Extra special marital time

Because of your after work meeting with Kali, you arrive home a little later than usual, so your wife is already home and has dinner almost completely made. She greets you with a smile and you give her a kiss on the cheek. When she asks how your day went you lie and tell her that it was good without mentioning the blackmailing your best friend's girlfriend into giving you a blow job in a coffee shop.

She puts out food and you eat dinner together, while talking about her work day, which also went well again. After dinner, you wash the dishes since your wife cooked, then join her on the couch where she's flipping through channels. She stifles a yawn with the back of her hand as you sit next to her.

There doesn't seem to be anything worth watching, and even though you got a blow job earlier, you're feeling horny. Or maybe because you got your dick sucked by a woman that wasn't your wife, you feel invigorated, but now you want more than a blowjob. So you put your arm around your wife and snuggle in close to her. Your hand rests on her leg, and when she doesn't protest, you begin to slide it upwards, dipping towards her inner thigh.

"Mmm, that tickles," she breathes.

"Is that so?" you tease her before kissing her neck. "Because I'm not trying to make you laugh."

"Oh?" She turns her head and meets your lips with hers. "And what are you trying to do, hm?"

"I'm trying to engage in some extra special marital time," you whisper as you slide your hand under her skirt, your fingertips trailing her inner thigh until you feel the humid heat radiating from her pussy. "Otherwise known as fucking."

"Mmmm," she moans as your fingers briefly brush against the gusset of her panties, until a yawn interrupts her yawn and she reaches down to hold your arm, keeping you from progressing any further. "Sorry, honey, I'm really tired. Do you mind if we make a raincheck?"

"Of course not," you say, being understanding despite the growing hard on inside your pants.

"Thanks. I'll make it up to you soon."

She kisses you and heads upstairs to get ready for bed. You think about her words and console yourself with the fact that the wait will be worth it, when you're living the dream of having a threesome with your wife and your best friend's hot, young girlfriend.

Thinking about Kali, you consider asking her for some hot pictures that you can use to jerk off to. But, that would mean texting her, and you're not going to make the same mistake that she made by giving her evidence to use against you. You're going to have to think of some way to circumvent that soon, but that's a problem for another time. Right now you have to take care of your throbbing dick.

You boot up your laptop and take it into the downstairs bathroom, along with some headphones. After a little searching, you find a hot threesome porno with a blonde and brunette taking turns getting fucked. You watch it, thinking about your future and cum pretty quickly.

In your post nut clarity, you come to a solution of how text Kali. You simply need a burner phone. It's untraceable, and disposable, so even if Kali tries to link it back to you, it'll be your word against hers, and the identifiable texts you have in her name, will make her look like the one telling lies to get back at you. It's too late to get one now, so you resolve to buy a burner phone tomorrow, and head to bed.