Door

You spent the first day of the conference in meetings; it was a long day and you were looking forward to a shower, dinner with your wife. But when you got to your room, you saw a pair of sheer panties on the door knob and froze. 

You felt the floor of emotions you always felt, excitement, jealousy, lust, annoyance. All you wanted was a shower and dinner, but knowing your wife was in your room with some man instantly aroused you.

You went down to the lobby bar, wondered how long you'd have to wait. Two drinks and two hours later, she texted you.

"You can come upstairs now," her text said, assuming you were in the bar, "he's just leaving."

You had already finished and paid for your drinks, so quickly went upstairs; the panties were still on the door handle but you assumed she forgot to get them. You got out your key card, unlocked the door, walked in, froze when you got to the living room. 

Your wife was there in the arms of a shirtless, muscular black man; she was wearing just a bra and panty set and a robe, her hand was on his crotch.

"Shit," she said when she saw you, "that was fast."

You swallowed, embarrassed, saw for the first time your wife in a stranger's arms. "That him?" the man asked.

"Yea," she said.

He looked at you, grinned. "That's a fine woman you've got," he said, "a real talent with her mouth."

You looked down, face red. "I...I wouldn't know," you said.

"Suppose not," he granted. "I understand you're quite the talent with your mouth, too. You'll like how I left her."

You blushed a deep red, looked at your wife. She shrugged, mouthed sorry to you, knowing you must be horrified to hear a man talk so casually about you licking her clean.

He put on his shirt, give your wife a deep kiss, left without another word to you. As soon as the door shut, she looked at you. "Hurry up, he came so much, I can hardly hold it in."

"Honey," you said.

"Shhhh, just come lick me clean," she said, "it's okay, it's okay."