Wife at His Cabin

This is based upon a question my wife asked me back in the summer of 2007:

My wife nervously asked me if it'd be okay to ride with her boyfriend from work on the back of his motorcycle and spend the weekend at his cabin up north.

I asked for time to think on my answer, she said okay.

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The next day I said yes but with some conditions. I told her I wanted her to keep me informed of their activities with selfie photos. And that anytime they had sex, to send me a selfie of your vagina afterwards (before cleaning up). It's the least she can do if I cannot be around to watch her.

Then I also told her, "And ... I want you to present your ass to him to fuck at least once. You have the nicest ass on this planet, and it'd be a shame that he could not enjoy it." I pressed a small tube of anal desensitizing lube into her hands.

I continued, "And this is important...take a selfie of your backdoor afterwards before you clean up. I want to see that he filled your ass."

Her eyes opened in alarm at that last part.

Still holding her hands, I told her, "Look. He will have a VIP Access pass to your body for the weekend. I want to know what happens and enjoy it from afar."

I continued, "bend over forwards and backwards for him this weekend, but when you're back, I will reclaim you as mine. Agreed?"

She started, "but anal is only for you..."

I put a finger over her lips to quiet her, "this is what I want in return for letting my wife go with her coworker boyfriend on an unsupervised weekend of sun and fun in the boonies. Can you do this?"

She thought a minute while looking down at the lube in her hands. "Okay."

"And whenever you're on his bike, you wear a helmet. But no 'helmet' for him when he's mounting you." She smiled at my lame joke.

She grabbed her phone and went off to the other room to call him with the news. A few minutes later she returned, "we'll leave early from work on Friday, so I'll take a small backpack with me to work in the morning with everything I need for the weekend."

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On Thursday night, she laid out everything she planned to take on the bed. Since the place is remote, she said a lot of clothes weren't really needed. Plus, she needed to pack light for the bike.

She decided to go with a southern redneck girl theme. She pulled out a couple of her skimpy crop tops, one vest to cover more if needed and some jean short shorts and a couple of bikini bottoms plus her cowgirl hat. Then she packed her cowgirl boots for the ride and boho sandals for the time up there. She added basic personal effects and threw them into a backpack.

"Don't forget the lube I gave you; you'll regret it later."

She smirked and said, "oh yeah".

I suspected she had forgot on purpose, "do you plan to ignore my deal and not give your ass to him?"

"Honeybun, this is a big deal for me. I don't like giving my ass up for just anybody."

"And I can still cancel this weekend, dear. Do you want me to do that?" I asked.

She looked up quickly, "please no, I already promised him this weekend at his cabin."

"And you promised me you'll give him your ass this weekend." I countered then added, "AND to send me proof of his cum leaking from your bum."

She sighed, "yes. But I worry he won't be gentle as you."

She was trying to stroke my ego.

"He hasn't hurt you in any other way, right?"

"No"

"Then you need to present him your naked lubed-up ass. You just need to guide him to be gentle, don't you?"

She sighed again. "I guess."

I took her hands in mine, "I want you to have fun, darling. And I know you will. But make good on my requests and there might be more times like this in the future."

I continued, "Will this be the first time you've ridden his Harley?"

"I took a short ride on his bike in the Spring, remember? But not this far."

I also remembered she had told me when she had been on Harley's years prior, the vibrations from the seat alone could cause her to orgasm.

I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her and whispered into her ear, "and wearing those short shorts on a Harley all those long miles won't be giving you reoccurring waves of pleasure?"

I could feel her grin on my neck, "maybe..."

I laughed, "you'll be worn out before you even get there!"

"I'm sure I'll find a way to get through it," she smirked.

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The next morning was a rush to get ready and with a quick kiss, she was gone to work with her morning Coke in hand. I could tell she was energized for the day.

I tried not to be nervous about letting my wife go for the weekend. I tried to focus on my work, but I had butterflies in my stomach most of the afternoon.

Early afternoon I got a message from her.

"Heading over to his place to change and prepare to go!"

A minute later my phone dinged again and it showed her in her business casual work clothes sitting in her car and sticking her tongue out at me.

I smiled.

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About 30 minutes later, another ding.

"How do I look?" followed by a picture of her wearing a short crop top, her jean short shorts, cowgirl boots and her light brown cowgirl hat. And a smile.

"Damn! You look hot babe!" I replied, "don't forget our deal... lots of selfies and give up that a**!!"

"I can't forget... one thing, he said the cell phone coverage is really bad out at his place. What do I do?"

"Damn that sucks! I'll tell you what, keep taking selfies and send them when you are in range again."

"Okay."

"Okay be safe. I'll worry about you until you're back home. Love you!"

"Love you too Hun. And thanks for agreeing to this."

"Yep. I hope I won't regret this later."

"You won't, I'll be extra good for him like you said, but when I'm back, I'm yours!"

I closed the conversation with a lip emoji.

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Another 30 minutes later and my phone dinged. It was a photo of her sitting on his Harley wearing the same outfit, one hand around his waist, the other stretched out with the phone. They looked to be sitting at a red light or something. She had on the helmet -- good girl -- with the visor up, her eyes smiling at me.

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After an hour, another pic of them at the entrance of a dirt road off the main road. He was unlocking the gate while she waited near the bike.

A message followed, "we're going into his property now. Still have signal."

I answered with, "did you cream your shorts during the ride?" and added a smile emoji.

It dinged. "Yes, I'm unable to resist tight shorts combined with STRONG low freq vibes."

And dinged again, "I didn't wear panties today either so these shorts smell... interesting." and she added a laugh emoji.

I replied, "oh my. Still horny?"

Ding. "We both are. I expect I'll be sending one of your photos soon to prove that after we arrive!"

"Awesome. Look forward to it."

I couldn't focus on work anymore, thinking about what they were probably doing. I packed up and headed home.

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I got home with no message. I tried to forget about it and busied myself with some chores around the house. When I finished, I grabbed a beer and sat down. I kept checking my phone but nothing. I began to wonder if their reception was shaky.

After almost two hours, there was a ding. Then another. Then another.

I scrambled for my phone.

"We're going to eat at a local biker bar. No signal at his place. Here's what's happened so far." She added a smiling heart eyes emoji.

The first photo was looking up at her creamy little cunny with cum dripping down her thighs. Damn. That was hot.

The next was her bare breasts, with cum sprayed into her cleavage and up to her neck. It was still dripping down. Damn.

Ding.

"You like?" she asked.

"Love it, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, very much. Came a couple times. That okay?"

"Of course, babe. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have agreed to let you go. I want you to cum as much as you want."

"Thanks. Talk l8r."

I went back to the photos she sent and jerked off to them, thinking how wonderfully naughty she was being for me.

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A short while later, a ding.

It was a picture of them parked outside a bar, standing next to his bike. She had her vest on over her T-shirt. The bar in the background was weathered wood with a small sign above the front door. From an angle it said "*unreadable* Jacks". His hand was cupping the butt of her jean shorts.

Yep, he's claimed her for the weekend. I wonder if she had told him yet that she was going to give him her ass. Probably not.

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A couple of hours later, another ding.

It was a picture of her vagina; her lips were dark red and swollen like she'd been ridden long and hard. There was a small ball of his cum nestled in-between her lips. Around her looked like a rundown stall in a bathroom.

I waited a minute but nothing else came.

I texted her, "Lol, you got busy at the bar?"

Ding.

"Heading back to his place."

I waited for more, but nothing.

I returned to the latest photo and again jerked off. I loved when her pussy looked like that.

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I waited for hours and nothing. I figured with no signal there, I wasn't going to get more messages tonight.

So, I went to bed but made sure to have my phone near me, just in case.

I awoke in the morning with a start. Sunlight streaming in the windows I grabbed my phone and checked for messages.

Nothing.

Damn.

This waiting was the hardest part.

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By late morning, I was trying hard to stay busy and think about other things. I think I mowed the lawn twice over. Letting my imagination run wild was not good for me. I definitely hadn't planned for this excruciating wait.

I was sitting down at the kitchen table working down a ham and cheese sandwich for a late lunch when my phone dinged. I jumped so violently. I knocked over my beer. I was able to rescue it without spilling too much but I did need to clean it up ... after I check messages.

"I used a bit of the anal lube ..." it began.

That was the whole message. My heart jumped. Did he fuck her ass?

Ding.

"...on my kitty so she doesn't get too sore from overuse."

Ding.

"Gotcha." She added a smile emoji.

I shook my head, that girl knows how to get me worked up.

Ding.

A picture in a dark room lit up by the flash. She wasn't holding the phone, she was holding her knees back with both hands, pulling them wide for him. I assume he was holding the phone, and, in the foreground, his thick dick planted deep inside her little cunny. Above that in the photo, looking through her legs at the camera, she was flushed and looked to be laboring hard. She must be close to coming.

Wow. That was hot.

Ding.

Another flash photo in a dark room. This one was of her on her elbows and knees from behind. He seemed to be holding the phone again. Her gorgeous ass dominated the top part of the frame. Between those familiar cheeks, her cute little butthole waited, and it appeared yet-to-be violated. But below that, cum was flowing freely from her pussy and dripping down to land on the bed. And between the inverted V of her legs, her boobs hung from her body and touched the bed.

Having him take the photos was a brilliant move since I got to see my beautiful wife in her raw post-coitus form.

Ding.

This photo was taken in morning daylight. She was on her hands and knees this time, looking back at the camera with a smile and shining eyes. Again, her gorgeous ass lay exposed, but this time one of his fingers was painting lube just inside her butthole. The tube of lube lay on the bed in-between her legs.

Oh shit, this is really it.

Ding.

Again, in the morning light, she was on her hands and knees, but this time his cock was in the frame, probing her back door, the crown of the head not quite inside.

Ding.

This time, his cock was halfway inside her ass. His shaft was very shiny from the lube while her butthole stretched around it.

Ding.

This shot angle was high up looking down. Her face was on a pillow turned to the side, her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth open. She looked like she was either screaming in pain or screaming in orgasm. Hard to tell really, I hoped for the later. He knelt behind her, his cock planted between her butt cheeks deep into her ass, one hand tightly controlling her hip.

Ding.

This was a close-up shot. Her anus, definitely violated this time, oozing white globs of cum down to her vaginal area, coating in and around the lips and continuing on to the bed.

That bed must be one huge wet spot by now.

I texted, "did you enjoy it? Did it hurt?"

Ding.

"yeah"

I cursed myself for asking conflicting questions.

Ding.

"...and no."

I replied, "so you were okay with it?"

Ding.

"yes"

"Good, I was worried."

Ding.

"thanks. We're taking a bit of a break to both recover. he's drained of cum and I'm full of it. lol. sit out on the porch for a while. Or at least try to sit. lol"

"I wish you were here. I'd kiss your tired body." I added a smiley emoji.

Ding.

"thanks, that'd be nice"

I sent back, "enjoy".