Yes, she loves trips

I’m already showered and dressed by the time Monica stumbles out of Joey’s bedroom. Her brunette hair is a wild mess. She hadn’t wiped her makeup off last night. Her mascara and eyeliner streak black beneath her eyes. She’s wearing an oversized men’s button down shirt (obviously Joey’s.). Her legs are bare, and I’m not sure if she’s wearing anything underneath.

She sees me, and groans, “Coffee.” I grab her a cup while she uses the bathroom. After he comes out, she plops onto the couch. The brief flash of her bare pussy confirms that she’s naked underneath.

My wife sips her coffee and looks around. She sees that the living room is empty, and asks, “Where’s Rachel?”

“They left already. They needed to get back home,” I explained. “Did you have fun with Joey?”

“A lot of fun actually. He really dropped his asshole persona when we were alone. He was actually sweet and ****,” she says, avoiding the details of the sex. I was too curious not to ask.

“How was the sex?”

She smiles, “You sure you want to know?”

“Yeah. You’re my wife. We need to be open about everything,” I say.

“Good point,” Monica says. “Well you’re still the best sex I’ve ever had so you don’t need to worry about that. But...Joey and his really big penis were quite the experience. It felt very different inside of me.” Her brown eyes connected with mine. “You’re sure you want to hear this?”

“How did it feel?”

“Amazing,” she chuckles. “The curve of his penis had the prominent ridge of his mushroom head rubbing the perfect spot. I came so freaking hard, over and over just from penetration. Like seriously it was non-stop orgasming.”

“Wow,” I say. I check myself, and I’m not even jealous. I’m glad my wife had a good night of sex. I’m glad Joey wasn’t just a huge asshole. “How come it wasn’t the best sex of your life?”

“He was such a baby about going down on me! I almost had to beg, and then he gave minimal effort. The foreplay was very poor.”

“Luckily his big cock made up for me.”

Monica blushed at her husband talking about another man pleasing her. She asked, “How was sex with Rachel?”

The question I’ve been waiting for. The question I’ve been preparing to answer. All my preparation goes out the door though, and I tell her the truth.

“I think I’m in lust with Rachel. Physically we connected perfectly. We even cuddle after sex.”

“You never cuddle after sex!” Monica gasps. “You must really like her. Should I be worried?”

“No. I love you. We’re married. I’m just admitting that I had A LOT of fun with Rachel. Like Joey she was much different behind closed doors.”

“Was she a freak?” My wife asks, smiling.

“Not as much as you but a little bit,” I answered.

“That’s right. No one is as big of a slut for you as me,” Monica says, and kisses me. Her breathe is nasty, her lips still probably crusted with Joey’s semen, but I kiss her back deeply. “I’m glad my man had fun. I’m sorry this last year has been so tough, but I think my body is recovered. We’ll get back to our wild sexual ways.”

“Speaking of that,” I say. “Rachel invited us to go to a gala. We can stay at their house. No kids.”

“Oooh I love the thought of another night with no kids,” she coos. “Are you thinking of another swap?”

“If you’re down for it.”

“Sure,” my wife shrugs, “Ross is hot, and I’m very interested in his oral skills after hearing his wife’s story.”

I have the best wife. Our rough patch is over. Time to get back to our wild, crazy sex life.