Tonight is my wife's first fun night this year. Her lover has arranged to meet her in York city centre and he has booked a hotel room saying she should meet him as soon as she can. They go out together quite regularly and sometimes I go with them but others I like to leave them to enjoy their fun with no gooseberry around to spoil the moment. This night I have taken her into town in the certain knowledge she will be naked with him before midnight. I have the pleasure of witnessing her dressing for her night out and her attention to turning her lover on. A thong and hold ups, short skirt and loose top ready for disposal at his whim, a sexy body, size twelve in a 5' 6" frame, nice full breasts topped by easily exciteable nipples, her pussy trimmed and clean and ready for a lot of attention. It is shortly past ten and I have had a text that they have run into one of his friends and have found some music playing in a pub. The next communication I get is her telling me that her lover's mate is quite funny and they are having a last drink before the hotel. My mind is instantly curious. Does this mean a threesome? I hardly dare ask in case I am disappointed but stay rivetted to the mobile for the next installment, my heart thumping madly as I conjure the possibilities, and the chance of her being well fucked by two cocks. My answer comes as a picture turns up via my mobile, taken by an obvious third parry, one like I love to take when I am in the presence of them as they get naked and enjoy each other's bodies, a rampant cock and a very juicy cunt both being pleasured by the other. I sit in a state of almost uncontrollable euphoria, here is my lovely wife with her body exposed and no doubt being used by two guys, only one of which I know. Luckily I know and trust him and have the certain knowledge that her enjoyment will be uppermost in his mind. I watch the clock moving round, I get the odd picture and see a different cock, circumcised and a reasonable length being kissed and sucked by my gorgeous wife's sexy mouth. The pictures were few and far between, but I got the idea that they were probably distracted from the idea of giving me a pictorial blow by blow account, merely hinting that the long in between parts were to be filled in by her when I picked her up. I watched some porn, picturing the escapades on the screen being replicated a few miles away in the centre of York, mentally I picture the hotel, the room, go through the door and see my wife impaled on a big cock while sucking the other. It is after four in the morning when I get the main text, 'pick me up at eight, they are giving me such a good time, sleep well' I have no choice but to finish myself off, shooting my load over my naked chest and taking a shower to clean up. My erection would not dissipate, I climbed into bed alive with the thoughts of her having a great night, laid in a king size bed between two naked men and enjoying their attentions for the next three or so hours. I arrived at just before eight and she emerged around twenty minutes later looking knackered but also very sexy, her smell exuded sex, she reeked of cum to be honest, but I was so pleased she had a good time, fucked by her men and leaving them sore. She was not untouched, saying she ached but felt great after all the attention and she was hoping for more. We got home and I added a further load to what was a very spunky cunt. I love her so very much