Chapter 4
Lacey's Car Ride
It took a couple of days but eventually I received an e-mail from Ben containing the pictures he had taken of my wife at the hotel that night. My hands were shaking with anticipation and my dick was threatening to burst through my pants as I opened the e-mail to see two very sexy photos.
The first shot was of Lacey laying completely alone on the hotel bed. With one hand behind her head, she wore a smile on her face and absolutely nothing else. It was clear that Ben had taken the picture from the foot of the bed so as to fit all of her beautiful and gloriously naked body in the shot, her tits and freshly shaven pussy clearly on display.
This was the height of excitement; a nude picture of my wife taken by another man for the purpose of sending it back to me. I was in heaven, and the next shot was even better.
As I opened the second picture I felt the strong urge to free my hard cock from my pants and start jerking off right then and there. The picture was taken from Ben's point of view and focused on his own crotch as he lay on the bed. Lacey's face in profile dominated the shot and her hair was brushed around to the other side of her head to prevent it from obstructing the view. She had her right hand wrapped around the base of Ben's shaft and cupping his balls and, as promised, his dick was in her mouth.
I can't explain the thrill I felt. Here I was sitting at my computer and stroking myself as I stared, for the first time, at a picture of my wife's lips wrapped tightly around another mans hard cock.
I don't know how long I sat there staring at that picture before I made myself cum, nor can I recall how many times I've repeated that behavior but believe me it's been often.
Later Lacey asked me if I had enjoyed the photos and I responded with an enthusiastic "Yes!"
"Hmm, there was video, too," she said. "But I erased it."
"Why did you do that?" I asked
"Because you said you didn't want video."
She had a point, but it seems that my opinion of that was changing. Was I disappointed? Would I make the same mistake if the opportunity ever presented itself again?
Anyway . . .
The week progressed with Lacey and I having sex every day, and before long Friday rolled around again. Ben called to see if my wife wanted to hang out again and she accepted although since she had already decided that she didn't want to continue her newfound sexual freedom, she assured me that they would just hang at the bar for awhile and then she would be right home.
I kissed my wife goodbye as she left to meet Ben at the bar and then I walked to work. I doubted her resolve, however, and felt there was a good chance that something my happen tonight between her and Ben and to be honest I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that. Remember I said it was one thing for a woman to be naughty with her husbands knowledge and consent but something else entirely if she was playing behind his back? Well, that's kind of how I saw this night. Of course I still wanted her to be my naughty little slut wife, but if she did anything tonight after telling me that she didn't like the way it made her feel and that she only wanted to be with me from now on. . . well, that was kind of a betrayal.
As the night wore on with no calls or texts from Lacey, I grew more and more certain that something was going to happen, if it wasn't already and I decided to make it possible for her to avoid committing this small act of betrayal by giving her the opportunity to tell me in advance that that she was feeling horny and was going to act on those feelings. My plan was to open up the lines of communication via text in the hopes that she would either ask for permission to be naughty or just flat out tell me that she was going to fuck Ben right then and there.
The first time I texted, they were still at the bar and she gave no indication that anything was happening or that she had any desire for anything to happen. We chit-chatted for awhile and I let her go. I left her alone for about an hour and texted again. This time she was much less talkative. Nearly all of my texts received mono-syllabic responses. 'Yes', 'no', 'yep'; this was all she was saying. It seemed something else was occupying her time. Now I felt certain that she was being a naughty little slut and wasn't going to tell me about it so I continued to text just to cock-block. At first I was doing this because I was upset about the secrecy but after awhile it started to seem like a fun little game. I would give what I felt was just enough time for them to start something and then I would text. After doing this for about a half hour I decided that I was okay with what was (probably) going on after all and decided to leave them alone to have their fun. I spent the rest of the night at work wondering what was going on and if my wife would tell me about it.
Lacey showed up shortly before six o'clock to pick me up from work. She hadn't been home yet. After I climbed into the car, she looked at me and asked "So do you want to hear about what I did last night?"
"I don't know, did you do anything I'd want to hear about?"
"I think so. A little bit."
"I thought you said you didn't want to do those things anymore?"
"I know, but one thing just kind of led to another. I didn't feel so bad afterwards this time but I wasn't sure how you'd take it since I said I wasn't going to do anything."
