I rushed to the lobby as fast as I could and made my way to the bank of elevators. I pushed the up button and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the door opened, and he stepped out. Yes, it was him; the man that had just spent two hours in bed with my wife.
As he exited, he gave me a polite curt nod. I swear, I thought I could smell Cindi's perfume as he passed by. I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 6th floor. During the ride up the aroma of her perfume seemed to linger in the air.
My hand was shaking as I entered the key card to open the door to our room. It was dark except for the muted light that shone through the partially opened drapes. I could see that Cindi was in the bed with the sheet pulled over her body. I sat down next to her and lightly stroked her face. She returned the gesture and softly said, "hi baby."
I asked her if she was okay and she just smiled and nodded her head and told me to take off my clothes and get in bed with her. As I began to undress, I spotted the opened wrapper of the condom that I had given her placed on the nightstand. By the time I undressed and laid down next to her, my cock was so hard I felt it would explode. I asked her if she enjoyed herself. She responded with a broad smile and a seductive "cooing" sound.
I couldn't wait any longer to devour her pussy. I went down between her legs and I could smell the distinct smell of sex. Her pussy was so wet, and I wondered if it was his cum that I was tasting or hers. I asked her if they used the condom.
"For a while," she murmured. "But then he asked me if he could take it off."
I asked her if he came inside her pussy.
"Twice," she said. "It felt so good; I couldn't help myself. His cock was so big. Please don't be angry."
I was anything but angry, as I moved up to kiss her on the lips. I could taste him all over her. I slid my cock in her pussy and I came in less than a minute. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
It has been nearly six months since this encounter. My erectile dysfunction is now a thing of the past. Now, each time we make love, I recall that evening when my beautiful wife fucked that complete stranger. I would often ask her if she enjoyed it and would she like to do it again. Her reply was always, yes - and maybe I already have.