As the weekend approached, my wife and I were both filled with anticipation. This was to be the weekend where I let her spend Friday and Saturday night with Chad at his vacation home. I was excited because this was a big part of my slut wife fantasy, and my wife was excited because I think she was finally getting just as turned on as I was at the whole kinkiness of our situation. She was including me in a lot of decision-making about outfits, makeup, toenail polish, and accessories, but I finally just told her to be sexy and have fun. And of course to be smart and be safe.

I had come home early on the Wednesday afternoon before the big weekend, because I coached one of our boys in baseball, and had to run an early-season practice. My other son had practice with his team at the same complex, so I could and usually did handle these afternoons myself. As I was helping the boys pack their gear, I received a text from my wife, asking if I could call immediately.

I was a little surprised and concerned, so of course, I did.

"Remember Pete?" she said.

"Yes," I said. I said, "He was just recently fucking your brains out on the regular, how could I forget?"

I thought that was funny, but my wife, well, not so much.

"The kids!" she replied.

In my mind, I realized that was a near miss on my part.

My wife indicated that she needed to get to the point. She proceeded to tell me about how Pete had recently lost his job do an office affair gone wrong. Why was I not surprised? She continued to explain that his fiancé did not know, and he was trying to keep it that way but needed to borrow some money so she would not suspect.

So basically, my wife was asking me if I was OK lending her fuck buddy money so that his other mistress did not wreck his impending marriage. Ugh. I was not really OK with this, but at the same time we were financially secure, and the naughty side of my brain thought about this as another possibility for sloppy seconds. So reluctantly, I agreed.

She replied, "Thanks - this will really help him out, and he's always been a friend. I will run a check over to him tonight. I promise I'll make this worth your while."

She added that last bit on because she knew I was as addicted to her pussy as her fuck buddies were. She told me she would be stopping in soon to get a check, and then would probably be back a little after dinner. Sure enough, she pulled into the driveway just as the boys and I were finally leaving to head over to the fields. She told me to just worry about dinner for the boys and myself, and that she would pick up something on the way home since it was a not insignificant drive to Pete's house.

After practice, about two hours later, the boys and I arrived home, with dinner from a takeout place. My wife was not yet back, which was a little concerning, so I texted her to see if everything was OK. Then I went about getting the boys fed and settled in with their homework. My phone buzzed, and I noticed it was my wife. She had responded to my text and was on her way home.

"Sorry," she had written.

She continued, "Just saw this now but am driving home. Everything is fine, just stopped to grab a salad. Will be home in ten."

Then she added, "Pete and I were catching up. He has a nice house. AND he stressed he'll pay us back."

She must have texted that from the driveway because she burst through the door a minute later. Normally, I would have been mildly randy, and interested if anything extracurricular had occurred. But the kids were up and around, and immediately ran to tell their mother about their day and some humorous things that happened at practice. I was coaching my younger son's team and had drafted one of his best friends, who had absolutely no baseball ability whatsoever. But tonight at practice, he finally made contact with a ball and hit it to the fence. For those of you from non-baseball places, that's a really good thing, especially for eight-year-olds. Moments like that always made me happy, and my son was thrilled.

Anyway, my wife and I didn't do our usual when she had seen one of her men, so my assumption was that nothing had happened, which is kind of what I expected, and what I assumed she wanted anyway. Later that night, while changing into our sleeping attire, I jokingly asked my wife if she was saving herself for what I presumed was going to be taking place throughout the upcoming weekend.

She asked me why I asked that, and I replied, "No particular reason. I was just feeling a little frisky, but I thought that you may want to save your sexual energy for this weekend, and what I am going to do to you after."

I smiled to indicate that I was kidding around.

My wife turned around. She was topless, wearing only her satin pajama bottoms. She looked at me, then at her voluptuous breasts, and said, "Do you like what you see?"

I told her that of course, I liked what I saw.

Then she leaned into me and whispered, "How do you know I wasn't frisky already tonight?"

I was wearing my workout shorts to bed since I usually woke up and lifted. She could feel and see my cock instantly start getting hard.

I said, "You did more than just drop off a check, I take it?"

She responded, "What do you think I meant by 'catching up'? I thought you would have gotten the hint."

She laughed, and then said, "Do you want me to tell you?"

She knew what the answer would be. I told her that of course, I would, and by now I was rock hard, almost sticking out of my shorts. She stroked my penis through my shorts, then proceeded to pull them, and my briefs, completely off, and lead me over to our bed, completely naked. She reached into her drawer in the nightstand, pulled out a small bottle of baby oil, and drizzled some onto my fully erect cock. Oh God, I thought, this was going to be good.

I asked her just how naughty she had been, and my wife just held up four fingers. I asked her what that meant.

She laughed and said, "I came four times tonight. And now I am going to tell you how."

She began stroking my lubed cock, and the feeling was sublime. While she did this she relayed how nervous Pete had been about accepting the check, and how he had wanted to make it up to her. My wife said they started legitimately catching up since they had not talked since New Year's, and she said he had no hard feelings and had assumed I interfered. THEN he offered to give my wife oral sex. My wife thought he was joking, but then he dropped to his knees. She was worried about his fiancé coming home, but evidently, she was out of town. So, while my wife wasn't initially in the mood, she decided, why not? She took off her boots, and basically everything else below the waist, and let his tongue have at it.

She was steadily stroking me now, and I was building towards an orgasm. I wanted to reclaim my wife's pussy, but I was pretty sure I would not last. And part of me didn't care, as I was so turned on, and my wife's skills with her hands were so good.

Anyway, she proceeded to describe how Pete had begun working his tongue in and out of her, while she laid back on his living room couch, with her legs spread wide. She said she closed her eyes to concentrate as she came. She told me that while her eyes were still closed, she felt his tongue stop, and then felt the sudden pressure, and then pleasure, of his penis entering her. She said they fucked missionary style on the couch, hard, and that orgasm number two was not far behind. She told me how turned on she was that he just took her and that she was on her way to orgasm number three when he erupted inside of her.

At this point, I was about to erupt. She instinctively slowed down, and I asked her about orgasms three and four. I simply had to know what else had happened.

She moved my hand down to her waistline and guided my fingers under her pajama pants and panties. She was soaking wet. I fingered her pussy, and she moaned, and then she pulled my hand away. She told me to put one of my fingers in my mouth.

She said, "I want you to taste me, baby."

I groaned and I did. I said, "I am also tasting Pete, huh?"

She whispered, "Yeah," into my ear.

Then she started stroking me again. I had started to soften but immediately started to firm up again once she picked up the story. Evidently, she had gotten her clothes on and was ready to leave, when she paused to kiss Pete goodbye at the front door. She said their kiss quickly turned into a full-blown make-out session. She gave in to her primal desires, and let Pete pull her jeans and panties down, and spin her around so her face was against the door. He entered her from behind, and fucked her hard, for a second time. She said orgasms three and four came quickly and apparently so did Pete. She said my text came right as he was emptying his balls into her for a second time.

As she finished her account of things, I was again about to explode.

She said to me, "I know I've been a very slutty wife tonight. Do you want to punish me?"

I liked this game! I simply responded by pushing my wife off of the bed and telling her to get on her knees and open her mouth. She was surprised at first but then obeyed. I told her to touch herself, which she willingly did. I was masturbating myself as well, and just as I was about to cum, I grabbed the back of my wife's head with both hands and pushed my soon-to-explode cock into her mouth. I pumped it in deep and felt myself lose control in her mouth. I felt my load come out in multiple spurts, and she gagged and gurgled as she tried to keep up. I panted and asked her if she was OK, as I withdrew my spent cock from her mouth.

"Oh," she gasped, as cum dribbled out of the side of her mouth.

"God that was hot," she said.

My wife actually continued fingering herself but was so turned on, that she came fairly quickly as well. We both went to bed feeling satisfied.

When Friday rolled around, I was ready to see my wife off for her weekend with Chad. I was still both nervous and excited at the same time. Our cover story was that she had a work trip - this often happened, as a lot of her work involved doctors, who often only had hours for non-patient-related business on weekends. As she left to drive to Chad's second home, we went over the rules for the weekend one more time. She was to call me when she got there, periodically text me to let me know everything was OK, and, if possible, to send me a pic of some part of the action. I realized this last ask might be difficult to fulfill, but I was so into this fantasy, I really was hoping for some type of visual to seal the whole deal. She was to come home Sunday morning, and our plan was, after some family time and baseball practices, to convene Sunday night after the kids were asleep, to go about the process of sharing the details on her part, and reclaiming her taken vagina on my part.

Just after 7:30 on Friday, she texted me that she had made it there, and they were having drinks, and not to worry. She said to remember this was all fun and was part of something I wanted. This was true, but I still had a little twinge of jealousy. However, after I put the kids to bed, I broke out the Scotch whisky, and some jazz on vinyl, and just kind of relaxed and fantasized about what fun might be in store for me when she got back. I was jolted from my reverie by a text from my wife. It was around quarter to ten, in the PM. I opened the text and was stunned. My wife had sent a photo of her coochie. Another text came in. It was a laughing emoji, with a message inferring that it was a "before" picture.

My heart was racing, and my cock very quickly got rock hard. I really had wanted to hold off on orgasming this weekend so I really could explode with my wife when she got back. But this was touchy, especially because I was fantasizing and almost salivating over what might be coming later. I remember drawing a bath in our fancy jacuzzi tub, turning the jets on low, and hopping in, with my tumbler of Scotch nearby. I leisurely stroked my penis until I was fully erect, and as I fantasize about what she might be doing, I got close to orgasm. I remember looking at how big and engorged my cock was and thinking to myself, I have nothing to worry about. When she sees this again, she'll remember why we got married. But while I was longer than Chad, my wife was pretty sure that he was thicker. Oh well. I resisted the urge to cum, and instead relaxed in the bubbles and jets for a while, then got out, and got ready for bed.

My phone pinged me again, around midnight, and I realized it was my wife again. I was excited, nervous, jealous, and randy as hell, all at the same time. Well, that, and a bit drunk. I opened the text and was again shocked, and immediately titillated by what I saw. Another photo of my wife's vagina greeted me, but this time it looked very different, and clearly was freshly fucked.

And sure enough, about ten seconds later, another text came in saying, "Here's the after, lol."

I texted her back, "Thank you. You're so hot. I love you. Can’t wait til you're back."

Then I fell asleep. This kind of pattern was repeated the following evening, on both of our parts. On Saturday night, the before and after pictures were about four hours apart, so I had no idea what had been going on when, other than that some glorious sex had apparently taken place between my wife and her ex. I was thrilled, but also nervous as Sunday approached. What would be in store for me when my wife got back? And how was I supposed to not "take care of myself" when she was sending these pics? I was honestly impressed with my willpower, as I did touch myself, but I refrained from an actual orgasm. I was saving everything for when she got back.

When Sunday rolled around, little did I know that things would take an interesting turn.