Wifes Futa Lover

My secret wish finally came true. After over a year of softcore porn, verbal role play, encouragement, and some rather disappointing one-time encounters, my beautiful wife told me, over a very rare, lengthy blowjob, that she met someone on a site she wouldn't reveal and wanted to meet in real life. Helpless in her grasp, looking down at her eager eyes, I nodded and said something about taking time to set it up correctly and safely. She made a noncommittal murmur with my cock in the back of her throat.

That weekend we had scheduled a hotel stay in the next city over to spend the day with friends. I always enjoy summertime outings with my wife. She wore a delectable sundress that set off her long red hair, plunged between her wonderful breasts, each more than a double handful for my smaller than average hands, and clung to her incredibly curvy volleyball player's thighs and ass. I would never tell her this because she doesn't like it, but when the wind blew the dress also clung to her little bit of extra tummy that I alternately enjoy grabbing or watching bounce when she rides me. Normally I would be focusing on everyone's reactions to this curvaceous angel among them, but all I could think about was who she was texting all day. Our friends noticed it as well.

That night we had the requisite wonderful hotel sex. I asked twice if there were new developments with her admirer, but she said they were still in the planning phase. I went to bed satisfied that my capable thick cock had done its job and would be called upon again in the morning. I've always been proud of my large cock compared to being smaller than average elsewhere. It's always a nice surprise and guaranteed sex when I could get naked with a girl. When I woke up, my wife was nearly hanging off the bed in her sleep, and strangely the blanket at the end of the bed was now spread across the couch. Realizing she probably didn't sleep well, I masturbated in the shower, spraying thick ropes across the shower wall at the thought of her soon-to-be lover, and woke her up for her shower. That's when she left her phone on the bed, blinking. After a brief war with myself, I swiped it and saw a message from Macy. I opened it.

"Mmm, I can't wait."

I scroll up.

"I want it. Immediately."

What does she want?

"I'm going to cum inside you. And I cum more than anyone you've ever met or heard of."

What? It took me years of dating and then marriage to earn that privilege. I am immediately jealous. I look down and there is a large spot of precum spreading across my boxer briefs. I precum excessively when turned on; to the point of apologizing to girls about everything being wet the first time we take our clothes off. I go to change underwear and try to think about something else to calm my rapidly hardening cock, increasing bursts of clear precum spurting out with each twitch and new thought of what those messages mean. I give up and quickly jerk off and cum harder and more than before, despite only a minute of stimulation. I clean up with a hand towel and toss it into the corner just as she gets out of the shower.