The Emails That Told Me What They Were Doing to My Wife

The second email didn’t take long to arrive. I opened it with the whiskey glass trembling in my other hand, and I already knew, before reading a single line, that it was going to be worse than the first.

“We’ve been having a drink while watching your wife naked, relaxed, tied to the bed, coming down. She’s not so out of it anymore. She’s starting to understand where she is and why we brought her here.”

“To put your mind at ease: we took her to the bathroom, washed her slowly, and she let us. Then we left her alone to do whatever she needed. When she came out, she’d put the blindfold back on herself. Why? She doesn’t want to see who’s fucking her. She’s into the kink too.”

I closed my eyes. Mariela. My Mariela with a blindfold put on by her own hand. I poured myself another drink.

“We tied her up again. My friend repainted her lips red. ‘You look hotter looking like a whore,’ he told her, and she didn’t answer. I asked if she was uncomfortable and she barely shook her head.”

“For us it’s hugely hot: a woman as refined as that, from a good family, married, so available. Look at the photo. Look how she’s let us tie her up with her legs open. My friend told her that pussy is a fabulous cock sucker, and she doesn’t seem to mind.”

The photo filled the screen. Legs spread, wrists bound, black blindfold. It could have been her. It could have been anyone. But I knew the mole on her left thigh by heart.

It can’t be. It can’t be real.

***

“We lay down one on each side of her. Stroking that soft body is a delight. I told her: kiss me. She turned toward me and we kissed tongue to tongue. It was obvious she liked it. My friend was kissing her while I took care of her nipples with my mouth. She welcomed the tongues and the caresses, moaning softly.”

“We put our cocks in her tied hands and she jerked us both off at the same time. ‘You love having two cocks all to yourself,’ my friend told her. I swear she smiled.”

I got up. I paced around the living room like an animal in a cage, wanting to tear that image out of my head. Jealousy, rage, pain. And under all that, something I was ashamed to admit: my cock, hard.

It can’t be that I’m turned on by imagining them fucking her. It can’t be.

The next email was delayed. I checked the time. Weren’t they done yet? I never lasted that long. That thought hurt me more than any of the photos.

***

At last it arrived.

“Look at the photo of me eating her pussy. I’ve got her clit in my mouth and she’s grinding her cunt against me. Your upper-class little wife enjoys being taken by two strangers like the whore she is. We fucked her hard and she still wants more.”

The screen filled again. Lips heavily painted, tied in a cross, a man with his face buried between her thighs. Her mouth open, moaning. Or so I wanted to believe.

“I put my cock to her lips and, without hesitation, she opened her mouth and sucked me off. ‘See how much she likes sucking cock?’ my friend said. And it’s true: she does it so well, such a tongue.”

Another photo. Him on his knees at the head of the bed, his cock halfway into her mouth. How was that possible? With me she always told me she didn’t like doing it. She denied it to me. And there it was, nonstop. The whiskey helped me keep looking. Seeing it made my cock hard.

“I kissed her mouth and told her she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. She mumbles something. I lean in and think I make out: fuck me now.”

“I don’t need asking twice. I shove my cock in at once. She moans with pleasure, squeezes me inside. I tell her I like raping her and she answers with a long moan, grinding her cunt against me. It must be her fantasy: being forced. It really turns me on that a woman as exceptional as that gets so fucking wet with me.”

Two more photos. A close-up of him kissing her with a tenderness that made me more jealous than any brutality could have. And another between her thighs, her head thrown back, mouth wide open. Clearly, he was inside her. And clearly, she liked it.

***

“I’ve been at it for a long time. Since I know what gets her off, I kept telling her I was raping her. Maybe you’ll be interested to know she came again, suddenly, without warning. She said ‘you son of a bitch, you’re raping me,’ and right there she came. Brutal. What a way to come.”

“I got so fucking hard. When she finished trembling, I pulled out and went straight to her mouth. ‘Swallow, slut.’ She opened up and I poured it all in. I was loaded; I hadn’t fucked in ages. She took spurt after spurt with her mouth open, swallowed everything, and then sucked me until she drained me. Not a single drop spilled.”

I looked at the photos. Mariela’s mouth. The semen. And she had never, ever wanted to do that for me.

“You didn’t know how active your wife is, did you? I swear it’s been the best fuck of my life. ‘I’ve never seen a broad drink cum with such hunger,’ my friend told me. And she fucks so well. I had to agree with him. Didn’t you?”

They’d been at it nearly two hours. I went back over the photos one by one. For a moment I convinced myself again that it couldn’t be her. My Mariela wouldn’t just swallow the cum of two strangers. Would she? I needed more whiskey.

***

“You must be wondering why I’m bothering to tell you all this. We could have done it without you ever finding out. But it’s very hot to tell you how much of a cuckold we’re making you. The three of us. Us, yes. But your wife too.”

“Guys from good stock think you’re entitled to women like her and we aren’t. It seems natural to you, but it isn’t. Women like that are wanted by those of us who have less too. You don’t value what you have at home. We do. And she’s loving being treated like a whore. She’s classy, but she needs it.”

“My friend is raging again. He’s put his monster cock in her mouth, mounted on her tits, and given her little taps on the face. She smiled, opened her mouth and sucked it. Look at the photos.”

A man sitting on my wife’s chest, her breasts compressed under his weight, his cock crossing her whole face. Her licking. Another photo with the cock inside. Another sucking one of his balls. I emptied the glass.

“‘Want me to fuck you with it, bitch?’ he asked her. This time I heard it clearly: ‘Yes. Rape me.’ He shoved it in at once. She screamed, all the way in, and kept screaming while he hammered her hard. Her tits were bouncing all over the place. I got hard again.”

***

“After a while, my friend told her: ‘A slut like you needs it up the ass. Have they ever done that to you?’ She didn’t answer. He untied her, put her face down, tied her hands again, lifted her ass and went in with his cock. It didn’t seem possible that something that big could get in there. Look at the photo, notice the disproportion.”

A woman face down, ass in the air, a cock forcing its way in. My wife? Her cunt could be seen underneath. I couldn’t make it out. I’m such an idiot. Another photo, same pose, now with it all the way in.

“You wouldn’t believe how much she screamed. But by the end she was completely ass-fucked. ‘Maybe this classy broad really did have a virgin asshole,’ my friend said. ‘What a turn-on, taking her virginity.’ Do you know if she was? In any case, she isn’t anymore. Listen to the audio I attached.”

I played it. A woman screaming hard, rhythmically, with each thrust. I went back, turned the volume up. “You son of a bitch, my ass.” My God. It lasted more than a minute, and the voice was fading out: “You son of a bitch… you son of a bitch… my ass…”

It was her voice. Her timbre. Or someone who sounded too much like her.

***

“I asked for my turn. I got hugely turned on by fucking a princess that delicate in the ass, for the contrast. So refined, taken from behind by an unknown cock. ‘Lift your ass,’ my friend told her, and she did, bending her knees, offering herself. I found it incredibly tight. I told her: now I’m raping you in the ass, darling. She was moaning.”

“We took turns several times. She wasn’t complaining anymore, she was moving her ass when we put our cocks in. ‘You’re a real slut,’ my friend told her. ‘Two strangers are fucking you in the ass and you’re enjoying it. Move it, give me pleasure.’ And she moved it, moaning. ‘What a good whore you are!’”

“We came in her mouth again. He put her on her back: ‘Ask me for my cum, slut.’ And she, incredibly, said: ‘Give me your cum, you son of a bitch.’ Hearing that so well-bred voice say something so obscene got me so hard. ‘Where do you want me to put it?’ Silence, and then: ‘In my mouth.’ He emptied himself inside her and she swallowed it. Then it was my turn. ‘Take my semen, darling.’ And she said: ‘Give it to me, I like your cum.’ My cock exploded.”

I had a rock-hard cock and I was half drunk. Why does it turn me on so much that my wife swallows the semen of two strangers? What’s wrong with me?

***

“You were probably a cuckold before today. The way she fucks, how she sucks cock, the natural way she swallows, that’s not rookie behavior. But in any case, today you are one for sure. Right now she’s getting dressed and cleaning herself up. We’ll have her back to you in a taxi any minute. Safe and sound, although fucked everywhere and well fed. No need to thank us. If you want to do it again, put an ad in the local paper: ‘Full and complete service.’ And we’ll help you.”

I felt a bitter relief. At least the torture of the emails was over. But I wouldn’t be able to consider it finished until I saw her walk through the door. And I still wasn’t even sure it was her. Maybe I’d let myself be led on: first outraged, then desperate, then defeated and, in the end, aroused.

Suddenly I heard her coming in. It was very late, almost dawn. My heart lurched. Isn’t this another piece of evidence that the email guy was telling the truth? Or is it pure coincidence?

I went to meet her. At first glance, perfect. Everything in order. She gave me a soft kiss.

—Oof, awake this late, darling? —she said—. I’m a bit tipsy and sweaty. I’m going to shower and then sleep. Is the boy okay?

—Fine. Like an angel.

—You’re a good father.

I couldn’t think of what to answer. She didn’t even notice that I was drunk too. While she showered, I took her phone from her bag. Nothing. No photos, no emails, no trace in the trash. Did they delete everything, or was there never anything and it wasn’t her? Maybe they hacked her account to fool me.

***

She came naked to bed. I looked at her. Is this the body from the photos? The one they fucked every which way? I got hard just thinking about it. I looked for marks on her wrists. There wasn’t enough light to see anything.

I caressed her.

—Not now, darling, for God’s sake —she murmured—. It’s so late, I’m exhausted, and tomorrow the boy wakes up early, it’s your turn.

This was the Mariela I knew. Not the other one. She fell asleep in half a minute. I’m a cuckold. And it turns me on. I can’t handle this. Exhaustion won out.

***

The morning was vile, with a hangover that could have killed me. I swallowed two paracetamol and liters of coffee, took the boy to the park, and she kept sleeping. I woke her at midday.

—I’m wrecked, we drank too much last night.

—Did you only drink? —I asked—. Or something else?

—What are you talking about? Of course only that. What are you imagining?

—Nothing. I’m asking.

—We were chatting, laughing, telling each other things. I don’t know what you’re implying, but I don’t like your tone.

I left it there. All day I watched her without pause, reading meaning into every gesture. She was natural, calm. If they fucked her like that last night, something should show. Or else she’s so disciplined she made a superhuman effort not to show it. And that’s how she is.

One thing I did notice: she avoided sitting down. Her ass must hurt. Let’s see if tonight I could get a look at her cunt; it had to be irritated. Strangely, picturing her stretched and irritated made me hard.

She didn’t let me. When I caressed her tits and reached a nipple, she pulled my hand away.

—I’m still hungover, darling. Tomorrow.

Another sign it was her? Sore nipples. The ass. The refusal. I didn’t know what to think.

***

On Sunday, while the boy was asleep for his nap, she was the one who came out of the bedroom naked.

—Coming, darling?

What a rush. We fucked like we hadn’t fucked in years. Every part of her body reminded me of a photo. Every kiss, that mouth full of cock, overflowing with semen. She took me easily, and I thought she must still be stretched out. I pounded her hard, imagining those two taking turns inside her, much deeper than I ever got.

—Ugh, darling, how horny you are today…

—I want you so much, Mariela.

I sucked her tits and she complained.

—Not so hard…

Beside one nipple I thought I saw a mark, like a hickey. It turned me on even more. Mentally I insulted her: whore, cock sucker, cum swallower. If I’d said it out loud, she’d have been scandalized; it goes against all her principles. But with the others she’d liked it. I came inside her, a lot. She had her usual orgasm, nowhere near the one from the audio.

—You’re really fired up today, what a fuck —she said, satisfied.

—I really wanted you. It was intense.

Thinking it was her, and that she was here now, with me, had turned me on more than ever. I’m keeping the photos. One day I’ll show them to her and see the look on her face.

For now I’m enjoying this new desire. But the next time she goes out with her friends, I’ve made up my mind: I’ll call the babysitter, rent a motorbike, disguise myself so she won’t recognize me, and follow her all night. Let’s see what they do. Let’s see whether my wife is cheating or not. Let’s see whether I’m a cuckold or not.