After my interlude with Karina, I realized that sneaking around trying to keep things a secret just wasn't a long term solution. It was fun for now, but eventually something would bring it all crashing down, and I'd rather have SOME control over when Sara found out what I'd been up to.
In the meantime, my vasectomy had been pushed back a few months due to scheduling issues so I wasn't shooting blanks yet. Karina didn't end up getting pregnant from our encounter, which left her slightly disappointed but I think we both realized it was probably for the best.
Interestingly, Sara must have picked up on something because she actually brought up the topic of sex. That may have been a first. We were sitting in the living room after the kids were in bed watching TV and she turned and said, "You know, we haven't had sex in over 2 months. You haven't even tried. What's going on?"
I replied, "Well, honestly there comes a point where getting turned down constantly just leads you to give up. When my success rate with getting you to have sex is like 10%, it's not worth the frustration."
"I know," she lamented, "it's just between the kids, work, and everything, I just can't do it most of the time."
"I understand that, Sara," I said, "but this has been an issue since before we had kids. Honestly ever since we got married, sex has been a chore for you. If you're not attracted to me anymore, just be honest about it."
"It's not about attraction," she responded, "I just really don't know what it is."
"Well," I said, "unless it's something you want to work on trying to address, I'm not sure that there's much to talk about. It's been an issue for me for a long time I've brought it up, but it doesn't seem like it bothers you so you don't care to do anything about it."
"In all honesty, it doesn't bother me," she said, "but I know it does bother you and that bothers me."
All of the sudden my phone vibrated on the nightstand.
I grabbed it to check it while responding, "Well, yes it does bother me but that hasn't bothered you enough to actually do anything, so I guess that's just kind of where we are."
The notification on my phone was a Signal app message from Karina. We use Signal since it keeps it out of my regular texts. Ironically, I'd discovered Signal when Sara and I tried out some playful sexting at one point. The message read, "You up?"
"Ya, having the 'we don't have sex' discussion for the hundredth time. Fun stuff," I replied to the message.
I put my phone back on the nightstand and turned to Sara. While I had been texting Karina back, Sara had taken off her shirt and bra, and was now wearing only her shorts.
"Well, hi..." I muttered, pleasantly surprised and also confused. I may be incredibly frustrated, but damn if my wife didn't have the best tits I've ever seen.
"Look," she said, "I know it's not going to change anything in the long term, but I do want to do something for you tonight."
She leaned over and started to unbuckle my belt. Just then my phone vibrated again. This time it was a picture of Karina, a top down shirtless shot of her with pouty lips with the message, "Too bad, you know these are always here for you."
As I messaged back, Sara unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. Not used to this kind of attention from her, it didn't take long for it to get fully erect.
"I don't know who you're texting," Sara said, "but keep texting them while I take care of you. Kind of fun, like doing it when you're talking on the phone but not as risky."
"If you say so," I said. I messaged Karina back saying, "You're not going to believe this, but my wife is stroking my cock while I'm typing this."
Sara, kneeling on the couch next to me, bent over and started sucking my cock. She's pretty good at it, not Karina level good but better than her sister if I'm honest.
Karina messaged back, "No shit? That's hot! I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
I reached down and grabbed one of Sara's breasts, caressing it and ever so slightly pinching the nipple. She moaned in pleasure, which is always an amazing feeling when she's also sucking my cock.
Another message from Karina came in, this one was a picture of her pussy with her hand clearly playing with her clit. "Show me," it said. My phone was on silent, so I snapped a quick picture of my wife sucking my cock and sent it.
"Not as good as me, I'm sure ;)," she replied, "but even a mediocre blowjob is nice!" I mean, she wasn't wrong on either count.
Sara momentarily took her mouth off my cock and said, "you're having quite the conversation up there." If she only knew. She went back to sucking my cock. I reached and stuck my hand inside her shorts. She stopped me and said, "Sorry, I'm still kind of sore." It had been months since our second child was born, but I could at least understand that. Stroking her clit was usually OK, but the last time I'd done that she ended up deciding she want to actually have sex. It ended up being too painful, though.
Disappointed, I put my hand on the back of her head and caressed her hair as she continued to go to town on my cock. Another message from Karina, "Live stream it to me." Holy shit, I thought. Well, why not. I brought up a video chat app, and with the volume off I called Karina. I switched the camera to rear facing.
I've sexted, I've sex chatted with girls online, but watching your wife suck your cock on screen while the woman you're cheating on her with gets off to it on the same screen? That's some next level stuff.
Karina was rubbing her clit as she watched my wife suck my dick. My wife climbed off the couch and got on her knees in front of me. "You aren't recording this, right?"
"Nope, I responded." Technically true.
She tried to deepthroat my cock and got pretty close, but had to stop before she got quite all of it.
"Tell you what," she said, "to make it up to you a bit, I'll do something I've never done before. You can either cum on my face or I'll swallow your cum, whichever you want. When you're going to cum, just tell me which."
I glanced at Karina on the screen, and she was now rubbing her clit and fucking her pussy with a dildo. I'm not sure who was enjoying themselves more, me or her. It also occurred to me she must have propped her phone up since both her hands were busy.