Does She Know That I Know?

This story contains cheating and cum cleaning. I hope you enjoy!

'Don't wait up, Phil.'

Ness kissed my cheek and walked towards the front door of our bungalow; The sweet perfume she usually reserved for special occasions lingered as I watched her tight physique sway down the corridor, ass round and fat in her dress.

She swung the door open, flashing her upper thigh, shot me a gaze, and gave me a cute wave as she shut the door behind her.

The house fell silent.

Heading out with old-school friends had become a regular occurrence since we moved back to our hometown.

I didn't mind; to me, it meant I could spend more time to myself, eat what I like, and watch what I like.

We'd agreed that moving back was what we both needed after spending the last decade chasing money in the city. We were comfortable now and wanted a quieter life.

'PING!' The sound of her laptop broke my gaze from the TV.

She must have forgotten to lock it before she left.

I leaned over to close it and saw a text in the corner of her screen from a number she hadn't saved in her contacts.

'You wearing that perfume I like?'

Obviously, I felt suspicious and that gut-punch sensation as I saw it. We respected each other's privacy, but I couldn't stop myself from waiting to see more, to see if this was what I thought it was.

Conveniently, a screensaver of my blond-haired, athletic build, suited and booted, holding my short, beautiful brunette bride, was the backdrop.

I watched with fear and anticipation as the conversation unfolded.

'Do I ever disappoint?' She replied.

Still not evidence, but suspicious nonetheless.

'Get your ass over here, I've got something for you.'

'Yes, boss! In the cab. Can't wait ;).'

What the FUCK?!

I left the laptop and went straight to the fridge to crack open a beer.

I remember trying to calm myself and think of all the possibilities; it could be anything. She wasn't usually this flirtatious.

Convincing myself not to lose my head, I sat down and returned to the TV.

After 10 minutes had passed, I realised that I wasn't even paying attention.

Who was she talking to?

What surprise was waiting for her when she arrived at her destination?

Was she greeted with a shot of booze? A literal gift or a gift of cock? Or even pussy?

It struck me that I had no idea what she was up to, who she'd been meeting, and weirdly, it turned me on.

The gut-punch feeling hadn't subsided at all; it was just followed by a taboo lust and a 6inch erection that wouldn't shift.

I felt sick with myself for feeling that way but desperately needed a release. I began to stroke my shaft.

Sex had been off the cards recently, but it never crossed my mind that she was getting her needs fulfilled elsewhere. Was that what she was doing? My sweet, innocent wife.

Was she having a dance with the girls, or was she sitting atop a thicker, longer dick, bottoming out with every squat after she had seduced him with her sweet perfume, which I gifted her on our anniversary?

I fixated on the latter. Kinda wanted it to be true.

A damp patch began to form at the top of my pitched tent. Where was he gonna cum? In her mouth or inside of her? She never lets me cum inside when we have sex. Maybe both?

My dick ached against the fabric of my briefs. Wanting the above to be true but ashamed of myself for getting off to it.

I let go and tugged my cock, lining the inside of my underwear with thick cum.

I swigged my beer and let my head fall back against the couch, closing my eyes. I sat and thought about how much of a loser I looked and what I would do if my new fantasy was true.

'THUD!' I woke to the sound of the taxi door slamming out the front. The unlocking of the front door followed, but my eyes remained shut.

I heard her slink down the hall to our bedroom.

'PING!'

I leaned over and gazed at her laptop, turning the volume down so I could continue to be discreetly nosy.

'I'm home x'

'Same time next week.'

'I'd come tomorrow if I could ;) x'

'You've done enough of that tonight.. Get some rest, you're gonna need your energy next week.'

'Yes, boss! Thank you, you've tired me out ;) x'

My jaw dropped. Pangs of fear and betrayal hit my stomach again but were closely followed by another weeping hard on.

I tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a long, hard discussion with myself. What am I doing? Why am I not mad, and why on earth am I seriously turned on right now?

I turned to leave and noticed her lacy black thong sat at the top of the laundry basket. Thick with white, slick fluid and smelling of sex. She wasn't even trying to hide it.

I picked them up, sodden to the touch with what I could only assume was cum and her own pussy residue.

Gut-punched and erect, but still, not an ounce of anger.

I ran them through my hand and doused my digits with the slickness; it excited me, the thought of another man's cum in her, in her panties, painting her insides.

I dropped them in the basket and walked into the room to join her.

'Oh, hey baby. You're up! And in more ways than one, I can see...'

She glanced down at my hard dick and chuckled, holding a little smile.

'Did someone get a little excited in his dream?'

She chuckled some more.

I felt shame and embarrassment as she looked at me.

Without speaking, I walked around to her side of the bed and knelt down on my knees. I grabbed her legs and swung her around to the edge of the bed.

'Oh, haha. I should probably shower, darling. I've had a long night!'

I ignored her and breathed in her naked inner thigh, which was infused with stale sweat and a hint of sex.

I ran my tongue up her leg and began to kiss her clit.

'mmhhh. Baby, let me shower.'

I carried on; my chin was sticky and wet as I lapped at her.

I don't know what came over me next, but I'm glad that I did it - I extended my tongue and licked from her asshole and up towards her opening.

Thick, slimy cum and pussy coated my taste buds. I didn't stop.

For some reason, I wanted to taste her exploits; I almost needed it, needed to taste it and confirm my suspicions. I wasn't mad; I was ashamed of myself but completely intoxicated by the mixture of my wife's and her lover's fluids. I was drunk off of it.

She gave up trying to convince me to let her shower and just held onto my head, grinding her sex into my eager mouth. My cheeks, chin, lips and nose were slimy and sticky with the mixture of her and her lover, and I revelled in it.

There was a lot of cum, but somehow not enough.

She wriggled underneath me and arched her back into orgasm, releasing a final drop of white fluid onto my tongue for me to savour and swallow.

I stood pathetically and licked around my mouth as she gave me a smile.

Lying down beside her, I stroked her thigh, trying to initiate sex.

'Not tonight, honey, I'm spent.'

She grabbed hold of my hard cock and stroked me to orgasm within a matter of 30 embarrassing seconds.

I shot cum all up my stomach and onto my chest.

'Good night, darling.'

She chuckled and kissed my cheek before rolling over to leave me to clean up my own pathetic mess.

I lay there quietly, looking up at the ceiling, retracing what on earth had just happened.

I didn't know whether to tell her that I knew she was cheating. I mean, how could I? Then she'll find out that I knowingly and happily cleaned her used pussy.. I mean, maybe she knows that I know?

To be honest, I wanted it to happen again.

So, I kept my mouth shut and waited for next time.