Now that my wife had entered the punishment phase of her adulterous behavior, we both knew that much fun awaited. In reality, it wasn’t so much punishment for her fling with JT, but more a series of increasingly debauched challenges for her to carry out, as part of our overall hotwife fantasy lifestyle.

After reaching out to JT, my wife came back downstairs with a surprisingly disappointed look on her face. It was early evening on the first Friday of the school year. The boys were outside hanging with friends, so my wife and I could speak freely. I said, "What's the matter? Did JT shoot you down?"

I was partially joking as I was pretty sure that would not happen.

"No," she said. "It's just...well, he's out of town, in Miami, meeting with his business partner this weekend. He'll be back Monday, and he DOES want to get together. I was just kind of hoping..."

I interjected, with mock sadness, "Aww - pretty slut wife can't get any action other than hubby on a Friday night?"

Anne laughed and said, "Actually, if you really want me to have an 'outing', I'm pretty sure I can find someone. But, I know you want to be in control now, so..."

Intrigued, I asked, "What makes you so confident - or - who are you thinking about?"

My wife said, "I'm pretty sure a certain twenty-something Puerto Rican man with a fetish for older women might be interested if I reached out..."

My wife left the comment dangling. Outings, you'll remember, were an affectionate term my wife and I used to designate nights when I loaned her out as a hotwife, which typically also involved me getting her sloppy seconds and reclaiming her. The twenty-something was of course Jorge, a young man with a girlfriend and a certain liking for older women, with whom my wife has had sex as part of our arrangement.

Now I truly was intrigued, and excited. I said, "Damn girl, you really do like dick! And, hell yes, if you can make it happen, I'm down. Just remember, that sweet little pussy needs to be able to take care of me when you're done."

She laughed and said, "Of course, babe. Always..."

Then she went back upstairs, phone in hand. I thought to myself, My God, what a woman.

About fifteen minutes later, my wife came back downstairs and joined me in the kitchen where I was mixing a couple of cocktails for us. She informed me that she and Jorge were "on" for Saturday afternoon. When I asked for details, she told me that she would likely be gone between four and six o'clock that afternoon. The timing was pretty good because the boys had a sleepover with some neighborhood friends Saturday night, which would likely start right around the time my wife returned from her lewd outing. When I pressed for additional details, she just told me not to worry "my pretty little head" about it. Well, ok, I thought to myself.

She said, "Look, when I get home tomorrow evening, you are probably going to get exactly what you want out of this, and then some! I'll make sure to fill you in on everything you want to hear. I just love getting you all excited when I tell you how naughty I've been. And I especially love it when my naughtiness makes you pop, whether it's in my hand, my mouth, or my pussy."

Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "And tomorrow night, I think it'll be in my pussy." Then she laughed and went back upstairs, with her cocktail. I was already hard. I loved it when she talked dirty. And I was pretty sure she was up in her closet picking out her outfit for the following day.

Once Saturday afternoon rolled around, my wife started getting ready for her outing while I was getting the boys ready for their sleepover. My wife called me upstairs to help with something. I arrived in our master bathroom to see my wife standing naked, holding an electric razor. She apparently needed my help in "cleaning up" her bikini area. I was more than happy to oblige, and I got a great "before" view of my wife's coochie prior to her expected fuck fest with Jorge. When I had completed my task, she turned the tables and offered to help clean up my "area" too. Of course, I let her, and she expertly and gently wielded the manscaping utility around my cock and balls, such that I was completely shorn when she was finished.

As she put down the razor, she placed my already semi-hard cock in her mouth and began to slowly, but sensually, give me a blow job. She gradually picked up the pace, but right as I was about to come, she stopped, and pulled her mouth off of my cock, still kneeling in front of me. A long tendril of saliva still stretched from her upper lip to the head of my pulsing cock. Some pre-cum had actually dribbled out, but I had not quite climaxed.

My wife looked at my penis and said, "Not yet. You'll have to wait a couple of hours, but don’t worry, it'll be worth it."

And with that, she got up, laughed, and told me to get out while she got dressed. About a half hour later, my wife came downstairs, dressed in a black miniskirt, white sleeveless blouse, and black leather heels. Clearly, she was looking to make a lasting impression on young Jorge. The kids were upstairs as my wife prepared to leave. I kissed her and told her to be careful, and to let me know when she was on her way home. She assured me she would, then gave me a kiss on the cheek, and hopped in her car, destined for her rendezvous.

After dropping off the kids at their sleepover, I received a brief text from my wife, indicating that she was driving home, and would be back before six o'clock. About ten minutes later, my wife called.

She said, "Hey babe, almost home."

I said, "Everything ok? Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," she said, in a kind of dreamy, far-away voice.

Then she gathered herself and said, "I mean, yeah! Sorry, just thinking about how much fun Jorge and I had." She laughed.

Then I said, "I want to know more, but I know I'll have to wait..."

She said, "Yep. And uh, babe? Could you move your car out of the garage, and maybe let me park, so I can come in without, you know, anyone seeing? I'll explain..."

I said, "Sure," and dutifully ran down and moved my car. I could not figure out why, but I'm sure the reason was sexy. Or at least I hoped...

About five minutes later, my wife pulled into our basement-level garage and then bounded up the stairs. I met her as she entered our kitchen via the basement door. As was always the case with her outings, my wife appeared both frazzled and glowing as she stood there, smiling mischievously.

"Hey, babe," she said. "Aren't you going to kiss me and ask me how much fun I had?"

"Of course," I said, and leaned in and kissed my wife. Anne smelled like a mixture of her favorite perfume and sweat. Always a good sign, I thought to myself. I asked her why she needed to sneak into the house.

"Two things," she replied. "One, being dressed like this mid-day might raise some eyebrows among the neighbors, which I didn’t really think about when I was leaving. And two, umm, Jorge made a little mess on the back of my skirt, and the last thing I wanted was to have someone see me and try to start a conversation."

With that. my wife turned and showed me the back of her black skirt. Oh my God, I thought to myself. There was an obvious area of dried semen in the lower middle portion of the rear of her skirt. I needed to know the details now, as my heart raced and my cock hardened. My wife faced me again and smiled. She kissed me again, and then "booped" my nose with her finger. Silently, she led me upstairs to our bedroom and instructed me to take off all of my clothes. I did as I was told, and stood before my wife, completely nude, as she took off her skirt, blouse, and bra.

Wearing only her black panties, my wife said, "Honey, look at how much of a mess I am. Can you tell I had fun?"

Her black panties didn't just have a wet spot, which was sometimes the case after one of her nights of fucking. Oh no - in this case, I could actually see Jorge's cum on the outside of my wife’s panties. He had pumped her full of so much cum that it had leaked out and through her panties!

"Oh, Anne," I said. "I need to hear everything, and I need to cum inside you."

My wife agreed. She pushed me back onto the bed, so that I was on my back, with my legs hanging off of the bed. Then she began stroking my already hard cock, and occasionally licking the head of my penis, or my balls. While working her magic on my cock, my wife finally spilled the beans on her afternoon delight with Jorge.

She told me that he had used his position at the hotel to secure a room for about an hour, and when my wife arrived at the hotel, he met her in the parking lot and ushered her in via an employee-only entrance. Once in the room, my wife told me that things moved pretty fast. So fast that the only clothes of hers that came off were her panties. She had started by sucking his cock after some brief small talk and kissing, but that quickly progressed to him needing to be inside her. She said he pushed her onto the bed on her back, pulled off her panties, hiked up her skirt, and entered her with his massive dong. She said he didn't last particularly long, and before she had fully worked herself up to an orgasm, he was filling her womb with a massive load of his sperm.

I asked her if that was when she left, and she just laughed. Because they had more time in the room, my wife said they lay on the bed for a bit afterwards. She said she was still very turned on by the visual of his long, brown cock, even in its flaccid form, so after a few minutes, Anne said she went to work on him, to see if she could get him hard again. Of course, her mouth and hands worked their magic as always. This time, my wife slid on top of him, still with her black mini skirt mostly on. She said she rode him hard, and climaxed quickly, and before long, Jorge was cumming too. She said he thrusted a little too exuberantly as he started to cum, however, and slipped out of her, resulting in his first orgasmic contraction sending a load of cum up and into my wife's skirt before she was able to guide him back into her pussy to finish his load. Mere moments later, they both realized that they had to get out of the room immediately, as a cleaning person was actually banging on the door, asking why it was locked. So my wife had to hurry and didn’t have any time to clean up prior to her drive of shame back to our house. I thought to myself, well, this explains the cum covered skirt and panties.

I was rock hard at this point and laughing a little with my wife as she finished the story of why she had returned home with such an obviously soiled wardrobe and cunt. I was close to cumming, and thanks to earlier foreplay, my balls were aching. My wife, now naked, stood up, and then sat down slowly on my cock, facing away from me. She rode me reverse cowgirl, getting slightly faster and more intense over time. As she rode me, I smacked her lovely ass and took turns calling her a slut and whore. The name calling and ass slapping got my wife off big time, and before long, Anne was cumming on my cock, admitting that she was a filthy whore wife, just as I told her that I wouldn’t want her any other way. Right after she climaxed, I felt my balls boil over, and I released my own load of sperm into my wife's dirty cunt, my sperm mixing with Jorge's in her womb.

Later that evening, after we had cleaned up, eaten dinner, and watched a movie, my wife and I were getting ready for bed when her phone chirped.

I said, "Anne - your phone!" When I didn’t immediately see her, I looked down and got a glimpse of who texted her before the screen went black. It was JT. My thoughts turned back toward her original challenge. It seemed as if the game was afoot, and even though I had been spent after our session earlier, I was already getting aroused thinking of what might come next.

My wife ran into the room and grabbed her phone. I noticed her smile, then watched her pecking away sending a text, no doubt to JT. She noticed me watching and said, "It's JT. He wants me to pick him up at the airport Monday."

As she said this I sat down on the bed, next to where she was standing. I slid my hand up under her sleeping shorts, and she looked down at me.

"What?" she said. "Nothing is necessarily going to happen."

I said, "Please. You know what your challenge is..."

My wife sat down on the bed next to me, and slowly put her hand under MY shorts. I was already semi-hard, and as she fondled my dick, it quickly began filling with blood.

She said, "So tell me what you want. Say it!"

She laughed as I said, "I want you to fuck him, ok? I want you to come home full of his cum, babe. Got it?"

As I said this, Anne had started truly jerking me off. She had even pulled my shorts down. It felt so good, I couldn’t help myself as I said, "Babe. Don't stop. If you make me cum right now, I swear, you can fuck him as much as you want any time. Oh, God!"

And with that my wife smiled, and began really pumping my cock, and eventually, even going down on me. My wife deep throating me was all that I could take. Within seconds, I was pumping her mouth full of cum, while trying not to yell and wake the kids.

When I had finished, my wife wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "As much as I want, eh? God, you're easy..."

And with that, we both passed out, knowing that Monday would be our next opportunity for hot fun and forbidden pleasure.

When Monday rolled around, my wife and I were too busy with work and after-school kids’ stuff to even think about the debauchery that would likely ensue later that night. She was to pick up JT at quarter to ten, meaning that any sexy activities would happen well after bedtime for the kids, which was exactly how we liked it.

When it was time for her to leave to pick up JT, I went up to our bedroom to kiss her goodbye and see her off. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, as it was now fall, and little or no makeup. I figured she wouldn’t feel the need to get extra dolled up for JT. As much as it still made me a little jealous, I got off on the fact that they legitimately liked each other. And given that, she didn’t need to get extra sexy for him. As much as it kind of disturbed me, they liked each other’s company, and would easily slide right from friendly small talk to hard fucking, and back, in a heartbeat. If my wife didn’t still take care of my every sexual need, this might have become a problem, but since I also got along with JT, I looked at it as more of an opportunity, for threesomes and more, down the road. For now, she was ready to pick him up, take him home, and then likely ride his cock a couple of times. I kissed her and told her to be safe, and then she was off.

While my wife drove and my kids slept, I was feeling a major testosterone rush ahead of what I expected to happen later. I decided to retreat to my "dungeon" gym in my basement, to get in a quick powerlifting workout. About halfway through my workout, my wife texted me to let me know that she had JT and was heading to his place. Post workout, instead of a shower, I downed some water and a protein shake and then relaxed with a couple of cocktails. I figured it would be good to be relaxed and in the mood.

At around half past midnight, I received another text from my wife, this time indicating that she was coming home. I texted her back, asking if she had had "fun". As always she told me I would have to be patient. The fact that she responded this way was all I needed to know, though. It was clear that she would be coming home soiled. Just then, I got a surprise text from JT. He thanked me for letting Anne pick him up and said they had had fun. I responded that I was sure they had. When he didn’t respond, I texted him to remind him that it was ok. In fact, I told him that I hoped he was sending her home to me, full of cum. He texted me some laughing emojis, and a response of, "mission accomplished".

Just then, my wife showed up at the front door, looking thoroughly used. Without saying a word, I led her upstairs to the bedroom and told her to remove her running shoes, jeans, and panties. As she stood there naked from the waist down, I knelt in front of her. She knew what I wanted to do, and initially protested, presumably because of how used her slutty pussy was. But eventually, she relented, and let my tongue and fingers go to work on her used cunt. I did not know how many times JT had fucked and cum inside my wife, but I could smell and taste the fact that she had been fucked vigorously and thoroughly, and while it was a little nasty down there, I was able to use my free hand to nonetheless work my cock into a pre-orgasmic start of arousal.

I said, "Anne - I need to cum in you now, you filthy slut wife!"

I pushed her onto her back and mounted her roughly. As I did, she said, "God yes, cum in me, baby. I know you like me dirty. Just so you know, JT fucked me three times at his place. I took his cum from behind three times, so I hope you enjoyed the taste!"

I responded to this taunt by ramming my cock into my wife's pussy, which was naturally lubed with her own juices and JT's cum. I fucked her hard, missionary style, without a care as to how long I could last. I came quickly and voluminously. Anne seemed to enjoy it anyway. After all, she had a fetish for taking cum, and I was certainly filling that need for her.

As we lay on the bed, post romp, we looked at each other and smiled. I told my wife that I loved her, and she said the same thing right back. We slept well, knowing that more adventures lay ahead...