Tomorrow Will Be Much Better

There is backstory for this next part, so please read Tuesday Will Be Much Better.

This story contains cheating, cuckolding and some bisexuality. If that's not your thing then there are so many other great stories on here from authors that write a lot better than me.

I also want to explain why watching my wife cheat is arousing and heartbreaking at the same time. I've always been a voyeur and catching anyone in a private moment of pleasure, whether alone or with someone else has always been a massive kink.

This started in university when I ran into a girl that I had formally dated for a month being fingered at a party around the side of a house. They didn't see me and I watched in the shadows until she came hard. I hadn't gotten that far with her and to see someone else better me like that in public was an unexpected turn on.

To see it happen to my wife was arousing too but of course, betrayal hurts more.

...

It had been four weeks since I had stumbled on my wife's affair with Mark. Now, while I am usually the type to confront problems quickly and calmly, in this instance I chose to keep quiet while the affair continued.

I couldn't keep going home on a Tuesday to check that my wife was getting laid so I did what any voyeur nerd would do and set up a very discreet camera in our walk-in robe facing the bed. It was hidden in an old jacket that Sarah both hated and refused to touch. I felt guilty spying but the torture of seeing her naked, sweaty and being railed was downright addictive.

Each Tuesday was the same. I'd kiss my wife goodbye and then at 10am Mark would arrive. Over the course of the next few hours they'd fuck multiple times while the small lense caught it all. I wasn't able to watch in real time and each indiscretion would play on my office computer monitor after my staff had left for the day.

I hated that it was turning me on because it truly hurt like hell. In any endeavour in my life I have always hated falling short, and by the way she came on his eight inch dick I could tell that I was not meeting her minimum requirements. I'd been bested.

It's profoundly odd to say you have a favourite scene of your wife's betrayal, but one particular dalliance nearly had me exploding before my fly was unzipped.

It was round two for the day and Sarah was being taken from behind on our marital bed. Her beautifully plump ass was in the air and her back was arched. With arms splayed in front of her and her face in the mattress, her pale G cup breasts pooled out on either side of her body. They were going hard.

Thump, thump, thump.

That wall and headboard are slowly getting destroyed, I thought.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Oh, unh, Mark! Fuuuuck!"

"You love it when I fuck you hard," he panted through the exertion.

"Yessss.....it's so deep. Ohhhh," she grunted.

"Deeper than your husband?" he asked.

She laughed, "what the fuck do you think?"

The pace was constant and his thrusts were both powerful and deep. Even on the video I could see the sheen of sweat on Sarah's back as he rutted her. She had already orgasmed once in this position, and it looked like she was on the edge of another.

"Maybe you should show John how to fuck so good," she panted. "Then he could clean you up. And me."

Well that's new, I thought. Sarah knew about my occasional cock sucking at university but I didn't think that knowledge would come to light as another man was inside her.

"I'd do it too," he responded. Good to know, asshole.

From there the talking stopped as the pace increased until with a deep grunt, Mark arched his back and unloaded directly into my wife's over stuffed pussy. When he pulled out, I had to picture the cum running down her leg because I couldn't see it from the angle of the camera.

They laid next to each other, kissing and touching until I saw Mark's impressive dick reach full hardness, ready for round three.

...

I couldn't go on like this so on the Thursday morning of the fourth week, I sent a text like a coward.

John: "I know that you've been sleeping with Mark on Tuesdays."

Sarah: "WTF? What are you talking about?"

John: "I saw you."

Sarah: "Oh god, ok. Can you come home to talk about it with me?"

Ninety minutes later, I arrived home and with a shaking hand I opened the door.

"In here," Sarah called out from the bedroom.

"Not in there, please," I called back. I'm not talking about it in the room they fucked in, I thought.

Seeking neutral ground, I perched myself on one end of our large sofa in the living room. Sarah, looking a mix of both sheepish and worried, sat close to me.

"How did you find out?" she asked.

I explained to her about my fitful sleep, how I woke to her masturbating and realising she was texting during it. She wasn't angry that I looked at her phone; which I guess she couldn't be given the circumstance.

"Why?" I asked.

Sarah took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. "Look, John, you're the only man I have ever loved. You were also the only man that I've slept with. You know, until recently."

I looked her in the eyes as she continued.

"We've been together for twelve years, and you're my best friend. But it's difficult when you work so hard. Sure, we have a great and secure life but I often miss my best friend."

"So you sought a replacement?" I asked her.

"No," she replied. "Definitely not. During my downtime I have been playing this game online. We have a Discord chat that...well...gets a bit racy..."

My face was impassive as I waited for her to continue.

"Anyway, Mark and I started a side chat about a couple of the players that we didn't really like and it went from there." She looked down at her hands.

"How did it turn sexual?" I asked. "You've never been quick to flirt but definitely quick to shut people down."

She paused. "Well, one of the other players told me that I needed a good lay and Mark offered to help with that in our side chat. I tried laughing it off and told him that sex generally hurts with you because of your width, so no thanks."

It was true. I'm not well hung by any stretch of the imagination but the girth had been either a big bonus or restrictive with former partners. Six and a half inches but very thick. I'd always get Sarah off before sex so that she'd be somewhat satisfied, which I jokingly referred to as due diligence. Obviously that wasn't enough.

Sarah continued, "Mark told me, long and thin for the win."

I snorted, I couldn't help it.

A small smile danced on her lips. "It escalated from there, more so because of my curiosity. I should have stopped it but I was swept up in the thrill."

"I get it," I responded. "I always wondered if you were curious having only slept with me. Different people have different chemistry and if you could have sex without pain I figured you'd enjoy it more."

"I'm sorry John, truly. Obviously I'll end it but I don't want to lose you either. You must be so mad."

"Strangely no," I said. "Hurt, yes. But I guess I understand how it happened. Plus when I saw you together..." I swallowed, "it turned me on. A lot."

"Really?" her eyebrows raised.

"Yes."

I sank to my knees in front of her and started pushing her dress up. After sliding her panties down her legs and off her small, delicate feet, I proceeded to lick her to several solid orgasms. Later that night, I reclaimed her in our bed. As I came as deep in her as possible, I couldn't help feeling like I was being compared and left decidedly wanting.

...

Over the next week we talked in detail about the situation and in the end I told Sarah that if she loved me and only me, then I think we should explore this, albeit carefully.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"No, but I'm open to trying. I'd want to be in the house, not necessarily watching from some kind of cuck chair, but the voyeur in me finds that thrilling."

She smiled, "I'll ask Mark, maybe for this weekend."

Of course, having heard the dirty talk about making me watch I knew that asshole would be wholly agreeable. I hadn't told Sarah about the camera because of the guilt I felt and resolved to keep it to myself. I wanted to feel like I still had some level of power and control, even if this was in the form of a secret. Despite this I had removed it for the time being.

...

Saturday evening was surreal to say the least. Sarah looked gorgeous like she did for so many of our date nights, only she was staying in with a lover while I camped in the guest room down the hall. She was wearing an off the shoulder black dress, with a strapless bra that pushed her already generous bust into further prominence. Her makeup was light though the dark mascara brought out her beautiful green eyes

At promptly 7pm, there was a knock at the door. Sarah opened it brightly and let Mark in. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, ignoring the fact I was a few metres away.

"Mark, this is John." Sarah introduced him as they disengaged.

"Hi John." Mark said, offering his hand. He had a wry smile play across his lips as I took his hand in a firm grip. "I'm glad we could make this happen."

"Sure," I offered, "you two have fun." With that I retreated to the guest room where a neat scotch was waiting for me. An evening scotch for me, normally, is a way to relax and wind down. My racing heart had other plans as my stomach started twisting in knots.

My hope was that Mark would leave after a few hours, though we hadn't discussed that detail and the thought of him staying the night - in my marital bed - was deliciously torturous. As I mulled this, I heard a knock on my door. Light but firm. It had only been ten minutes and I wondered why Sarah was checking in so soon.

My stomach dropped when I opened the door, only to see Mark standing there in boxer briefs. He was in shape but without a lot of defined muscle. Having seen his stamina I knew cardio was more his thing.

"Hey man," said Mark. "I want to make sure you're still cool with this."

"I am."

"It's just that I don't want you storming in and starting something because you can't handle the thought of me in there with Sarah," he continued.

I put my hand up to stop him. "It's okay Mark. I'm a big boy, I can live with my decisions."

"Actions speak louder than words," he said.

"What are you talking about?"

"I want you to show me you're okay with this." With this, he pulled down his underwear and tucked the waistband under his heavy balls. "Get me hard for your wife."

To say I was in shock was an understatement.

"You can't be fucking serious."

"I am,' he said while taking a step forward. "Jerk it for me."

I know I had a choice at that moment but I also had no real sense of clarity, so I reached out and circled my right hand around his half hard cock. I started a slow hand job but quickly got to a solid pace, thinking that if I got him hard quickly he might leave me the fuck alone.

"That's good, John. Just like that."

As Mark got harder I found my own dick coming to life. I was lost in the moment until his next words broke me out of my reverie. "Get on your knees."

"Mark, no, really."

"I wasn't asking," he said as he placed a hand on each shoulder and applied a firm downward pressure. "You're going to suck my dick."

The pressure on my shoulders and the absolute command of his words made my submission feel inevitable. I sank to my knees and with no further resistance, took Mark into my mouth. I started working his eight inches and had to admit that up close it was a very impressive dick.

After ten minutes of my mouth working his pole, with my left hand gripping his ass and my right holding his shaft, Mark pulled his dick from my mouth with a plop. He stepped backwards.

"Thanks John," he said quietly. "NOW I'm ready for your wife." His emphasis of the word now made my dick twitch.

With that dominant gesture taken care of, he strode to the master bedroom and closed the door. When I heard the lock click I knew I'd now be playing the waiting game.

It wasn't a long wait.

After a few long minutes, I could hear the muted sound of the headboard hitting the wall. I'll need to tighten the bolts on that frame this week, I thought to myself.

Thud, thud, thud.

I crept up to the door.

Thud, thud, thud.

"Ah, unh, ah, of, fuuuuck."

Thud, thud, thud. It was relentless.

"That's it Mark, fuck me into the fucking floor"

"I'm going to screw you all night, Sarah. Your husband needs to hear you like this."

"Yesss baby, I want him to hear! Unh, oh, fuuuuck"

My heart was pounding in my ears, though I found my arousal starting to be overshadowed with a sense of humiliation that I couldn't reconcile. I'm starting to hate this, I thought.

I retreated to the guest room and took a large sip of scotch. Faintly I heard Mark and Sarah continue to roughly fuck. After about forty minutes, they went silent and I realised that I had finished my scotch.

I went into the kitchen to pour a fresh drink. I heard the door to the master bedroom open down the hall and heard the soft padding of Sarah walking towards the kitchen. As I turned towards her, I was captivated by the sight of her in a loosely fitting robe. It showed the gap between and slight undersides of her large breasts and as she walked towards me I saw a glimpse of her swollen pussy lips.

Sarah's hair was a predictable mess but her green eyes still sparkled. Her chest had a sheen of sweat and her normally pale skin was pink from the exertion. Quite a workout, I thought to myself.

"How are you doing," she asked cautiously.

"I feel like I'm definitely missing out," I replied. Strange as it was, I didn't want to say anything to ruin her night.

As she reached up to open the kitchen cupboard where we kept our wine glasses, I saw the bottom of her curved arse and a slight glistening at the top of her left thigh. I started to get hard, though not fully.

Sarah retrieved two wine glasses before opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of fiano. Thirsty work I thought to myself.

She turned to me, "are you still okay with this?"

"I think I will be," I replied. "Lots going on in my head though."

"You're like that with everything in life," she pointed out.

I smiled. My wife knew me too well.

Her eyes left mine and travelled down to my crotch. I had no doubt that she could see the outline of my cock in my shorts. Closing the distance she reached out, squeezed my package and kissed me. As her tongue danced across mine, I could taste a saltiness that I knew from recent experience was Mark's dick.

"Don't cum tonight," she teased. "I will need this tomorrow."

"So he's staying?"

"Not sure, let's see how much energy I have."

With that Sarah grabbed the bottle and wine glasses and retreated to our bedroom without me.

...

The only time Sarah is completely uninhibited with me in bed is after a few drinks. She didn't have quite that level of shyness with Mark and the wine loosened her up further.

About an hour after she went back to bed with the wine, and after they'd resumed fucking, she got really quite vocal. Amongst the grunting, moaning and prolonged orgasms that were seemingly the best of her life, she got daring.

I had tried to look through the ensuite window however the pocket door to the master bedroom was closed. As I returned to the guest room I left the door open so I could listen in. I've always been great at deductive reasoning so I could piece together what was going on. Through the sounds I knew he fucked her face. Through her pleading I knew he had taken her anally. The latter was ground we had only tried once but had abandoned due to my girth.

Around 2am, the rhythmic thudding of the headboard rocked me off to sleep. In honour of Sarah's wishes I didn't masturbate.

...

I awoke around 9am to a silent house. I wasn't quite hungover but my mouth was pretty dry. I went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water and felt instantly better.

As I stared out the kitchen window at a bird pecking at the ground, I heard it start again.

Thump, thump, thump.

Dear lord, I thought. She won't be able to walk today. I then realised that the sound was less muffled than last night. Quietly, I edged down the hall where the door to the master was cracked open slightly. In their haste or drunken state, they had not closed or locked it again.

Carefully, I peered in and saw Sarah riding Mark solidly. The room was a mess and the smell of sex filled my nose. Her back was slick with sweat and I could see her ass flex and jiggle.

"Unh, oh, yes. Baby, yes."

Mark was moaning softly as well.

Sarah quickened and within a minute Mark tensed an unloaded into her yet again. Collapsing on top of him, Sarah told him she was spent. I retreated back to the guest room as I heard the shower start up.

Mark didn't stay long after that and didn't say goodbye to me before he left. In the guest room I laid staring at the ceiling when Sarah came in quietly.

"We're done," she stated, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Quite a night," I said. "You must be sore. Will he be staying over again soon?"

"No," she replied, looking me in the eye. "We're done, as in fully done. We talked last night and I told him that my life is with you. My curiosity is satisfied and I don't need to keep doing this. One man is more than enough."

"Are you sure? Sounds like you were really in your element there."

Sarah swatted my shoulder playfully. "Like I could keep that up every week. I'm 38 years old and that type of behaviour has a shelf life. I'm done!"

"Not quite," I said as I pulled her robe open. I revealed her hard, pink nipples first before the robe fell from her shoulders, leaving her naked. My right hand made its way between her legs. She was wet, probably a combination of both her and Mark.

As I stared into her eyes, her mouth was slightly open. It didn't take her long to stiffen as her climax took hold. She was still riding that high when I grabbed her, pulled her over my body and laid her on her back.

Sarah instinctively opened her legs as I pulled down my underwear. There was no ceremony here, just a retaking of my wife. I plunged deep and held myself there as I kissed her deeply. Holding myself up with my left arm, I licked my right thumb before running it over her clit in a circular motion. I didn't thrust, not yet.

Sarah gave me an almost pleading look as she neared her peak, only the second time ever when I had been inside her. As she was about to crest, I pressed my thumb on her clit and started pushing my thick cock in and out of her.

Sarah came. Thank god.

As she spasmed around my dick, I picked up my pace to reach my own climax. As I got there, I did something I had never done.

I pulled out to cum on her.

The build up from last night's state of arousal with no release was immense. Ropes of semen sprayed from me. The first streamed between those massive tits I love so much and reached as far as the bottom of her chin. The next hit her left nipple. More ropes sprayed over her curved belly and onto the pussy that was now mine again.

Collapsing next to her, we both laughed up at the ceiling.

After she had caught her breath, Sarah said, "Weekends are much better than Tuesday."