A Naughty Vacation Story from Your Wife

"Did you really mean it?" your wife asks over the phone. "Did you really mean I could play?"

"Yes," you answer. "I meant it."

The other end of the line is quiet for a few moments before she asks, "So, if I had a little fun with someone, you'd be okay with that?"

Your heart beats a little faster and harder as you're fairly certain that your wife has actually played with someone else, that she's actually made your fantasy a reality. "Yes, I would be."

"So, let's just say there was a used condom sitting in the trash can in the bathroom - a condom filled with another guy's cum - you'd be okay with that?" she asks.

Now your heart is pounding as you imagine that cum-filled condom resting in the bottom of a trash can in the hotel room your wife is staying in for her weekend trip with her friends.

"Honey?" she asks. "Are you there?"

"Yes...yes, I'm here," you reply. "And yes, I'd be okay with there being a used condom sitting in the trash can in the bathroom." You take a deep breath and reach between your legs to stroke your cock through your pants. "In fact, I'd be more than okay with that."

"Is that right?" your wife asks.

"Mmm hmm," you reply as your cock comes to life.

"Are you playing with yourself, baby?" she asks.

"Yes," you answer.

Your wife's tone shifts to something more sensual and seductive as she asks, "Does that mean that you like that I was a naughty girl tonight?"

You moan. There's something about her voice, about how much she's enjoying telling you about her naughty behavior, that thrills you. "Yes, I love that you were a naughty girl tonight. I do."

"I met him at a club," she says. "He was bold and confident. He came right up and flirted with me. He looked right at the wedding ring - that beautiful diamond you bought me - on my finger and he smiled like he saw it as a challenge instead of a reason to walk away."

"Did you flirt with him?" you ask.

"Of course I did," she says before moaning softly. "After all, you said I could play and he was gorgeous, so I absolutely flirted, and when he took my hand and led me onto the dance floor, I didn't put up any resistance. I happily went with him. I happily let him pull me close. When he spun me around, I happily ground my ass into his crotch to show him how eager I was to turn him on."

"You're turning me on," you reply.

She moans softly and says, "I love that, just like I loved the fact that he was hard for me on the dance floor. I could feel his cock pressing into my ass. My skirt was so tight and thin that it was almost like I could feel him against my bare skin. It wasn't until he kissed my neck that I really lost it, though. His hands were on my waist, his cock was pressing into my ass, and his lips felt warm and soft as they pressed against my neck. I got so turned on I couldn't help but turn my head so I could feel his lips against mine. I wanted his tongue in my mouth, too. I needed it, in fact. I craved it, and he gave it to me."

You imagine your wife kissing another man in a night club and it makes your dick throb with delight. You unbutton your pants and pull them down, leaving you half naked in the bed as you listen to her moans on the other end of the phone call. "What happened next?" you ask.

"We danced, we had a few drinks, we flirted, we kissed, we got a little bit handsy," she explains. "Then I invited him back to my room. That's when he asked about my husband."

"What did you say?" you ask.

"I told him that my husband gave me the freedom to play while I was on vacation. I told him that my husband really liked the idea that I was going to play with someone else while he was alone at home. I told him that my husband would probably love it if I fucked someone else and then called him to tell him all about it." She pauses for a moment and you're fairly certain you can hear her masturbating. "Was I right? Do you like that I'm telling you about what a naughty girl I was?"

"Yes," you answer. "Fuck, I love it."

"He liked the idea of fucking another man's wife. I think he loved it, in fact. He took me out of the club and we rushed back to the hotel. We kissed like horny teenagers in the elevator and stripped each other naked the moment we were in the room. I can't remember the last time I was so turned on," she says.

Your cock throbs at those words, for your wife has just confirmed that another man did a spectacular job of arousing her on this particular evening, that perhaps he managed to arouse her more than you have in the past few years.

"I pushed him into the bed, crawled between his legs, and took him in my mouth," she says.

You close your eyes and imagine your wife sucking someone else's cock. It fills your body with a kind of pure, perfect delight. It makes your cock throb and your balls tighten as your orgasm approaches. "Did he enjoy that? Your mouth, I mean? Did you make him feel good?"

"Baby, I made him feel so good. He had a beautiful, big cock and I sucked it like any man would want his cock sucked. I made love to it with my mouth. I made sure he was out of his mind with desire as I blew him, and then I tore open a condom and rolled it down his thick shaft," she explains.

"Wait, you had a condom?" you ask.

She laughs softly. "I did. I bought them at the hotel shop. I figured I should be prepared just in case an opportunity came along to have some naughty fun. As it turns out, that opportunity came along, and I'm glad I bought condoms because I probably would have let him fuck me bareback if I didn't have any."

You find that comment unexpectedly pleasurable and you can't help but moan.

"Oh, do you like that idea, baby?" your wife asks. "Do you like the idea of another man's bare cock sliding into your wife's pussy? Do you like the idea of him fucking me without protection?"

"Fuck," you say before another moan escapes your lips. "I'm just so turned on."

"So was I," she says. "I was soaked as I rolled that condom down his cock, baby. Completely soaked. I wrapped up his beautiful dick, crawled forward, and sat on it. The look on his face when I took him inside me was priceless. It was like he'd never felt anything so pleasurable. It was absolutely perfect. He told me I was beautiful. He told me I was sexy. He told me my pussy felt so fucking good."

"What did you say?" you ask.

She's quiet for a few seconds. "I'm not sure you want to hear what I said," she replies.

Now you definitely want to hear it. "Please, tell me."

"I told him his cock felt better than my husband's," she says.

You groan as your dick throbs in your hand.

"I told him he was bigger than my husband, that he was longer and thicker and that he reached places inside me no man had been for more than a decade. I told him it felt so good to finally have a big, beautiful cock inside me," she says.

"Oh, fuck," you reply as it feels like your orgasm is getting awfully close.

"Then I rode him hard, baby," she continues. "I rode his big, beautiful cock until my body was quivering. I rode him until I was right on the verge of an orgasm, and then I let another man make me cum. I let him make me cum so hard. My pussy spasmed around his big dick and I milked a load out of him. We came together, baby. We both filled the hotel room with our wild moans. It was perfect, baby. I haven't had an orgasm like that in years."

You're stroking furiously now. You're moments away from cumming. "Was it really better than when I fuck you?" you ask.

"It was much better," she says.

You groan and your loins tense up as the most beautiful pleasure spreads through your body. You climax a moment later. You watch your cum fly into the air and land on your stomach and upper thighs. You feel a kind of joy that you imagine your wife felt as she was cumming on her new lover's big cock.

"Was that good?" she asks.

"That was amazing," you reply.

"Good, because I think I'll be seeing him again before I come home," she says. "I might see him several times, in fact. After all, you gave me permission to play and I can't imagine giving up the opportunity to enjoy such pleasures. You don't mind if I fuck him again, do you?"

"Not at all," you reply. "As long as you tell me about it."

"Don't worry," she says. "I will. In fact, he's been sitting next to me the whole time we've been on the phone, so I'm going to fuck him again right now. I'll call you again later tonight and I'll have another naughty story to tell you. Goodbye, darling."

She hangs up before you can say anything. You stare at the mess of cum in your lap and you smile. You're going to have another orgasm just like that one before the night is over. How wonderful.