I tried to spend my day like it was any other. I did the yard work I had planned on. I tidied up my workshop and cooled off in the pool for a while. I took my shower and cleaned up, just as if expecting Heather home at any time. But this wasn't like any other day. Heather wouldn't be home tonight. That thought was even more evident as I got dressed. I wore underwear, not panties. True, the panties would have reinforced the fact that I was a cuckold husband, left alone for the night.
It was after 5 by now, I imagined she was on her way to meet him. I walked around the house, trying to find something to do. Playing cards and reading porn on the computer couldn't keep my interest. At 6:00 I figured they were on the hi-way. I wondered if she was sucking his cock while he drove, or was he playing with her pussy at 70 mph?
Around 9:00, I decided to go to the local sports bar & get something to eat. Just as my burger was being served, my phone beeped. I saw it was a text from Heather. I opened it up and it was a pic of her in her new outfit, followed by another one of her kissing Rick. It looked like it might have been taken at an upscale bar. It didn't look like a dark and seedy place.
I sat there brooding, wondering what they were doing now. Even the baseball game on the TV didn't help my mood. I must have reached for my phone a dozen times to call her; to say our secret word, to tell her I was coming to get her. I had one more beer and decided to go home. I had given my approval to this tryst; I wasn't going to back out now. Besides, they weren't going to do anything I hadn't seen them do before. I guess the problem was that she wasn't coming home to me like she always has in the past.
I got home a little after 11. I had just gone to bed when my phone beeped again. I was treated to a pic of Heather without her blouse, showing off that new bra (and her hard nipples). While I was still staring it, it flashed letting me know there was another message. The new message was another pic, this time she was sans her skirt, standing there so sexy looking in her bra, panties, stockings and heels. Another pic came through, showing a hand holding her bra, with her tits fully exposed. One last twist of the knife was a pic of Rick kneeling, kissing her pussy. She was only wearing her stockings, heels and a smile. I could tell it was shot in a mirror because the phone was in one of Heather's hands while the other hand held her panties.
I thought the show was over, so I turned out the light and tried to sleep. I had just closed my eyes when my phone started beeping. I had to get up to turn on the light, but the phone kept beeping. I picked up my phone & saw a string of pics. It looked like Heather undressing Rick, including her sucking his hard cock. I sure couldn't sleep now, so I went to the living room & looked for something to watch. Maybe 10 minutes later, I heard that familiar tone. I saw a pic of cum flowing out of a red swollen pussy, with the title "1st load you missed".
I paced around for a bit. After about 15 minutes, I sent my own text. I told Heather I loved her & would see her in the morning.
I had a couple shots of scotch to soothe my nerves. As I laid there on the couch, all I could think of was my Heather being taken care of so well. I didn't even realize I was playing with my limp dick while I thought about what she was doing. I closed my eyes and envisioned what she was doing to him and what he was doing to her. I was jerking hard, thinking I would be called in soon to clean up. All my doubts vanished as I shot cum all over my belly. I scooped up what I could, licked my fingers clean and fell asleep on the couch.
The liquor must have done the trick. I didn't wake up till close to 8 the next morning. As I was getting my coffee, my phone beeped again. It showed a missed message from 3:17 this morning. I checked & was greeted with 2 more pics, 1 of her pussy again, leaking of course and 1 of a messy slimy cock. One pic said "2nd load" & the other said "no limp dick here". I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I did know one thing for certain. I wouldn't have to see it in pictures again. My place was on the floor next to his bed, waiting to be called into service.
After a night of torment and self-doubt, I had a new outlook on the situation. I would talk to Heather the 1st chance we had to be alone. I showered and shaved before getting dressed to pick up my wife. A day at the beach called for casual dress. I chose something simple, deck shoes, shorts, a polo shirt and of course, my new panties, which proclaimed to anyone that saw them that I was a cuckold.
A few minutes after 9, I headed out. From our house to Rick's place was a 35 minute drive with no traffic problems. I always factor in the unexpected, so I was sitting at the 7-11 across the street from his condo about 10 minutes till 10. I used the restroom and grabbed a soda. I pulled into one of his allotted spaces with 3 minutes to spare. I stood outside and watched until my watch hit 10 AM. I knocked on the door, not knowing what I would find when they opened the door.
A minute later, Rick opened the door. He was naked with a very wet semi hard cock, still dripping cum from it. He was smiling when he motioned me inside.
"Heather was right, you are very punctual. Strip for me, I want to see those new panties I heard about. Come on, be quick about it."
I undressed as fast as I could, turned and bent over to show him my name for the day. As always, I got a sharp slap on the ass telling me to straighten up.
"Come with me, Cuckold, we need your services."
I followed him to the bedroom. Heather was lying on bed with that "just-laid-look" on her face. Her hair was a mess and she was only wearing her black stockings. The thing that caught my eye though was the gob of cum slipping out of her well used pussy. I stood at the end of the bed admiring the view when I felt a hand on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees. Once all the way down, I was met with a slimy cock rubbing against my cheek. I didn't need to be told what to do. I caught his cock in my mouth and began washing it with my tongue, tasting both of their juices, both fresh and stale.
When he was satisfied with my work, he pushed me away, telling me to clean my wife. As I crawled up on the bed, he walked around to, leaned over and kissed her, then offered his cock to her mouth. Heather was purring dreamily while I cleaned the rather large mess between her legs. She was softly sucking Rick's cock back to hardness.
When he slid his hand down to play her clit, she stopped him.
"I'm sorry, Baby, but I need a break from that. I know you want to play some more. I have an idea though. Cuckold, that's enough of that. Come kneel over here. Rick, why don't I suck you to the brink and then you can coat my cuckold's face. I love watching that. We still have all day for more fun together."
I whipped my head to the side and stared at Heather. I took a deep breath before I found the nerve to say, "Before you do that, maybe you'd like some of the licorice I brought you?"
That stopped Heather in her tracks. She looked at me and let loose of Ricks cock. Licorice is our code word. We came up with that because she can't stand it and I only tolerate it. In all our years of swinging and now in our Hotwife/Cuckold life, neither of us had ever had to use it.
"Rick, Baby, Dave and I need to talk. Can we have some privacy for a few minutes? I promise it won't be long."
"No problem Honey, take all the time you need. I'm guessing that was your safe word. I'll just check on the scores from last night. I'll be in the living room, just holler when you're done." He left us alone, closing the bedroom door behind him.
