After Amy and I had our airing out, we watched a couple additional peep shows. Amy picked out some sex toys; a small vibrator and a black, realistic  cock. I asked Amy what she had something in mind that included me. She said that would be a surprise.

The look on my face caused her to smile and she reassured me that I would enjoy it. Well, that narrowed things down, but I don't think I would do some of the things she did.

Amy drove us home and I asked her how she knew about the adult video store.

Amy replied, "Don't be silly, Dear. I haven't forgotten the time we went inside. Besides, I've been wanting to return, especially after those nights we went to the casinos."

We finished the night in our bed, not letting an opportunity pass. I used the vibrators as I licked Amy's clit and she loved it. She sucked on the toy black cock and seemed to enjoy it. Taking advantage of her, I fed her my cock and she seemed to want to suck the life out of me.

A few weeks passed, and our sex life hadn't changed any. My perceptions of Amy going off too far with her sex life were relieved. Or was she playing the game at a higher level?

I once read that a woman's sexual peak was between thirty years of age to about forty or fifty. But what do I know? I know Amy is good about keeping secrets because she's her company's regional resource manager.

I had to travel on a Monday. Amy laughed and said I had nothing to worry about. Amy insisted our first trip, she would only have sex outside of our marriage in cities or places we didn't know people.

Yet, she had two guys from a nearby college. She assured me that the four escapades with the others were fulfilling sexual fantasies and nothing more.

"It was only sex," she said.

And that was the end of that, according to her.

I didn't tell her about the pictures.

That evening, at the hotel, after chatting with Amy, I signed onto that adult dating site. On the sign-on screen, there was a new member advertisement. I created a new profile and got right on it.

I created my new identity as a younger male, aged thirty-three, and living about fifty miles from our city. Then, I found some generic guy's picture online and used it as my profile photo. I believe this practice has a name, but who cares? I'd guess that many profiles are fakes anyway.

After I set up the account, I searched for Amy's profile. She didn't have a picture profile in our local area. I thought I saw one or two profiles without pictures, that could have been hers. Both of them had not been used in a few months.

Next, I checked a couple of nearby cities. In one city about ninety miles away, was a profile with Amy's picture. It was an older picture and she looked a bit different. I figured it was a picture she hated but kept anyway. She wasn't online and I took note of her user name. I checked her profile out.

She wrote she was married and listed a few of her interests, among those were traveling and reading. I looked at her list of friends and a few men were on it, some couples from other cities, and some women on her list, also. But none of her friends lived nearby, according to their profiles. I decided to hang around to see if Amy signed on while I was away from home.

I became bored after about twenty minutes, so I went to take a shower to pass a bit of time.

When I returned, I checked for Amy and saw she was online. I went to the chat room which is locale to my location, but she wasn't there. After a few minutes, I became bored with looking at profiles of the people in the chatroom.

I moved to a section that had blogs, while I checked for Amy's whereabouts. She remained online, but not on the chat room list. The site included private messaging, and it was possible that she was chatting in that venue. 

I went back to the chat room. A few minutes later, I noticed Amy entered the chat room.

I sent her a private message, and after about a minute, I didn't get a response, so I closed it. As I waited, I assumed Amy was in a private message with someone, but it wasn't possible to know if she was chatting, or who it could be with. The profiles and usernames varied between men, women, and couples. She could be having a conversation with anyone.

A box popped up on my screen and it was Amy, saying hello. I responded in kind and began a bit of conversation. She admitted to being married and hanging out on the site, not looking for anything.

I asked Amy about places she went to and which ones were her favorite. She mentioned going to several places for vacations, but Key West and New Orleans were her favorites.

"What was it about those places that you liked about them?" I typed. Amy responded that she and her husband had a good time and she had a few surprises.

When I asked her what those surprises were, she responded, "Sex."

I couldn't get her to elaborate much about her answer, but she admitted she and her husband enjoyed the Key West surprise, while the New Orleans surprise was interesting.

We chatted a bit longer, then Amy said she had to sign off. I asked her for a friend request and she sent it.

Imagine this: I'm using an alias, I became online friends with my wife, and we're on an adult dating site. I suppose it happens.

The next night, I signed on and I saw Amy wasn't online. I called her, but she didn't answer, but she called back a few minutes later, saying she was in the shower. As we chatted, I watched to see if she would sign on.

Later, I began to nod off when I heard my computer ding. It was Amy sending me a private message. "Hi, what's going on?" she wrote.

"I forgot that I was signed on," I lied. Amy typed she didn't mean to disturb me.

I quickly responded, "No problem, what's going on?"

Amy responded that she was bored and her husband was away for a second night. I asked if he traveled often.

She said, "No, and that was fine that he didn't."

"Did you ever mess around while he was away?" I typed.

"No, I have opportunities, but I haven't." Amy typed.

 I wondered if Amy was onto me.

"Would he get upset about you being online chatting?" I typed.

"No, he knows about it," she replied.

Yes, I do.

Then I asked Amy if her husband knew her screen name.

She replied, "No, he doesn't use online chats."

Right.

I asked Amy if she would tell me why she said the surprise in New Orleans was interesting. "It figures you would remember that!" Amy replied, with a smiling face emoji.

"Well?" I typed back, adding a winking emoji.

I could see she was typing something, then stop, then she began typing again.

Then her message came: "We went to a nightclub and I had a good time dancing with another guy. My husband didn't mind. He seemed to be tired and I was not ready to turn in. The guy I was dancing with mentioned he could escort me back to the hotel."

I was a bit surprised. Amy had an eye for this guy at the hotel. But, this is an online chat, so sometimes the truth can be fiction.

"Did your husband say OK and did the guy bring you back to your hotel?" I asked.

Amy replied, "Yes, both things happened." Then she typed, "While we were dancing, the guy kept rubbing his cock on my leg and once he took my hand and rubbed it. I was highly aroused by it."

Amy told me about the sex during the next message.

"The guy had a long, black cock and he knew how to use it."

In the text messages, she typed enjoyed the sex immensely, because it was like having sex for the first time again.

"Where was your husband?" I asked.

"He was asleep in another room," Amy replied.

"He didn't wake up?" I typed back.

"No, he didn't," came Amy's reply.

"Wow!" I responded.

I asked Amy if she would do it again.

"Yes, I did." she typed back.

Now I had to think; was it with the two guys recently, or some other time.

Readers remember; I'm online using an alias talking with my wife and she's admitting things to a total stranger. Or was she onto me? So far, I knew what she had done. Now, I had to figure out if, who, and when she did it again with.

I typed, "You did? With that guy or someone else?"

Amy replied, "Some others."

I pressed her for details, then she told me about the first guy in our room and then the time a week later with the two guys. I asked if her husband knew.

Amy replied, "No, he was out of town."

Amy explained about having sex with two guys, with some of the details.

I asked her if she wanted to do a double again. She said, "Yes, but only if her husband would join or allow some others in."

I smiled to myself, and asked, "Which guy did you like better?"

Amy didn't answer right away. After a few minutes passed, I thought I got her mad or someone else got her attention.

Finally, she replied, "I liked the black guy. He was long down there and was good at what he did. He wasn't too aggressive."

I almost fell off the bed. I knew about the sex, but not which guy she preferred.

"Would you tell your husband you liked black guys?" I typed.

"Yes, we talked about having sex with different people before. I've brought up having another person joining us." Amy replied.

"What will your husband think?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what he thinks about another guy joining us," was Amy's answer.

I'm not sure, either.

But the thing I couldn't stop wondering; was Amy onto me? I mean, she was talking online to a possible total stranger and telling him things. And she was covering for me.

Then to my surprise, Amy next message popped up, "My husband liked the sexual surprise in Key West. I want to surprise him with something like that."

"What was that?" I asked.

Amy took a moment to type, then: "He watched me with another woman. I could tell he wanted to join in, but the other woman wasn't into men. She was not bisexual."

Before I signed off, I told Amy she had a special relationship and her husband was a lucky guy. She responded in agreement, then told me good luck and to say hi again sometime.

Well, I know what's in store for me and I hope its soon.

When I got home the next afternoon, I greeted Amy by saying hi, with a small bunch of flowers, a tight hug and kiss. Then, we went out for dinner.

 During our dinner conversations, I asked if Amy if she online to that adult dating site and chatting or looking at other things on there. She said yes, it helped pass the evenings while I was away.

"Any guys hit on you?" I asked laughing.

"They always do," she answered. "It can be annoying, though," Amy continued.

Amy shifted in her seat. "I admit, I did chat with a guy last night. He lived in another city."

"What did you talk about?" I asked.

Amy smiled, "We talked about different things."

"OK, that narrows it down. Is there a date arranged?" I teased.

"No, nothing like that. He must have been married, by the way he talked. I told him about you and I travelling and having fun," Amy replied, before taking a sip of her wine.

"How do you know it wasn't me?" I asked smiling.

"It wasn't you, I know you better than you think." Amy laughed.

I had my doubts, but I know if Amy was onto me, she would have said it. But, there's no need in giving myself away.

After dinner, Amy and I arrived home, and she helped me unpack. I wanted sex but had to settle for Amy's oral. Damn the bad luck.

That weekend, I asked Amy if she had anything we could do, other than sit around that evening. She said no. After dinner, she invited me to go online with her to the adult dating site. This would be interesting, I thought.

After our baths, we sat on our bed in our night clothes. Amy always wore a t-shirt and panties to bed. She signed on and showed me around. Eventually showed me the guy's profile she chatted with. I stifled a laugh. She noted that he didn't have any friends other than herself. "Poor guy" I smiled.

Amy asked me for the screen name I used, but I said I forgot what it was. She gave me a look that doubted me, but we continued looking around. She tried to trick me.

We looked at local profiles, especially to see if we knew anyone. I suggested we look in the city Amy had her profile. She said she already looked and didn't see anyone. But we looked again.

During our search, I pointed out a few interesting couples and women. Amy tended to point out only women and men.

We ventured into a city that was about three hour's drive from us. It was there I noticed Amy seemed interested in someone. I asked her who it was and she smiled but didn't tell me.

She was coming up with a plan. I know, because the sex we had after the lights went off was wild.

Amy yanked off her t-shirt and shoved her breasts into my face. Then, she got out of bed and went to the shower.

"You better not have clothes on, when I return!" she warned me.

I took off my shorts and shirt, reached into the bedside table drawer, and took Amy's toys out.

When Amy returned, she laid on top of me, in the sixty-nine position. She began to suck my cock, vigorously and deep. I responded by eating her out, then taking the small vibrator and massaging her anus with it. Between licking and sucking on her clit, the vibrator on her anus drove her wild.

When she had a large orgasm, she rolled over and was shaking. I spread her legs and mounted her. A few minutes later, I rolled Amy onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. As I pushed into her, deeper and harder, Amy began to moan. I reached for the vibrator and put it on her anus as I pushed hard and fast.

Amy couldn't hold back, as she let out some loud moaning, and seemed to go into another mode. I couldn't hold back much longer and I thought I blew my entire cock off in her pussy.

After I pulled out, we lay there, catching our breaths.

"What brought that on?" I asked Amy.

She didn't reply but went to the bathroom.

Before I fell asleep, Amy returned to bed, and whispered, "Don't make plans next weekend or so."