At about 3am I received my sixth text of the night. However, unlike the previous five this one wasn't a picture of my naked wife. It was a message that said.
"At 9am precisely come to Thomas's suite, bring me some daytime clothes. Be on time. Text back Yes Mistress to confirm you have received this message."
As I read it I was surprised to find myself again growing hard. I could understand why the previous five turned me on so much, the first was Emma naked, bent over and looking back; then followed one of her face-down on a bed with her perfect arse filled by a jewelled but plug; then a close up of her tits being fucked by Thomas's thick cock; the next one was of my wife's beautiful face contorted in orgasm, and finally one of her well used pussy stretched open as cum dribbled out.
Needles to say each one made me cum. But as I text back I found myself even more turned on by the feelings of submissiveness that Emma's message had produced.
At the designated time I knocked on his door.
"Come in, it's open"
Thomas, wearing a white bathrobe, was sitting on a large leather couch as a waiter set up a table for breakfast. There was no sign of Emma, but as I drew near Thomas called out.
"Emma dear, your husband has brought your clothes, you'd best come and get them." Then, turning to me he continued. "Not that she will need them for a while, I have the room until this evening."
The presence of the waiter made me flush with embarrassment. Emma's voice from behind me said .
"Thanks sweetie."
I turned to see her walking from the bedroom. Her naked body ravaged, covered in love bites and small bruises, was a vision that left me starring open mouthed. Sashaying towards me she radiated an aura of sexual satisfaction that I could almost taste. She walked up to me, gave me a small peck on the cheek, collected the bag, crossed to Thomas and kissed him passionately on the mouth before returning to the bedroom.
As she walked away my eyes were pulled to her pert arse and the large red handprint visible across it. Clearly she was revelling in her sexuality. Watching her stroll away delivered my first pang of real jealousy. Shocked, I realised she wasn't doing this for me, it wasn't to satisfy my sexual appetites. She was doing it for her, it was exactly what she wanted. With this thought filling my mind my humiliation deepened as Thomas said.
"Your wife really does like it rough."
As much as I tried to resist I couldn't help but glance at the waiter, he gave me a smile that contained both pity and contempt, but as his eyes flicked to my wife's departing arse his face showed nothing but lust, and somehow, despite my deepening shame, my cock stiffened further.
As the waiter finished laying out breakfast Thomas said.
"Tip the man Rick, twenty pounds should cover it."
I handed over the money, but the waiter ignored me, thanked Thomas and left.
Emma, now wearing a bathrobe returned and sat beside her lover, glancing at me she said.
"Thanks for letting me stay, that was the best sex ever."
"It was my pleasure, as long as you enjoyed yourself." I replied.
"I was thanking Thomas not you," Emma said coldly, then in a gentler tone continued, "I love you more than anything, but you don't own me, I don't need your permission to fuck other men. I don't mean to sound cruel, but the truth is I have needs that you cant satisfy. "
Slipping a hand inside her robe Thomas opined. "I think you'll find your wife has now fully embraced her own sexuality, but that's what you wanted, is it not?"
"Yes sir, it is."
"Then you should apologise to her."
Looking contrite I said. "Sorry mistress, of course you're right, I've no say over what you do."
Curling her legs under her, Emma offered me a forgiving smile and said.
"I'm starving; get me one of those pastries and pour the coffee."
Emma and Thomas were so comfortable together that I felt like an interloper, but this only increased my arousal. Emma lay back with her head on Thomas's lap. He opened her robe and began caressing her breasts. As I watched her respond to his touch a question formed in my mind.
"Sir, do you mind if I ask you something?"
"No, please do." Thomas responded.
"Last night, how did you know Emma had sent me to find you?"
"You mean how did I know that you were looking for a man to fuck your wife?"
"Yes sir."
"When you know the signs it's obvious, at least to me anyway. My wife calls it my alpha sense."
"I didn't realise you're married." Emma said sounding slightly surprised. "Does she know you cheat on her?"
"Oh it's not cheating, I'll tell her all about you. We always tell each other about our adventures. We have a very open and trusting relationship."
Not wanting to let the conversation get side tracked I persisted.
"But how could you tell just by looking at us?"
"It's a combination of things. All men with beautiful women want to show them off, but most act as if the woman is a possession, something they feel they deserve. What they want is for other men to envy them. But when cuckolds show off their wives it's different, they're just as proud of their women, but when they look at men they're not looking for signs of envy they are looking to find one worthy of her. That was particularly true of you."
Feeling a little disturbed I said.
"I didn't think I was that transparent."
"Oh don't worry, only really experienced bulls will pick up on your sub cuckold vibe."
"Are there many guys like you out there?" Emma asked.
