Business travel adventures

My wife Caitlin always returned from business trips a little more radiant than when she left. She smells like someone else’s man. Her lips are slightly swollen and she wiggles her hips sexily. I even noticed that she spoke in a slightly different voice, it seemed hoarse. But instead of making a scene, I felt a hot, almost painful wave of arousal spread inside me every time. That’s how I became a cuckold.

It all started two years ago. She called me that night, her voice was too soft and contented. My wife said she was tired after negotiations, that colleagues had invited them to a bar, and then someone suggested continuing in the hotel room. I asked point-blank: «Are you with him now?» She paused for a second, and then quietly, almost whispering: «Yes… he’s inside me now. Do you want me to tell you?» Then I came that very minute, without even touching myself.

Jeremy is her longtime colleague. They’ve worked at the same company for years and often travel for work. Jeremy is a single black man, slightly younger than us. I always knew there was something between them, since they worked together even before Caitlin and I got married.

Since then, every time she went out, it became our little ritual. She sent me short audio in which I hear him kissing her in the elevator, how she moans his name when he enters her from behind, pressing her against the mirror in the bathroom. Sometimes she sent photos: her tits in someone else’s hands, her lips around his black cock, her spread thighs with white traces of his cum on the inside.

I waited for these messages like crazy. I sat in our apartment reading her messages with him, which she deliberately left open, and jerked off until the skin on my cock burned. And I was especially turned on when I listened to details about their sex. How he took her roughly, how he spanked her ass, how he called her a slut, and she agreed and begged for more. She knew that every word like that was like an electric shock to my balls.

Their last business trip was to LA for four days. And she texted on the first evening: «He got us a suite. Now he’s going to fuck me all night. He’s already put me on my knees and made me suck while he calls our director and says the meeting is running late. Do you want to hear him cum in my mouth now?»

Then I answered with just one word: «Yes.»

She sent a voicemail. Twenty-three seconds of pure sluttiness: her muffled moans, the sound of wet slaps, his low voice «Come on, swallow it, slut!» and finally her drawn-out scream as she came without taking her lips off his cock.

I listened to that message seven times in a row. Then seven more. I came. I met her in our hallway when she returned. She was wearing no panties. I felt it as soon as I ran my hand under her dress. The inside of her pussy was hot and wet smelling of sex and cum. She pressed herself against me and whispered right in my ear: «He came inside me three times this morning.»