Accidental Cuckold

Accidental Cuckold

It had been an awful day at work. Another team in my company screwed up and caused a problem, my team was left to fix things. Not only had I been running around, pissed off, with barely a chance to sit down but my phone had died earlier in the day because I'd forgotten to charge it. I didn't realize my phone was dead until the end of the work day, when every other team was leaving but mine was staying to work late, and I tried to message my girlfriend Erin to let her know that I wouldn't be home at a normal time.

Finally late in the evening, well past dinner time and damned close to bed time, I finished work and drove home. The apartment was silent and dark when I arrived. Immediately I worried about Erin and wanted to call her, to see if she was alright, but with my phone dead I couldn't. So I plugged my phone in to charge and took a shower. By the time I got out of the shower my phone had charged enough that I could use it.

There were unread messages from Erin waiting for me. I opened them as I went to the kitchen for water and something quick to eat. When I read the first message I froze and stared at my phone.

> Well Baby, it's finally happening!

I had no idea what Erin was talking about. With my hand on the door to the refrigerator I thought, 'What is finally happening?'

> No more just talking about your fantasy.

> I decided to actually do it!

My heart leapt into my throat and my head swam. Erin and I had discussed a number of fantasies over our three years together. I wasn't certain which she was referring to, but if she wasn't home then I guessed it was the fantasy of her being with another guy. Though I had mentioned the idea a few times, it was always in the heat of the moment and my intention was to get her worked up so she'd fuck me harder. It wasn't a fantasy I ever wanted her to follow through on.

> I picked a guy that I know.

> I'm at his place now.

Erin had sent the messages hours ago, when I would normally have been home but today I was stuck at work. My mind raced, wondering what guy she was talking about, where she was, and what else she had said. Torn between trying to get ahold of her and reading the rest of her messages, I scrolled quickly to read them.

> I sure hope you were serious.

> Because I'm really going to have sex with him.

> If you changed your mind

> or if your fantasy was just talk

> now is your last chance to stop me.

There was a pause of about twenty minutes after that message. During that time I'd missed two phone calls from Erin. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat and the thumps echoed in my ears. On its own my thumb kept scrolling.

> Okay Baby!

> Since you haven't responded

> I assume you really want me to do this.

> Here's a picture before I go in there.

The stream of messages was broken by a photo. It was Erin, standing in a bathroom I didn't recognize, taking a selfie in the large mirror. Her dark hair was down, brushing her shoulders while she held her phone and smiled for the photo. She wore a gray tank shirt and tight black shorts that hugged her hips. Just barely visible in the photo were two lumps in the shirt, her hard nipples pressing into the fabric.

> I sure hope he likes me.

> He stares at me constantly at work

> so he probably does.

I felt faint and slumped onto a chair while my mind raced. Erin worked at a PR firm, the kind staffed by captivatingly beautiful people that one couldn't help but like. While I wondered which guy she was with, which of her coworkers she had chosen, adrenaline coursed through me and I began to shake. Gripping the chair for support I dropped my phone and momentarily forgot about it as I tried not to pass out.

After a dozen long minutes I felt strong enough to let go of the chair and stand. That proved to be a mistake as my legs gave out. When I was only a few inches off the chair I collapsed into a heap on the floor. Grabbing my phone I crawled from the hard, cold kitchen floor into the living room to lay as comfortably as possible on the carpet. Once my breath steadied and my hands stopped shaking enough that I could control them, I checked my messages again.

> Oh my god, Baby!

> That was amazing!

> Ah!

> My hair is such a mess.

> Here, look.

There was another photo. Erin was standing in the same bathroom, almost the same position as before, holding her phone and smiling while taking a selfie. Her hair was indeed tousled and slightly damp. Rather than what she wore before, now she was down to just a pair of dark blue lacy panties and matching bra. It was a gift that I'd bought her months before as an anniversary present. She had a hand on her stomach, obviously trying to calm herself, and she was blushing so hard the red had crept from her face down her neck and onto her chest.

> I guess that's what happens after getting fucked for an hour.

> I wish you would respond.

> At least say something.

> Look at me, you can see how much I'm blushing.

I wondered why she was blushing. Sexy photos, like the one I just saw, wasn't something we'd done. Like any other fantasy we talked about, it was briefly discussed while we were intimate, but never followed up on. Part of me wondered if she felt self-conscious at taking a photo like that or if it was something else. The next few messages cleared up my confusion.

> I can't believe how much I enjoyed that.

> I'm kind of embarrassed by how good it was and how I responded.

> Oh, I'm actually happy you weren't here

> to see me like that

> to hear me.

There was another break in her messages of a few minutes. I crawled to the couch and pulled myself up to a sitting position, my ass and legs on the floor which my back against the couch. My emotions were swirling, heart racing, and head swimming. If Erin really had been with another guy I didn't know what it meant for us, but I certainly didn't feel good about it.

> Thanks for the bra and panties by the way.

> I'm going to see if he likes them.

> Okay, still haven't heard from you.

> So I'm going back in there now.

> Love you!

There was nothing after that. It had been almost two hours. My fingers shook as I called Erin. The phone rang without an answer and eventually I gave up. Finally I went back to her messages and furiously typed my response.

> Babe! It was just a fantasy! I wasn't serious!

> It was just talk. That's all.

> Never something we were supposed to do.

> I got stuck at work for hours. It was so stupid!

> My phone died.

> That's why I didn't respond.

> Babe, please let me know you're okay.

> I tried calling.

> Just tell me you're okay and on your way home.

In the sudden quiet of the apartment I focused on controlling my breath and calming down. It took all of my concentration, but I was able to claw my way onto the couch. With calming hands I was able to plug my phone in to charge it more. Then I sat, staring at my dark and silent phone, waiting for any response. Nearly three hours after Erin's first message my phone dinged with another. My reflexes were primed and I flicked the message open immediately.

> Hey Baby!

> Just saw your messages.

> Sorry I didn't see them sooner.

> Been busy.

Instantly adrenaline started pumping through my body again, my breathing grew difficult, and my emotions whirled. I struggled to think of something to say and I feared my chance to say anything would slip away. While fighting for words more messages arrived.

> I wish I'd known sooner that this was just a fantasy

> that you didn't mean those things you said

> that you didn't really want me to fuck another guy.

Quickly I typed a response.

> I don't, Babe.

> I really don't want you to.

> It's too late for that now.

> It isn't too late.

> You can come home.

> It isn't too late.

> What do you think I've been doing for the past three hours?

> Here's a photo as a hint.

Holding my phone tight and staring at it, I fought to remain upright as I feared the worst. Waiting for what was next was excruciating. The photo showed Erin standing in the same bathroom, in front of the same mirror. With her phone in hand this time she had her mouth opened in a big smile, her hair pulled back, and she wore the same gray tank shirt as before and a pair of men's boxers. Most shocking though was Erin's free hand lifting the shirt, holding it bunched just below her neck, exposing her bare breasts and hard nipples for the photo.

The flood of emotions through my numbed my mind. I didn't know what to say. On their own my hands moved and typed a response that was a dumb as I felt.

> Are those his boxers?

> Yes, these are his.

> I'm not sure where my clothes are.

Slowly I felt my mind creep back to me and my blood pressure rise. My heart started beating as hard as it had been before. I had to tuck my phone between my legs to keep it from shaking. That's when I realized how hard my dick was. It throbbed with each pulse of my blood and pressed uncomfortably into my pants. A deep part of me needed to know everything and that part typed my response.

> Did you have sex with him?

> Yes.

> I fucked him.

> Twice.

Every part of me struggled and most of me lost. I collapsed sideways onto the couch, my phone slipped out of my hands and crashed on the floor, my vision went dark, and I let out a groan so loud it echoed through the apartment back to me. When I could control myself again I rolled onto my side and looked over the edge of the couch, fumbling at my phone with one hand until it was screen side up. That deep, dark part of me that sent my last message took over, it needed to be hurt.

> Why did you choose him?

> He's so handsome, athletic, and confident.

> I get wet when I'm near him at work.

> Honestly, I've had a crush on him for a while.

> So when I got the confidence to fulfill your fantasy,

> I knew I was going to pick him.

> And I definitely chose the right guy.

> Why is he the right guy?

> His stamina is amazing.

> Know how our sex lasts five minutes?

> He was able to go for an hour the first time.

> His cock is incredible,

> long and thick.

> And the way he fucked me was unbelievable.

> What do you mean by that?

> I've never cum so much

> or so hard

> in my life!

> Now I know why they call it getting soul fucked.

> Babe, please, just come home.

> I love you.

A few minutes passed during which I held as still as possible. Each beat of my heart was strong enough that I felt myself rising and falling against the couch. With each minute that went by I worried Erin would say no, that she'd refuse to come home to me, and my scrambled mind tried to find words that would convince her. Then my phone dinged with another message.

> Alright.

> Let me find my clothes, wherever they are.

> lol

> Then I'll come home.

> Love you!

> Love you too!

My phone went silent and dark again, but my emotions calmed down. Knowing that Erin was on her way home made all my worries disappear. I didn't know how far away she was, but I guessed that I'd have at least half an hour before she got home. Feeling my still hard and throbbing cock, aching in my tight pants, and looking at the photo of my girlfriend with her breasts exposed tantalized that dark part of my brain.

Carefully I crossed the apartment to the bedroom, got a shirt out of my hamper, and spread it out on the bed. Then I practically tore my pants and briefs off, tossing them aside, before sitting on the shirt. With my phone in one hand, Erin's photo taking up the entire screen, I grabbed my dick with my other hand and gripped tight.

In only three pumps I reached the edge of orgasm. I dropped the phone and quickly pulled the shirt up, forming a makeshift cover just as my spunk flew. Each release of cum was stronger than any orgasm I'd ever had, my hips bucked on their own, and I moaned loud enough I worried the neighbors would hear me. When my seemingly endless stream of cum stopped exploding out of my cockhead, my body finally released its tension and I slumped back against the pillows.

It took another ten minutes before I recovered enough to move. The emotional and physical drain had worn me down so that I moved like an old man. With careful moves I got off the bed, put the cum-soaked shirt into the hamper, and managed to put on pajamas. Then I lay down in bed, clutching my half-charged phone, waiting for Erin to get home.

When it had been thirty minutes since I heard from Erin I checked my phone, to ensure I hadn't missed any messages or calls. My mind rationalized the delay, her work was thirty minutes from the house, so of course the guy lived farther away. At forty-five minutes my rationale was that he lived in the opposite direction, so she might have driven away from work and away from the apartment. One hour and my worry started to overtake my rational thoughts. The only reasoning I had after ninety minutes was that they had taken his car to his place, so he had to drive her back to work, then she had to drive home.

Finally after two hours I couldn't stand the worry any more. Fear, doubt, and jealousy took hold of me and I got out of bed. After looking outside to ensure he car wasn't in the parking lot, and stupidly checking the apartment in case I had missed Erin's return, I called her. The phone rang four times before she answered.

Quiet radiated out of the phone for a moment before I heard a man's distant voice ask, "Who's that?" There was an undertone of exertion in his voice, a suppressed groan in his words.

Then Erin's tired and hoarse voice answered, "It's just my boyfriend. Don't worry about it. I ignored the call. Just keep fucking me."

I froze and listened as Erin obviously dropped her phone. Both of them let out moaned giggles that floated out of the phone and reached me. Then the soft rhythmic moaning of Erin started accompanied by the quieter and more distant moans of the man. Though I should have hung up or shouted something, the part of me that needed to get hurt forced me to stand silently and listen.

After a minute the man moaned, "You like my cock?"

Erin's fading voice moaned a response, "I love it."

"You love it? Tell me."

With a pleasured whimper Erin answered, "I love your cock. Love it deep inside me."

"Deep inside you? Where?"

"Everywhere. My mouth, my pussy, my ass... I don't care. I need it."

There was a minute during which they just moaned, Erin's moans growing louder until she was practically screaming. When her moans quieted the man said, "For a woman that's never talked dirty before, you sure have a dirty fucking mouth and cum real hard when you use it."

It was true, I'd never heard Erin talk dirty. And we'd certainly never had anal sex. Any time I tried to suggest either she shut me down immediately. So listening to them, thinking about her doing those things, had my dick rock hard again. While standing there, holding my phone and breath, listening to my girlfriend moan loudly, I reached down to adjust my hardon.

As soon as my hand touched my dick I orgasmed. The suddenness of it surprised me and I clamped my hand tight around my cockhead, hoping to prevent my orgasm, fearing not only making a mess but what had caused my arousal. It was a useless gesture though. Despite my hand clamped like a vice, spunk forced its way out of my dick and into my pajama pants. Each throb of my dick was more intense than the previous and by the third squirt my knees gave out and I sank to the floor. In a crumpled heap I finished cumming in my pants, breathing heavily and blinking my eyes hard to clear my vision.

Once my orgasm passed I rolled over and straightened my aching legs. Then I got onto my hands and knees, careful not to smear the cum leaking through my pajamas onto the floor, I crawled into the bathroom. After cleaning up and putting my pants into the hamper I fought to my feet and searched for my phone. It has slid partially under the couch, and either in my fall to the floor or fumble to retrieve it I'd ended the call with Erin.

Quickly I called her back, but this time it went to voicemail unanswered. Two more follow up calls had the same result. Desperate, afraid, and growing more devastated I sent messages hoping for any response from Erin.

> Babe, haven't heard from you in a while.

> Tried calling.

> Are you still coming home?

> I want you to come home.

> Please tell me that you're alright.

> Remember this was just a fantasy

> just talk

> a mistake

> please I didn't mean anything by it.

Worried about soiling more clothes, I lay down in bed nude, staying warm beneath the blanket. Plugging my phone to keep it charged, I placed it on the table next to the bed and lay on my side so I could stare at my phone. I don't know how long I stayed like that, my phone stubbornly remaining silent and dark, but eventually I fell asleep.

In the middle of the night my phone dinged, the vibration against the table startling me awake. Fighting my way out of an anguishing nightmare I eventually sat up and picked up my phone. There was messages from Erin.

> Hi Baby.

> Sorry you haven't heard from me in a few hours.

> I hope you didn't worry.

> But I'm fine.

Between still being sleep-addled and emotionally exhausted, I couldn't think how to properly respond. Again the deep part of me that desired the pain, to know everything not despite how much it could hurt but because of specifically how much it would, took over. That dark strength drove my fingers as I hunched over my clutched my phone and responded.

> You said you were coming home.

> I want you to come home.

> I know you want me to come home.

> I saw your messages.

> I love how you said this was just a fantasy

> just talk and a mistake.

> Why haven't you come home then?

> What have you been doing?

> When I went back into his bedroom

> to find my missing clothes

> his cock was hard again.

> It just looked so tempting.

> I had to drop to my knees and give him

> the best blowjob he's ever had.

> Why would you do that?

> You were supposed to be coming home.

> All I can think about is the sex.

> I got cum drunk

> like I can't think straight

> because I've cum so much and so hard.

> If it was just a blowjob why are you still there?

> I couldn't make him cum.

> He said his dick needed pussy to cum.

> Since I really needed to be fucked

> he stuffed his big hard cock into

> my dripping wet pussy.