Caught

 

He had my head, firm, was pushing my mouth up and down his cock, was close to exploding. I worried about that but realize there was nothing I could do so just got ready to try to swallow.

Just before his cum filled my mouth, I heard the door open and out of the corner of my eye saw my wife and another man enter the room. "Oh sorry," I heard her familiar voice, "looks like this one's taken and...oh god!"

I tried to stop, tried to look, but he held me tight, continued to fuck my face and just then exploded. He held my mouth down on his cock so the only way I could keep from choking was to swallow the cum erupting from his cock.

"S...sorry," I heard my wife say softly, easing out of the room.

Home later, I dressed for bed, all but hid in the dark pretending to be asleep.

"Don't...don't you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"Talk about what?" I said.

She came and sat on the bed next to me, took my hand.

"What?" I asked, defensive.

"I...I'm sorry," she said.

I rolled over "Sorry? Why are you sorry?" I asked, tears in my eyes, ashamed of what she'd seen.

"For...for leaving you, I should have...I should have been there for you."

"Been there for me?"

She reached over, moved my hair from my face. "It's a big deal," she said, "your first blowjob."

"I..."

"I remember mine," she said, "Jimmy Wolf in the back of his truck. I was surprised how much cum there was, it went everywhere."

"Monica..."

"You did so much better," she said, "it didn't look like you...well...it looked like you swallowed all of it."

"Monica," I said, "I...I didn't mean...I shouldn't have..."

"I know," she said. "That's how I felt, too. But looking back on it, it was kind of a turning point. I mean, once I did it, I went from thinking it was disgusting to, well, kind of obsessing about it. I mean, there's something about taking a man's cock in your mouth..."

"Monica, I..."

"I'm proud of you," she said, touching my face.

"Proud?" How could she be proud?

"I only saw the end, I know, but you did such a good job, it's...it's kind of amazing, isn't it?"

"Monica."

"Did you give him your number?"

"Monica!"

She shrugged. "What? It would be weird not to."

I looked down, red-faced. "He...I mean..."

"It's okay," she reassured me.

"You...you don't think I...I'm..."

She shook her head. "I think it was the prettiest thing I've ever seen."