Casey and I have been married forever. OK, not forever, but we’ve been together for a long time. We’ve been open at times, and this was one of the times.
One of Casey’s ex boyfriends was coming into a nearby town. She hadn’t seen him in 15 years, and they wanted to get together for dinner. She asked if I was cool with it, and after a little discussion, I was. He lives in another country, so this is a rare treat. We decided that if anything happened, it would be fine. Just play it by ear and keep in touch. She’d be driving a few hours to meet him, so I figured it would be best if she spent the night & didn’t have to drove home late at night.
Casey spent the following week getting ready. She must have picked out her outfit a dozen times. She packed her bag a dozen times. I handed her a box of condoms and some lube, told her that she has a green light if she wants to sleep with him. This wasn’t our first open experience, but this one was potentially kind of big. They had an intense relationship, and I always thought she still loved him.
The day came, and off she went. She had to leave before I got home from work, but left me a “gift” on the bed. I excitedly went up to see what it was: she’d left her laptop open, cam attached, and a hand-written note saying she loved me, and to play the video. She had masturbated with her favorite dildo, while talking to “me” on the vid.
She called a couple times on the drive, expressing her nervousness and excitement, disdain towards traffic, and how happy she was that I was not only cool with this but practically talked her into it.
Text messages. The first said she was waiting in the lobby of his hotel; he should be there any minute. The second message asking if I wanted her to just come home. I reassured her that whatever happens, everything between us is cool, I just want her to be happy and safe.
“He’s here! Love you, I’ll keep in touch but have to go now.”
I was busy with the kids, a friend came over, lots going on… but all I wanted to know was what she was up to.
Finally a text. A selfie of her in the restaurant bathroom, smiling, along with a note saying they were catching up and it was nice, but a little strange. “I don’t think he’s really into me.”
Some reassurance from me, and she was back at the table with him. Another text. “He’s in the bathroom now, what do I do?” Just have fun, baby. “OK, gotta go.”
I got the kids to bed, my friend (who happens to be female, and extraordinarily hot) wanted to hear about what was going on, so I filled her in. No, I didn’t *fill* her, just told her what the deal was. She was floored that I was not only OK with Casey seeing her ex, but encouraging her to spend the night with him, and hopefully get laid. I was kinda floored, too. We’ve had sex with other people, but this was someone important to her. I mean, that right there makes me want to say yes…. and no at the same time. I’m not going to say no, though.
Another text. A selfie of her in the bar bathroom, showing her pussy… along with “I still don’t know.” Some more reassurance, and asking her to send more pics, and she was off. 30 minutes later, another pic. This time her ass, and “I kissed him!”
I rolled a joint, and went to the hot tub, anxiously waiting for the next text. It came. Another selfie, again in the bar bathroom, with her pussy spread and seemingly dripping wet. “I can’t stand, afraid I’ll slip from how wet I am. I kissed him again, and he kissed back. What do you think?” I just sent her a pic of my hard dick. That seemed like a positive response, I think.
An hour later, and I’m in bed, having already masturbated a couple times. Then… another text. Her standing in his hotel room bathroom, totally naked. She was going to take a shower and go to sleep. WTF? Sleep? She said he was tired. Bullshit. She asks what she should do. “Talk to him. Tell him you’re in an open relationship, your husband knows and is supportive, and you are horny.”
She did. Facetime… holy shit! She’s naked, laying in his bed, masturbating. He was in the shower, but she wanted to give me something. I came immediately. She had to go because the shower turned off.
No clue how long I masturbated, between that Facetime, the vid she recorded for me, the situation, hoping she gets laid. I eventually fall asleep, then wake at 4 or 5 in the morning to a few messages. “It’s going to happen!” followed by another naked selfie in his bathroom, and a closeup of an obviously used pussy. I masturbated again, and fell back asleep.
7am, Facetime. He was in the shower. The talk had worked. She had sucked his dick, he ate her pussy, he fucked her in a couple positions she likes, and came on her tits. She was still horny, saying she only came once. I told her to go jump in the shower with him and tell him you’re horny…
8am, text. “I’m clean, I’m dirty, I miss you, and I’m still so fucking horny.”
He was flying home that evening, after a meeting. I convinced her to stay until he was leaving, so maybe she could have some more fun. She went to a museum, had lunch, and enjoyed a few hours to herself… occasionally texting a pic from the art museum, or her pussy.
He booked another night at the hotel, just to have some extra time, even though he was flying home that night. After his meeting, they had an early dinner, and went bar hopping. More nude selfies from random bar bathrooms, and another from his hotel bathroom along with “we’re going to fuck again!”
The next thing I got was a phone call. They said their goodbyes, and she was eager to get home. Almost 4 hours, with traffic. She called a few times on the drive. I arranged a sleepover for the kids, so it’d be just her and I when she got home.
Reclamation sex is intense. She walked in the door and was naked within minutes. We spent the night fucking, talking, cuddling, fucking…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9pfv8h/consentual_extramarital_fun_part_1_my_wife_her_ex