Becca Bellamy
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You Found a Condom Wrapper
🕑 Added 2025-11-15 05:09:28 +0000 UTCYou smile as the car pulls into your driveway. You’ve been away on business all week and you can’t wait to kiss your wife, take a hot shower, and sink into the couch to finally relax after spending five days working relentlessly.
The driver gets out and grabs your suitcase from the trunk. “Thanks,” you say with a smile before he rushes behind the wheel and backs out of the driveway.
You head towards the front door and your wife opens it and greets you with a smile. She’s done her hair and makeup and she looks splendid in a pair of tight jeans and a low cut sweater that shows off just a little bit of cleavage.
“Welcome home,” she says before stepping into your arms. You hug and the scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils. Your wife looks up at you and you share a soft, sensual kiss. “I missed you,” she adds with a smile.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” you reply. You feel a stirring in your loins. There’s something about her that’s more attractive than usual, though you’re not sure what. You feel desire, though. “The flight was long and uncomfortable, though, and I really need a shower.”
Your wife smiles in a surprisingly seductive manner and says, “Of course. Perhaps we can have a little fun after you’ve cleaned up?”
You’re surprised, but in the best way possible. Your sex life is good, but you’ve been married a long time and your wife doesn’t usually proposition you. You’re not sure what’s gotten into her, but you like it. “That sounds amazing,” you say.
You grab your suitcase and head for the bedroom. Your wife swats your ass and you look back to see a gleeful smile on her face. She seems genuinely eager to fool around and you can’t help but return her smile.
You step into the bedroom, set your suitcase against the wall, and unbutton your shirt as you head for the master bathroom. Something on the nightstand catches your eye and you turn to see a condom wrapper. There’s no condom in it, though. It’s been torn open. The wrapper is empty. Someone used a condom in your bedroom. Your wife used a condom in your bedroom.
You step back and stare as your hands fall to your sides, leaving your shirt halfway unbuttoned. You can’t quite wrap your head around the idea that your wife used that condom for the standard reason, so you try and rationalize. You wonder if she used it to wrap a toy that she then fucked herself with. You wonder if she was perhaps experimenting with anal play and she didn’t want to get a toy or her fingers dirty. You consider grabbing the wrapper, throwing it away, and pretending like you never found it, but you know you won’t stop thinking about it. You need an answer.
“Hey hon, why is there a condom wrapper on the nightstand?” you ask.
You continue to stare at the torn piece of shiny foil as your wife approaches the bedroom. You look up and see her eyes fixate on the wrapper. For a moment her face is blank, but then her lips curl into a smile.
“Because I fucked someone else in our bed while you were away,” she says.
Your brain doesn’t register what she just said, so you ask, “What?”
Your wife saunters into the bedroom and reaches up to continue unbuttoning your shirt. She smiles and says, “I fucked someone while you were away. I had him buy the condoms and I tore open that wrapper you see and rolled it down his cock before I laid back, spread my legs, and told him to fuck me.”
She pulls your shirt off and runs her fingers over your chest. You see a surprising sense of lust in her eyes. She just confessed to cheating on you and it seems that she’s turned on.
“What are you…I don’t…why did you do that?” you ask as your mind reels.
“Because I wanted to,” she answers as her fingers loosen your belt and unbutton your pants. She tugs on the zipper and smiles as your jeans fall to the floor. “Because I wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck another man in our bed.”
She pushes your boxers down and wraps her fingers around your cock. You’re surprised at the instant explosion of lust between your legs. You look down to see your cock grow in her hand as arousal envelops your body.
“I put on a short skirt, a pair of three inch heels, and a tight top and I went to a bar,” your wife explains. “Every guy there hit on me and I picked the one I liked best and invited him home after we had a few drinks. He stood right where you’re standing. I had his cock in my hand just like I have yours.”
You feel like you should say something, but nothing comes. For some reason you’re not nearly as angry as you should be. Instead, a sense of lust-fueled curiosity dominates your mind.
“He kissed me,” she says. “Standing right here. With his stiff cock in my hand. He kissed me and he played with my tits. His hands were so strong and it was like he knew exactly where to touch me to leave me soaking wet with desire for him.”
You reach out and lift your wife’s sweater over her head. You unbutton her pants and she works them over her hips. You push her panties down and she unhooks her bra before she takes your cock in her hand and strokes you once more.
You kiss your wife. You kiss her and play with her breasts just like he did. She moans into your mouth as your stiff cock presses into her stomach.
“I sucked his cock,” she whispers. “Right here. I got on my knees for him. I got on my knees, I looked up at him, and I sucked his big cock.”
Your wife kisses your neck and then slowly works her way down your body until she’s on her knees in front of you. She looks up, wraps her fingers around the base of your cock, and takes the head in her mouth. She sucks your cock and it feels better than it ever has.
After a wet, wondrous blowjob, your wife stands, pulls the covers aside, and crawls into your bed. She spreads her legs and reaches down to play with her pussy as you watch.
“He knew I was married,” she says. “He liked that he was fucking another man’s wife in their bed. He liked that I was cheating on you.”
You know you should be angry with your wife, and yet all you can feel is arousal.
“I told him to fuck my married pussy,” she says before closing her eyes and moaning. “I told him to fuck me like the cheating slut that I was.”
Your cock swells with desire and you crawl into the bed and between your wife’s legs. You move her hand aside and press the slide into her pussy. You fill her with one hard, deep thrust and she groans at the suddenness of your movement.
“You are a cheating slut,” you say.
Your wife smiles. “Yes, I am. I’m a dirty little cheating slut.”
You pull out and fill her with yet another aggressive, deep thrust of your cock. She groans once more as her breasts bounce from the power behind the penetration.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Fuck your slut wife.”
You give your wife what she wants. You fuck her hard. You fuck her with a kind of aggression and vigor you’re not sure you’ve ever felt. Every thrust brings with it a kind of pleasure you didn’t know was something you could experience.
“Did he fuck you hard?” you ask.
“He did,” she replies. “He fucked me so hard. He gave me what I needed. He gave me what I’ve been missing. He gave my slutty married pussy exactly what it needed.”
You summon the will to fuck her harder. Your wife smiles before unleashing a wild, wondrous moan of satisfaction.
“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” she cries out a few thrusts later. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
You fuck your wife right through her orgasm. You fuck her after it’s over. You fuck her in pursuit of your pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” she says. “Fuck my cheating pussy. Take it back from him. Show me who owns my pussy.”
You can see that she means it. She wants you to fuck her hard. She wants you to finish inside her. She wants you to reclaim her pussy from the man that took it while you were gone.
You do just that. You fuck your wife aggressively, you bury your cock inside her, and you empty your balls. You cum in her cheating pussy and she pulls you close and nuzzles your neck as your loins pulse with pleasure.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” you say.
“Mmm, yes it was,” your wife replies. “When’s your next business trip?”
“Two weeks from now,” you say.
She kisses you with great fervor and says, “I can’t wait.”
Much to your surprise, you feel the same way.
