Looking down at my phone, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was all my fault though...

I had been reading and watching hotwife porn and told her to have dinner with her ex-boyfriend. I was sitting at home nervous the whole time. I got home right before she left for the night, she was wearing a little black dress that just barely covered her ass and her DD tits were straining to free themselves from the fabric. Her legs were freshly shaved and her toenails painted a bright red, feet encapsulated by a pair of black 6-inch heels.

She spun around for me before giving me a quick peck on the lips, ‘love you, baby’ she whispered as she closed her car door and backed out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, I get a text from her:

“My pussy is already soaking wet and I’m just driving to meet him”

My cock hardens at her admission while my stomach turns with uncertainty.

The two of them were meeting at an upscale restaurant in town, to catch up. Not knowing what would happen, I was both extremely aroused and very worried. I figured it would be a fun little marital experiment. She suggested the meeting after I admitted to being turned on by the thought of watching her fuck another man. It all happened so quickly.

Another text from her:

“Made it to the restaurant, I’ll keep you posted! 😘”

My mind began to race, they were in public. Nothing too terrible could happen. Forty- five minutes passed until I received the next text:

“He’s being a gentleman, but I want to suck his cock. I can see the outline in his pants.”

She had showed me pictures of his cock from when they used to date, he was easily 10 inches long. I began to imagine her reaching over and stroking his dick under the table while they flirted. She would be looking into his eyes as she licked her lips.

I replied to her text:

“Suck him.”

I couldn’t believe what I had done. I gave her permission to proceed. Time was standing still, about 20 minutes had passed since I sent the message. Then the response:

“Oh baby, I’ve had so many drinks. We are sitting at the table and he’s got two of his fingers inside my pussy, he’s going to make me cum at the table in the middle of the restaurant.”

The thought of him knuckle deep in my wife’s married pussy in public was making me so horny.

Soon I received a photo message of him sucking two of his fingers into his mouth with a slight grin on his face. Followed by silence. Fifteen minutes passed. Then:

“His cock is bigger than my forearm. After he fingered me, he unzipped his pants and told me to touch him. I wrapped my hand around it and my fingers wouldn’t even touch! He went to the bathroom and told me to meet him there in 5 minutes. Are you sure you want me to suck his cock?”

I read the message and without thinking my fingers typed, “Yes, I want you to suck his cock.”

She replied, “Good and by the way it wouldn’t have mattered what you said. I’ve been dreaming about choking myself on his cock all week.”

I loved her new found confidence. Several more minutes passed by. Then the video message popped up.

He was holding her phone as she kneeled before him. Her black dress hiked up to her waist. Her curvy ass resting on her high heels as she quickly unbuttoned his belt and fly. As she pulled the waist band of his pants down his cock flopped out heavily smacking her cheek. She wasn’t wrong about his cock, it was massive. I sat watching the video on my bed not realizing that I had automatically removed my pants and was now stroking my own cock.

She reached up with her hand and began stroking him. Slowly at first, kissing his cock head and rubbing it on her cheek. Looking up at the camera with lust in her eyes she opened her mouth and took him inch by inch. I heard them both moan as she began bobbing her head up and down, taking his man-meat farther and farther into her throat. My dick was throbbing in my hand as I slowly pumped my cock. In the video she pulled him out of her mouth, his dick completely coated with her saliva then the screen went black.

My phone died. Fuck. I pulled up my pants and began looking throughout the apartment for a charger. Once I got my hands on one, I plugged in the phone and waited. It took longer than 15 minutes before the phone booted up again. Finally I opened the text screen and waited for another video or message. Nothing. I sat in agony for another half hour.

Then I get a text from a private number:

“Your wife’s phone died man. She’s in good hands though, don’t worry.”

Shit, I thought.

Next, I get a photo from the same number. It’s my wife, completely naked with her ex-boyfriends cock rammed down her throat. Her eyes are watering as he is grabbing her hair.

“She can still swallow my cock, just like the good old days! I might have to stretch out that pussy, I’m sure she’s nice and tight, it’s been a few years since she’s had real man inside her.”

My stomach twisted in knots.

I received a new video. My wife was lying naked on her back, red lipstick smeared around her mouth. Her ex demanded her to spread her legs, she complied. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. My wife’s newly shaven pussy was now exposed to him, he grabbed his cock and he placed it between her swollen lips. He slowly pushed his entire length into in her married pussy. Her wet lips stretching to accommodate his size. I looked at her face as he pushed deeper into her, she bit her bottom lip and her eyes rolled back.