin eyes darted to her glorious cleavage. He silently scolded himself for not focusing on his wife’s infidelity.

“I have a key to his room,” Ashley said, “and he’ll be gone for hours. Why don’t we go upstairs?”

Austin was dumbfounded. Did Ashley really think she could offer to fuck him and that would solve everything?

Ashley stepped closer and kissed him. Austin didn’t push her away. He didn’t fight it at all, in fact. He enjoyed the impossible softness of his wife’s flesh against his. He enjoyed the way she gently invaded his mouth with her tongue.

“That’s how I kissed him,” she whispered afterwards. “Wouldn’t you like to know how I did…well, everything else with him?”

Austin wished he wasn’t so turned on. He wished his wife’s kiss hadn’t left him in a state of unbridled desire. He wished he didn’t want to go up to the hotel room. He did, though. He nodded in response to her question.

Ashley offered her hand and Austin stood up as he took it. She pulled him close and they walked towards the elevators. She pushed a button for the 11th floor and Ashley kissed him again as the doors closed and they began their swift ascent.

Austin didn’t bother to fight it. He let himself get lost in his wife’s passion. His cock throbbed with desire and he gave himself over to it.

“Let’s go,” Ashley said as the elevator doors opened. She took Austin’s hand and led him down the hallway and to a room in the corner where two hallways met.

Ashley pulled a key card from her small handbag and let them into the room. Austin took a few moments to admire the space, which was bigger than the one bedroom apartment they shared.

“Wow,” he said.

“I know,” Ashley replied as she turned around. “Would you unzip me?”

Austin reached up and tugged on the zipper of his wife’s tight white dress. He revealed the soft skin of her back and the strap of a white lace bra that he desperately wanted to see the rest of.

Ashley turned around and smiled at him as she stepped back. “Would you like to see?” she asked. “Would you like to see what he got to enjoy?”

Austin nodded. He was still caught up in her spell. His cock was still hard and it felt like his body was tingling with desire.

Ashley pulled the dress off her shoulders and down her torso. She slipped it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a matching white lace bra and panty set that looked far more elegant and expensive than anything Austin had seen her in. It must have been another gift from the man she’d fucked.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Perfect,” Austin said.

“That’s how he likes me,” she replied. “Perfect. For him.”

Austin felt a little lightheaded. “Why?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Ashley said as she stepped closer to her husband.

Austin stepped back and held up his hand to halt her approach. “Why did you fuck him?”

Ashley moved closer. She reached up and took his hand in hers. She pressed her body against his.

“I didn’t fuck him,” she said. “He fucked me. Twice.”

“Why?” Austin repeated.

Ashley reached between his legs and unzipped Austin’s pants. Her fingers moved through the opening and freed his cock. She caressed him as their lips met. Despite his desire for an explanation, Austin couldn’t resist.

“It feels good to be desired, doesn’t it?” Ashley asked after the kiss. Her lips remained impossibly close to his.

“It does,” Austin said before moaning as Ashley continued to slowly stroke his dick.

She smiled and said, “It feels even better to be desired by a man that could have any woman he wants.”

They kissed again as Austin wondered just how wealthy his wife’s lover was. He was good looking, to be sure, but it must have been the money that elevated him to the status she’d conferred upon him.

“It feels good when he gets hard for me. It feels good when he slides into my pussy and tells me how much he loves fucking me. It feels good when he cums for me,” she explained.

Austin was getting the answers he’d asked for. The fact that they were coming in the midst of an intensely arousing foreplay session made it difficult to process the information, though.

“Is he good?” Austin asked. It was the same question any man would ask after he’d been cheated on.

“He’s incredible,” Ashley said before kissing his neck and moaning.

For a moment, Austin allowed himself to wonder why he wasn’t angrier. Why was he letting his wife jerk him off? Why wasn’t he screaming at her? Why wasn’t he demanding an explanation? Why wasn’t he telling her to fuck off?

He didn’t have an answer. He wasn’t sure he wanted one. He wasn’t sure he’d ever enjoyed anything as much as he was enjoying the handjob she was giving him.

“Do you want me?” Ashley asked.

Austin didn’t have to think about his answer. “Yes,” he said. “I want you.”

Ashley stepped back. She wore a big, beautiful smile. She unhooked her bra and freed her big natural breasts. She pulled her panties down.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Austin nodded as his eyes moved over his wife’s beautiful body. Her pussy lips looked pink and puffy.

“He likes to fuck me hard,” Ashley said, anticipating Austin’s question. “Very hard.”

Austin pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them to the floor. Now they were both naked.

“Do you still want me?” Ashley asked.

“Yes,” Austin said as she moved towards her.

Ashley backed into the bed and pulled herself towards the pillows. She spread her legs. Austin stood at the foot of the bed and stared between his wife’s thighs.

“Take me,” she said.

Austin crawled into the bed and on top of his wife. They shared a long, slow, beautiful kiss as she reached between his legs and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him and he moaned into her mouth.

“Do you want me?” she asked again. Her voice was laced with the same lust that Austin felt.

“Yes,” he answered.

Ashley placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and he slipped inside. It was impossible not to notice that she felt different. It wasn’t just that she was a little wetter, either. Austin looked at his wife. She smiled. She knew something he didn’t know. He was certain of it.

“He came inside me,” she said. “Twice. He always cums inside me.”

Austin gave himself over to the lust coursing through him. It didn’t matter that there was pain and anger beneath it. He didn’t care in the moment. He was too turned on. He pushed it all down and concentrated on the blissful feelings happening between his legs.

Ashley moaned for him as he fucked her sloppy pussy. He let himself enjoy being the second man inside her that day. He let himself enjoy the fact that someone else’s cum had been inside her before he arrived.

“This isn’t your first time with him, is it?” Austin asked.

“No, it’s not,” Ashley said before pulling his lips to hers. She moaned as they kissed. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him deeper inside her.

“How many times has he fucked you?” Austin asked as the kiss ended.

Ashley smiled. “I’ve lost count,” she said.

Austin’s cock had taken over his brain. Instead of being frustrated with his wife’s infidelity, he was aroused. He fucked her harder. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to reclaim her or if he was simply turned on by the fact that she was obviously so much naughtier than he’d ever given her credit for.

“I’ve been his for six months,” Ashley continued. “He has me whenever he wants me.”

Austin felt a surge of lust in his loins. He felt his cock throb and his balls tighten. The way Ashley phrased her confession drove him crazy. He couldn’t help but feel turned on at the idea of being someone else’s woman, of his wife giving herself to another man whenever he wanted her.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve fucked me with his cum inside me,” she said.

Austin saw the smile on her face. She liked the fact that he hadn’t known she was cheating on him. She liked that he’d fucked her with someone else’s cum buried deep in her pussy before. She loved the fact that he was still fucking her even after finding out that she’d been cheating on him.

“I’m going to keep seeing him. I’m going to stay his,” Ashley informed him.

Austin fucked her harder and faster. He kissed his wife. Everything she said turned him on. Every word that passed her lips brought him closer to an orgasm.

Austin groaned and released his seed into his wife’s pussy. He added his load to the two the other man had given her. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to.

Ashley kissed his face and neck and ran her fingers over his back as Austin held his softening cock inside her.

Austin expected his anger to rise up. He expected he’d be furious now that his lust had left his body with the cum he’d spilled into his wife.

He pulled out and rolled off of her. He noticed how comfortable the bed felt and how soft the sheets were beneath his body.

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Ashley sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Austin said.

“I was going to get dressed. We really shouldn’t be here when he gets back,” she said.

“No,” Austin said. “I want you again.”

Ashley turned to him and smiled. “Really?”

“You’re mine too,” he said, “and I want to fuck you again.”

Ashley swung her legs back into the bed and crawled on top of Austin. Some of the cum leaked out of her pussy and onto his soft cock.

“Yeah?” she asked. “You want to fuck my messy pussy again? You can’t change my mind, you know. You can fuck me as hard as you want, I’m still going to go to him when he wants me. I’m still going to be his.”

Austin smiled. He didn’t understand why he felt the way he did, but in the moment he didn’t care. “I know.”

They kissed. His cock grew once more. Soon he was inside his wife again. Soon he was coated in the other man’s cum as she bounced up and down on him. It was perfect.