Wife's Working Holiday Tales (3): The Bedroom Lights Were Off

The bedroom lights were off. Only the faint glow leaking from the small smartphone screen illuminated our faces in the darkness. We lay side by side on the bed. She was resting her head on my arm, lying on her side, whispering right into my ear. And her other hand was gently caressing my thing again, which had swelled up under the covers.

On the screen, a version of her from a past I didn't know was tangled up with strange men. It was a horrific sight. But I couldn't tear my eyes away. Her whispers and her touch pinned me in place.

"See that white guy on screen now?"

Her breath tickled my earlobe. Her fingers lightly scratched the tip of my thing.

"His name was David."

I swallowed hard. I tried my best to act nonchalant, to stay calm. But my heart was pounding like mad, and my breathing grew ragged.

"Not as big as Miles... but still, a pretty huge white cock. I think he was the basketball team captain at school... big guy, super strong."

Her voice was so calm. Like someone flipping through an old photo album, reminiscing. That serenity made me feel even more pathetic.

On screen, the guy named David grabbed her hair and thrust his hips roughly. She wore an expression that mixed pain with some kind of ecstasy.

"Of course... he was amazing in bed too."

Her touch grew bolder. She wrapped her whole palm around me and started stroking up and down slowly.

"Maybe 'cause of his build, but his stamina... it was insane. Once we started, it was always two or three hours at least. I'd pass out every time."

"Hngh...!"

I couldn't hold back the moan. I bit my lip in a panic. I didn't want to make that sound. I didn't want to show how turned on I was in this humiliating situation.

But my body wasn't mine anymore.

"What's wrong, honey? You okay?"

She asked in an innocent voice. But she bit her lip slightly. She knew exactly what was happening. Her hand didn't stop. If anything, it sped up, gripped harder.

"Oh, this guy especially loved doing it from behind... right here, see? Me on all fours, him pounding from the back. He said he loved how his huge thing filled me up completely..."

On screen, she shook her ass in time with David's thrusts. Slap, slap—the sound of flesh smacking flesh came vividly through the speaker.

"S-stop... nngh..."

What came out of my mouth wasn't resistance—it was a moan close to a cry of pleasure.

She kept nibbling my earlobe and whispering.

"Don't like it? Don't wanna hear more? About how hard David spanked my ass? How I cried it hurt but kept shaking my hips to take it... stuff like that?"

"Haa... ngh...!"

I couldn't answer. I wanted to shake my head no, but my body reacted honestly. My hips twitched in time with her strokes.

I wanted to hear more. More details, more miserably, confirming her past right in my ear. To realize through the marks those men left on her body just how worthless I was.

A perverted desire had completely overtaken me.

She stopped nibbling my earlobe and watched my reaction for a moment. Her eyes held a cautious question—like she was checking if I was really okay, if we could keep going with this madness.

But it was too late to stop. Panting, I whispered almost like a plea.

"...Keep... keep going."

At my words of surrender, a faint smile spread across her lips. A complex mix of relief and satisfaction. She nodded like she understood, then breathed hot against my ear again. Her hand gripped me once more and started moving slowly.

"David... he especially loved doing it outdoors. This one's from broad daylight, behind the school in the woods..."

The screen changed. In a forest where sunlight filtered through the leaves, she leaned against a tree in just her school uniform shirt, legs spread. David wedged himself between them, thrusting away—the whole scene captured perfectly.

"Heart pounding 'cause someone might walk by... but weirdly, that made it even hotter. The thrill of maybe getting caught... felt like my heart would explode. David covered my mouth so I couldn't make a sound..."

"Hngh...! Did... anyone... see...?"

I blurted out the question without thinking. In this twisted play, I was turning from spectator into participant.

She pretended to think, then grinned mischievously.

"Who knows... felt like someone was watching from far off... but not sure. Would've been even better if they did, right, honey?"

"Haaah...!"

Her teasing words made my hips buck hard. Her hand sped up. Amused by my reaction, she moved on to the next story.

Her fingers swiped through the phone, pausing at one video. The gangbang one I'd seen in the car.

"Wasn't just David, obviously."

Her voice dropped lower, intimate like sharing a secret.

"At Miles' parties... it was always like this. This was probably my birthday party. Miles called it a gift—invited all his friends."

On screen, she was naked, no underwear, surrounded by several black guys. Their hands roamed her body without rest.

"Scary at first. Didn't know who was who... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands everywhere... drunk and high, mind completely gone. Felt like my body wasn't mine anymore—just a doll for the guys..."

"Doll... hngh..."

"Yeah. Everyone's doll. One grabs my tits, another spreads my legs... Miles watched and loved it... and seeing him happy strangely put me at ease. Like I was really his toy..."

Her story grew more explicit. Her hand showed no mercy now—like recreating the rough touches from the video, gripping me tight and jerking fast.

I gave up resisting. I just surrendered to the fragments of her past she whispered and the pleasure from her hand. Everything blurred, reality fading.

"Haa, haa... ngh... more... anything more...?"

In the end, I begged for more first. She gazed at me lovingly and showed the thumbnail of the next video. Her face, tear-streaked, with a huge dildo in her mouth.

"This one's... a bit special."

Her hand paused. Then, like a devil, she whispered in my ear.

"Wanna see this too, honey?"

Her finger tapped the thumbnail. I swallowed dryly. Watching my reaction, she started the story carefully, her voice laced with excitement.

"Miles... sometimes when he was away, he'd tell me to film myself masturbating and send it."

Her tone held no shame—just sweet nostalgia, thrilling excitement.

"Said he wanted to see me wet and thinking of him even when he wasn't there... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so I'd send him this."

On screen, she pulled a black, massive dildo from a box. The exact one I'd found on the living room sofa. But her expression wasn't what I'd imagined. No tears. Instead, flushed with anticipation, she caressed it eagerly.

She purred those words at the camera seductively. The shock hit me like a punch to the head.

That... wasn't the wife I knew. I'd never seen her so vulgar, so openly craving.

Her hand mimicked it, gripping and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shaking me.

"Every night, I'd wait for Miles with this. Practicing ahead so when his real thing came in... I'd feel it even better. Like molding my insides completely to his shape."

"Hngh... ngh...!"

My moans choked off. Her story continued. Her fingers swiped again, pausing at a video. A man who looked like Miles sat in a chair; she knelt at his feet.

"That day... Miles said I was extra obedient, so he gave me a special reward."

The word "reward" chilled my blood. On screen, without hesitation, she pulled down Miles' pants and buried her face between his ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was really licking around his asshole. Like a starving dog lapping at a bowl, her tongue worked frantically, pleasuring his hole. Her other hand even rubbed her own pussy unconsciously—showing how turned on she was just from that.

At that horrific scene, heat exploded in my gut. Shame and arousal mixed, driving me insane.

"Haa, ah, nngh...!"

"And... that wasn't the end."

She played the final video. Miles was cumming into a beer glass. Then he handed it to her.

"He told me to drink it. Said he'd added his special sauce... eat up nice and tasty..."

I couldn't breathe. On screen, lost in ecstasy, she craved his cum even more desperately. When he dumped a thick load into the beer, she chugged it without pause, then opened wide, stuck out her tongue to show it was all gone.

At that moment, my last thread of sanity snapped.

"Ah... aah... aaah!"

Splurt, splurt!

Without warning, my hips arched like a bow with a scream-like moan. Hot liquid soaked the covers. An explosive orgasm beyond my control.

A bliss I'd never felt before, twisted with ultimate humiliation.

All strength drained from my body as I slumped on the bed.

"Oh my..."

Surprised by my intense reaction, she whispered softly. Her hand stopped. In the dark, her eyes gazing down at my sticky, drenched thing seemed to sparkle.