As we entered the cooler month of December, roughly eight years ago, my wife and I anticipated our upcoming threesome with my ex-brother-in-law, and her new friend with benefits, JT. We had made plans for her parents to have the kids overnight, and everything seemed to be in motion. However, at the last minute, there was a slight change of plans.
JT had expressed a concern to my wife that he may not be able to perform in that setting. Upon hearing this news, I remember thinking, as a proud husband of a hotwife, who am I to interfere with another stud's enjoyment of my wife? Especially if I know that I will get to have fun reclaiming her later. Still, I wanted this last hookup between the two of them to be extra hot, so I tried to think of a stimulating backup plan.
Finally, I thought of something that would be hotter than usual, without introducing any performance anxiety for JT. I pitched the plan to my wife so that she could run it by him. I could have easily reached out to him as well, but since it was their night, I figured it would be better if she made the alternate arrangements.
I had explained to her that for me, it would be almost as hot as getting to watch and play along, if I could drop her off personally at his apartment, and then come in after they had finished, to pick her up.
Initially, my wife did not understand why this was hot at all. She said, "So how is that so different from a normal date night?"
I responded, "Well, seeing you guys together, right after a session, would be hot. But you're right, there is more to this. The other thing I want is for you or JT to take some pictures, and send them to me throughout the night. I am not asking for a whole lot - maybe just a penetration pic and a picture of your pussy full of cum?"
My wife initially was a little skeptical, but gradually came around. For me, this was the best alternative to what I had wanted. She had only one condition.
"I'll do it - but if anyone else EVER sees one of those images, we are over! Got it?", my wife asked sternly.
"Got it", I gulped.
I liked it when my wife got tough about her hotwifing status. It was a major turn-on, and my anticipation for their weekend romp, and my sloppy seconds, was at an all-time high.
Once the Saturday of their final rendezvous arrived, I took the kids to my in-laws' house, for what I knew would be a night of getting whatever they wanted. They were perfectly happy, as was I, for it was pretty much going to be a similar night, but for much more adult reasons, in our house as well. Or specifically, between JT's apartment and our house, there would be quite a decadent exhibition taking place.
When I returned home, my wife had finished with her nails and hair, and we grabbed a quick dinner. She was going to dress inconspicuously, like one of his yoga students dropping by, but was going to wear something very sexy underneath her yoga pants and sweatshirt. At approximately eight o'clock, we approached JT's apartment, and entered together, after he had let us in.
My wife immediately hugged him and started to hold his hand. JT looked at me as if I might be upset by this, but as a hotwife husband, this was more of a turn-on than a turnoff. I just smiled, and he then looked down at my wife, and they kissed. We made a little small talk, and then I left, saying, "She's all yours!"
JT laughed nervously, as did my wife. Then she walked in my direction, as I was about to leave, and kissed me as well. She said, "Don't worry - we are going to have a lot of fun later on. I'll text you when it's time to pick me up."
I just nodded and slowly exited the apartment. My cock was already rock hard, and I was hoping my wife would remember to send a few pictures. I was pretty sure that by the time I reached my car, JT was already balls-deep in her willing cunt. Still, I returned home, horny as hell, with a few hours to kill. And because I had to return to pick up my wife, I could not even drink to pass the time. Thankfully, I did not have to wait long for the first picture to arrive.
Approximately ten minutes after arriving home, my phone's text notification beeped, indicating that there was a message. Immediately, I could see that it was from my wife. Excitedly, I opened the message, but there was no pic. Instead, there was just a snarky message from my wife - "Bet you thought this was the evidence, huh? Gonna make you wait..."
Now my excitement was surging. I remember needing to calm myself down, so I didn't explode before reclaiming Anne's pussy later on. Finally, my phone went off again, and this time I could see, in my text app, that two multimedia messages were loading. Remember, this was eight years ago, so things were not nearly as fast as today.
Anyway, the first message finished loading, and I could see, an image of my wife's vagina, perfectly groomed as always for one of her date nights. And then the second image loaded, and I nearly exploded in my pants. This image was of the same coochie, but now wet and sticky, with my wife's large labia lewdly distended, and dripping with obvious drops and globs of semen. I believe she took this one while sitting on the toilet after they had finished.
I was so hot, it took everything I could muster not to just pull out my cock, start jerking, and cum instantly. However, my now aching balls told me that if I could just hold off, my session with my wife later that night would be truly climactic.
At this point with was about eight-thirty in the evening. I expected them to "go around" at least one more time, but I did not expect any additional pictures. I expected the next buzz from my phone to indicate that it was time to pick up my wife from her evening of debauchery. Thus, I was quite surprised when my phone went off again about forty-five minutes later, again indicating a text from my wife.