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My phone buzzed. It was a message from my wife.

"He's almost here."

I could feel the bulge in my pants start to grow underneath my work desk. The moment that I had been thinking about for years had finally arrived. My wife was going to have another man over while I was at work.

I texted her back.

"😈"

I navigated to the app that we agreed to use to message her bull. I opened up the conversation and began to flip through his images. I only had a few, as he was much more in direct communication with her: not me.

My heart raced as I sat there in my desk with oblivious coworkers sitting right next to me. I exited the app, closing the images of his big, veiny dick. He was attractive. I thought about how attractive he was, and how lucky my girl was to get him.

My phone buzzed once, then again - changing it's normal buzzing sound. It was from her. My phone alert read, "New message."

I had asked for her to send me three images. Three images, minimum. I wanted her to send me proof that she was fucking him in our home.

I stood up and slipped my phone into my pocket. The bulge in my pants was too visible to ignore. I needed to get to the work restroom.

The phone in my pocket buzzed again.

As I walked to the back of the office to get the bathroom key, I could feel the bulge getting bigger. I closed the restroom door behind me and locked it before turning to the sink and pulling out my already, very-erect cock. I opened the text from the woman I loved, and saw what I asked her for: pictures of her with him.

As I looked at a picture of her fully naked with his hard cock in her mouth, my heart fluttered. I finally got exactly what I wanted from her. She was his slut. She was another man's play-thing without me even there. And as I thought of the noises she must be making, and how our neighbors might hear, I stroked myself above the bathroom sink.

My phone buzzed: she had sent me a video. I hit play and watched as a man's hand grabbed my wife's head and forced his cock into her throat, making her gag before the video cut out. She was completely naked on her knees in front of him. I could see her mascara that was once pristine had been running down the sides of her eyes, likely as she was being forced to gag on his cock. I felt another flutter of passion in my heart. I pumped away at my throbbing cock as I watched her do to him what she was good at doing to me: take him fully into her throat.

Her gags filled the empty apartment: him holding the phone as he stood above her as she sucked his cock with a smile showing in her eyes.

She chose him. When she and I talked about who the other guy would be, she brought him up willingly as an option. He had been somebody who she would see when she was at work. She said he reminded her of me, but a bit younger and a bit shorter. Just one month from that conversation, here he was recording a video of my wife willingly shoving his cock deep into her throat.

With each muffled gag and choke that she made in the video, my erection grew harder. Thinking of her submitting to him so perfectly made my dick twitch. I could see pre cum dripping from my cock as my body prepared to gush. As I hit replay on the video and hoped to receive another, my pumps became faster and my balls got closer to my body.

Stream after stream of cum shot all over the sink that I was standing over in my work bathroom. It seemed like my body had been waiting to release this load specifically for this fantasy.

My wife had granted my wish of cucking me while I was not there, and I was happy. As I stood there with the video of them still playing, my dick twitching to a stop, I looked up at myself in the mirror and I smiled.

I was finally living the life I always wanted to but never had before that moment. I was finally a cuckold.