Hi. Part 2 of my stories about Priya - my sweet, curvaceous, caramel wife. Needless to say, the morning after is always sobering. Where we had great sex the night before, it was awkward when thinking in the morning about the pictures she had sent me. I felt a real need to know what had really happened when she’d gone to see her ex, Declan. Priya was sheepish and again said no sex or oral. I asked about her reapplication of lipstick. Eventually, she admitted that she had kissed Declan while wanking him off, and he had fingered her to a climax. I’m sure a number of you have had that sensation the first time it dawns on you that your wife, girlfriend or significant other has been intimate with someone else. I felt flush, and for a moment didn’t fully believe it ended there. Priya promised that’s as far as they went - reminding me that she never liked Declan, and her actions yesterday were driven to prove a point, rather than lust. The rest of the morning was quiet - it felt like she had cheated on me, and I could see the regret in her eyes too. Unfortunately we didn’t have too much time to try and work through it as she needed to collect our kids from her parents’ place. Before she left, she gave me an awkward kiss on the cheek, a ‘sorry’ and swift exit. What should have been a half hour round trip was much longer. She was at her parents, she FaceTimed me while there, saying she was staying for lunch and would be home in a few hours. I know Priya - this was her trying to avoid confrontation, and her needing time to sleep whatever she felt off. It gave me time too. My wife was feeling guilty - I felt rightly so. But I’d suddenly been absolved from the guilt of posting her picture online. I was in credit. I knew that I could make something out of what felt like a horrid scenario. I was turned on knowing she had wanked Declan off, and that he’d fingered her. I knew she wouldn’t want to do that again with him, nor would she hop into bed with someone else. Perhaps I could ask for anal? She couldn’t say no after the previous day. A range of thoughts passed my mind, until I thought about soft swapping. Or even the stage before - just having sex in the same room as another couple. It would give me the chance to show off my wife, she wouldn’t feel like she was being whored out, and it would add extra fire in the bedroom. The obvious issue was finding a couple who I’d be comfortable in a room with. While Priya was at her parents with the kids, I spent a productive 3 hours on the internet, signing up to a few dating sites in a mad pursuit to find someone. It wasn’t fly fishing, I was trawling a net through the ocean. Needless to say, all these sites are full of all sorts, time wasters being a significant chunk, and trying to filter through was arduous. As I started making progress, getting the hang of it and beginning to get a few meaningful conversations going, I messaged Priya and asked her to leave the kids for another night or two - saying we needed time together to work on our relationship. She was enthused in her response and grateful. I made contact with an older couple - Jason (48) and Lisa (45) - with me and Priya being 37 and 36 respectively I didn’t worry about the age gap, and felt more assured knowing that mature couples are generally more grounded individuals. I didn’t have to worry about a young couple looking for more notches on the bedpost or some sort of social media posting of the event. Jason and Lisa weren’t far from us - say 40 minutes by car, and I committed to being free that same evening to meet at our local pub. I promised a free house if we all got along. I thought ‘sod it’. Had I not said I’d meet them that night, there’d be every chance that even I’d have second thoughts after talking to Priya. When Priya came in she was sheepish and I could still see anguish in her face. I gave her a kiss and a hug - which immediately helped her. I then asked her to get changed before we have a date night. Her face lit up. While she changed, I shaved, showered - despite knowing I wouldn’t be having sex with anyone else, I still wanted to look good naked. Priya looked good when she came down. Obviously having made an effort for me - she was in a jumpsuit, and it made her look so fuckable. The curves. Her breasts were filling her outfit comfortably, and bright red lipstick was her attempt to look as alluring as she could. My woman was horny. I could see there was no panty lines as she walked up to me. She really was keen to make up for the previous night. I got a text off of Jason just before we were leaving - he’d sent a selfie too - Lisa looked like sex on legs. She had skintight jeans on with a blouse top. She was certainly taller than Priya, and looked a wholesome woman. My type. But tonight I just wanted to fuck my wife in the same room as another couple. I reminded Jason of that and was sent a thumbs up. Then a picture of his cock. A thick, white cock. I didn’t know what to make of him sending it. It wasn’t bigger than mine, but it reminded me of Declan’s that I’d seen on my phone the previous night. We left and went to the pub. We were there first, and I ensured priya had a steady flow of drinks before Jason and Lisa arrived. Those nerves. Again. How would my wife react to knowing what I’d arranged behind her back? My jitters only increased when I saw Jason and Lisa walk over to the bar, and a wry smile on his face as he looked over at me and Priya at a table. Priya’s back was to the bar, and I know he was eyeballing her. All the while I kept glancing at Lisa.