Zoe’s Secret Lust - Sex Stories

Zoe’s Secret Lust

... fine, (I thought) but maybe fine was not fine, and neither of us were willing to tell the other. If it wasn't Rafe, it would have been someone else eventually. Her honesty was liberating, I actually felt as if a weight lifted off me, it was better than living a deception.

Ilater realized the more I thought about my wife being excited about getting fucked by Rafe, the more I found myself getting aroused by it. Not by the thought of that creep railing her, but that she was a sexual, hungry creature and I was only now learning about it. Every man wants a crazy slut in the bedroom, she was exposed now, and it was up to me to step up. This is what she wanted in bed, at last I was seeing how I could fix things, what she desired. I wanted to know details, I wanted to know everything that excited her.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked her. "Do you want to see him again?"

"Rafe? That backstabbing asshole? No. I want my marriage back, I want to do everything to make it up to you." She began to sob again. I tenderly put my arm around her and she nestled her head into my chest. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry." She cried. "Can you forgive me?"

"I really don't know." I told her, honestly. "A lot would have to change".

The next few days went by and I was distant with her, I needed time to think. I copied those pics from Rafe's phone, then deleted them before dropping it off back at the bar. Not sure why I went through the trouble.

I got a few missed calls from ...

... Rafe, and eventually a message apologizing profusely for what he'd done, I refused to reply.

However I knew in my mind that I wouldn't leave my wife, I knew I'd forgive her and the main reason I knew this is because weirdly I wasn't angry with the fact she fucked someone else. I was hurt, of course, but maybe this was my second chance too.

As the days went on, I realized I wouldn't have been angry if she told me she wanted to change up our sex lives, explore fantasy, or even fuck someone else, the thought of it made me feel something strange, something new that I couldn't put my finger on, I actually began to consider the thought of her in sexy lingerie, with sexy heels, flirting with a woman, naked with another man. I felt like maybe I had a new chance on life with her.

I didn't talk to Zoe for days, I wanted to be certain of my thoughts before sharing them with her.

One evening Zoe came over to me to say goodnight. She looked incredible to me, in socks, an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Somehow, looking more sexy to me in common and comfortable clothes than in her lingerie and heels.

I asked her to sit down and I poured us both out some wine.

We chatted, not about what had happened, but about general stuff that we had missed talking about that week. Then eventually she asked "Are we going to be okay?"

"I need honesty, one hundred percent. I need you to tell me if I don't satisfy your needs, if you think someone else can." I said. "I'm hurt by your deceit more ...