by Sean Geist
The phone was ringing but there was no sound in the studio. Did Daphne leave her phone somewhere else? I guessed I'd have to stop them in person.
“You have a condom?” My wife's words gripped me and held me in place.
“No. I wasn't planning on needing one.” Steve continued teasing her with his cock
“Not a Boy Scout then.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes,” I shouted standing inside a sound proof room.
Daphne said nothing. She just looked up at him. I saw a wicked smile blossom on Steve's face. I couldn't see what my wife's expression was, but I see her shake her head.
Steve stepped forward and Daphne's head fell back and a deep moan of pleasure filled the audio booth.
What the fuck was she thinking. We were trying to get pregnant. She wasn't on birth control. If she was going to cheat on me, the least – the very fucking least – she could do was make him wear a rubber.
The freebie list did NOT cover her getting pregnant by her lover.
Anger seethed through my body, but my erection remained, my cock hard and yearning for release. My brain, denied blood needed for rational thought, gave up control of my body to my baser instincts. I didn't move, I stood transfixed as my wife seemed to cuckold me by taking another man's cock without protection.
I wanted to stay mad. I wanted to let anger control me, but I couldn't. My love and desire for Daphne regained control. Chances were she wasn't at her most fertile time. I was sure if she had been she would have stopped Steve from entering her bareback. I didn't believe she really wanted Steve to get her pregnant, though in the back of my sick mind I thought maybe she was afraid I was shooting blanks and wanted to let another man have a shot. I realized if that was the case she wouldn't have asked about the condom in the first place. Score one for logic.
The erotic coupling continued before me. Steve had bottomed out in my wife, his hips meeting hers with a loud slap. He took a moment to let her adjust to his size, and proceeded to piston his cock in and out of her well-lubricated vagina.
The wet sounds of lovemaking filled the room: moist friction, deep grunts, and high loud moans. Occasionally the set would creek; it wasn't built for this type of activity.
Steve grabbed my wife's ass and continued to drive into her, relentlessly. She left slick wet streaks as her body was pulled across the desk.
“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Daphne came again with a loud series of mumbled words. She grabbed her lover and pulled her body tight with his. Holding him as she shivered, her head buried in his neck.
“God, you're good.”
“I can feel you pulsing around me, like your pussy is massaging my cock.”
“Oh! I felt you twitch. So deep.”
“I fill you better than him?”
Fucker.
“That important to you?”
Steve thought it over before saying, “No.”
“Good. I'd hate to hurt your ego.”
Daphne finally released her lover after her climax subsided. Steve pulled away from between my wife's thighs. His cock still hard and red, coated with my wife's lubrication. He hadn't come yet. “Turn around.”
Daphne complied. Now she was facing me, facing the camera, as she bent over and presented herself to Steve. Maybe he was going to ejaculate on her ass instead of inside her. I was relieved, yet also disappointed. I found it slightly hot, the thought of him cumming in my wife, and I felt a bit guilty for that.
I was looking into my wife's eyes, as she starred off into the darkness of the studio, when I saw them open wide. Steve wasn't going to finish on her back, he had taken her doggie style. The arousing cocktail of emotions flowed again, lust and desire tinged with jealousy.
Steve was a skilled love-maker, I could see in on Daphne's face. Her eyes rolled up and fluttered as she lost herself in the pleasure of her lover's cock moving deep inside her, touching places I never could. I was happy for her – getting to experience the feeling – but sad over not being the one to give it to her. I could see how much she was enjoying her fucking and I couldn't hate her for it. Yes, she was cheating, despite our agreement, but I loved her and I didn't want to deny her anything.
I, too, was lost in the pleasure of the moment. I didn't want it to ever end. I was enjoying it too much and when it was over, I'd have to deal with those feelings. How would Daphne feel? Was she expecting me to come in and stop her. Not likely since she couldn't know I was aware anything was going on. How would she feel when I told her I watched the whole time? Could she still respect a man who allowed another to impregnate his wife? So many questions. As long as the moment lasted, we, all three, were living a guiltless existence.
“Ohh!” Steve broke the moment. He pulled Daphne's hips to his, their flesh clashing, and held her as he came, his cock buried deep, erupting inside my wife's womb. Daphne also let out another sigh and might have felt another small orgasm, as Steve's warm seed spread within her.
The couple separated as they came down from their mutual climax. Daphne fell forward across the desk, her head laying on her crossed arms. Long red locks of hair fell across her face, hiding her post-coital glow. Steve collapsed back into his chair, panting. His now flaccid cock, lay across his thigh, slick with cum and my wife's nectar.
I sat down in a state of shock. I was still hard. I could wallow in loathing and self-pity, cry over my wife's infidelity, but I didn't.
A heightened wave of arousal overtook me. I loved Daphne and I desired her from the moment we first met. The emotion I was feeling now was different. It was a base, animalistic need, uncivilized and raw and a thousand times more powerful.
Another man, a rival, had inseminated my woman and I had to do something about it. College educated, city raised Richard was gone, for the moment, and caveman Rich emerged.
I'd never find out if my wife would have confessed her transgressions, because instead of walking out and heading back to the hotel alone, I stormed into the studio; civilized Rich was smart enough to grab the disk from the recorder as he went.
“Rich!” “Richard!!” Steve and Daphne called my name in surprise. They might have said more, but I wasn't really listening. I quickly marched over to the set and firmly took my wife's hand.
“Richard, let me explain.”
“Come. With me.”
I had the presence of mind to let Daphne grab her purse and wrap on the way out. We left Steve alone to clean up the mess my wife and he had made.
Emotions swirled though my brain sending hormones flooding my body. Time was of the essence. Millions of Steve's sperm were furiously swimming their way deep inside my wife, hoping to find an egg to fertilize.
“Rich. Calm down.”
“Later. I'll calm down later.”
I took Daphne back to the audio booth. It was small, private, and soundproof. It would serve my needs.
I locked the door behind us.
“Richard, dear. I can explain.” Daphne's voice quivered. She thought I was angry. That I hated her. If she only knew how much I truly loved her at that moment, how much her actions had ignited a firestorm of lust and desire within me.
She was trying to take control of the situation. In another state of mind, I might have let her, but for now the caveman was still in control.
“Explain later. We fuck, now.”
Daphne was shocked. She must have figured sex was the last thing I wanted now. She was so wrong. It was the only thing.
“You sure.”
“Yes.”
I lifted Daphne's dress off. She stood before me in a matching sheer green bra and panties – crotchless panties.
That little slut. I smiled.
“You were expecting to be naughty tonight.”
“Let me explain.”
“Sure. Later. Turn around, now.”
My wife slowly turned around as I dropped my pants and took out my cock. She bent over, gripping the edge of the audio board for support. Her pussy looked so inviting, peeking out from
between her legs. Her labia was red and open. A trickle of clear and pearly white fluids pooled the within the folds and started running down her thigh.
The evidence of her cheating threw gasoline on the fire of my lust. I lined up my turgid member and drove it home. Daphne's well fucked pussy felt slick and warm. I started plunging into her with a ferocity that surprised me. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, but that didn't concern me at the moment.
I was on a mission. My hard cock pumping in and out of my wife's womb, trying to dislodge my rival's seed and supplant it with my own. I could see small globs of Steve's semen come out with each withdrawal of my erection. It was a stupid thought, but one borne of primal need.
Each thrust brought me closer to climax, like a cinched fire hose, pressure building on one side until it finally bursts. I drove my cock as deep inside my wife as I could, cursing those two inches of length Steve had over me.
“Fuck.” I erupted, with a force I'd never felt before. It was probably a normal orgasm, with an average amount of semen emitted, but in my emotional state, I was that fire hose, filling my wife with my seed, driving out the invaders.
I had reclaimed my wife and it felt so fucking good.
Epilogue
We made it back to the hotel room a little after one o'clock Sunday morning. It seemed like an eternity to me. We left the back way to avoid any funny looks from James, the security guard.
In the room, I was calm. My angst had subsided. Now, was the time for questions.
“Are you planning on leaving me?”
It hurt me to ask the question, fearing the answer would be yes. Granted, my wife should have been the one asking it.
Daphne didn't answer right away. She had to rinse the soap from her face first. “You couldn't wait until after my shower?”
“Maybe. But it's been eating away at me. Why did you cheat on me?”
“I didn't cheat on you Rich.” Daphne had her back arched with her head under the cascading water, her breast thrust outward. She looked so enticing. I almost stripped and joined her in the shower. She turned the water off before I gave into temptation.
“You just fucked my co-worker.” I handed my wife a towel. “You promised you'd never cheat on me.”
“I promised never to sleep with someone behind your back.” Daphne took the towel and started vigorously drying herself off. I found it difficult to follow the conversation while watching her rub under her boobs and between her legs, making sure she got all the excess water.
“But you did. Tonight.”
“Didn't you watch us?”
“Yeah.” I saw the trap, but I fell into it anyway.
“Then it wasn't behind your back.”
“But you couldn't know I was watching.”
Daphne wrapped the towel around her hair and stepped out of the shower stall.
“Oh, I knew, mister. The red light on the camera gave you away.”
“Fuck.” The studio cameras have small lights on them that pop on when their signal is routed to a live monitor. It lets the on-air talent know which way to look. “You knew someone was watching.” I began pacing around the bathroom. “How'd you know it was me?”
“We asked James to text us when you came over.”
“You assumed an awful lot.”
“Figured Elizabeth would tell you. If somehow you passed up the chance to catch me with Steve, we'd just tour the studio and go back to the hotel.”
“You wouldn't have fucked him?” My voice dripped with doubt. “You would have been a good girl?”
“Rich.” Daphne stepped toward me, backing me up against the sink. Her naked body, fresh from the shower, smelled of vanilla. The green in her eyes burned with a sultry glaze. “This was all about you. I know you like watching, but only if you think I don't know.” She reached down into my pajama pants to stroke my rapidly swelling penis. “I know you love the thought of your wife being naughty. You wanted to catch me behaving badly, so I let you.”
“You. Let. Me?” It was hard to speak, my mind focused on the pleasure of my wife's manipulation.
Daphne leaned in to put her mouth to my ear. “Yes. I did.”
I really couldn't argue with her. The idea of her with another man had sparked some of our most intense fuck sessions over the years. I couldn't blame her for taking that next step.
“It was all for you.” Her breathe over my ear lobes sent goosebumps running down my spine. I could feel an orgasm approach. Daphne quickened her pace. My release was imminent. My wife pulled her hand away.
“Besides—”
“AAAAAAH” My balls ached. I hadn't cum.
“You can't be mad, Steve's on my freebie list.” Daphne left the room.
“You planned this. Years ago. When you put him on the list.”
My wife was sitting on the bed, flipping through T.V. channels with the remote.
“Don't be silly. Steve was handsome and sexy and, yeah, I wanted to fuck him. But I didn't know we'd ever be coming back to Dallas. It was just – luck.”
If I'd been smart and thought ahead, I would have told her to drop Steve's name from the list when we moved here. But I realized it wasn't really about the list. It was about watching my wife and the thrill I seemed to get from it, damn the complications.
“Well, I guess I'll have to quit my job. Steve fucking my wife, I'd never hear the end of it.”
Daphne stopped looking at the television. “Rich, honey, I would never, repeat, never put you in a humiliating situation. This is about fantasy and pleasure. Steve understands that. So does his fiancée. They have an—”
“Understanding. I know. She told me.”
“Well then. What's the problem?”
I had tried to avoid the most troubling question I had, but it couldn't wait any longer.
“You let him fuck you without a condom. He came inside you. What if.” I didn't want to say it. “What if, he got you pregnant?”
Daphne smiled.
Her lack of worry hurt, but aroused me all the same. It was so odd, this pleasure I got from such a deviant situation. Did I really want to be a cuckold? Did my wife really want to have Steve's baby? I tensed up. No. That couldn't be the case.
“Richard. I have some news for you.”
But it was.
“I'm pregnant.”
Rational thought fled. She really was going to have Steve's baby.
“Why are you so upset? We've been trying for months now.”
“I don't want to raise Steve's child.” What the fuck was I saying.
Daphne chuckled. “You really think? In less than an hour?” My wife's laughter faded. “And you really think I'd do that to you?”
“I'm so stupid.”
“Yes. Sometimes you are. But I love you anyway.”
“And I love you, too. Even after you fuck other guys.”
“I think it's partly because I'd fuck other guys.”
“You're probably right.” Relief flooded through me, washing away the doubt and guilt. “That's why we're perfect for each other.”
“Yup. Now come here. I want to get dirty again.”
***
Later on Sunday, Daphne told me she missed her period the month before and, after two positive home tests, she went to her doctor to confirm she was pregnant.
I wondered about the alcohol she drank at the party, but she assured me she only had a few sips of bubbly. She poured most of it into my glass when I wasn't looking.
My loving wife figured this party was one last chance to act wild and crazy before kids came along and civilized us. I promised her this wasn't our last wild and crazy night. She kissed me on the forehead and told me she hoped not.
I didn't mention the video I had. I figured I could save that for another time.
On Monday I found a note on my computer monitor at work.
See me in my office. Steve
I guess we needed to hash things out.
“Close the door and have a seat.”
Steve w
as an anchor, so he didn't have to sit in the cubicle farm like the rest of us. His office was small, enough room for his desk, a comfortable couch and a small table with a few chairs around it. The screensaver on his computer was a shot of him and Elizabeth at the holiday party. Although it was a bit fuzzy, I could make out Daphne and I dancing in the background behind them.
“Rich. I hope you know, I didn't mean to.” How do you apologize to a man for fucking his wife.
“I know. My wife explained everything.”
“Daphne said you were into it. But the way you came charging into the studio. I thought you were going to kill us.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. I was the last guy to resort to physical violence. Unless it was to an inanimate object. “Don't worry. We're all good. Beside how can I be mad? I'm going to be a papa.”
“Well, congrats.”
I sat down on the couch and we talked about our plans – Daphne's and mine – to start a family. We weren't planning on having just one.
Steve said he felt he was getting too old for kids – seeing as he was pushing forty. Elizabeth wasn't eager to build a family either. They had other ways of enjoying themselves.
“And Elizabeth doesn't mind you fucking other women?”
“No. And I don't mind if she does either.”
“Fuck other men?”
“That, too.”
I smiled when it dawned on me what he meant. “Nice.”
“I hope you had fun cleaning up your mess in the studio.”
“Not as much fun as I had making it.”
It felt so odd joking about him fucking my wife, but it also felt so good. Like a secret we shared.
I was about to leave his office when Steve said, “One more thing. I hear Haley Martin is going to be in Dallas next month. I think I can get an interview for you.”
I turned. He was smiling at me, a knowing look in his eyes.
“She told you. Didn't she?”
“Yeah. It's only fair.”
“Damn straight.”
A lot of wild and crazy nights ahead, indeed.
Afterward
For anyone wondering about the title of this story, it's taken from an old tease local news stations would use to get people to tune in to their late broadcasts. “Local man saves kitten from a tree, pictures at ten” Or eleven, depending on what time your local news started. Of course, if pictures from this story ever aired, someone would be losing their job.
