0 comments/ 33258 views/ 3 favorites Shocked By: newwriter17 I guess it's really my own fault. I took the picture. I admitted my attraction to her friend. I even confessed my secret fetish for sexual humiliation. And yet, when you combined that knowledge and used it against me, well...it was something I never anticipated. We'd always played around with sexy messaging — in e-mails, IMs, and text messages. I always enjoyed it. It allowed a freedom of fantasy that you just can't really achieve when the constraints of reality prevent certain...well...activities from being practical in real life. You were always creative, and you knew just what buttons of mine to push when we chatted. I only hoped that you were excited by our little conversations as well. But the creativity of what you did that day...well, you outdid yourself. It began as it always did, flirty little text messages that build slowly into a sexual fantasy. It had been going on for nearly an hour, with breaks between messages at certain times. It didn't matter, though. My mind filled in gaps between our communications, and I had become incredibly excited. You'd been even more engaged than usual today in our conversation, asking me to put on a pair of your panties and a ball gag and to take a picture of myself to email to you. I guess you just wanted a little porn for yourself at work, so I did it, nervously. When you received my email, I expected a response back telling me how hot you thought it was. Instead, all you wrote was... Ha ha ha. You look ridiculous. I wasn't really sure if that response made me more irritated or aroused, but my cock did grow harder. Our sexy messages continued, you taunting me with games and activities you thought it might be fun to try, me expanding on your ideas as I touched myself. You must have known how hard you were making me, because you always get more creative and excited when you have me at maximum arousal. Feeling especially devious, you told me to go put your silk panties back on, then find a butt plug and stick it up my own ass. I swallowed hard as I read such your blunt, forward commands, then went to the bedroom and followed the instructions. Then, a few moments later, your next message came: Have you done it? I replied in the affirmative. *giggle* You must look like a total loser like that. OK, lie on the bed and touch yourself for me. Think of all the nasty things you wish I was there to do to you. But don't you dare cum. Then another note: I may not let you cum all weekend. I moaned a bit, rubbing my hard cock through the silk panties, my ass throbbing a bit. A minute later, your next text came: By the way, I'm not at work anymore. I looked over at the clock — 4:30. I'd forgotten about your after-work plans and assumed you were in the car, but I asked anyway. Where are you? I'm having drinks with Amanda. I stopped touching my cock. You're with Amanda? How? How on earth are you sending all these hot messages if you're sitting across from your hot friend? Then another message... Maybe I'll show her that picture you took. :-) I swallowed hard, then realized that you must be kidding around. I appreciated your effort at trying to expand this sexy scene, and I started touching my cock again, quickly getting it rock hard as I typed you a short reply: LOL. Another text from you: If you were here you could get under the table and lick our feet. I rubbed a bit harder as I read that message. Then you sent a message which I was sure was a joke. With one hand on my cock, I picked up the phone with the other and red the text: Want to talk to her? haha Now I was thinking about Amanda and the fantasies we'd shared about her, and I kept rubbing my cock, stopping just before coming. It ached. haha I replied. I started rubbing again as I read your next message: Hang on. I was hanging on...to my cock. I rubbed for a solid minute, and as my cock started throbbing again, my phone rang. I looked over at it and saw you were calling. I started wondering if you wanted to try phone sex, or just to listen to me touch myself. I smiled as I picked up the phone with one hand and kept jacking off with the other. "Hello?" I said into the receiver, a bit out of breath. And then, something happened that caused my heart to skip a beat and my whole body to shudder. "Hey Sam," came the reply from phone. Only it wasn't you. It WAS Amanda! My had fell off my cock and I suddenly became acutely aware of the rubber plug in my ass. "How's it goin'?" she asked, and I managed to stammer out "G-good." "Jane is in the bathroom, but she asked me to call you and let you know she'll be home in about an hour." My mind was racing. What did she know? Were you still sitting there coaching her what to say? Were you both drunk? It didn't matter. I was lying here, suddenly scared shitless, but still hard as a rock. "Oh, here she is," said Amanda. "By the way, nice picture!" My eyes shot open wide as your voice came on the line, talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Hey babe," you said, casually. "Did Tab tell you? We'll be leaving in a few minutes, so I'll be home soon." I started to speak, but there was no chance. CLICK. You hung up. A few seconds later my phone vibrated again with a text message. I hope you're still touching yourself. I want to find you there on the bed as I'm picturing you when I get there. I didn't even know what to write back. I couldn't make sense of what had just happened. All I knew was that my heart was racing, and my cock was twitching. Then, one more text message... Oh, Amanda may stop by for a few minutes. See ya! :-) Shocked and Surprised Main Cast Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband. Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife. * I got home from work early one Tuesday and walked into the house. My wife of 8 years, Anne, who greeted me at the door most days, was not to be found. She had quit her job last year and was trying to write a book, so she was usually home when I got there and I loved being met at the door by a loving, and sometimes horny, wife. Our sex life had improved substantially once she gave up a high pressure job that had left her tired and irritable many days. The result was that we were both happier. We didn't have enough money to take any fantastic vacations, but it was definitely worth it. I put my laptop down and looked around. There was no sign of her. Then I heard her car pull into the garage. I waited in the kitchen, where the entry was from the garage, and she came bounding in wearing sweat pants and a large sweatshirt, and was carrying her gym bag. "Hey, honey, you beat me home." I gave her a chaste kiss. "Yeah, got everything done I had to at work, so I left early." "Great. I was at the gym, trying to keep those 30's at bay." I laughed and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against me. "I love the way you are keeping those rapidly advancing years at bay." She giggled and hit me. "They aren't advancing that fast." "On you they don't appear to be advancing at all." I put my face into her neck and nuzzled her a little. "Why don't I show you my appreciation?" She pushed me back. "How about I take a quick shower first?" I smiled. "Want some company?" She laughed. "I think not today. How about I join you in the bedroom as soon as I'm done? You can 'get ready' for me." She pulled on my tie. Lately she had been almost insatiable. Lucky me! I chuckled. 'Get ready' was her euphemism for get naked and be in bed with an erection. She had always called it that. "You're on." She went upstairs and I could hear her start the shower. I followed a couple of seconds later after grabbing some water. I knew that she would be thirsty and that I might be, too. I entered the bedroom and undressed. She was out in only a few minutes and came into the bedroom wearing her towel. By then I was naked and laying on the bed. I lay there, displaying myself and when she came out she giggled. "Mmmm. I like coming out of the shower and finding a naked man in my bed." I smiled and stretched, lifting my hips briefly so that my package was on prominent display and then lay back with my legs spread. She walked over and stared directly at it. I was not hard yet, but it was a little chubby. "But it looks like you aren't completely ready." She reached down and stopped her hand just short of grabbing my dick. "Maybe you need some assistance with that?" I grinned. "Maybe some oral assistance." She giggled. "You dirty old man." She looked directly into my eyes and put her hand on my dick. "You want me to suck your big, hard cock?" Wow. She could really get playful at times and it turned me on to hear her talk like that. "Mmmm." At that point I was a man of few words having lost all blood flow to my brain. I groaned as she moved her face closer to my crotch and kept squeezing my dick with her hand. She reached my dick and she cupped it in her hand and licked from the bottom to the top. I reached up and grabbed her towel as she was bent over the side of the bed. I yanked and it fell to the floor. Anne looked up at me and grinned as she then sucked my rapidly hardening dick into her mouth. "Ooohhh." I put my head back and groaned. She started sucking in earnest then and I was hard in no time. While she did I ran my hand up the back of her legs to her ass and started running my fingers up and down her crack, trying to burrow between her legs to her pussy. She pulled back. "I think you're ready now." I smiled and she climbed over my crotch, placing her pussy directly on top of it. "I think I need some warming up, too." She slid her pussy back and forth over my dick, rubbing it up and down her crack and started stimulating her clit. She stopped and gave me an evil grin. "Ready to return the favor?" I grinned back at her. "You know it." She knew I loved feasting on her delicious little pussy, so she crawled up my body until she could place her pussy directly over my face. I noticed that she had decided to shave off almost all of her pubic hair. She had only a small triangle above her slit. "Mmmm. I love shaved pussy." She moaned as I first touched it. "Mmmm. That's nice. I'm glad you like it. Whoa!" I started slowly licking up her crack, finding her opening and running my tongue through it, and then reaching her clit and licking over the top of it. It tasted like something different. It was sweet and smelled different, too, but I couldn't place it. She started squirming. I loved it, but I loved watching and seeing her enjoy it so I rolled us both to the side and she squealed. She didn't expect that. She giggled as I put her on her back and pushed her legs open. "See something you like?" She was really playful today and I smiled as I lowered my face to her already very wet pussy. Her smell was delicious and I realized that she must have used something. "Something smells a little different." She giggled. "Don't you like strawberries?" "Oh, yeah." I realized that she must have used something to make her pussy taste and smell like strawberries. It was wonderful. I devoured her pretty little pussy just like the strawberries it pretended to be. She loved it. She was so wet so fast and started immediately thrashing about. She was definitely worked up. "Oh, baby... mmmm... oh... fuck... ugh... ugh... UGH!" She came so quick I was surprised. Three or four minutes into sex and she had an orgasm. Usually she took longer. I waited for her to calm a little and then slid up over her body. "Somebody was really horny today." She was still breathing hard. "Oh, yeah. I was ready today." I smiled and kissed her, making her taste herself on me. She didn't seem to mind, although it was not something she usually did. She reached down and lined up my cock with her opening. "Fuck me, now. I need it badly." I slowly entered her, picking up the wetness so that my dick would slide easily back and forth. I went to the bottom and she moaned. "God, your dick feels so good in me." I watched her closely. She was not usually a talker once we got to the actual fucking. She could tease me at the beginning, but once we got going she was usually just moans and groans. This was a first, so I returned the banter. "Yes, my dick does feel good in your hot... wet... cunt." I dragged out the last few words and waited for her reaction. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me. That word was not common in either of our vocabularies, but it seemed to spur her on today. She moaned and started thrusting up at me. I obliged and started working my dick back and forth, feeling how she rose up to meet each thrust and grunted at the point of deepest penetration each time. I stared at her and she had her eyes closed now. Her entire chest had a light sheen of sweat and was turning bright red. I knew she was close again and I knew that I wanted to cum in her. I started thrusting hard, making sure that when I was buried that I rolled my hips, stimulating her clit. This always got her off good. "Oh, honey!" She spoke again so I thrust harder and her moaning increased. "Ugh... ugh...." She kept up the grunting and then as she got close I could tell that I was going to cum, too. One of the benefits of a regular partner was that we knew each other's bodies so well. Right when she got there I buried my dick in her and just rolled my hips around, grinding on her clit. Her orgasm was one of the most intense I had ever seen her have. I could see every muscle in her body tense up as she reached it and then it happened several more times as each roll of my hips caused each successive wave of her orgasm to wash over her. She finally relaxed, but I was close, so I resumed my fucking and did it quickly. She recognized it immediately and held me close. "Cum in me, honey. Fill me up!" Again, more than she had ever vocalized before and I tensed up as my orgasm hit. I shot spurt after spurt deep into her and my dick was so sensitive that I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't not thrust either. It was glorious. I thrust until I collapsed on her, exhausted. We were quiet for a moment. Finally, Anne spoke into my ear. "I think we were both pretty worked up today." I pushed myself up and looked down at her. "You were very worked up and came quickly. Then, when you spoke up like you haven't done before, it really turned me on. It was so different that it pushed me harder." She smiled. "I'm glad. I really enjoyed that." She looked over at the clock. "Although, it really only took about 15 minutes." She laughed. "Does that matter?" I asked her with a smile. "Not in the least. I came so hard that I thought I was going to get a cramp in my leg from my workout." I laughed. "That would have been bad timing." "You got that right!" She moved a little so I got off her, but she didn't want me to get up. "Just lay here for a moment and then we'll go get some dinner." I lay on my side and she turned away so that we could spoon. She loved cuddling in this position. After a few minutes we got up and went about the rest of our night. I was happier than I had been in a long time. I only wish that I hadn't looked in her gym bag when I picked it up to put it away. Anne had left it in the bathroom and when I went in there and she went downstairs to see what we could do about dinner, I figured I'd be nice and put it in her closet. Big mistake. Huge. It was unzipped and I could see something shiny in there. I pulled it out and it was a g-string. Not just any g-string, but a metallic gold one. I looked in there some more and there was a matching bikini top that consisted of two one-inch triangles and some strings. I had never seen this before. I looked to see what else was in there and I found another one in silver. I was shocked. Okay, maybe she was going to surprise me with it at some point. Our sex life, while not what I would consider boring, was somewhat normal. I dug deeper under her clothes. I poked around some more and found a short plaid skirt that looked like something she wore when she went to her Catholic girl's high school. But this one was only about 12 inches in length from waist to hem and probably wouldn't have even covered her bubble butt. Finally, at the bottom of the bag was the item that really threw me off. There was a jar of something and I looked at it closely. It said it was a lightly scented body powder with sparkles. I opened the jar and stared at it. It was like something I saw on a stripper when one of my basketball teammates had a bachelor party and wanted to go to a strip joint. I remember complaining because after they had bought me a lap dance I had ended up with sparkles on me. I looked at myself in the mirror. What was going on? We were getting along better than we had in a long time. Our sex life was amazing and we were talking about everything. I didn't think there had been any secrets between us, but what was this? Was it a surprise she was planning for me? Then why two string bikinis? Why the powder? I didn't think she even knew what it was. How was I going to approach this? Should I confront her? I couldn't figure out what to do. I put her bag down and tried to rearrange it back the way it was. I was getting ready to leave the bathroom when I heard Anne coming up the stairs. I grabbed my robe and flushed the toilet. Anne waltzed in. "Hey, what's taking so long? I threw some linguine on the stove and I want to put some clothes on so I don't get cold. Can you go watch it?" "Sure." I didn't say a word about her bag. I walked out of the bathroom and thru our bedroom to the hall. I peeked between the door and the jamb to see what she did about the bag. I saw her look furtively toward the door and then down at her bag. She rummaged in it and it looked like she was making sure that everything was covered up by her sweats, which she put in there and then she put it in her closet. I rushed downstairs, feeling bad about spying on her, but increasingly worried about my discovery. What in the world was she doing with those items that she was keeping from me? We had always talked about everything. It was what I would call typical stripper garb. I couldn't see her being a stripper, but I had heard stranger things from my friends. Was that it? Was she a stripper? Was she having an affair and using this as props for playing games? Oh, fuck! Was that it? Was she cheating on me? I checked on the linguine and sat down. Anne was down in a couple of minutes. She ruffled my hair and hugged my head to her chest. "Thanks, honey. I really needed that today." She giggled and I looked up at her. "Yeah, no problem." She could tell my playfulness was gone. "You okay?" "Yeah. Something just came to mind about work. Sorry, I zoned out." She turned and I watched her finish the linguine. I finally got up and set the table. My wife was not beautiful, but she was cute, in fantastic shape, and would probably make a very desirable stripper... or a lover. She was great in bed. Fuck! This was driving me nuts. After dinner I tried to think about what to do. I came up with a plan that I thought would help me figure it out. For the first time in my life I was afraid to talk about something openly with my wife. My only choice was to take some time off work on days when she would be out and see where she went. It would not be easy, but I had to know. It was going to kill me not knowing. I found out that night that she would be at the gym again on Thursday, or so she said. I left for work on Thursday morning after a kiss on the cheek, wondering what the day was going to bring. To be continued...