Sharing My Wife's Dirty Little Secret

My wife's coworker finds her online profile and uses it against her

I’ve always been into my wife’s adventurous side, especially when it comes to sex. Over the past year, she expressed that she really wanted to embrace her “slutty” side. Since then, we begin to explore each other’s fantasies. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist and started posting tasteful but sexy pics online and steamy sexting with strangers. It’s been hot AF. I’ve supported and even encouraged her every step of the way. She loves the attention, the compliments, the raw hunger for her body, and it definitely keeps things spicy between us.

But things took an unexpected turn this week. She always chats with me while working, but this afternoon when she’s typically less busy and chats about her day there was only silence. I kept glancing at my phone waiting for a notification, yearning for that little buzz. But instead, I saw my message left on read until finally, my phone buzzed, “I will be home a little late.”

When she gets home, I usually embrace and kiss her while grabbing and squeezing her ass pulling her closer to me with the other hand playfully pinching her nipple. Today, she rushed past me, straight to the bath and closed the door.

Obviously something was up, and I had my suspicions but I wanted to wait before asking what happened. The opportunity came later that evening as we were getting ready for bed. We were laying down and I just held her as she lay on my shoulder. In my embrace she almost whispers, “Don't be mad at me, okay?”

That’s when the story spilled.

Turns out, one of her coworkers, the flirty one, had been acting off the past few days. Instead of his chatty self, he seems almost stoic and determined. After an afternoon meeting today, he cornered her and pulled her into a conference room that doubles as an unused storage closet. It was crammed with cardboard boxes and smelled like dust was dimly lit, dark when the door was closed.

He wasn’t subtle. “I saw your pictures online,” he said, his eyes looking at my wife, imagining her naked like in the pictures he saw. “i thought it was you. When I reached out, to my surprise, you were willing to sext me the other night. I can’t get you out of my mind, how you described how you would suck my cock if given the chance, to use your pussy like a dirty office slut... it's unbearable.”

His bulge was unmistakable beneath his black jeans. “Here,” he growled, pulling her towards him. He shoved her against the conference table and pinned her with a hand that smelled faintly of cheap cologne and stale coffee grounds.

His eyes were dark with a hunger that wasn’t just sexual, it was predatory, possessive, like he owned her already. “Get on your knees right there,” he commanded.

My gut twisted imagining the scene. I also wondered if she possibly knew it was him that night when she was sexting those strangers.

Apparently, he was rock-hard serious. “Cum slut,” he spat, his breath warm on her cheek as he leaned down. “Sexting whore.” The words she encouraged, words she relished. “You said you liked being called it the other night. Listen, I’ll send screen shots of everything we did that night to your husband, the filthy pictures you shared if you don’t suck my dick right now, my personal office bitch.”

The irony wasn't lost on me, I already knew what a dirty slut my wife.

Playing with the gold locket between her breasts, she continued, “He grabbed my face, his hand rough behind my head,” she whispered, tracing the path of her finger over my arm as if trying to find some solid ground. “He pushed me down to my knees… and told me to open my mouth.”

My hand tightened around her wrist. 'What happened?' My voice was rough.

“He pulled out this thick, throbbing cock and shoved it right in my face,” she murmured, eyes locked on mine. My breath hitched in my chest as I imagined her and him.

"Dirty girl," he growled, "you're going to suck it like the cum slut you are, like how you described that night."

She swallowed him down, gagging slightly, a small 'oof' escaping her lips as his head vanished into her mouth. 'Mmmf,' she choked, 'Mmmf,' the words muffled against his throbbing length. It was all she could manage as she scrambled to accommodate him, desperately trying to keep him down, her hands reaching looking for something to grab. Sweat and precum is all she tastes.

I imagined the frantic rhythm of her swallowing, her hand slick with her own sweat on the back of his neck. She clawed at his shoulders, the sound of her desperate, ragged inhalations echoing in the tiny space, “So fucking hot, so fucking big,” she whispered, her voice strained, breathless.

Her hands tightened on his waist as she gasped, “Mmh-ghh,” a wet, strangled sound as she forced closer to him further to accommodate him. When he finally came, the taste, the heat, the sheer volume of it all she attempted to swallow as much as she could but some of his cum dripped from her mouth landing on her now erect nipples.

The sound choked off as he pulled out, his smile predatory and cold. He pulled his belt back up, leaving her on shaking knees.”We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow,” he’d said, shutting the door behind him, plunging the closet into darkness.

“Honey, don’t be mad at me. It was so hot being used like that,” she murmured, nuzzling her cheek against mine.

“I can’t be mad, love,” I chuckled, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes. “Who do you think sent him the link to your dirty little secret?”

The recognition dawned on her face in a slow, delicious bloom. A grin split her lips, and her eyes, still shining with the strange mix of arousal and lingering fear, glinted with amusement. She let out a little laugh, a breathless, almost breathless sound.

Then she leaned in and gave me a hug, burying her face against my chest. I caught her wrist and pulled her tighter against me, loving the way her body pressed against mine, the heat radiating through my hand to my palm. My fingers dug into her ass, and I kissed the top of her head, her hair smelling faintly of vanilla and that lingering, damp musk of the office closet and a scent of his cum still lingering. It was a potent perfume.

"You little bastard," she whispered into the curve of my neck. "You set me up like a fucking lamb." I held her there, savoring the way she clung to me like she’d fallen into the most delicious, terrifying trap.