After letting my fantasy get the best of me, she eagerly accepted the opportunity to grab dinner with her ex. The whole night was a blur as she kept me updated throughout. It started out fairly uneventful until a few drinks in. The texts from her becoming more suggestive. My excitement growing with each passing minute. Soon photos were sent, her hand on his bulging crotch followed with, “I really want to suck his cock…” My thoughts swimming between jealousy and arousal. The next photo was his hand on her thigh, slowly inching closer to her panties. “Baby, I’m so wet…” my fantasy mere moments from being a reality. “We are going back to his place.” FUCK! I think to myself. Wishing I could be there in person the second that his thick cock presses between my wife’s married pussy lips after all these years.