I told you of my wife meeting a new lover just around a week ago and then of a subsequent evening with him at his rather posh hotel in York. As agreed, they had a date for Saturday. Several conversations and a whole glut of text messages passed between them as arrangements were made. He had invited her to spend the night in his house near Leeds and he was sending a taxi for her. Liz told me he had requested her to wear stockings and suspenders despite the warm weather saying they were his absolute favourite. She had a dilemma over which clothes to wear, but this was taken care of when Richard suggested they meet at lunchtime instead and that he would love to take her shopping for some new clothes which they could both choose. Thus the taxi was called forward and at just after eleven thirty on Saturday last, Liz disappeared with a small suitcase filled with make up and toothbrush, razor and creams for her smooth body. I asked for a photograph of her chosen dress and if possible, her new underwear which she was keen to agree with. The house fell empty and Wimbledon beckoned as a diversion for the future hours. I heard nothing until around seven that evening, then two pictures emerged, the first of her posing in a bedroom (the bed was visible in the mirror behind her). New black thong and balcony bra and suspender belt to match holding up expensive looking stockings. The second bore her wearing a little black dress, not too tight, but a cocktail dress to be comfortable in or out of. I sent my congratulations on choice but got no reply, asking in a second text if there was any chance of a cream pie picture sometime that night. I wished them fun and found a glass of beer. I took the dog for a late night walk as I contemplated what my lovely wife might be getting up to, images of nudity and cock sucking sprung to mind. The night did not get any better when I saw a young couple snogging in a dark corner of the cricket field, her panties were round one ankle, my dog wanted to join them, as they were only just a few metres from me, but I managed to drag her off reluctantly, almost cursing my luck at the dog's ebullience, when stealth might have given me a grandstand view of the goings on. But that was not to be and I don't think we disturbed them sufficiently to stop their fun, at least I hope not. Back home, it was now the deepest dark it was due to get at this time of year, a yellow tinge hung across the sky and the warmth was cosy in a freshening wind. Beyond midnight I read stories on this site making the revelations even more real as I considered my wife impaled on her lover's cock, writhing and hopefully coming with great satisfaction. i thought how she would be sucking his cock and taking it deep inside her willing cunt, as he fucked her on his bed. My night remained frustrating with the continued silence which remained stubbornly mute until I felt a vibration near my ear as I lay in my bed. It roused me from sleep and had me fumbling with excitement and in a great rush to see for myself what my Liz was up to. The first picture of four had my cock bouncing as I saw my wife draped across his car (or a car) in a driveway in front of a house. She was just in her underwear and looking very sexy. The next picture was inside and I saw she was posing on a staircase, her thong gone as well as her bra. Breasts topped by her hard nipples picked out by the camera. The third picture was of her lying on a bed open legged and looking very hungry. The last picture was the cream pie shot I had asked for, she lay open legged with her lips open and oozing cream, which was evidently running down her bum cheek and making a wet patch on the sheet, a streak of come stained her suspender belt and finished on her pubic hair, the little that was there after a very close shave, just the slightest hint of dark hair on a very small strip, smaller than I usually give her when I do the honours, obviously Richard had a desire to trim her the way he liked. My text back was one of applause for the photographer and the model, hoping that their night was not as yet complete. A couple of extra flicks through the pictures and I pulled my wedding tackle a bit too much and made a mess of the sheets in my own way. This brought much needed sleep for the next five hours. I woke with the sun full up, a mess on my pubes and sticky fingers. A quick shower resolved this and after breakfast and dog walk, settled to some gardening as a diversion from the continuous torment of thinking of Liz and Richard grinding against each other, which no doubt they either were doing or had been doing since the arrival of my precious pictures which I downloaded and kept returning to the house for drinks and another look at them. It was early evening when I heard from her. They had spent all day naked together in his swimming pool. She was being taken to dinner and a last fuck session before a taxi was bringing her back, sometime after midnight. By now I was numb with waiting but had a look forward. I stayed up and waited for the door to open. When it eventually did I found a wife with a far off look on her face. I asked how good it had been and she sat on a sofa and said 'Exhausting but fun' I said the pictures were stunning and she said she had some more on her phone, passing it to me I downloaded as she watched and told me what they had been up to. It amounted to one hell of a shag fest the like of which we had not had since we were first married. The Saturday had passed after the shopping expedition and back to his to change, a quick fuck after their shower and the close shave for her pubes courtesy of his cutthroat razor, very carefully used, then a nice meal at a lovely restaurant then back to the main attraction, photos outside then in to him removing her thong and bra, up to the bedroom where he stripped and she sucked him almost to cumming and then received the same treatment on her pussy. He licked her to orgasm and then slowly pushed his cock deep inside her in missionary position which said was divine as his cock slowly went up her and as she was on a high from her orgasm, he soon took her to another, fucking her until he shot his come deep inside, but reserved some for the photo and she said the spasm which made the mess of her new suspender belt which she showed me was still wearing. I saw the stains and could not help running my fingers over her cunt, the thong missing. I asked where it was and she opened her case and showed the tiny black thong with a large stain in the gusset, the material was quite stiff with dried spunk. I stripped naked, my cock aching to enter her. She said she was a bit tender from the Sunday exertions, telling me they had fucked before breakfast and then after a rest, they went to his pool, an indoor swim pool around fifteen metres long and ten wide, beautifully tiled and very inviting, the windows were closed due to a couple of downpours, but the sex alongside the water was a really good experience. She said clothes were unnecessary and they remained naked until late afternoon when they showered again and changed for dinner, just a pub grub but well cooked and ample before going back to his and shagging in his conservatory, his final load of spunk was still inside her waiting for me to lick from her. Unfortunately most had dissipated but I still got the taste of salty come and I could see her lips were loose and her lips still puffy and obviously well used. I added my spunk to his and we cuddled close in the afterglow, I felt drained and she slept for hours after her normal wake up time. Over breakfast on the Monday morning she said he wanted to meet her again next week when he got back from a trip to a new site he was developing in Scotland. I gave her my blessing and she kissed me and said she was really happy with the arrangement and that Richard knew the score and was happy to be a part time lover