My wife, at 36, is an absolute stunner—blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a body that turns heads everywhere she goes. She flaunts her perfect 36B breasts and an irresistibly curvy ass with confidence that drives me wild. At home, she loves to lounge around in nothing but a tiny t-shirt and a pair of barely-there thongs. When we hit the beach, she rocks the skimpiest bikinis, leaving little to the imagination.

Recently, she was away on a business trip in a bustling city—a place where she could walk around without running into anyone familiar. While enjoying a few drinks with her colleagues at a trendy bar, we were texting back and forth. She was wearing a sultry, short black dress and sky-high heels that I had picked out for her, and I couldn’t help but fantasize about her being eyed by other men.

One of our favorite flirty games is when I ask her if she’s being hit on. Knowing that other people are checking her out is a massive turn-on for both of us. We were exchanging texts throughout the night, but suddenly she went quiet, and I started to feel drowsy around 1 AM.

When she’s away, I’m a light sleeper, and even the faintest notification wakes me up. At around 2 AM, my phone buzzed, and I squinted at the screen to see a text from her that made my heart race: “Do you want me to suck someone else’s cock?”

I was stunned. “What do you mean?” I shot back, trying to process it.

“A guy wants me to blow him. Does that make you hot?” she replied, teasingly.

“A super hot guy I just met. He’s got a big one!”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Had I finally crossed into one of my wildest fantasies? Apparently, she had met this guy at the bar, and after a few too many drinks, she had shared my desire for her to explore her sexuality with other men.

Later, I discovered that this steamy exchange had taken place back in her hotel room. Her new friend had bragged about his size, and she took the initiative to find out for herself, reaching out and grabbing him through his pants.

To my delight, she gave me this guy’s number. I shot him a text to introduce myself, thank him for treating her well, and ask for the juicy details since she was a bit fuzzy on what had gone down. He mentioned that he wasn’t the only one interested in her, which only fueled my excitement. Apparently, he had suggested he was better endowed than another guy who had also been vying for her attention—definitely a win in my book!

“Want to watch me with this stud?” came another text, and my pulse quickened.

After a brief silence, my phone rang. Expecting just another text, I was shocked to see it was a FaceTime request. I answered, and there on my screen was my wife, her mouth wrapped around a very impressive cock.

“See, honey? I told you he had a nice one!” she said, looking straight into the camera.

With one hand holding her phone and the other gripping him, she began to slide up and down his shaft, her sultry eyes locked on mine. I could hear a deep voice in the background, taunting, “What a good cocksucker your wife is! Hope you’re enjoying the show.”

All I could think about was how incredibly turned on I was, and without hesitation, I started stroking myself to the mesmerizing scene unfolding before me.

“I really need both hands for this, babe. Sorry!” she purred, followed by a sultry moan that sent shivers down my spine.

Then the screen went dark. The image of her pleasuring him replayed in my mind as I reached my peak.

Thoughts raced through my head—what was happening now? I envisioned everything from him taking her from behind to wild fantasies of a full-on orgy. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, another FaceTime notification popped up. This time, I could see the silhouette of her new friend as he clearly enjoyed my wife, his fingers working their magic on her.

“Dude, your wife’s pussy is so tight and tastes amazing!” he exclaimed.

Once again, I was hard and couldn’t resist stroking myself while watching her writhe in pleasure beneath his touch. She was in pure ecstasy, moaning and rocking her hips against him. Just then, the phone slipped from her hand, plunging me back into darkness.

After two intense rounds of watching her pleasure, I finally fell asleep, waiting for another update. When my alarm went off at 7:30 AM, my first instinct was to check my phone for any messages. I had a few texts from her:

“God, I’m so tired and drunk, back in my room. Going to sleep.”

“I love you so much, thank you for letting me play.”

And finally, “PS: I didn’t fuck him, but I god I wanted to! Maybe tomorrow night❤️”