Lily's Random Thoughts

Soooo... Imagine you are my husband. A perfect husband, loving and caring, and totally in love. And you're happy. Imagine you're satisfied, content with a life with your lovely wife. Life couldn't get any better.

But that would be a lie. Not a complete lie, its mostly true. You are in love with your wife, you are lucky to have her, but... a small part of you questioned if these feelings were reciprocated.

There were hints of your wife having an affair. Her getting unexpectedly delayed on the way home, the warm smiles on her face when she's texting, sometimes the smile will be replaced with a look of absolute craving, subconsciously her tongue wetting her lips as her eyes stare at something on her phone. Despite not being a morning person, she had been excited to wake up early and leave for her day. Even humming a tune as she got ready.

It was as if she was in love. You knew that because you've seen all those signs before. Back when you were dating Lily, and when you proposed to her.

Now you see that same love in your wife but something told you this time her love was not aimed at you. So you ignored those signs and suppressed the doubts and pretended your life was perfect. More importantly, you pretended your wife loved you.

Besides you were too much of a man to let her know you were jealous. Too much of a man to show your insecurities. Too much of a man for this... too much of a man for that... But that feeling too was not reciprocated. Your wife didn't think of you as a man at all.

And she proved it last night when she chose another man.

It was her friend's Christmas party. She wanted to go alone but you insisted on joining, hoping to rekindle the lost romance by spending more time with her.

"You don't know any of them," your wife said, sitting in the passenger seat. "Why do you insist?"

"Well, I want to meet your friends," you said, sneaking a glance at her as you drive.

She looked ravishing. She was wearing a glistening sea green maxi dress, the deep plunge on the front came all the way down to her navel, displaying her creamy and braless cleavage on her 34D. The seat belt going through her valley only made them look even more appealing. Her long legs were crossed at the knees. The high side slit on her dress wasn't hiding much. In fact, it wasn't hiding anything because you could see she wasn't wearing panties. From the right angle, you could see her bare pussy.

"Do you have to wear that?" you asked. "I could pracrically see all of you."

"Don't be a prude," your wife said, and continued texting on her phone.

You got to the party, excited that you would finally get to meet her friends. Both of you walked through the front doors, your arm on her back. Her backless dress exposed all of her creamy back and a hint of her ass cheeks. You loved the feeling of touching her bare skin, it sent a tingle through your body. You looked at her to see if she felt that too but her eyes were searching the crowd.

The host of the party were a lovely couple in their 30s, similar age to you and your wife. They came forward to welcome you. While the two women walked away, their arms locked at their elbow, you and the host husband walked to the backyard where more people were standing around and socializing.

You were having fun mingling with people and getting to know your wife's friends. Every time you introduced yourself you saw the unmistaken surprise on their face and their attempts to hide it.

"You don't believe I'm Lily's husband?" you asked.

"I'm just surprised she brought you to the party" a woman said but then stopped herself abrubtly. "I meant, she said she was coming alone."

"That was the plan, but I insisted on coming," you said.

"Just like how Lily insists on-" another woman began saying but a man standing next to her subtly pulled her aside.

"Uh, we'll go get more drinks," he said, pulling the woman away.

You realized the woman was a little tipsy and was giggling as she was dragged away.

Pushing the thought away, you excused yourself saying, "I need a refill too."

You walked away to the bar and as the bartender was making your drink, two men came to stand beside you. They were talking among themselves and didn't pay attention to you.

"Did you meet Lily's husband?" one of them was said.

Your ears perked up. Pretending to not listen, you shut off the music and other noise from the party, and focused on the conversation next to you.

"No, but I hear she brought him tonigh,t" the second man said. "So its true? You met him?"

"Yes, its true. I haven't met him. I heard he's in the backyard."

"He must be the most cluless man alive."

The two men laughed.

"Where is Lily anyway?" the first man asked.

"With her man, of course, where else," the second said.

"With her husband? I didn't see her in the backyard."

"No, not her husband. She's with her man. I saw them in the living room."

The bartender placed your order in front of you. You picked the drink and made your way to the living room.

Your eyes searched for your wife just the way her eyes were searching someone a while ago. Then you found her.

Your wife standing among a small group, chatting, laughing. She was in the arms of a man, leaning into him, her hand on his chest, her face full of smiles as they talked to others. The man's hand was on her back, dangerously close to her ass. They were standing so close to each other that every time she turned her head to look up at the man, their faces were only inches away.

Jealousy and anger filled you. You dropped your drink and marched to your wife. You grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.

"What're you doing?" your wife shrieked.

"Well what are YOU doing?" you said. "You're practically rubbing yourself on him. And this thing you're wearing is just an excuse for clothing! You're practically naked and letting him wrap his arm around you."

She opened her mouth to say something but her man stepped in between you and separated the two of you.

"You need to calm down," the man said.

"And YOU need to keep your hands to yourself," you said, angrily.

You reached for your wife, but she pulled away from you. The man got in between again, and this time, he pushed you back. You lost your balance and fell back onto the floor.

The crowd instantly went quiet and gathered around the unfolding scene.

"Stop embarassing yourself," the man said. "Just go home."

"I'm leaving and I'm taking my wife with me."

The man chuckled. Maybe you heard a few chuckles from the crowd too.

"Everyone here knows she's my woman. Looks like you're the only idiot who hasn't accepted that yet."

"She's MY wife. She loves ME. We luv each other," you said. The force in your went down with every word, as if you didn't believe in it yourself.

The man and others around you chuckled again. You were starting to feel the weight of the situation. The humiliation settled in you, choking the words in your throat, making you speechless. And that only increased your humiliation.

The man looked down on you and said "You believe that don't you? Let's see if we can prove it." He turned around to look at your wife and said "If you love your husband then help him stand up and go with him. But if you love me then come to me."

You watched in horror as your loving wife walked to him, without hesitation and not even giving you a glance. She walked into his arms, their bodies pressing into each other. She looked up into her lover's eyes, got on her toes to get closer to his face. Their lips were so close almost touching.

And in a voice full of love and cravings and lust, your wife looked into the man's eyes and said "I love you.

Your wife's lover smiled, an evil grin as he looked at your horrified face, and he leaned into your wife's lips for a long passionate deep kiss with lots of tongue. All the while he looked at you, and you couldn't take your eyes off your wife.

Finally he pulled away from the kiss, your wife seemed reluctant to let him pull back, but eventually settled to kissing his neck.

The man looked at you and said "You still don't believe it, do you? Let me prove it in a better way."

And he started stripping your wife in front of everyone. You tried to stop him, but you got pushed away. This time your own wife pushed you away so a man could strip her naked in front of everyone.

Then the man unziped his pants and shoved his cock into your wife. Your wife moaned in pleasure, you've haven't heard her moan like that for you.

Your wife and her lover collapsed on the couch. She straddled him, their lips on each other's mouth, their tongues danced. They both humped. Their fucking started slow, but soon they got their rhythm and fucked faster and harder. Your wife's moan got louder even as her mouth was covered my her lover's mouth.

He grabbed your wife's ass, his big fingers digging into her creamy bare skin and leaving a mark.

Everyone watched the two of lovers, completely forgetting that you were even there. You really felt like you had disappeared until the man slowed down, pulling away once again from kissing, your wife once again fighting to keep his mouth on hers.

"I want to tell him," the man said.

Your wife froze and looked into her lover's eyes. Very faintly, she shook her head.

The man grabbed her throat. Your wife's automatic response was to moan, bring her tongue out, and slow deep hump on his cock that was still inside her.

"Do you love me?" he asked in a controlling voice.

"I love you," your wife said.

Her lover spit in her mouth, making your wife moan again. "Are you my bitch? Do I own your cunt?"

Your wife nodded, her tongue still hanging, her eyes full of lust and need.

He spit into her mouth again.

"I want you to tell him," he said.

At your wife's hesitation he slapped her face. A primal moan came from your wife. You never knew she was capable of such sounds. You never knew she could get that horny and needy.

The man pushed her away from his cock, and stood up. With his hand still around her throat, he kept her at a distance from his body.

Your wife was humping the air, desperately trying to get back on her lover's cock. Her cunt was aching to be reunited with its rightful lover. She thrashed desperately, begged, her mouth open and tongue out hoping for her lover's mouth and spit.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"I love you," your wife said breathily, still humping the empty air between her and the man.

"Will you tell him?" he asked in a controlling voice.

"Yes, I will."

With an evil grin, the man kissed your wife and said "That's my whore."

The man bent your wife and lined his cock at the entrace of her cunt. Her face, full of primal lust, was now facing you.

With one swift thrust, her lover shoved his cock deep into her. A satisfying grin covered you wife's face, her eyes locked on you. What little hesitation she had, vanished in that moment.

You knew whatever she was going to say, she had no regret, no remorse.

"Our child... you are not the father," your wife said.

Her face contorted as she orgasmed. The words made her orgasm. Because her lover hadn't even moved, he had his cock stuffed in her but he wasn't fucking her. Just the words... they were enough to make your wife orgasm.

As the orgasm subsided, an evil grin took its place on your wife's face. In that moment, you saw the real Lily. Not the image of your wife you had imagined all this time, but you saw the piece of slutty flesh that lived for sex and lust. You knew you had lost her, and deep inside you knew she will leave her lover too someday. She was a creature of lust, she couldn't be satisfied by just one man. She will want more. She will do to him what she was making you go through in that moment. But all that didn't change the fact, you had lost her.

The man laughed and pulled your wife's hair. He began thrusting into her. They were deep thrusts, making your wife moan with each push. Her tits were swaying with every thurst. The man reached forward to grab one of her boobs and pulled her back, making her lean back into his chest.

Your wife turned her head and her tongue eagerly searched for her lover's mouth.

The man grinned at you and said "You hear that? I am the father of her first child. Yes, I said first child. Because right now I'm going to give her a second."

That drove your wife wild. "Yes, breed me. Get your bitch pregnant."

The man kissed her deep then looked at you.

"What are you going to do?" he asked you. "Are you man enough to stop me from getting your wife pregnant in front of everyone? They saw it happen the first time, so why not second time as well? Are you man enough to stop me? Or will you walk away in humiliation?"

Still lying on the floor, under the weight of your humiliation, you finally realized what all of your wife's friends already knew. You are not the man you thought you were. You're barely a man. Maybe, you're worse than that. Because instead of walking away in shame and humiliation, you stayed on the floor and watched your wife get used like a slut. You watched her get pregnant by a better man.

And it turned you on.