Embrace It

"Hon, what's wrong," my wife asked me.

"N...nothing," I lied.

"Hon," she said, "don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't be like this, you promised to talk about your feelings."

"B...Beck..."

"What?"

"He...he sent me a video."

"Who?"

"Jason."

"Jason? Jason sent you a video? When?"

"Last...last week," I stammered.

"Last week?" she asked, "when last week?"

"S...Sunday...when...when you got back."

"What video?" I looked down. "What video?" she asked again.

I pulled out my phone, showed it to her. The man wasn't identifiable, it could have been any muscular, black man, but it was obviously Jason. But the woman was clearly identifiable, was clearly my wife. They were outside, by a pool, presumably their private pool. He was on his back, she was on her knees, bent over him, eagerly sucking his hard, thick cock.

"O...oh," she said, obviously unaware she'd been filmed by him. "Hon..."

"You...you never...you always said...you'd never...you said you didn't like that," I blurted out, thinking of the times I'd begged her for a blowjob, her reaction every time. You know I don't like that.

"Hon..."

"You look like...like you enjoyed it...you look like you like it."

"Hon," she said again.

"You look like you...like you're so...eager. Why...why did you lie?"

"Hon...I...I never lied."

"You said you didn't like to do that."

"Hon, with you, I don't like to do that with you. With Jason, it...it's different?"

"Why?" I demanded.

She shrugged. "Because he's so....I don't know...masculine. It...it's different with a man."

"But..."

"Hon," she said, reached for me. "Don't...don't be...don't be upset."

"All week...every time we kissed...every time you kissed me goodnight...all I can think about is that video, is about your mouth...his...his...cock...in your mouth...on your lips...and I kiss you and..."

"But you tried to mess around every night," she said.

"I...."

"Come here," she said.

"W...why?"

"Kiss me," she said.

"But he..."

"Play it again," she said.

"Becky..."

"Here," she said, took the phone again, played it again. Then again. Then again. Three times I watched it; three times I watched the two minute video, watched her suck his cock, watched him thrust, clench, watched her mouth stay on his cock the entire time.

"Kiss me," she said, pointing to her mouth, "kiss me right here, on my lips, where his cock was."

"Becky," I groaned again, rock hard.

"Kiss me right here, on my mouth, where his cum was."

"Becky," I felt dizzy.

"Kiss me," she said, "it's okay, think about it every time you kiss me, please, think about me sucking my lover's hard, thick, black cock."

"B...Becky," I said, leaning towards her.

"Embrace it," she said, "embrace it."