It's late, I'm sitting in the lounge and watching a movie. I fidget and move restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position. I'm looking at the TV, but I'm not there. My mind is elsewhere, thinking of events outside the house.

My thoughts replay earlier that evening. We put the kids to bed, they are asleep and won't be awake until the morning. I watch you get dressed: you slip into a nice black g-string and cover it with a short black skirt. It hugs your body wonderfully. You wear a nice top that shows off your slender shoulders, and you've got your hair straightened. It flows and hangs down your back. Make up done, perfumed and ready. Your Reddit date has invited you out for some drinks at a bar in town. We worked out that he was taller than you, so you slip into a nice pair of heels that you bought, just for this occasion. This has been weeks in the making, encouraged by me of course.

What started out as some fun through chat, has led to this. If all goes well, you'll have some great conversation and might even make out a little bit. Beyond that, I reassure you that if something happens, I'll be here to support you. You look beautiful, so unbelievably sexy. Finally, your Uber arrives. We kiss for a moment, and with a reassuring pat on your bum, I send you off on your date.

That was 3 hours ago, and the clock reads 12:06am. My phone vibrates, indicating a message. I can't pick it up fast enough. Unlocking my phone, I open your message.

"Baby, you awake?" I feel my heart race, and my breath stops. I reply, "Yes bubba. How's it going?"

I see the familiar blue ticks. You've seen my message.

A minute passes.

Then another.

I stare at the screen, as if the harder I stare, the quicker your reply will come. Bzzzt. '1 message received from Sarah'

I unlock the phone to a photo of you, with your date's cock in your mouth. We knew he had a nice thick cock. You would tell me about how you liked his head and the length. That it looked like it'd taste good. And that if you were on birth control, you wouldn't mind him cumming inside your pussy. All of these things rushed to my mind, as I stared at this photo he took for me, on your phone. There you are, eyes shut and mouth hungrily swallowing his big cock. Seeing it against your little mouth and tender lips was confirmation that he was a big boy. From the look of this photo, you've only gotten his head into your mouth. I wonder if you will manage to get much of him down your throat.

Bzzzt. Another photo from your date. This time, you're getting more of his fat dick into your greedy mouth. I can see his cock glistening with your spit. Between him taking these photos, you've been sucking his cock. Judging from where your spit is on his shaft, I can see you've gotten about two-thirds of his member down.

Bzzzt. Another photo and confirmation: you're deep throating him and he still isn't all in your mouth. My head is reeling from the blood flow, I'm dizzy from the sheer excitement. The love of my life, my wife, is throating a big cock and I'm sitting at home with a hard-on. Life is good.

"Do you like the photos baby?", comes through. I respond, "Yes baby, you're so fucking sexy. This was a surprise, thank you." You reply, "I had a few drinks and wasn't shy anymore. We left the bar and ended up back at his place. I hope you don't mind... I've been sucking his cock for the last ten minutes probably." I type and send, "I'm glad you're feeling comfortable baby. And I don't blame you, he's got a nice cock. Do you like sucking on his dick baby?" Your reply comes, "Yeah... I do. Uhm, baby? Can I ask you something?" I look at your message and feel my chest tighten. I know what you're about to ask. I know because when you suck my cock and it touches the back of your throat, your pussy becomes a wet mess. You love that feeling. I can only imagine how wet you are at that moment. I respond, "Of course baby, what is it?"

One minute passes until you finally reply. "Would you be mad if I fucked him?" I read the message over and over again, making sure my eyes aren't playing tricks.

Before I can think about it, my fingers type the response "Not at all love. You must be really wet huh?" You reply, "My g string is soaked. I'm so wet and my pussy is actually aching for his cock. Are you sure you're okay with this?" I reply, "I'm sure baby. Will you send me some photos?" You reply, "Aha, I'll get him to take some for you bubba." I reply, "I can't wait. You're so sexy, I love you x" You reply, "Thanks for letting us do this. I can't believe it's happening. I love you too x" I watch your Online status go off. I pull up my gallery and scroll through the photos you sent me. I free my throbbing cock and stroke it gently. I'm so turned on. Precum dribbles down my head and onto my shaft. I use it as lube and slowly wank my cock, my imagination running wild at the thought of you being fucked at that very moment. It's enough to bring my orgasm close. I stop touching my cock and let the feeling subside. After what feels like several minutes, my phone vibrates. It's a photo of you on your back, getting stretched open by your date's cock. Your face is mid moan, eyes shut tightly as his big cock forces it's way into your tight, pink pussy. You must have been so horny for him, you didn't even take your g string off. He's got it pulled to one side, and it's obvious that he's been fucking you for a little while already. The tell-tale sign of your cream already lightly coated his shaft. Another photo comes through. In this one, his cock has gone deeper into you. He's pretty much 3/4 of the way in. Your hand has now replaced his, holding your g-string to one side, so your date can fuck you. He obviously needs his hand to grip your leg, since his other hand is taking the photo. Your face is still in mid moan. I can only imagine how you must sound. Another photo comes through. He is now balls deep in you. His entire cock has been swallowed by your greedy cunt. I'm not surprised, your hole would have been wet and slippery. It was only a matter of time until you opened up for him. In this photo, your eyes are open. You're looking into the camera, and at me, while you let this man fuck you. Another photo comes through. He is mid-thrust and half of his shaft is out. You've now got him coated in a decent layer of pussy juice. In this photo, I can see how your lips grip him. I close my eyes and blend all the photos together, to create a mini-movie. My cock is now dribbling a consistent string of precum. I feel that if I stroke myself now, even for a minute, I'll explode all over stomach. I remind myself to be patient. Some minutes pass. I haven't had any new photos from you. I resist the urge to message and ask what's going on. During this time, I am inundated by a cocktail of emotions.

Lust. Jealousy. Anxiety. Love.

Bzzzt. Another photo has arrived. You are on your knees and you're presenting your ass to him. He's expertly taken this photo to include his cock, covered in your sex, as well as your pussy. Hints of white are laced in your wetness. I can't help but wonder if that's from you enjoying his cock, or if he has cum inside you already. The idea of both burn my chest with lust when, suddenly, I feel my breath stop. A video has come through. I stare at it for a few seconds, anxious and unprepared for how it may make me feel. I press play and watch the screen morph into you being fucked balls deep by your date's big cock. He's giving you long, deep strokes. The sound of your pussy gripping and making his cock sloppy is drowned out by your voice. You're gasping and moaning, loudly, as his thick shaft thrusts in and out of your hole. Your lips grip and asshole clenches as he gets his full length inside you.

You sound like you're enjoying yourself. I love it.

The whole video lasts about 30 seconds. I spend the next 5 minutes re-watching and memorizing every detail. Another 5 minutes pass, and I haven't gotten an update. I fight the recurring urge to message when I get a message from you. "Baby??? Are you there??" I quickly reply, "Yes my love! You're so fucking sexy. How was it??" You reply, "It was so much fun bubba. He's called me an Uber, I'll be home soon. Stay up and wait for me please?" I reply, "Of course baby, I'll be waiting. I'm so hard from all the photos, and especially that video!" You reply, "I'm looking through the photos he sent. Stay hard and wait for me. I'm bringing you a present." Curious, I reply, "What present baby??"

You are already offline.

What feels like forever ends up being only 20 minutes, when I hear the familiar sound of your key in the front door. You're barely into the house when I walk up to you and kiss you. It's a passionate reunion, we kiss and let our tongues wrap around each other. I pull you into a deep embrace and we hold each other for a moment. Up close to you, I am met with the smell of your sweat, your sex and an unfamiliar cologne. No doubt from your date. We quietly shut the door and make our way into the lounge. Once we sit down on the couch, your hand finds my cock. You rub the outline of my prick through my shorts and ask me to pull them off. My cock sits hard and upright, red and angry. You wrap your hands around me and slowly stroke my shaft, forcing some precum to dribble out. Seeing this, you lean down and take my head into your mouth. I feel you suck on my cock head and feel your tongue greedily lick up my leak. You sit up and kiss me deeply again. You then break the kiss and say to me, through a smile, "Do you know what happened tonight?" I smile back, and reply, "Yes... my wife went out and got fucked." You reply, "I did baby... I sucked his cock for a while and then we fucked. It felt so good, my pussy wanted his cock. Do you want to know what else happened?" I feel my chest tighten, my excitement creeps into my voice. "What else happened baby?", I ask. You reply, "I let another man cum inside my pussy... do you want to see?" I feel myself go hot, blood rushing to my face from the sheer excitement of what I just heard. "Yes, please...", I manage to blurt out. You stand up and place one leg on the couch, lifting your skirt up. Facing your pussy to me, I am met with the unmistakable smell of cum. Your g-string is wet and there is a hint of cum leaking out, some has made it's way down your thighs. Feeling my hands shake, I go to pull your panties to the side, feeling the damp fabric. There, I admire your used pussy and the mess your date left behind. "He fucked me while I had my ass up, and said he was going to cum. Without any warning, he pulled my hips tightly towards him and shot his load while he was balls deep. I could feel his cock throb as it squirted his hot cum into me." Hearing you say those words put me into a trance. Without a second thought, I move my face towards your cunt and lick your pussy. I taste you and your lover, a combination of sweet and salty. You let out a soft moan and gently grind your hips into my mouth. I lap up whatever drips out of your cunt, while I slowly stroke my throbbing hard cock. You look down at me, smiling with a hint of shyness. You then ask me the million dollar question. "Do you want to add your load to my pussy baby..?" "Fuck yes. Get on your back, now", I say to you. Like an obedient slut, you lay on the couch and spread your legs open for me. Without breaking eye contact you peel your g-string to one side and look deep into my eyes. "You gonna fuck me too baby?" I rub my cock against your opening, reminding myself that another cock was just inside you. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you until I cum. Is that alright?" You look at me with an innocent look, without breaking eye contact. You say to me, "What are you waiting for then?" I slide my cock into your wet pussy. It's still tight but also feels used. Your lovers cum, which is still coating the deeper parts of your hole, start covering my own cock as I fuck you. I lean down and our tongues join. I whisper "I love you", to which you reply "I love you too". Romance turns to lust as you follow up with a question: "Can you feel his cum inside me baby?"

I can. I feel the familiar wetness of your hole, but there's another sensation. One that feels more silky and slippery. It sends me over the edge.

My orgasm takes over and I feel my balls empty the load I've built up from the entire evening. I thrust into your pink hole, cumming as I continue to fuck you. For the second time tonight, your cunt is a sloppy mess. I make sure you get every last drop.

Despite my climax, my cock continues to throb and stays hard. Mad with lust and desire for you, I sit on the couch and beckon you to come over to me. I whisper into your ear, "Why don't you taste your lover's cum and mine off of my cock?"

You giggle and smile at me, and without saying a word, you kneel infront of my pole and take it into your mouth. Lips wrapped tightly around my thickness, you suck my cock like you've missed it. I watch your greedy tongue lick up the creamy mess on my shaft and balls. You don't waste a single drop.

Once you're satisfied with your clean up, you come and sit up next to me, passionately making out. You end up asking me if it felt good. I tell you that it felt so good I was about to pass out. We lay next to each other for a moment, your head on my chest. I've reclaimed you and you've found your way back to me. We eventually get up to share a shower, giving each other attention and making sure we're feeling loved by each other.