Originally Posted by rzgreen
So far, I've been able to tell you pretty well the text conversations, because I have them on my phone. My last update is where we chat and say goodnight. The conversation was long and rambling, and they were drunk.
So, I will have to paraphrase the conversation as I remember it. I was excited, they were "hyper". If the conversation seems short and unnatural, then that's just me trying to remember what was said. I'm not great at recalling verbatim the conversations I have. Unlike my wife, she seems to be able to recall what was said to the word!! A woman thing, probably!
It was pretty late by now. I’d had the occasional filthy text accompanied by a picture or two or three, mainly about stuff they were either up to or wanted to do. I also browsed porn, looked at the pictures they’d sent me, and rubbed my cock back hard several times.
My phone rang in the early hours of the morning, it was my wife. Hi, she said. I could hear the girls also shouting “Hiya” in the background, all giggling and laughing. My wife was laughing too. I could tell she was drunk. She went on about having the best time, how fucking wild it was, how I wouldn't believe what we have been up to. I told her she’d sent pictures, so I knew most of what they had been doing.
I can remember her telling her roommates that I knew, as if the secret was out of the bag. They all laughed and shouted out about what had been going on. My wife told me I was going to get a “proper fucking” when she got home. Then she said hang on, P wants to talk to you. Go on then, I said, feigning reluctance.
P: "Hi, Mr X."
Funnily enough she always calls me Mr, and my last name. Don’t know why.
P: "Your wife is fucking amazing, she’s mental.”
Me: ”Yeah I know, that’s why I married her, amongst other things.”
P: “She showed me what you do to her with your fingers"
Me: “What, stick them up her arse while I’m fucking her.” I laughed, knowing that’s probably not what she meant.
P: “No, you dick, when you make her gush”
Me: “Oh that.”
P: “She says you’re good at it”
Me: “Glad she likes it, luckily as I do it often”
P: “She did it to me too, nearly passed out I came so hard”
Me: “Glad you liked it, is it something your husband does?”
P: “No, and we’re separating, so he won’t get the chance.”
Me: “I see, sorry, that’s awkward, I didn’t know”
P: “It’s alright, he’s a dickhead, Ill tell you all about it another time”
Me: “Interesting, is that why you have just fucked my wife”
P: “Sort of”
We talked in a similar way for a few more minutes before being interrupted by my wife, she wanted to know if I was up for going out next weekend, with P and her together. The conversation went a bit like this:
Wife:"P wants to know if you and me will take her out next weekend, go into town and then stay over, all three of us."
Me: "Sure, why not, you mean stay in the same room?"
Wife: "Yeah, that's the plan, cuts down on the cost and means we can play"
There is an outbreak of laughter..
Me: "Sure, I'm not sure I can handle you both"
Wife: "You don't need to, I can handle you both"
We talked dirty and laughed a little longer, and she told me they were going to sleep, long drive tomorrow etc.. So that was that.
So I’m finishing this story on the afternoon before me, my wife and P will be going out, getting drunk, and saying over in a hotel. Together!
Over the last week, I’ve had all manner of conversations on text with my wife and P about what we’ll get up to. I’ve been instructed to pack my “purple pills”. P has sent me and my wife some pics of her and her soon-to-be ex-husband, and some of her just on her own. My wife hasn’t been able to leave me alone this week. All week she has been telling me what happened, the story I didn’t see because I was at the end of a phone just getting texts.
I’ve also had one pic sent direct to me from “L”, who watched the whole show, and says she didn’t get involved. I’ve had more from P and my wife, the ones they took of each other.
So, tonight is the night, and I can’t wait! My wife is out shopping for an outfit and then to the gym. I’ve told her to buy something short, as I want P to finger her in public. She said she can’t wait!
Wish me luck!
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