Author's Note: This story is about wife sharing and includes bisexual male themes. If you don't like that sort of thing please don't read it. Otherwise, I love comments and feedback.
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Is This Really Happening?
A couple of days passed fairly uneventfully, though I could tell Jen was texting with Quinn quite a bit because she would get a text, read it, look at me and blush smiling. This of course turned me on like crazy. I didn't pry too much and I think that is one of the successful things about our relationship is that we aren't too nosey about things with each other. She'd tell me when she was ready.
In the meantime we were both super horny. This situation added an extra level of intensity to our sex life, which was absolutely amazing. We both wanted it all the time and couldn't keep our hands off each other. She also wanted it increasingly intense and rough, I was more than happy to oblige as the feeling of competition made me feel more aggressive. Not overly so, I'm not a super dominant guy to be honest, but this whole situation made everything feel so intense. It was very hot.
Then I started getting dirty selfies of her on my phone. These were clearly taken for Quinn, smiling pictures that showed her tits and shy pictures of her touching herself. This is kind of another thing she does to make sure I'm involved; she sends me everything she sends him and it meant that they were exchanging dirty pics. It was definitely fueling my fires. She didn't send me any of him, so I was dying to see his body and his cock. I resigned myself to be patient though and let things develop.
Then several days later I came home from work and the house was quiet. Our son was probably out with friends, so I headed towards our bedroom only to find the door closed. Now there are several reasons this could be, she could be getting dressed and not want to get surprised by our son or his friends, she could be taking a nap, but looking at the door I instantly saw deeper meaning. I just stared, my cock slowly growing in my pants and then I heard a giggle muffled through the door. My blood started pulsing through my body.
Since there was no way I would intrude and I feel like eavesdropping further would just make me feel weak and weird, I went into the living room and turned on the TV and tried to ignore what was happening. I tried to focus on the TV but my cock was raging hard and my imagination was running wild. It was absolute torture.
It seemed like an eternity passed before she came out of the room dressed in only a towel. She looked at me blushing. I stood up and walked toward her with hunger in my eyes.
"Hi there"
"Hi" she said backing up towards the bedroom. I followed her very close.
"Whatcha been up to?" I asked
"Talking to Quinn" She replied, blushing deeply.
"Oh yeah?" I said, closing the bedroom door behind me.
"Yeah" she said, defiantly not telling me more.
I reached out and grabbed the towel and pulled her towards me. My cock was raging hard and aching for release as I felt her naked body under the towel.
"Did you have phone sex with him?" I asked hotly in her ear.
"Yes" came her half guilty reply.
