Chapter 2
As I waited at home anxiously, my phone finally buzzed with a notification. I eagerly grabbed it, seeing that Lindsey had sent me several photos and a video from the private plane. My heart raced with anticipation as I opened the first image.
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There stood my gorgeous wife in her sexy black lingerie and heels, posing seductively next to Emily who was dressed similarly. Surrounding them were five distinguished older men in expensive suits, all grinning with lustful gazes fixed on the two scantily clad beauties. My cock immediately began to stir at the sight.
Swiping to the next photo, I let out an audible gasp. It showed Lindsey on her knees before one of the men, his large cock disappearing into her eager mouth as she serviced him. I could practically hear her slurping and moaning in my mind. My hand drifted down to grip my own hardening shaft.
The following photos only heightened my arousal. One displayed Emily on all fours, one of the handsome older gentlemen fucking her from behind while she enthusiastically sucked off another man's impressive member. I imagined the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Emily's muffled moans around the cock stuffed down her throat.
Another image had me groaning in desperate need – my lovely wife, on her knees again, this time sucking two massive 7-8 inch cocks at once. Her eyes were glazed over with pure ecstasy as she alternated between the two impressive rods, coating them in her saliva. I stroked my own aching erection faster, picturing her skilled mouth worshipping those magnificent dicks.
But the video was what sent me over the edge. On screen, Lindsey remained on her knees, her makeup smeared deliciously from her hard work pleasuring the men. The same two cocks she had been blowing were now jerking off over her face. With a lewd grunt, the first man erupted, painting her lips and chin with his thick load. Lindsey held her mouth open, catching every drop on her tongue. The second man followed suit, adding his own copious cum to the mix.
Lindsey looked directly into the camera, a wicked glint in her eye. With a sultry smirk, she held the combined cum in her mouth, making a big show of it pooled on her tongue. Then, she tipped her head back and swallowed it down, smacking her lips with a satisfied moan.
Then with a naughty smile curling her cum-drenched lips. "Poor cucky," she cooed. "Look at all this yummy cum I got to swallow. Too bad you weren't here to add yours too. "Don't you wish you could cum in my mouth too, and I'd swallow it all for you?" The video faded out with the sound of all of them laughing loudly.
Humiliation and arousal battled in me until I couldn't hold back, I started fisting my cock furiously as I replayed the video over and over. I came hard, picturing my wife's talented mouth bringing those rich cocks to orgasm again and again. Over the next two hours, I must've jerked off two more times watching that video.
An hour later, my phone dinged with a new text from Lindsey. "Arrived at the resort. It's a luxury lifestyle resort for swingers," the message read.
"Getting ready for dinner out and dancing."
A smug grin spread across my face. My sexy wife was already knee-deep into her fantasy trip, and she'd only just arrived. I pictured her and Emily surrounded by luxury – plush beds, marble bathrooms, and no doubt plenty of expensive liquor to loosen them up before their night out.
I imagined the men leering at them hungrily as they primped and preened, making themselves look like the high-class whores they were. No doubt there would be dresses with scandalously high slits, tops with plunging necklines, and sky-high heels to accentuate their asses.
As I lost myself in thought, my hand drifted down to my crotch once again. I was already hard at the notion of my wife heading out for a night of adventure. I stroked myself slowly.
Lindsey and Emily on the dance floor, grinding against the distinguished older men to the pulsing beat of the music. The guys' hands roaming freely over their barely-clad bodies, groping and squeezing. Lindsey's lips finding theirs in deep, passionate kisses, giving them a preview of what her mouth could do later.
I pictured them leaving the club, the men leading my wife and her friend back to the resort. The elevator ride up would be a flurry of groping and making out, the sexual tension building to a fever pitch. Once inside the opulent suite, clothes would be discarded in a frenzy, revealing tanned skin and rock-hard cocks.
My fist pumped my shaft faster as I envisioned Lindsey and Emily dropping to their knees, worshipping those impressive members with their skilled mouths. The moans, the slurping, the begging for more – I could hear it all in my head.
I came with a low groan, spurting my seed all over my hand as I imagined my wife being used in every way possible by those wealthy, hung men. As I caught my breath, I couldn't wait for the photos and videos she was sure to send later. This was going to be one hell of a trip for her, and I intended to live vicariously through every sordid detail.