My Wife Spends the Night at a Friends – Part 2

It had been almost a week and I still hadn’t confronted my wife about her weekend away. Every time I looked at her I could see that man’s huge black dick in her mouth, but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask her what really happened or why she decided to cheat on me. We had sex the night she came home. I don’t know why I went through with it knowing my wife’s pussy had been thoroughly stretched by another man’s big black dick. I didn’t resist when she asked me to go down on her because I figured the black man’s cum would have made its way out by now. I couldn’t have been more wrong. The second my tongue hit my wife’s pussy I could taste the thick salty cum still oozing out of my wife.She held my head against her as she pushed glob after glob of another man’s cum into my mouth while she asking, “how does that pussy taste?”  My dick was rock hard in spite of how humiliated I felt eating cum from my wife’s pussy. Once she let me up I climbed on top of her to finally slide my dick into her. My wife’s pussy was so loose I couldn’t feel more than my dick sliding along the bottom wall. After a minute or so of pushing my dick into her stretched out hole, I felt a warm gooey substance filling the open areas around my shaft.Before I knew it, my dick was sloshing back and forth through what could only be more of this man’s seemingly endless load of cum. Once I realized my dick was coated with another man’s cum I started bucking like wild.  “Fuck my wet, sloppy pussy!” My wife moaned, knowing my dick was coated with another man’s semen.It felt incredible to be fucking my wife’s cum filled pussy. Less than thirty seconds later I added my load to her already sloppy gash.  I tried to initiate sex with my wife every night for the rest of the week only to be turned down every time. It all became clear on Thursday as I was leaving for work.  “Oh, by the way, I plan on spending the weekend kaçak iddaa with Trish again,” she mentioned, as I walked out the door.The way she casually mentioned she planned on getting fucked by a black man blew my mind. She lied to me with ease like it had already become routine. I spent the entire day thinking about my wife sucking on a huge black dick and picturing all the different positions he would be fucking her in.Not wanting to face my wife I decided to work late that night and by the time I returned home that night, she was already in bed. I took this opportunity to make sure I could still connect to her laptop remotely. In addition to that I installed an app on her phone that allowed me to activate the microphone and camera just in case she didn’t bring her laptop.  I woke up Friday morning with the intent to confront my wife, still unsure of what to say.  “Hey honey, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked.  “I’m really busy right now,” she replied, as she switched between packing her bag and texting on her phone.  “You’re going away for the whole weekend; can’t you spare just a few minutes for your husband?” I asked.  “Fine, what is it?” She sighed in frustration.  “So, are you going anywhere besides Trish’s house this weekend?” I asked.  “What kind of question is that? Do you expect me to map out everything we’re going all weekend?” She scoffed. “No, um. I just wanted to know if you’d be staying anywhere else in case I need to get a hold of you,” I replied.  “You have my cell phone number, don’t you?” She asked, dismissively.  “Well, yes. Is anybody else going to be staying with you two?” I asked. “Are you serious? Do you want me to call Trish and get a full roster of anyone who may stop by her house all weekend? Why are you being so weird?” She said, making me sound out of line.  “I’m just curious. You haven’t hung out with Trish in years, now all of the kaçak bahis sudden you’re spending two weekends in a row at her place,” I explained.  “Ugh, I just want to spend some girl time with a friend,” she groaned. “I know, and that’s ok. Are any guys going to be spending the night there?” I asked.  “No, why would you even ask that?” she scoffed, growing more frustrated. “I thought I heard a man’s voice in the background when I called you last weekend,” I replied “A few guy friends of hers came over after we ran into them at the club,” She explained.  “So, there were guys staying there?” I asked again, catching her in a lie.  “I think some of them spent the night, but why does it matter?” she asked, “she has plenty of bedrooms.” “I’m not really comfortable with you spending the night in a house full guys after a drunken night out at the club,” I explained. “There’s nothing I can do about that! I’m not going to tell Trish she can’t have anyone else at her house!” she replied, raising her voice.  “I didn’t ask you to, I’d just…” I said, before getting cut off.  “What? Do you think that just because there are guys spending the night I’ll sleep with one of them?” she asked, angrily.  “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to be sure you weren’t getting into any trouble,” I replied. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I have to put up with this! If you’re done being crazy I have more packing to finish!” She barked, before turning her attention to the basket of laundry next to her.  “No, that’s it,” I replied unable to bring myself to say what I really wanted to say.How much of a coward must I be to not confront my wife about her fucking another man? And it takes even more of a pussy to let your wife go away for the weekend again knowing damn well what she would really be doing. I could have put an end to this weekend’s trip before it started, but I didn’t have the balls to tell my illegal bahis wife that I knew she fucked a black man last weekend. Feeling defeated, I got ready for work and headed out the door.  I spent the majority of my morning daydreaming about what kind of trouble my wife would be getting herself into. She always got a little wild anytime she went to the club. It was a given that Trish and my wife would spend their time at the club surrounded by drunk horny guys and I knew how flirty Renee gets when she’s been drinking.  ‘Is that where she met the guy she fucked last weekend?’ I wondered to myself, thinking about how easy it would be for her to bring a man home with her. Every time she went out dancing, dozens of black men would fall over themselves hitting on my wife. Her big round ass and pale white skin was irresistible to them. ‘I can’t just let this happen again!’ I told myself, trying to build up the courage to confront my wife, ‘When I get back to my desk I’ll send her a message saying that we need to talk about last weekend and I’ll tell her what I knew once I got home,’ I told myself.  I got back from my lunch break to a voicemail, having left my phone at my desk.  “Oh, hey. I decided to head over to Trish’s early. I finished packing and figured you wouldn’t be home until late again anyway. See you on Sunday,” she said as nonchalantly as if she were going to the grocery store. “Fuck, It’s too late!” I said, cursing myself for not confronting her already.  I decided to call her hoping maybe she would turn around and wait for me to get home. It was a long shot but I had to try. I dialed her number only for it to ring and ring before going to voicemail. Not giving up I called twice more with the same result.  “Please answer your phone! I have to put a stop to this!” I pleaded, dialing a fourth time only to be sent directly to voicemail. I called a fifth time, again, straight to voicemail as if she had turned off her phone. My last-ditch effort had failed. Now I would have to live with the fact that I knew my wife had plans to fuck another man and I did nothing to stop it.