TITLE    : Sex Text News Service
STORYID  : sex-text-news-service_2010
SUMMARY  : Wife texts husband her flirting and playing news.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2010-05-20
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |text|gamble|atlantic city|


<i><b>Author's Note:</b> This is the male version of this story. There is not much explicit sex in this version. For the female version please read "Permission Slips". There is more explicit sex in it. Enjoy!!!</i>



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For years my wife and I had talked about her taking another lover; about her becoming "shared". I think I enjoyed the thought more than she did, but she certainly warmed up to showing pictures of herself online, chatting through instant messages, giving cam shows and more. After a few years of using the fantasy of her being shared to spice up our sex life she admitted one day that she really did want to find another man to have sex with. When I asked her if she had someone in mind she replied, "Not anyone in particular. I have an idea of what I want." I asked her to describe it. Before I get into that I guess I should describe her.



Debbie is 40 years old, five feet eight inches tall and full figured. Like many moms she could afford to lose a few pounds but her extra weight is nothing distasteful and I've caught many a man looking at her sexy ass or her D-cup cleavage (which she finally started dressing to show off). When we first started dating she'd never even given a blowjob before but HAD enjoyed a few wild times like the time she seduced a guy in her pickup truck on a street corner or the guy she almost fucked on a beach after some bar hopping with friends.



So, when the time came that she actually admitted she wanted to have sex with another guy, this was what she said she was looking for: a white guy between the ages of 25 and 35, between 5-10 and 6-02 in height, decently built with a circumcised cock length between 7 and 9 inches and nicely thick. She didn't specify hair color, eye color, facial hair, nothing. She also stated that this was her "ideal" vision but that she also knew it would be more about personality and "click" then it would be about a particular physical type.



When it came to a man's "equipment", as she often told me, after delivering two children, thick was often more important than long. A thick six inch cock would please her while a skinny nine inch one (she thought) simply wouldn't. Her dream cock was 7 or 8 inches and at least 5.5" around &#x2013; 6" around would be better.



Now I'd been up on the idea for years. It's not a cuckhold thing although some might consider it that. I refuse to submit to her new sex-partner in any way. I'm not cleaning up after him, getting him hard or any of that crap. I refuse to be demeaned by him and he'd better never think that he has more control of my wife than I do. I simply want to enjoy seeing my wife let go to the pleasures of sex more than she ever has before; I wanted to see her "act the slut" a bit.



This spawned a whole new conversation about how she wouldn't be comfortable, as she put it, "just fucking some stranger". We discussed the reality of her interacting with guys that she finds attractive but doesn't ever act upon it because she's married. Now she'd have that chance. She asked what she was supposed to do: date? Build a relationship? Fall in love? "Obviously not," was my response. "But how often have you been out with your friends and seen a guy that you thought was hot?" I asked her. "Given several hours dancing and drinking with the guy to get to know him, what number of those hot guys, if you were single, would you think about having sex with? After all, you're an adult sexually active woman with physical needs too." She saw my point of view and agreed that under the right circumstances she could see where she'd enjoy a sexual encounter with a guy who wasn't necessarily a stranger but that hadn't developed into a boyfriend kind of relationship either.



"Just a healthy lustful relationship," was how she put it.



So, after we'd talked about it on and off as the topic came up, we agreed to a few rules and, inside the confines of those rules, she was free to find and take, or be taken by, another man. The rules were these:



- He had to wear protection for all vaginal or anal intercourse (no pregnancy or disease allowed)



- It could not be anyone either of us worked with or who impacted our daily lives



- She had to tell me about it either before it happened or within an hour afterward



The last thing she requested was something in writing saying I had given her permission to have sex with another man. Even given how long we'd been discussing the topic she was worried that I'd get upset and use the incident to sue her for a divorce. To resolve that issue I got some business card sheets from the local office supply store and made her a business card she could carry in her wallet. On one side it said:



<i>"My wife has permission to find and have sex with a man without fear of penalty or legal repercussion. Such experience, given this blessing, cannot be considered adultery and shall not be used in any court action &#x2013; ever."</i>



And there was a "#001" in the upper right corner. I actually printed a sheet of these cards numbered 001 through 010.



On the flipside I put:



<i>"Rules for One Free Pass:

Protected sex is mandatory: no condom, no intercourse

No workmates or friends allowed

Event must be reported to husband before or within an hour after

Card must be returned to husband upon use"</i>



The morning after I'd prepared the cards I gave her #001 at breakfast. She looked at it, read it, looked at me, read it again and then looked at me. "You are really serious about this?"



"Yes, I am," I said seriously, but with a smile in my eyes. "I had my fair share of lovers before we met or got married but you only had three guys, and from what you've told me, two of them weren't that good. I want you to be able to find and enjoy another lover; take another cock; enjoy sex to the fullest without hesitation or pause, within the rules I've put on that card."



She took a minute to read the rules again and then put the card in her wallet. The she said, "Maybe I'll find an opportunity to use that on my next work trip."



"As long as it's not with a work mate," I replied, "and you call to let me know what's happened after the fact. It can't wait three days for you to get home. Within an hour is the rule."



"What if I pick up a guy, or let a guy pick me up and I spend the night with him in his hotel room?" The wicked glint in her eye let me know she really didn't see any chance of that happening, but she was teasing me with the thought of spending an entire night playing with another man.



"Then text me to let me know you're going to take him to your room, or you're going to his room. That will count as fore-warning and call me in the morning after he's gone or you're back in your room."



She giggled. "Text you that I'm getting ready to get laid?"



"Sure!" I laughed back.



"Okay," she said letting the giggle die. "It'll be like your personal sex text news service." We both laughed.



After that she came over to give me a hug and a kiss as she left for work. "I'll keep it in mind. Thank you for loving me and for trusting me with this kind of freedom."



"I love you, too," I replied with a smile. "Show me your appreciation by taking advantage of it sometime."



And in one of the most sure and confident voices I'd ever heard from her she said, "Oh, I will. I will." With that she was gone.



For several weeks life was "business as usual" although she seemed to bring a little more enthusiasm to our love making. Where she didn't used to be very eager and energetic in giving me blowjobs she took to it with a new aggression (practicing?). I noticed that she was keeping her pubic thatch trimmed down short and carefully shaved on her bikini line &#x2013; something she usually only did if we had an erotic photo session planned. She dressed professionally as ever for work but I noticed her off-work dress was slightly sexier than normal &#x2013; mostly in her selection of underwear. It became obvious to me that the whole idea of finding and taking a new lover was making her more aware of her femininity and her sexual power.



One night she told me that she thought she might have found a candidate; a guy she sometimes ran into at one of her usual lunch spots near her work. She wanted to know if that was okay or would I consider it a "work mate"? I told her that since the guy didn't work with her, just sometimes ate in the same place, that'd be fine.



A few days later she said it wasn't going to happen. When she flirted with him a little at the restaurant one day he turned into a pretty arrogant jerk and started talking some rude trash out of the blue. She seemed disappointed but no less determined.



Then came the weekend of her business trip. It was a "Managers Development Seminar" being held by her employer in Atlantic City. All of the store managers from her company were being flown in Thursday to attend seminars on the mornings of Friday and Saturday. The company had "team building" events on Friday and Saturday afternoons which left the evenings of Thursday through Saturday and Sunday morning free for the employees to enjoy themselves.



I watched Deb pack Wednesday evening and noted with some interest the "off duty" clothes that she packed. I also noted that she took along her favorite vibrator and, with a smile on my face I noted that she was particularly careful to make sure she had her "free pass" card in her wallet.



After she checked I saw her pause and think for a minute before turning to me to ask, "What if I find a guy I want Thursday night, but then a different one Friday and a different one Saturday? Won't I need three of these?"



I laughed loud and hard at the thought of my wife suddenly becoming just so sexually promiscuous that she'd fuck three new men in as many days and told her so. She laughed with me and agreed that the thought sounded completely unlike her. When I reminded her that this was something we'd been talking about and/or working on for the better part of five years, she acknowledged that as well. So I further told her I thought it was a little unrealistic and mildly disconcerting to think about her taking not one, but THREE new lovers in a single three day weekend. She agreed with that too and then said something that hinted at what she'd been keeping bottled up and I'd always suspected had been there.



She said, "We both know you're probably right but if I'm going to do this I want to be free to do it however I see fit, within these rules with each guy. If you're serious about being okay with me being 'shared' then I want the freedom to fuck as many guys as I want within the rules we've agreed to. If you're going to allow me to be sexually free then I don't want any limits or assumptions besides the rules on the card."



My wife didn't usually refer to sex as 'fucking' so when she used that word I knew that she'd crossed some line in her mind and was looking at the realistic possibility of finding a new sex mate while she was gone. If one, why not two? If two, why not three? She really was opening her mind to her potential as an aggressive sexual female.



I wasn't sure if she was throwing down a challenge or just being serious, but I wasn't about to back down. I was serious about giving her the freedom to have another lover &#x2013; or other lovers &#x2013; within the rules and the idea of my wife being so sexually wanton did turn me on. So, without further thought, I went and got the other nine cards and gave them all to her. "Just don't lose track," I said with a smile. "And since I only printed ten, that's all the freedom you get..." I thought a moment and added, "For now."



She even laughed at that and said she was pretty sure she could keep the number under ten. Our sex &#x2013; the "good bye" fuck was quite energetic and enjoyable Wednesday night. When I was getting close to my climax she looked me right in the eye and said, "Cum in my mouth." I know she saw the look of surprise on my face because she continued, "Cum in my mouth, baby. I want to try it." I wasn't going to argue and when the time came (no pun intended) I pulled out, repositioned and fired off my load into her open and waiting mouth, watching my cum splash onto her tongue.



She'd never asked for that before although she'd expressed some curiosity so I was really surprised when she not only asked but opened wide to take my cum. I complied and was amazed to see her swill my cum around as she experienced the taste (no man had ever cum in her mouth before) before swallowing it down.



"What brought that on?" I asked with a smile. "Not that I'm complaining at all..."



"Well," she replied before hesitating. "I just thought," she said, looking away &#x2013; she was having a hard time meeting my eyes to say what she was going to say, "that if there's a chance I might find another guy this weekend, then there's a good chance I'd suck him, and I don't know how fast many guys cum from blowjobs so I figured he might cum in my mouth."



"Why do you sound like that's a bad thing?" I asked her.



"It's not," she said, finally meeting my eyes. "It's just that..." and she paused again before taking a breath and finishing her statement. "Well, if I'm going to find a new lover and I do end up sucking him, I WANT him to cum in my mouth. It would be a sure sign that I was doing it right."



"Okay," I said. "What's wrong with that?"



"Nothing I guess," she replied. "I just felt like a relative stranger shouldn't be the first guy to ever cum in my mouth."



I laughed. "Well, thank you for that, love," I said, hugging her close. "Even if you don't find a new fuck this weekend our sex life has already been expanded by the possibilities you've considered." We fell asleep snuggled close as I pondered what the future might bring and wondered if my wife was thinking about the sexual possibilities she had in front of her, at least for the weekend.



Thursday



Thursday morning I drove her to the airport, hugged and kissed her goodbye, wished her well and told her to have as much fun as she could within the rules. Very seriously she told me that she really was hoping to use one of the cards that weekend; since she'd embraced the idea the thought had her constantly excited and she wanted to check one last time that I really was okay with it. I assured her that I was more than okay with it provided all the rules were followed. She hugged me again, thanked me for loving her so much and headed down the jetway to her plane. I went about my work day, focusing on work, knowing I'd be very distracted for the next three evenings wondering what she was getting into.



When either of us is on travel much of our communication is mostly by text. Not that we don't like talking to each other but sending quick texts allows us to stay in touch without interrupting dinners, having to step away from crowds or whatever. Whichever of us is traveling just puts our phone on vibrate and responds to messages received as circumstances permit. So it was no big surprise when my phone beeped Thursday evening around five. It was a message from Deb that read:



"Arrived fine; checked in; room 212. Going to dinner with some girls from work. Love you."



I replied, "Love you, too. Enjoy. TTYL?"



She replied, "Will call when back in room."



I hit, "K," and went about the rest of my evening.



About 7:30 the house phone rang and it was her. She'd enjoyed her dinner and was kind of tired but had been invited out by a couple other store mangers (all women) to hit one of the casinos before calling it a night. Apparently they were thinking that a little gambling &#x2013; which would get them free drinks &#x2013; would be a good "kick off" for there first evening there. I encouraged her to go have fun with them, knowing she enjoys a little gambling and would probably also enjoy a few drinks. I also reminded her that she wasn't 21 anymore and she did have to get up and be at that boring ass seminar in the morning. Doing it hung-over would NOT make it a better day. I told her I'd probably be in bed by ten or eleven but that I'd appreciate at least a text letting me know she was back in her room safe whenever she called it a night. She agreed, we exchanged I-Love-Yous and hung up.



At about 9:30 I got a text from her that said:



"Having fun; won a few $$; staying out awhile longer. Still want good-night text?"



"Yes," I sent back and returned to my television watching.



Around eleven I got another text:



"More fun; won a few more $$; flirting with some guys who hit big at roulette wheel."



I replied:



"Cool! Glad you're enjoying. Remember rules!"



I got back:



"LOL"



About 11:30 I decided to turn in but took my phone with me to bed and put it on the night stand. I had no trouble falling asleep but was wondering what Deb was up to the whole time. At about 12:40 in the morning my phone beeped and I saw:



"In my room for night; one guy disappointed he didn't get to come with me. Ahead a few $$ for night. Love you."



I smiled and replied, "Love you too. Sweet dreams."



"They will be!" I got back.



Friday



The next morning I was up and ready for work when the house phone rang. It was Deb wanting to share the night's adventures and fun as she described what gambling she did, who she was with, how much she drank, etc. I finally got around to asking about the guy who was disappointed she wasn't taking him back to her room and she told me about him.



"Oh, it was so funny," she said. "These three guys Linda and Tracy had been talking to hit on the roulette wheel for about a thousand dollars. There were three of us and three of them and one of the guys said something about how it was just fate that we'd meet as they were winning money; like we were meant to party together. So Linda agreed with him &#x2013; she was half snockered &#x2013; and we went along. It was harmless fun."



"Tell me about the guys," I said. She hadn't told me about the guy she'd disappointed, which was what I'd asked. I wondered why.



"Oh, they were younger guys, in their late 20s, apparently just partying in Atlantic City for a long weekend. I think they're all either military or fresh out," she added on.



"So, which one did you disappoint?" I asked. There was a pause before she answered.



"While we stayed down there gambling the three guys kinda picked out each of us and John, the guy I disappointed, seemed to pick me. So we kinda moved around the casino together gambling in bits and pieces here and there, getting a few more drinks around the room and just talking in general."



"Nice guy?" I asked. "Was he at least polite?"



"Oh, really nice," she said &#x2013; and I could almost hear the gush in her voice. "He's 28, very polite and gentlemanly..." she paused and giggled before adding, "when he wasn't trying to look down my shirt or staring at my butt."



"I don't hear a complaint in your voice," I smiled back.



"Not at all," she agreed. "He's a pretty good looking guy and I didn't mind his attention." She paused to giggle again before continuing, "Once or twice while we were moving around the casino he brushed pretty close against me and I'd swear his hand 'accidentally' brushed across my ass a couple times."



"Did you like it? Or did it bother you?" I asked carefully.



"I didn't mind," she said seriously. "It made me feel good that a guy 12 years younger than me found me so attractive, and from the way he was flirting I knew he wanted a lot more than looks or 'accidental' touches."



I decided I had pushed things as far as I could on that topic and would leave it alone for right then. Besides, I had to leave for work and she needed to get to her seminar. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time," I said. "I've got to get to work and so do you. Have you made plans for tonight?"



This time there was a distinct pause before she answered and I could hear her breathing on the other end as if she was afraid of what she was going to say. "John already invited me to spend some time with him this evening. I'm going to check with Linda and Tracy to see what they have planned, if anything, but if they don't mind I was thinking we could all get together again for dinner and some more gambling." Her tone of voice and the tempo of her answer let me know she was worried that I might be jealous or upset or something. I made sure my answer sounded very upbeat and, in all honesty, I was glad she was having fun. I was excited that she was following up with John.

<hr pg="2" />"Cool," I said smiling &#x2013; even though she couldn't see it. "At least you have that to look forward to as you sit through the morning and afternoon crap I know you won't enjoy much."



"True," she said and I could hear her smile as well. "You sure you're okay with this?" At that moment I knew she had already at least considered the possibility of playing with John. Otherwise she wouldn't be asking my permission again. And, at a bare minimum, she was planning on going on a date with John, even if it was a triple-date with her friends. It was something totally outside of our marriage experience thus far and she was understandably nervous.



In response I asked her, "Do you have that card in your wallet?" I must have said the right thing because I heard her giggle again at the other end of the phone.



"Yes," she replied. "I double checked last night after I said good night to John."



I wanted to ask her exactly how she'd said good-night but left it alone right then. "Uh huh," I replied with a smile. "Try to enjoy the day as best you can. Remember the rules tonight. Love you."



"Love you too," she said with a sigh. "I'll call or text after the work crap is done today." And we hung up.



At lunch time I got a text from her:



"Love you. Hope you're having an okay day."



I sent back:



"It's going okay. Hope yours is too. Love you too."



She replied:



"eh"



I knew she hadn't enjoyed the morning seminar and wasn't looking forward to the team build event.



About 4:30 I got:



"Done for day. Heading to room to shower and change. Love you."



I replied:

"love you too. Wish I could join you in the shower."



She answered:



"Would be good. Could use it. Maybe I'll have company later. ;-)"



I didn't know if she was teasing or being serious but figured it was a mix of both so I sent:



"Enjoy it thoroughly if you do. Want to hear all details." Just reading her text made my cock throb.



To which she replied:



"Pervert. :-) Love you. TTYL"



I sent back:



"K"



I got home from work about 5:30, and relaxed. I grilled a steak for dinner with some mashed potatoes beside it and drank it down with a cold bottle of beer. It was about 7:30 and I had just settled in front of my computer for some web surfing when my phone beeped. She had sent:



"Dinner was good. Heading to casino. Hope to win big!"



I replied:

"Would be nice. Good luck!"



After surfing the web some I settled in front of the TV planning on an hour or so of vegetating before going to bed. About 9:10 my phone beeped.



"John hit big on roulette table! Bought drinks for everyone. Having lots of fun."



"Cool!" I sent back. "Remember don't want hung-over in the morning."



"Not drinking much," she replied. "Keeping my head clear."



I wondered about that but let it go so I sent back, "Cool. Have fun. Love you."



"Having LOTS of fun," she sent back. "Love you too."



Around ten I retired to the bedroom and got ready for bed. Since she was gone for the weekend I had decided to work the next day (Saturday) and would have to get up at my usual 5:30 in the morning. I was just climbing in to bed about 10:15 when my phone beeped again. I looked and my heart sped up when I read:



"Having really good time. Have to make decision. Leaning toward yes. Are you SURE?"



I knew what she meant. The moment of truth was upon me and I wasn't hesitating a bit. I replied:



"You know the rules. Have a blast. I'll look forward to talking in the morning."



There was a pause before I got her reply back:



"OK. per rules: May sleep with John tonight. Will text b4 if going to happen."



"Good enough," I sent back. "Love you. HAVE FUN."



"Love you too," she replied. "Will do!"



My cock was rock hard as my imagination flowed about what my wife may be doing. I fell asleep with my head full of thoughts of her riding John...



My phone beeping woke me up. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 11:40. She had sent:



"No doubts now. No turning back. Going to happen. Eager for it. Going to John's room 418. Hope you're happy."



I sent back:



"Thanks for letting me know. Remember the rules. HAVE A BLAST!"



I didn't expect to get anything else from her that night and had trouble falling back asleep knowing that my wife was, in a short time, going to be fucking another guy. I finally managed to fall back asleep only to be woken by my phone beeping again. The clock said 1:35. The text message from Debbie said:



"THANK YOU. Having MUCH fun. Staying the night here."



"GOOD on the fun," I sent back. "get SOME sleep."



"Will do," she replied. "But want more before sleep."



That did it for me. There was no way I was going to get back to sleep without stroking off. My cock was raging hard and throbbing with every beat of my heart. Grabbing the bottle of liquid KY from our nightstand drawer it took me about two minutes to get myself off and it was a hell of a mess to clean up. I got back to sleep around 2:30, hard again thinking about what Deb was doing.



Saturday



Again the next morning, a few minutes before I'd normally leave for work, the house phone rang. Caller ID showed her cell phone number.



"Good morning, love," I answered the phone.



"Good morning," she said. Her voice sounded almost timid; that she was afraid that I was angry or would be jealous was obvious. She also sounded really tired.



"You back in your room?" I asked. The question had several implied statements. I knew she'd spent the night in his room. I remembered everything we'd exchanged the night before. I was perfectly okay with it.



"Yeah," she said, still sounding guilty.



"Did you get much sleep last night?" I asked. It wasn't something she could easily give a one or two word answer to.



"I think I fell asleep about a half hour or hour after that last text message," she said, and I could hear her beginning to relax.



"Sorry, baby," I said. "I know you're going to be tired in your seminar this morning."



"Yeah," she said again. There was a pause when neither of us said anything and then she asked, "You sure you're okay with everything?"



"Baby," I reassured her, "I'm fine. Did you have a good time last night?"



"Yes," she admitted, sounding ashamed.



"Did you obey all our rules?" I asked her.



"Yes," she said, in a little stronger voice.



"Does your pussy feel properly used and pleasured this morning?" I asked with a teasing tone of voice.



"Yes," she replied, finally sounding okay with the situation. And she hesitated before saying, "But I do have a question..."



"What's that?" I asked.



"Do I have to give you a card for each time I get fucked? Or just one for the night?"



I laughed out loud at her question and had to ask one of my own. "If I say one for each time you got fucked, how many do you have to give me back?"



She paused before answering and I could hear the naughty giggle in her voice as she did. "Three."



"Sounds like John took pretty good care of you last night then," I said. It was a question but not asked like one.



"Yes he did," she said with a smirk I could hear. And I knew she was finally letting go of her worries and concerns when she added, "Thank god he had a whole brand new box of condoms."



I was glad to hear that and laughed at the exasperated yet happy sound of her voice. "I have to think about the card thing," I said. "I originally printed them numbered with the intention of each card representing one guy, but I hadn't, at that time, considered you fucking one guy multiple times." I paused and thought. "I think one night of fun should be one card provided you only fuck one guy in that night. So one card per guy per night," I concluded.



"Okay, then," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I owe you card number 001 for last night." She paused and then added. "And I'm pretty sure I'm going to owe you card number 002 for tonight if you're okay with that."



"I'm fine with that," I replied. "Another night out with the girls, John and his friends?" I asked with a smile.



"That's what's planned," she replied. "My friends seem to like John's friends and I certainly had a good time last night. I'll tell you all about it when I get home."



"That's fine, baby," I replied. "I gotta get to work and so do you. Don't fall asleep in your seminar."



She laughed. "I'll try not to.



We exchanged I-Love-Yous again and then I headed for work. At about lunch time I got a text from her that read:



"Seminar is boring as hell. Day is taking forever to go by."



I replied:



"That's cause you're eager for tonight. LOL"



"True," she sent back. "Is that bad of me?"



"Not at all," I responded. "But focus on work while working."



"Ugh," she replied. "Team build event coming up. Joy."



I sent back, "A couple hours of boredom and then an evening / night of play. You'll handle it."



"True again," she replied. "Love you."



"Love you too" I sent back.



At around 4:15 I got a text from her that said:



"Team build finally done. Going to room to shower and change."



"K," I sent back. "What time you meeting everyone?"



"Dinner at 5:30," she replied. "Hang on"



Normally if she sends a "hang on" message it's because she's had other texts come in or is getting a phone call. I waited about three minutes before I got another text from her. It said:



"was John texting. Hope you don't mind. He's joining me for shower."



I sent back:



"LOL. Don't mind at all. Have fun. Don't be late for dinner."



"Won't be," she replied. "Love you."



"Love you too," I sent back.



My work day was done and I couldn't concentrate on work anymore at that point if I wanted to. I drove home thinking about my lovely wife naked in the shower with John, knowing full well she'd get fucked again either as a quickie before the shower or bent over in the shower before they joined their friends for dinner. If it was in the shower I hoped she remembered the condom rule but trusted that she would. I got home about 5:25 and as I let myself into the house I heard my phone beep.



"Going down to dinner now. Shower was good. Before was better."



"I'm glad," I sent back. "Enjoy dinner and evening. Text when / what you can. HAVE FUN!"



"Am having a blast," she replied.



I got myself dinner and watched some television. Some laundry needed to be done so I got a load going. I had just settled back in front of the television about 7:15 when my phone beeped with a text from her:



"Dinner was good. Heading to casino floor. Expect a late night."



"Understood," I sent back. "Have fun. Keep me informed where you'll be please." I knew she'd understand that, although I'd given her permission and my blessing to have fun, I still wanted to know where she'd be in case anything ugly happened. All I was asking was for her to tell me whether she'd be in his room for the night or her own.



"Will do. Thank you again. Really enjoying myself. Love you."



"Love you too," I sent back and settled in front of the tube. Across the span of the next couple hours I rotated two loads of laundry and watched mind-numbing television.



At around ten I got a text from her that said:



"Just won $1500!!!!!"



I sent back, "COOL!!!! Don't gamble ALL of it away"



She replied: "Setting aside $1K."



"K," I sent back.



I watched television until about 11:30 before heading to bed. I had just finished getting ready and climbed in when my phone beeped about 11:40. It read:



"Almost done in the casino. Taking John to my room. He asked to take pictures. Your thoughts?"



I had to think about that for a few minutes. I'd love to see pictures of my wife with this other guy but I didn't want him walking away with pictures of my wife. Could we control it somehow? I thought another few minutes and replied:



"Only OUR camera is used for pics. Get his email and we'll send him what you want him to have. K?"



It took a few minutes before she sent back, "Okay. That works. Love you."



"Love you too," I replied. "Enjoy thoroughly!"



"OH I AM," I got back. Setting the phone down I rolled over and tried to fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of my sexy wife, naked and sexually playing with John while one or both of them took pictures at various times.



At four a.m. my phone beeping woke me up. The text said, "Done playing. John says thanks. Going to sleep. Have over 100 pictures to sort through with you."



I thought groggily for a few minutes before sending back:



"Five hours later, I hope you're well pleased. He's welcome. Look forward to looking through pics with you. Love you."



"Love you too," she sent back. "Am VERY pleased. See you later." I rolled over and went back to sleep.



I was up about seven, got coffee and breakfast and tended to minor things around the house. Her plane wasn't due in until about five that afternoon and check out wasn't until eleven. I didn't expect to hear from her until just before she needed to check out and I assumed she and John would play more before she left the hotel. Knowing all that, and knowing that she didn't go to sleep until about four that morning, I didn't expect a phone call until after ten so I was surprised when the house phone rang about nine. Caller ID showed her cell phone.



"Good morning," I answered in a cheerful voice.



"Hi, honey," she said. She sounded fairly well rested in spite of having gotten only five hours of sleep at the max.



"I'm surprised you're up," I said, knowing she'd take it as a question.



"I didn't expect to be up so early," she said, "but, well..."



"Go on," I prompted her.



"John woke me up about a half hour ago and when he rolled over against me and I felt how hard he was and I was kinda wide awake."



"Ah," I said with a smile. "Already had a good morning fuck have you?"



She giggled before answering, "Yes." She paused for a minute before continuing. "I almost feel like I should be giving you card numbers 002 and 003 after last night."



"Do tell?" I prompted her again. "Why is that?"



"Well," she said &#x2013; and I wondered where John was while she was talking &#x2013; "the quickie I got yesterday evening before my shower was almost twelve hours before our final time this morning..." She paused and I could almost hear her wondering how much she should share right then before she continued. "And I'd forgotten about the stamina of younger men. Between eleven last night and four this morning he came four more times and then again this morning when we woke up." She paused again and then finished. "I just feel like six times ought to cost me more than one card or something."



I laughed out loud at how she sounded and my cock was raging hard at the thought of my wife and her new lover having gone through almost an entire box of condoms in two nights of play. If I remembered everything correctly my darling wife's new found freedom and enjoyment had gotten her happily laid nine times in about 36 hours.



"I think we already discussed this," I replied. "One card per night per man. Maybe we should make it one card per 24 hours per man, but either way you only owe me one card for last night..." I paused to think before continuing, "and I'll even include this morning. So you only owe me two cards when you get home."



"Okay," she said and I could hear her smiling. "I'm going to go get cleaned up then and make sure everything is packed. John's taking me to breakfast and then to the airport. I'll see you when I get home... and I love you very much. Thank you for allowing and encouraging me to do this. I really have enjoyed the time here."



"You're welcome, baby," I said seriously. "I've always wanted you to enjoy life a bit more. I'm glad you did this weekend. See you in a few hours and I love you too."



With that we said our good-byes and hung up. Around 11:30 I got a text from her that said:



"Heading to airport. Will text when on plane."



"K" I sent back.



At about 1:15 I got another:



"On the plane. Hoping to sleep through flight. See you soon. Love you."



"I bet you DO want to sleep! LOL Love you too," I replied.



I was waiting at the end of the jetway when she came walking off the plane. She was dressed comfortably in her jeans and a sweater but she looked like she was absolutely glowing. She walked straight to me, dropped her carry-on and gave me a big hug. Our kiss was one of passion and delight; passion because of everything she'd done that I'd known about and encouraged her in and everything we'd do when we got home; delight because of how secure we were in our marriage and love for each other and how that made things all the better. When our embrace broke and she stepped back, she had quite the large grin on her face as she reached into the back pocket of her jeans to pull out and hand to me two of her "free pass" cards: numbers 001 and 002. The smile on her face was big as she handed them over &#x2013; and I have to admit there was some erotic thrill in accepting the two cards that confirmed, to some extent, my wife's two nights of pleasure with another man.



We went down to baggage claim to get her suitcase and then headed out to the car. On the ride home I wanted to ask her to share everything about her time with John but I didn't want to rush her into telling me or make her uncomfortable by "grilling" her about it. I knew she'd share the info in time and the pictures we had to look at were definitely on my mind.



At home we enjoyed a quiet simple dinner and then we relaxed on the sofa together to talk. She brought her laptop in, transferred over the pictures from the camera, and together we sat and looked through them. Debbie expressed what a good time she'd had; how nice John was; what a good lover he was; how many times she'd cum; all the different positions they'd had sex in; the two times she'd sucked him to orgasm; how different he tasted (although not unpleasant) from me; and more. Having spent so much time with him and had sex with him so many times, she was of the opinion that we should simply send him a copy of every picture. My outlook was slightly different: I didn't mind sending him every picture but I wanted them edited so that she was not identifiable in them. As good a time as she'd had, we still didn't need to give John the ability to share photos of her &#x2013; and we had no idea what he'd do with them &#x2013; that would compromise her security or work image. She finally agreed although she voiced the concern that he'd forget what she looked like. Then she remembered that Linda had taken pictures of the groups together will various cameras so virtually all three guys had pictures of all three women and vice versa. Remembering that she also showed me pictures of John and he was indeed a decent looking guy.



To say that looking through the pictures excited me would be an understatement. There were pictures of Debbie stripping down in her hotel room; pictures of her spreading herself in offering to John; pictures of her stroking his length, sucking his cock and even one with some cum seeping out one corner of her mouth. (she told me that he shot really big loads) There were pictures of her pussy being penetrated by his length in various positions and from different angles. I realized, after looking more carefully, that he did almost have what she considered "the perfect cock". It looked to be about 7" long and was nicely thick; circumcised. I noted that he kept his pubic hair trimmed and his balls clean shaven. There was a picture of Debbie sucking one of his balls into her mouth like she was sucking in a grape or a plum. There were pictures she took of John's tongue stretching out to lick her pussy and even a picture of his thumb penetrating her ass as he fucked her doggy style.



I was pleased to see that in every picture where his cock was in her pussy he was wearing a condom. There were several pictures that he apparently took after he'd cum into the condom inside her; pictures of her pussy showing how thoroughly well fucked it looked.

<hr pg="3" />As we looked and talked Debbie admitted that the excitement and pleasure was much greater on Friday night than on Saturday &#x2013; not that it was bad Saturday night at all. She thought about it more and felt that the build up and nervousness added to the excitement of the first time Friday night and that carried through the night until they were "done". Saturday night everything was still fantastic she said, but there was a different level of excitement and none of the nervousness since he was no longer new.



That led us into a discussion about how we both felt about her having taken a new lover; the excitement she'd enjoyed; how good it had made her feel as a woman; how surprised she had been at just how eager John was to bed her; how much the experience had left her wanting me more than she had in recent years but also admitting that she hoped I would continue to grant her this freedom. Having tasted it once she could admit to herself and to me that she did indeed enjoy it and hoped to again some time &#x2013; although she was in no rush and had no one in mind. She was just hoping I'd leave the option open for her. She told me that, at the airport when she'd said good-bye to John, she'd told him that although they could stay in touch if he wanted, they'd never have sex again. It had been a one-time (well, nine-time thing) for that weekend but it was essentially "a fling" and repeating it would seem too much like having an affair. He agreed and thanked her for having allowed him so much enjoyment and pleasure while she could.



As the conversation wound down we both knew without words that we'd be heading to the bedroom to make love. I needed her more than I could express at that point and I think she needed to feel me inside her, to make love, to feel herself climax around me and feel me fill her &#x2013; a reaffirmation of sorts of our love and the bond of our relationship.



Afterward we lay quietly in bed, catching our breath and quietly whispering as we waited for sleep to claim us. She again thanked me for the freedom I'd granted her. I thanked her for having taken advantage of it. And then I reminded her that she still had eight cards left...

