Listening From The Guest Room

It had been five minutes since Marcus had texted me that he and Stephanie were leaving the restaurant. My heart had been racing in my chest ever since. Actually, my heart had been racing from the minute I watched my husband get ready for his date.

He kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this, so I reassured him multiple times I did. I don’t think he realized how much of a fantasy this was for me, and I was thrilled when he agreed to make it happen.

I headed into the guest room, not wanting to risk being seen when my husband and Stephanie came through the front door, and sat down on the bed, waiting. My pussy was already wet and throbbing, and when I finally heard the car doors slam outside, the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

I listened carefully as they stepped into the living room.

“Can I get you anything?” Marcus asked.

I wondered what Stephanie had worn for the date. She was a beautiful woman. I was taken aback when I saw that she had swiped on Marcus on Tinder. Not that my husband is an unattractive man by any means, but Stephanie looked like she could be a model. She had beautiful, sleek red hair and green eyes that really popped.

Now here she was, in my house. It all seemed so unreal.

I could hear them go into the bedroom, Stephanie giggling as she went. I laid down on the guest bed and listened intently. These walls were so thin. Marcus and I had had friends stay with us last summer for an entire month and were too self-conscious to have sex because you can really hear every single thing. That’s the downside of having an older house, although right now, it was playing to my advantage.

I closed my eyes and slid my hands down my shorts, touching myself first through the thin fabric of my panties. I could hear Stephanie laughing and moaning. Marcus had probably undressed her and was kissing her neck. I pictured him sliding his mouth down her flat stomach and finally ending up at her pussy.

After about ten quiet minutes, during which my imagination ran wild, the real action had begun.

“Oh fuck!” called out Stephanie, during what I assume was my husband sliding his thick cock inside her. Marcus really did have a great one. I knew she would enjoy it.

As my husband began to fuck her, the banging of the headboard against the wall filtered through into the guest room. I slipped out of my shorts entirely and slid my underwear off, too. When I reached down, I found that my pussy was already so wet that even my thighs were sticky.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” Marcus moaned.

“Your cock feels perfect in me,” Stephanie replied. It sounded like her voice was catching in her throat.

“Yes, just like that. Keep those legs up there.”

I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers into my pussy, stroking them back and forth as I pictured Stephanie’s long, lean legs over the top of Marcus’s shoulders. She probably felt so tight like that. It was my husband’s favorite position.

The bed began to creak in a steady rhythm, and I could just barely make out Stephanie’s soft moans and Marcus’s animalistic grunting.

“Turn over for me,” he said suddenly and loudly. I knew he was making sure I could hear every last phrase. “Yesss, look at that perfect ass.”

I shut my eyes as I edged myself, only getting close to an orgasm before backing off. I loved it like this, honestly. It always made the final payoff that much more satisfying.

I pictured my husband’s hands gently pulling Stephanie’s beautiful red hair as he slid into her from behind, looking down to watch his cock disappear inside her, underneath the perfect curves of her ass. In real time, I heard a few playful slaps echo over from the bedroom, followed by a couple of squeals from Stephanie.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum! Oh fuck!!” she nearly screamed.

“That’s right, cum for me,” Marcus said roughly. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

I nearly came myself hearing that but backed off just in time.

As Stephanie came, her loud moans could have been heard from any room in the house. She was so loud. My husband must have really been doing something right over there. It didn’t surprise me.

After that, I could hear the sound of skin slapping skin picking up once again, but this time faster. I knew this probably meant Marcus would be cumming soon. He was going to be cumming into this woman from Tinder, while I lay quietly in the neighboring room, alone.

“Oh shit, you ready for this cum, baby?” I heard Marcus ask.

I imagined Stephanie looking back over her shoulder, her wide eyes eagerly looking into my husband’s, nodding her head. She was so lucky.

“Ahhh, fuuuck!” came the familiar orgasmic noises from Marcus.

I’m sure he was gripping her hips tightly as he shot his load inside her. I imagined her face down, ass up.

My own orgasm crept up once again, but I let up.

I could hear the two of them laughing and sighing happily, probably cuddling up on the bed, their bodies sweaty and satisfied. Between my legs, my pussy was soaked. A puddle of wetness had formed underneath me.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, I heard Marcus walk Stephanie to the door. As they passed, she was stating how much fun she had had.

“I hope we can do this again,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Oh, I definitely plan on it.”

I grinned to myself. I planned on it, too.

After the front door had opened and closed, I knew Marcus would be coming to the guest room next. When he opened the door, he looked at me, with a smirk on his face.

“Have you cum yet?” he asked.

I shook my head, my fingers still up inside my pussy. “No. Can I?”

“Yes, but only if I can watch,” Marcus said coolly, smiling at me.

God, I loved this man.

It only took me about fifteen seconds to cum, and it was so strong! My entire body tensed up as a wave of complete bliss washed over me, my toes curling where I lay. All of the buildups of the night were ending in this one, incredible orgasm.

Marcus chuckled as he watched on, before crossing the room to give me a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Someone’s soaked,” he noted, feeling my pussy.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, the faint smell of Stephanie’s perfume hitting my senses.

“Were you serious when you said you wanted to see Stephanie again?” I asked.

Marcus pulled away and studied my face. “Not if you don’t wa –”

“No,” I interrupted. “No, I definitely do. I do want you to.”

With that, I pulled him down for a deep, long kiss. Best husband ever.


Authors note: A cuckquean with a burning desire to hear her husband with another woman, this tale tells the truth of one kinky couple who just loves to do things out of the ordinary and step out of their comfort zone. Would you ever do something so daring? I think I definitely would! – Tamsin 💕

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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