<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/37166003">Click here</a> to read all five parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="64005594" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Are you okay?” Stacy asked as she stood in the bathroom doorway and rubbed lotion into her hands.</p><p>“What?” Scott said as he snapped to attention and admired the satin slip his wife had put on for bed.</p><p>Stacy smiled. “I asked if you’re okay. It seems like you’ve been a little off since dinner tonight. Did something happen? Did I do something?”</p><p>“No, no. Of course not. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” Scott replied.</p><p>Stacy turned off the bathroom light and approached the bed as Scott admired her long, toned legs and the way the slip revealed just a little hint of her butt.</p><p>As she crawled into bed, Stacy said, “You didn’t really answer the question. Does that mean you’re not okay?”</p><p>Scott directed his gaze back to the ceiling. He wasn’t sure he wanted to get into it. He knew it was a stupid, ego-driven thing that was bothering him. He suspected Stacy would roll her eyes if he told her about it, and rightfully so.</p><p>Lacking an elegant way to introduce the subject, he simply said what was on his mind. “Who gave you the best sex of your life?”</p><p>“Oh my god,” Stacy said, though Scott didn’t detect any annoyance in her voice. If anything, she seemed bemused by his question. “Is that what this is about? Have you been thinking about this since dinner?”</p><p>Scott felt a little silly, but he had been thinking about it since dinner.</p><p>“I’m sorry. It’s just that it seemed obvious that I was definitely not the best you’d ever had,” he said.</p><p>Stacy rolled her eyes. “You know, this is why I don’t like Stephanie. She was absolutely trying to cause trouble when she asked us all about our best sexual experiences. She feeds on that stuff. She likes some kind of chaos vampire.”</p><p>Scott looked over at his wife and saw what looked like genuine anger towards the host of the dinner party they’d attended that night. He didn’t particularly like Stephanie either, in large part because she did seem to enjoy sowing the seeds of chaos at her parties.</p><p>“I get all of that, but you didn’t really answer the question,” Scott said.</p><p>Stacy rolled onto her side and studied Scott’s face. “Are we going to have a fight? It’s kind of late and I really don’t want to spend the next couple of hours arguing.”</p><p>Scott rolled onto his side and smiled at his wife. He kissed her forehead and took her hand in his. “No. I promise. I have no interest in fighting. I’m not even sure why I’m interested in who you had the best sex of your life with. I can’t get it out of my head though, and I feel like I’ll sleep a lot better if I know. That probably sounds crazy, but I’m just going to keep thinking about it if I don’t know.”</p><p>“Okay,” Stacy said. She took a deep breath and stared into Scott’s eyes before saying, “It was Todd.”</p><p>“The guy you dated before me?” Scott asked.</p><p>Stacy nodded as she squeezed Scott’s hand softly.</p><p>He’d met Todd on two occasions. In both instances Scott remembered feeling a little intimated. He knew Todd was a little better looking than him and in much better shape. He was the kind of guy that clearly went to the gym on a daily basis and clearly put a lot of purposeful work into making his body look as good as possible.</p><p>“Are you okay? You’re not saying anything?” Stacy said.</p><p>For a moment Scott pictured his wife on her back with Todd between her legs. He saw the other man thrusting in and out of Stacy’s pussy. He saw her eyes closed and her mouth agape as the sounds of intense pleasure escaped. Her saw her arms and legs wrapped around the other man.</p><p>Scott blinked the vision away and smiled at his wife. “Yes. Absolutely. I really am. Thank you for telling me. I already feel like my mind has calmed down a little.”</p><p>Stacy leaned closer and kissed him. “I love you, Scott. Please don’t forget that. You’re the one I married, after all. I broke up with Todd because he was awful in so many ways. You’re not. You’re wonderful in every way.”</p><p>“I know. I really do. I love you. I’m glad you picked me and I always will be,” he replied. “Goodnight. Sleep well.”</p><p>“You too,” Stacy said as she rolled over and turned off the light on her nightstand.</p><p>Scott wished he could fall right to sleep. He knew it wouldn’t be possible, though. He’d lied to his wife. His mind didn’t feel calmer. He had a million questions running through his head. First and foremost, he wanted to know what made Todd better. Did he have a bigger dick? Was it just that he was fitter? Did he fuck her harder? Was he more controlling in bed in a way that she liked? Did he let Stacy do whatever she wanted?”</p><p>Scott forced his eyes closed and tried his best to relax. Sleep was slow to arrive, though, and when it did, his dreams were filled with visions of another man fucking his wife.</p><p><br></p><p>Stacy was kissing another man. She was kissing Todd. She was kissing him with a kind of fervor Scott hadn’t seen from his wife in a long time.</p><p>Her hands seemed to glide over his muscular naked body. She kissed her way down his chest and dropped to her knees. She looked up at him, bit her lower lip, and pulled down his underwear to reveal his big cock.</p><p>Stacy wrapped her lips around it. Todd’s erection disappeared into her mouth. She deepthroated him with ease. He smiled and moaned as his ex-girlfriend pleasured him. Neither of them seemed to notice that Scott was in the room and watching everything.</p><p>It seemed like the blowjob went on forever. Stacy showed no signs of fatigue as she swallowed the big dick and used her hand to play with his balls.</p><p>When she finally freed the cock from the grasp of her eager lips, Stacy stood up and said, “I missed you. I missed you so much.” She stroked Todd’s erection. “I missed this.”</p><p>Todd picked her up and Stacy laughed gleefully. He put her in the bed and moved between her legs. Scott couldn’t seem to move from his place at the foot of the bed.</p><p>“Fuck me,” Stacy said.</p><p>Todd slipped into her pussy. Stacy wrapped her legs around him. She closed her eyes. She arched her back. She pushed her cunt towards him, swallowing as much of his cock as she could.</p><p>Scott watched another man fuck his wife. Anxiety washed over him as he saw the look of pleasure on her face.</p><p>“I haven’t been fucked like this in years!” Stacy cried out.</p><p>Scott looked down to see that his cock had grown to a fully erect state. It throbbed painfully. He felt an overpowering urge to reach out and wrap his fingers around it.</p><p>“I can’t believe I ever gave up your cock!” Stacy screamed as Todd fucked her harder.</p><p>“Stacy, please!” Scott said as he grabbed his dick and stroked slowly. He didn’t want to masturbate as someone else fucked his wife, but he couldn’t help it.</p><p>“What’s wrong, Scott?” Stacy said.</p><p>“Stacy, please!” he repeated.</p><p>Stacy turned to him as Todd stopped thrusting. “Wake up, sweetheart,” she said. “Wake up, Scott. Wake up.”</p><p>Scott opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He looked at Stacy. Her hair was matted and messy, but she looked just as beautiful in the satin slip as she had the night before.</p><p>“Hey there,” she said with a smile on her face. “You don’t usually talk in your sleep. That must have been some kind of dream you were having.”</p><p>Scott fought off the urge to share the details of his dream. He figured Stacy wouldn’t find his insecurity all that appealing.</p><p>“Was I talking?” he asked.</p><p>Stacy laughed. “You sure were. You were calling my name, in fact, though you sounded a little stressed out. Was I doing something weird in the dream?”</p><p>Scott wondered if weird was the right word for what had occurred in his dream. To him, his desire to masturbate in his dream was the weird part. Why did that happen?</p><p>Stacy lifted the sheets and looked at the erection trying to poke its way out of Scott’s underwear. “Or was I doing something naughty?” she asked as a playful smile crossed her face.</p><p>“It was probably that,” Scott said. “I honestly can’t remember. You know me, my dreams are usually gone the moment I wake up.”</p><p>Stacy reached under the sheets and into Scott’s underwear. She stroked his cock and the sheer pleasure of it made him moan.</p><p>“It would be a shame to waste such a lovely erection, don’t you think?” she asked.</p><p>She didn’t know it, but that was exactly what Scott needed to hear. His wife’s interest in his dick was exactly what he needed after a dream like that.</p><p>“I suppose so,” Scott said.</p><p>Stacy worked his cock out of his boxer shorts, straddled him, and pulled her panties aside. She took him inside her with ease.</p><p>“You’re so wet,” Scott said without really thinking about it. It caught him by surprise and the words just came out.</p><p>“You know I love your cock,” she said.</p><p>Scott felt a surprising rush of pleasure as he thought about Stacy’s confession the night before. He thought about how she loved Todd’s cock more and for reasons he didn’t understand it brought his loins to life in a deeply pleasing way.</p><p>Stacy rode him slowly as she leaned down to kiss Scott’s neck. Her tongue was eager and active as it moved over his skin. Her low, sensual moan invaded his brain put his arousal center into overdrive.</p><p>He grabbed Stacy’s ass and fucked his cock up into her. Sexual aggression poured out of him and she seemed to find it delightful as her moans got louder and faster as she rested her hands on Scott’s chest to maintain her balance.</p><p>“Fuck me, Scott. Fuck me,” she said.</p><p>Scott’s dream popped into his head. He thought of his wife uttering those same words to Todd. He thought of how vivid his dream had been. The images filled his head once more.</p><p>“Oh fuck!” he said moments before an orgasm washed through him and he filled his wife’s pussy with cum.</p><p>Stacy smiled as he stopped thrusting into her. In the midst of his pleasure, Scott felt bad that he hadn’t lasted long enough for her to cum. A small voice in the back of his brain told him that Todd had probably never made that mistake.</p><p>“Sorry,” Scott said. “That was unexpected.”</p><p>Stacy leaned down and kissed him softly. “It’s okay,” she said. “I kind of like that I can still make you cum like that even after a decade together.”</p><p>Scott appreciated the sentiment, but he thought he detected a hint of disappointment in his wife’s face as she climbed off of him and walked towards the bathroom. Stacy turned the shower on and shut the bathroom door.</p><p>He wouldn’t have thought it before last night, but Scott couldn’t help but wonder if Stacy was going to step into the shower and masturbate as she thought about Todd fucking her. The notion seemed insane, but he couldn’t get it out of his head.</p><p>He thought about getting out of bed and trying to slip into the bathroom to see if she was playing with herself, but he decided against it. If that’s what she needed, Scott wanted her to have it.</p>