The Demure Sex-Maniac Wife When Ed met Elena, he knew she had a few secrets. Based on posts by Total Turn On. Listen to the Podcast at Connected. As they say, it was a whirlwind affair. Marriage happened after just three months. Even our most cynical friends, tossing confetti over us as we left the register office, had to admit we were made for each other. The only person with any doubts was me. Not because I doubted our relationship. I knew Elena loved me; and I, her. I just doubted myself. Elena was not just out of my league. She wasn't even playing the same game. Don't get me wrong. I've fucked beautiful women. But often this was at the end of the night, as the club was clearing out. In simple terms, I'm not the kind of guy to be a first choice for women like Elena. My experiences had proved I was more of an acceptable second or third choice, depending on whatever else was available. I didn't complain. Those women whom I'd loved in the past, I had thought were beautiful, of course. But I knew the difference between what I appreciated, and what the rest of the world considered beautiful and sexy. Elena was both. She turned the heads of guys when she walked into a room. She made other women frown. I thought she was achingly beautiful, with a body designed by God to show others how good they can be. Ever had that jealous look from other guys, when you're with your woman? Yeah, I saw that a lot. Elena knew what she had, of course. But this is the best thing: She ignored it. She was vivacious, and fun to be around. Women might frown initially, but it was impossible not to like her, after a few minutes of talking to her. And I loved her from the moment I saw her profile on a dating app. She had just moved into the area, she had written. She had no friends. No boyfriend, even. Happy to meet people just to show her around. Or maybe more? I saw that that she'd selected hook-ups as a relationship option. That'd be nice, I guessed. But I didn't pay much attention to it. It would become important later. I swiped right. Astonishingly, she did too. We chatted. Flirted a little. I said I'd show her around her new town. And I did. We became tourists in our city. We agreed to meet on Lake Street and Wabash, near the El Train platform. Our walking tour focused on the Chicago attractions and historic attractions. At the end of the day we had a brief meal. And then, walked back to the train platform where several movies romanticized the city life. With a peck on my cheek by way of thanks, she caught the train back home, about 2 miles north. That, I thought, was it. A great day with a great woman. I took another train to the west, about 10 blocks. Great conversation. I should be happy for the opportunity. I'd give it the requisite day or two and then message her. But I wasn't optimistic. I'd barely been able to take my eyes of her amazing body, during our date. I began to enjoy walking behind her and watching her ass. I enjoyed sitting opposite her as we had coffee and catching occasional glances at her incredible cleavage, and imagining the dangling tits she had strapped in her thin bra. It was almost funny how outrageously sexual she was. She just had it, whatever it was. Sensuality oozed from her being. A Second Opportunity. Later that evening following our date, I had my cock in my hand and was scrolling through photographs on her dating app profile when a message appeared from her: "You ve been a delightful escort, today. And a fine gentleman. Want to come over for some wine?" Well, yes. I certainly would. We didn't get to drink any wine. This became clear as soon as she opened the door with a smile that I'll never forget. She took my hand and led me upstairs. We undressed. And then we fucked. Hurriedly and hotly. I hadn't had pussy for a few months and, evidently, she hadn't had cock for some time, either. It was basic, missionary sex. There had been the presence of foreplay but, as my hand had explored her body, she had whispered in my ear: "Fuck me now." She came within less than a minute, and then again 30 seconds later. I filled the condom at the same time. We lay in the darkness until she said, "You know, this connection might become serious." We saw each other daily. I couldn't wait until my working day was over and we met up. We both worked near the Chicago River district. We fucked relentlessly. If she stayed overnight, I became used to being woken up by her tongue swirling around my cock. Sometimes we fucked in that lazy morning way, too. Sometimes she simply milked me with her mouth, greedily gulping down my sperm. And that's the thing. She was a natural when it came to sex. She just had skills. She knew exactly how to give somebody pleasure. To give me pleasure. And, to be fair. I knew how to return the favor. I woke her up some mornings with my lips against her soft pussy. I loved the taste of her. With my fingers inside her, fucking her wetness, I loved being in control of her orgasms. She loved my condominium. We had more privacy and liberty to fuck, than if I went to the apartment she shared with her co-worker. I'm getting ahead of myself. We fucked like all the couples do when they first meet. Nothing spectacular. Nothing acrobatic. Just enjoying each other's bodies. Fucking from behind, cowgirl, spooning... She was always keen to unexpectedly treat me by getting on her knees in front of me in any room in the house. I loved when, as we watched a movie in the evening, she slouched on the sofa and gave me access to explore her pussy with my tongue (I didn't want to watch the crummy movie, anyway!). And explore I did, taking my time, and making her cum into the double digits. We got married, as I've mentioned. She moved in. I thought I had won at the game of life. Nobody can complain about the intensity of an orgasm, but when you love somebody, the pleasure is multiplied a million times. Staring into the eyes of your soulmate as your head nearly explodes with pleasure, and you feel them pulsing against your cock as they feel the same thing, is surely one of life's ultimate offerings. I was hard whenever I saw her naked, unless my cock was still wet from her pussy; and at that point I was at least thinking about going again, even if my cock wasn't ready to respond yet. She matched me, move for move. She wanted all I could give her. More, maybe. For example, once we were getting ready to go out. She was pulling up her dress, with that always-funny difficulty of pulling the tight fabric over the rump of her peachy ass. Who doesn't love that? I sat back in bed, leisurely watching her, my hand idly stroking the achingly hard almost eight inches of my manhood. With a smile she ordered me to lie back, and then squatted on my cock and rode me until we both came. Then, and after wiping up my cum as it dribbled down her leg, she went back to getting dressed. But there was a problem. A Problem. Let me talk briefly about Chrissie. She was the one before Elena. Something similar to the above had happened. We'd been getting ready to go out. Chrissie had been putting on her underwear. I had been watching her from the bed, slowly stroking my cock. Chrissie had seen me. She too had smiled when, sitting in front of her dressing table, she had put the finishing touches to her lip gloss. But here's where things were different. I walked over to her, put my hand on the back of her head, and fucked her mouth. I told her to look up at me as I did so. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and, once or twice, she gagged as I pushed deep down her throat. It wasn't long until I came. I held her head as I pumped cum down her throat. I could feel her desperately swallowing. I pulled my cock out and she gasped for air. Saliva and sperm were dribbling out of her mouth and onto her generous tits. "Fuck it, I'll have to do my make-up again!" she said. She certainly would. Her mouth was seriously messed-up and her eyes had been streaming. I slapped my cock against her cheeks, then pushed the tip against her lips. She licked the final drops of cum from my cock. "What do you say?" I asked. "Thank you," she said. Chrissie had been deeply submissive. In case it isn't clear, I am dominant. I'm not mad crazy about this side of me. I don't even define myself as being a sexually dominant guy. It's just something that arises during sex, and that I enjoy. In fact, my relationship with Chrissie had ended because I wasn't dominant enough. I didn't want to accompany her to BDSM clubs and flog her ass cheeks while others watched. Sometimes I just wanted a romantic evening with a cozy little fuck at the end. Nine times out of 10, Chrissie would say; I want to be treated like the nasty slut I am." Folks, it was very, tiring. Chrissie was a freak. I wasn't. The Contrast of Elena. Back to Elena. Months into our marriage, and she had no idea of this side of me. Our sex had been; Straightforward. Fun, yes. Intense, yes. But nothing outside the scope of what most people consider ordinary, nowadays. To be frank, I didn't dare introduce this side myself to Elena. I couldn't risk losing her. Things were about to change. There were a few things that, well, had never quite added up about Elena. The first was that she was a woman without a past. It wasn't that she hid anything. But she had turned up in my town and, essentially, begun a new life. She had previously lived in San Diego. She did have boyfriends before me, of course. She talked about a guy called Alex. There had been a guy called Thomas, if I recall correctly. She'd lived with Alex for a few years. It was partly because of a breakup that she had moved. I didn't press her for details, of course. What's past, has passed, I thought. Or at least I did back then. The second thing that didn't quite add up was more serious. She didn't give up her dating app account after we started our relationship. About a month after we'd met, and were well into our relationship, I opened the dating app to delete my account. I was pretty sure I wouldn't need it again. And there was Elena. She had logged into her account that same day. Her profile pictures had changed since the last time I'd viewed her account, too. There was even one photograph I'd taken of her. I asked her about it. She said she still talked to a handful of people she'd matched with. Just via the text chat feature. She wasn't using the app for hook-ups. It was just some guys she'd known for a while. It was nice to speak to people, she said, especially considering she was new to the area and had yet to make many real-life friends. She said some of the guys had first started chatting to her around the same time she had met me. But all she did was banter with them. It just like people chat to their mates on WhatsApp or Telegram. She talked about TV. Or stuff happening in the world. One guy had recommended a restaurant she and I had visited. It was good, innocent fun. Had she fucked any of these guys? She refused to answer, telling me that it was all in her past. Seeing that I was annoyed, she said she would delete her account just like I had done. I watched from across the room as she did so. She flashed the phone screen at me and showed me that "User not found" appeared when she tried to login again. OK. Fine. I put the matter behind me and didn't think about it until months later, after we had got married. I had got used to her phone buzzing a lot with notifications. It was just old friends, she would tell me. From back home. Or work colleagues. Often she would spend five or ten minutes chatting to them in the evening. She didn't text them when I could see her screen, though. Her phone was configured not to show anything on the lock screen, other than that she had received a message of some kind. So, even if I glanced at her phone, it didn't reveal anything. But my suspicions didn't go away. Not at all. One evening, some months after we were married, she told me she wanted to have an early night. I was watching TV and wanted to stay up, so we kissed, and she went upstairs. I don't know why, but I felt things weren't right. After ten minutes I thought I'd just go to bed with her and read until I felt sleepy. Once upstairs I could hear her. Or should I say, I could her the low buzz of her vibrator. Folks, I knew she masturbated. Of course she did. She knew that I did, too. If I went away for work, we would FaceTime and masturbate together. But it wasn't a regular thing we did. We both kept our wanking to ourselves. The bedroom door was mostly closed that evening. I could see her through a crack. One hand was under the duvet, presumably holding the vibrator against her clitoris. Her other hand was holding her phone. Initially I thought maybe she was watching porn. She was texting somebody. She tapped out a message with her thumb, then when the response came back, she smiled, and. Well, then she intensified her pleasure with the vibrator, teasing herself, taking herself closer to orgasm. This was the pattern. She'd text. Smile at the response, or even let out laughter. Then she'd close her eyes and give herself pleasure. Eventually it became too much because, with a shudder, she reached a quiet orgasm. Then she smiled as she texted one final time before she put the vibrator and phone away, switched off the light, and settled down to sleep. Back downstairs, I wondered what I'd just witnessed. Who was this guy she was texting. Alex? Thomas? Some guy off the dating app? I've love to say it had made me hard but it hadn't. I was way too pissed off. Half an hour later, following a little deep breathing to try and calm myself, I'd gone up to bed myself. After I got under the duvet, she spooned me. Then she reached around, as she so often did, to feel for my cock. "My pussy's so wet," she said, sleepily. "I've been waiting for you to come to bed." I moved on top of her without saying a word. Yeah, there was no doubt she was wet. My cock slipped inside with zero effort. I was still angry. It perhaps became clear in the way I fucked her, my cock pumping deep inside her pussy. She seemed taken aback by my energy. She orgasmed, then said, "Cum in me." I was just so annoyed. I wasn't about to do anything she asked for. Instead, I pulled out and, within seconds, sent spurts of cum up her stomach. Again, she was surprised to the point of being shocked. But she smiled and said, "That was different!" It might sound crazy but this was the first time that, following sex, I had cum outside her pussy. I always came inside her. Either inside her pussy, or in her mouth when she gave me oral. Chrissie had been the opposite. There wasn't an inch of that woman that I hadn't splattered with sperm. As I said earlier, sex was different with Elena. It was just much more; traditional. Returning from the bathroom after toweling herself dry, Elena gave me a peck on the cheek, and fell asleep near instantly. What the fuck had happened? The next day I knew that I had to somehow see her phone. I needed to know who this guy was. Hell, I had a right to know. Who was it who was bringing off my wife behind my back? I didn't care if this was over text chat, or if he was standing behind her, balls deep in her cunt. The opportunity arose about a week after thankgiving. Elena left the house for work, but I found her phone on the kitchen counter top. The screen was locked, of course. She had never shared the passcode with me. But I could plug it into her laptop. That didn't need a password. Once plugged in it would sync her messages and media. And I could then see them. I phoned in sick to my employer. My heart was pounding as I attached the USB cable. I knew I shouldn't be doing it. I knew I might be ending our relationship with what I discovered. If nothing else, the betrayal of trust of me hacking her phone and seeing her private messages could irreversibly damage our relationship. But I had to know who this guy was. Sync 100%. Complete. I clicked to open the chat app on the laptop. Messages from Maria, her manager at work. Nothing interesting. Messages from her dentist about getting a checkup. Her car insurance was about to expire. I should remind her about that. And then, there it was in the list at the left. Several male names. Mark. Alex. James. I clicked on Mark. I didn't need to read the chat. It was obvious what was being discussed from the thumbnails of photos in the chat. Naked flesh. People fucking. I click on one of the thumbnails. It opens full screen. The text message attached to it says: "Remember this?" The words are followed by a devil emoji. Elena's face is on the left of the photo, her eyes closed. A huge spurt of cum is captured in the shot, flying out from a cock belonging to a guy at the right. The cum is about to splash against Elena's red lips. Her hair is different. Shorter. This is some time ago. I sit gazing at the photo. I feel dazed. I have never cum on Elena's face. I've thought about it so many times. Then I realized something. The photo was taken by a third person. The way Elena and the guy are shown, means it couldn't have been taken by the guy himself. Or even Elena. I closed the photo and double-click another thumbnail. A close-up of Elena's head, with two cocks pushing against her lips. The text message caption: "You're an Incredible cock sucker!" I close the photo and open another. This one's taken by a guy fucking Elena from behind, his cock half way inside Elena's pussy. She's bent over. In front of her, is another guy, and it's clear she has his cock in her mouth. The text message caption: "I want this again!" I see a video file in the list. I take a deep breath and double-click to open it full screen. It's like I'm there in the room with them. Mobile phones just have incredible picture quality nowadays. Elena is on a bed, riding a guy, cowgirl. We're seeing her from behind. It's definitely her, though. I know that body so well. The phone briefly pans down to show the cock of the guy holding the phone. The guy who's recording the movie. He slathers this lengthy cock with some kind of lube and strokes it a few times. There's a moment of camera shake and confusion, until the image stabilises. The guy is kneeling behind Elena, who's still riding the same guy from before. She's bent forward. The guy slowly pushes his cock into Elena's asshole. She releases a deep groan. I know that sound. I've heard it from Elena so many times. The guy starts fucking Elena's arse, as she continues to ride the guy she's straddling. From what he's saying, the cameraman is clearly enjoying it. He pans the camera away from his cock sliding in and out of her asshole. My heart skips a beat. There's a third guy. He comes over and offers his cock to Elena's mouth. "Yeah!" says the guy holding the phone. "Spit roast and a cock for every hole!" Elena makes a positive response; an Um, to agree with him. I feel dreamlike. The video continues. All three guys fuck Elena. They use her. I want to stop the video playing. Put the laptop away. Forget about what I've seen. But I can't. I can't look away. It's only when I hear somebody behind me that I hit the pause button. I turn my head to look. It's Elena. "What are you doing?" said Elena. I'll be honest here. It was pretty obvious what I was doing. I was sitting on the sofa, using her laptop. Frozen on its screen, in a paused video, was Elena. She was riding a guy, while the guy holding the phone and recording it all had his cock in her asshole. A third guy was at her mouth, offering his cock. I had been watching all this, dazed and confused, not knowing what to think; Until she unexpectedly returned home. In reality, what Elena was saying was: "What the fuck?" She didn't say another word but, instead, ran upstairs. I ran after her and discovered her in the bedroom, heaving a suitcase out of the wardrobe, after which she began throwing clothes into it. "I can explain." I said. But I really couldn't. "I'm sorry," I continued. "How could you do that?" said Elena, with tears in her eyes. "All of; What's on my phone is private." "You're having an affair." She looked at me as if I were insane. "I have never been unfaithful to you! Not now we're married. Not when we were dating." "I saw you. The other night in bed. Chatting to somebody and masturbating." She looked crushed. "That's not an affair. That was; It was an old friend. That's all. From a relationship a long time ago." I sat on the bed. She stopped throwing clothes into the suitcase and stood with her head in her hands. "Those photos and videos?" I said. "I'm so sorry," she replied, again with tears in her eyes. "It must be so upsetting for you to see such; Such disgusting things." She sat beside me. "You're such a sweet, innocent guy," she continued. "I hoped you'd never see me like that." I couldn't find the words to reply. Innocent? Me? I had once tied my former girlfriend to a bondage horse and used her pussy like a fleshlight, feeling her butt plug pressing against my cock as I pounded her... All while 100 people watched our webcam at a swinger's website. And that had been one of the gentler sessions that Chrissie had demanded. Was it possible that Elena and I had spent the last six months together and that, throughout that time, she hadn't understood who I was; and what really turns me on? Yes, I realized. It really was possible. And I her. I had no idea she had this side to her. But the thought of it made my heart loop the loop. When we met we had fallen in love instantly. It had felt like we'd known each other forever. It had been like we were made for each other. But we had lifetimes worth of experiences that we hadn't even begun to share. Until that point. "Who is he?" I asked. "Which one?" I laughed. Okay, that might've been insensitive but it was all I could do. "Mark. I think he's the one I clicked on. The guy holding the camera in... Well, in I guess what can only be described as a gang bang." "He's my ex. He's why I'm here in this part of the country. It just became too intense. We took things too far. He's a part of my life that; I'm ashamed of." In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I figured I'd carry on playing the innocent. "What was the straw that broke the camel's back?" I asked. Elena looked at the floor. "He would take me to clubs. He'd find other men who would use me. It wasn't just him. It was me. I needed to be used. It's hard to explain." My cock was hard. I began to rub it, pressed as it was against the fabric of my trousers. Elena gazed at it. "Use you in what ways?" I continued. "Having sex with me," she said quietly. It was clear she didn't understand what was going on at that moment. To be fair, I'm not sure I did, either. "One man at a time? Or many men?" "Just Mark and the other guy. We had to do it in the toilet cubicle at the nightclub or we'd get thrown out. It was pretty difficult to get any more than three people in there. Sometimes guys would stand on the toilet in the cubicle next door and watch, though." "I need to use you right now," I said. "Unzip my trousers." She did so, and pulled out my cock. I was so hard it almost hurt. "I'm going to use your mouth and then I'm going to cum on your face," I said. Elena nodded. I reached up and pulled her head down on my cock. She swallowed me easily, like she had many times before. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd sucked my cock. Not at all. But this time I'd held her head with both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth. "I'm not innocent Elena," I said, grunting with the pleasure. "Our sex life has been amazing. But I've thought about doing so much more. I'm so glad you're; Er." Her head lifted off my cock and she gasped. "A filthy slut?" she suggested. I guided her head to mine and kissed her deeply. I could taste my own precum. "I love you more than anything," I said. "I love you too, so much!" she replied, with half a smile. "Sit on the floor against the bed," I said. She did so, leaning her head against the mattress. I stood above her and began stroking my cock. "Let me see your tits," I said. She began unbuttoning her white work blouse. "Tear it open," I continued. She did so. It was ruined. But neither of us cared about it at that moment. I felt an orgasm building. "I've fantasized about this so much," I said, my breathing becoming irregular. "Give it to me. All over my face." "Put your tongue out." She did so. I stroked my cock rapidly until I couldn't hold back. Hot white cum shot out of my cock, striping her face and hair. She winced slightly as it splashed against her. It felt as if I hadn't cum for weeks; but we'd fucked only the previous night. Six, seven, eight spurts shot out. Once done, I offered my cock to her mouth. She took it inside and licked it clean, and I felt the slipperiness of my own cum in her mouth. She looked up at me. Her face was ruined with my sperm, which dripped down her face onto her tits. She licked around her mouth, taking some in to swallow, before looking up at me with the one eye that wasn't sealed shut by cum. We need to talk," she said, with a smile. "Oh Ed, I m so fucking horny for your cock in my ass. I need to be spanked, and you need to bite my nipples harder, when you screw me. I need to fuck you in the park, and up on the rooftop. I need you to let us make our own videos, for me to wank off to, when I m at work. I need you to pour a cast replica of your wonderful cock, so I can make a dildo of your glorious phallus. I m going to redo my Christmas wish list, because I miss my butt plugs and need some bigger ones. Plus, I need nipple clamps. I need some fantasy lingerie, so I can roleplay so, so many fantasies that are bottled up inside me. She got up from the floor and laid on our bed, she was on her back with her head hanging over the side. Without a word, she pulled me over and lined up my revitalized cock to her open mouth and throat. With both hands reaching around my asscheeks, she pressed my cock into her throat. Her lips squeezed the base of my shaft and she began pistoning my cock in and out of her warm wet orifice. I synced up with her rhythm and took over the initiative.  She was soon going pale from lack of air, and her mascara was smeared onto my ballsack, so I partially withdrew. Catching her breath, she continued to firmly rub my cock tip with her strong tongue. After perhaps a minute, she was  ready to devour me. I reached down to steady myself, and I grabbed a tit in each hand. I began hard, fast fucking while my fingers pinched her rock-hard nipples.  In less than a minute, I was injected my cream down her esophagus. Her two hands were down her panties, and her hips were madly twerking as her orgasm flooded over her. I forced her into sexual submission, and she loved it. I ve secretly been a naughty girl, Ed. I need discipline. Can you do that for me, Ed? Please? Still drained from the intensity of the orgasm, I agreed. Based on posts by Total Turn On for Literotica.