Mark, His Wife, and Her Lover

Author's Note: This little story is dedicated to a new friend who recounted a personal story that led me to write this piece of fiction. I dedicate this story to the real-life Mark, who is unlike this man.

This is a story of a weak man. He wants to fight for his wife but he can't seem to pull it off. If you are looking for a story about a guy who is going to man up and go out and beat up or shoot his wife's lover, you're in the wrong place. There are plenty of stories out there. Often the men in my stories are weak and I like them that way!

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Mark had just returned from his business trip. He was tired after the four-hour journey and wanted nothing more than to go home with some takeout. But Caroline had called wanting to meet him for dinner. Mark never turned down an opportunity to have dinner with his daughter so after he got his bags inside the house, he turned around and dragged his tired body back into town.

Mark waited impatiently for Caroline to appear at the table. Like her mother, Caroline often ran late. While sitting at the table Mark thought about how many ways Caroline and his wife Ursula were alike. It wasn't just their lateness that they had in common. The two women looked amazingly similar. As Caroline had matured into a beautiful young adult, her mother somehow managed not to age. More times than not, the two were mistaken for sisters. Both were yogis. Both were tall and slender, each with the most stunning reddish-blonde hair. Mark couldn't have been prouder than when he was in public with the two girls. Heads always turned and he was sure that people wondered how an ordinary guy like him would attract not one but two gorgeous women.

The puffy eyes on her otherwise beautiful face immediately told him something was wrong tonight. Had her boyfriend left her? Did she lose her job? From his twenty-two years of raising her, he knew that he had to wait for Caroline to bring up whatever was weighing on her.

The two settled into a pleasant conversation as they ate. He was pleased to hear news of her upcoming weekend away with her boyfriend and her exciting new project at work. So it's not the boyfriend or the job, he thought. He was wracking his brain trying to figure it out when finally she spoke up.

"Daddy, there is something you need to know," she said seriously. She was looking down at her plate as she spoke.

"What's the matter, baby?" Mark responded bracing himself to handle her current drama. He was never good at this stuff which was why she normally confided in her mother for serious issues. Today she came to him so he wanted to be there for her. "I'm here to help you any way I can," he said with as much sympathy as possible.

"It's not about me. It's about Mom."

Suddenly, Mark felt a wave of sickness wash over him. Something was wrong with Ursula, his wife of 25 years, and his rock. The fact that she had Caroline so concerned suggested that it might be serious. In his mind, the word "Cancer" appeared above his head like a disturbing thought bubble. The thought was horrifying.

He took a deep breath before speaking wanting desperately to keep control as he spoke. "She's sick," he said flatly. "What is it?" He wasn't going to use the C word. That would make it too real.

Caroline immediately saw her father panic and knew she had to blurt it out. "No, Daddy. She's not sick. She's having an affair."

Mark burst out laughing. At first, it was the relief of knowing she wasn't sick. Then as the second passed he was laughing at the thought of Ursula being with another man.

"No, sweetheart I think you are wrong about that. You may have seen something that you misunderstood. Your mother isn't having an affair."

Caroline looked up and stared into his eyes. "Yes, she is Dad. I even called her on it and she admitted it. She didn't want me to say anything but I couldn't keep it from you. You had to know."

"Who? Who is he?"

"Some guy. Steve is his name and she knows him from the gym. They do yoga together."

"And she admitted it... to you?"

"Yes Dad," she repeated. She told me she was sleeping with him."

"No. This can't be. There must be a mistake. Ursula wouldn't..."

Caroline continued to help him understand that this was very real and that he needed to come to grips with the fact that his wife was having an affair. As they continued talking, Mark realized that his life had suddenly changed drastically.

On his way home in the car, Mark couldn't help but picture, his wife with another man. He imagined her with one of the younger, stronger men he would expect to see working out at the gym. As he drove he found himself less and less angry and more and more aroused.

He fantasized about seeing Ursula with a muscled man on top of her pounding himself into her. Then in his head, he saw her on top of the man with her breasts bouncing as she furiously pumped her body into him. By the time he saw her reaching a loud orgasm (louder than any he had given her). He was completely erect.

Arriving home he saw Ursula's car in the driveway. He sat in his car, not wanting to go in. His hands unconsciously went to his zipper and soon he was rubbing himself as he continued thinking about his wife cheating on him. He didn't expect to bring himself to orgasm but it came on suddenly and he was unable to stop himself.

When he was done he put his head back against the seat and wondered what had brought that on. He had never masturbated in the car before and certainly not after hearing such disturbing news.

Mark decided not to say anything to Ursula for a few days. He hated conflict and it seemed better to let it sit. He did find that he was more attracted to her than ever and was pushing himself on her almost every night. He told himself he was trying to win her back but deep down he knew that wasn't the case. Every time he made love to his wife, his mind was picturing her with a muscled guy from the gym.

He couldn't admit it to anyone but himself. He was turned on by her affair.

A full week went by before Mark decided to take action. Early one morning while Ursula was in the shower, Mark grabbed her phone and turned on Find My. He then set himself up to monitor her every move. For two days he watched as she went to work, the grocery, and numerous shops and businesses. Finally late Friday afternoon he tracked her to a house in a neighborhood not far away.

He wanted to head over immediately but thought better of it. He didn't want to find them together. He would go there tomorrow and confront the man who was fucking his wife.

"I'm sorry I'm so late honey," she said after settling in at home late that evening. "The goodbye dinner for Ingrid went on forever. You'd think that someone leaving cause she hates the office would want to get away from us. But no, she was all weepy and emotional, saying how much she's going to miss us. What a pile of crap."

Mark listened to her lies and let them fly over his head. How many times had he heard stories like this? He had believed every tall tale she had given him. Now he knew better. He was going to put an end to this tomorrow.

In the morning he was questioning his plan. Not one for confrontation, he thought about just letting it go. He and Ursula had been having more sex than they had in a long time even if he was fantasizing about her and this unknown man. In the end, he decided he had to man up and meet this guy, Steve. Ursula was his wife and, damn it, he had to fight for her.

Sitting in his car in front of his house, Mark reflected on how his wife had been with him just the night before--sharing intimate moments that only he should experience. It was time to put a stop to this madness. He resolved to be strong and demand that it end.

It wasn't until he was banging on the door that he realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was going to say to this guy. When the door opened and he found himself standing in front of the man who may or may not have fucked his wife, he just stood there, mouth open staring at a man who looked amazingly like what he had pictured in his mind.

Steve Andrews was waiting at home for Ursula to return. They had spent the evening at his house the night before laughing over a special dinner that he had made and later exploring each other's bodies in his bedroom. Ursula loved his room as one side had been converted to a small gym with a rowing machine, treadmill, and a set of free weights. Most of all she liked the mirrored wall that sat behind the equipment. When they made love on his bed she would sometimes look over and see the reflection of her and her lover doing what she now found she loved most in life. It was late when she determined that she had best go be with her husband for the evening. Before leaving, she said she would try to return the next morning.

He expected to see Ursula when he opened the door that morning. He wore a sleeveless muscle shirt and tight gym shorts hoping to excite her enough to race him to the bedroom. But instead of Ursula, a goofy-looking man in ill-fitting jeans stood staring at him with his mouth open.

"Can I help you?" Steve asked.

"I'm, uh, are you Steve?" Mark asked in return.

"Yea, I'm Steve. Why don't you tell me what you want," he replied.

Mark was starting to panic. He had no idea how to do this. "I think you know my wife, Ursula."

Steve gave out a fierce laugh. "You must be Mark! I've heard a lot about you. I'm surprised it took so long for you to find me. Come on in Mark."

Mark was totally confused as he stepped in and heard the door close behind him. Why was this guy inviting him in like an old friend? Shouldn't he be upset about being outed with another man's wife?

The two men stared at each other inside the doorway waiting for each other to speak. Finally Mark broke the silence.

"You gotta stop..." he didn't know what to call what Steve and Ursula were doing. 'Having sex' was too formal, 'fucking' was too crude.

"What do I have to stop, Mark?" Steve yelled when the sad form of a man stood wordless. "Say it Mark!"

Mark couldn't look at the man as he forced the words out. "You gotta stop... You gotta stop FUCKING MY WIFE!" All the strength was taken from him as he said the words aloud. Tears were running down his face as he fell to his knees. "PLEASE!" he begged.

Mark could only look to the floor as Steve continued laughing at the poor weak man. "You want me to stop fucking Ursula? HA! What would she have to say about that? I know what she would say," he paused for effect. "She would say 'no way! I'm not stopping having the best sex of my life because my selfish husband who never gets me off says so.'"

When Mark didn't reply Steve continued berating him. "You are what they call a selfish lover, my friend. You stick your little cock in her with no warm-up and leave her when you are done. You only give a shit about getting yourself off. Ursula needs more than that and she's been getting it from me for quite some time."

Mark wanted to scream that it wasn't true; that he was a good lover who satisfied his wife but deep down he knew Steve was right. Ursula was the only person he had ever been with and his definition of sex always had been about getting himself to that happy ending. At that very moment, he realized that there was more he should be doing.

When he looked up from his position on his knees he was shocked to see Steve with his pants down and his huge cock aimed right toward his face. He tried to get to his feet but he couldn't. The combination of fear and surprise froze him in place. Steve only had to take one step forward before his cock was touching his cheek. "Suck my dick you little vermin" came from Steve's mouth.

Mark heard himself say, "No," but then he opened his lips and let him in. He had never done anything like this before, and if asked earlier that morning if he ever would, he would have answered with a firm, "No way!" As he wrapped his lips around Steve's penis he felt it begin to grow inside his mouth. Suddenly he was gagging as the tip reached the back of his throat. Steve paid little attention to his discomfort as he continued to pump down his throat.

He was thinking of how this penis that was shoved into his mouth had been inside his wife when suddenly it pulled away. Mark sat on his knees and stared at the enormous erect cock that rested against his nose. "That's enough for now little vermin," Steve said as he pulled back. I want to save myself for the hot redhead who will arrive any minute."

Hot redhead? Did he mean Ursula? Would she see him? Would this guy tell her what had just happened? Mark got off his knees and tried to leave but Steve grabbed him by the arm pulling him further into the house. "You think you are going to run away, you little dick sucker? No way, we are not done with you yet. There's more to come and anyway, you look like you are enjoying this," Steve said as he saw the bulge in Mark's pants.

With all that was happening to him, Mark failed to realize how excited he had become after sucking a cock for the first time. He couldn't believe this would excite him, but it did -- more than he could imagine.

Steve led him into his bedroom and told him to lie on his back on the floor in front of the treadmill. Mark, feeling unusually compliant and submissive, did exactly what he was told. He kept thinking about how much he wanted to suck that cock again. He wanted to bring Steve to completion and feel the cum slide down his throat. He wondered why he was feeling this way. Was he bisexual and never knew it? Was he really a gay man?

Lying flat on his back, he watched as Steve easily picked up two dumbbells that looked to be about 50 pounds each. "Hands straight above your head, vermin" Steve commanded. Mark complied and watched as each of his wrists were locked to the floor under the weights. Suddenly he was trapped. He could lift neither arm nor could he sit up. All he could do was kick his feet and that got him nowhere.

Steve silently kneeled over Mark's knees and reached for the buckle on his jeans. Undoing them he was able to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles effectively locking his feet together. Mark was now pinned on his back with a hard-as-ever penis standing in the air.

Steve stood and stared at the man for a few minutes before once again pulling off his shorts. He stood over poor Mark facing his feet so that Mark only had a view of his sculpted and well-defined bottom and his robust thighs and calves. As he stared at the backside of this distinctly athletic man, he saw the bottom coming closer to him. Steve was crouching so low that Mark's nose was almost in his crack. He feared that he would be smothered by the muscled bottom.

But he wasn't smothered. Instead, he smelled the distinct odor of the athlete which didn't disgust him as he expected. Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and reached deep into him and found himself licking his butthole. He kept thinking that he should be grossed out by this but he continued to lick and even tried to push his tongue deeper into the man.

Mark was disappointed when Steve suddenly stood and left the room. He heard what sounded like a doorbell and began to panic. He didn't want anyone; especially his wife, to see him lying tied down on the floor with his pants down and his cock standing at attention. He listened carefully through the door and prayed that it would be a delivery man or salesperson. Either would go away quickly. But no, the voices became louder as they approached the other side of the door.

However, when the door opened he only saw Steve who looked down at the nearly naked body lying on the floor. "The ladies are here," he whispered. "It's time for your lesson."

Mark should have been bothered by the word, 'lesson.' What scared him, though, was the word, 'ladies.' Was there more than one woman about to provide his lesson? Ursula's presence would be embarrassing but having someone else in the room would be mortifying! Again Mark struggled to free himself. If he could only free his wrists from under the barbells he could hop up, pull up his pants, and run like hell.

Steve knelt beside him. "This may make it a little easier for you," he said as he lowered a blindfold over his head. The world instantly went dark. His ears started working overtime trying to make sense of every sound. No words were said but from the footsteps it sounded like there were three people in the room. The rustling made him think clothes were being removed. And then he felt someone standing over him with a foot on either side of his ribs.

Ursula knew that Mark was there and was ready to give him the lesson he always needed. How many times had she sucked his cock getting nothing in return? How often had he pulled out of her without letting her finish? Today would be the first time in months that she would have an orgasm with her husband. And it was fitting that he would not get his release during the process.

She settled herself down straddling his chest, placing a knee at each of his stretched underarms. Before leaning forward she raised his blindfold and looked into his eyes. She looked up at Steven and said, "I think it would be better if he had all his senses for this."

Mark couldn't see Steven's response. Ursula's face was so close that their noses were almost touching. He could see nothing else. "Hello Honey," she said almost as if it was just another day at home. "Today you are going to please me and you're not going to stop until I am completely satisfied. Understand?"

Mark could only shake his head. He had no words left.

Ursula lifted herself just enough to slide her naked body up so that her little yogi tits ran across his face. After her breasts left his view he watched her thin tummy slide by. And then it was her crotch. Her hair tickled his face first and then he felt a wetness grind down on his face. Even though he had never before found himself in this position, he knew exactly what to do.

Ursula moved into the position she wanted and let him rub her vulva with his tongue. After forcing him to explore her wetness she moved down so that his tongue was directly against her clit. It was only a couple of minutes before she pushed hard into his face, and let out a scream of pleasure, a sound that Mark had never heard before.

With his cheeks covered with her juices, Mark watched as his wife's body moved away from him. After standing she leaned down to once more look at his face. "Good job," she said, "but you should have been doing that for the last twenty-five years. If you had, we wouldn't be here today." With that said, she reached up and pulled the blindfold down, placing her husband back in the dark.

There was silence for what seemed like a long time. Mark suspected that there was a lot of non-verbal communication going on. Finally, he once again felt feet on either side of his stomach. Mark prepared himself for his second experience. This time there were no words, the blindfold stayed on as the crotch of an unknown woman pressed against his lips.

The first thing Mark noticed was that there was no hair on this woman. Her crotch was smooth and the scent much sweeter. Her orgasm came quickly and hard. Mark thought she might hurt him as she pressed hard against his face.

And then she was gone. He heard three sets of footsteps walking away. But then one set was walking back toward him. Steve leaned down and cleared the blindfold from his sticky wet face.

Mark turned his head to see the rounded backsides of the two women walking away from him. Both women were thin with reddish blonde hair falling almost to their butts. At first, he couldn't tell which was Ursula. Then one of the girls turned her head. Mark's heart nearly stopped when he saw his daughter Caroline looking back at him with disdain.

Mark was forced to continue lying on the floor as he watched through the mirror as his wife rode her lover like a cowboy and his daughter sat on his face. The two women faced each other as they reached simultaneous orgasms.