My husband and I have been married for 10 years and run a successful business. However, I’ve found working with my spouse can sometimes put a damper on our sex life. I travel often to attend trade shows, while Jim stays in town dealing with the day-to-day operations. We definitely love each other, and we don’t want to split up. But we both have needs. So for a few years now, we’ve had an agreement. We’re each allowed to safely and discreetly scratch our itches. Neither one of us is particularly jealous. I know Jim has enjoyed a few one-night stands and has some galpals stashed her and there, and I’ve also had some extramarital fun on the road — with men and women.

Jim generally keeps his business to himself. But I can’t help wondering who he’s nailed. I recently snooped a little and was handsomely rewarded, and our entire marriage definitely changed for the better.

While Jim showered after a recent run, his phone buzzed with a new notification. He doesn’t lock his device with a passcode, so there was nothing keeping me from seeing the nude selfie sent to him by a beautiful blonde named Amanda.

She was a bombshell with an hourglass figure, blue eyes, creamy skin and pouty lips. Her thick hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and the shade matched the little patch of fuzz covering her mound. But her hefty tits were showstoppers, luscious mounds of flesh topped with perfect pink nipples.

I wasn’t jealous — I was envious. I wanted Amanda for myself. So, I did what any horny, covetous wife might do. I copied her number and sent her a partially nude selfie with the message: “Hi Amanda. It’s Jessica.”

I’m a slender former ballerina with small breasts and very sensitive nipples. When I turned 42, I had a YOLO moment and got my clit hood pierced with a custom diamond and emerald bar that Jim helped me design. I know I’m an older chick, but I also know I’m hot.

Not even a minute passed before Amanda’s reply came. Her response was littered with flame and heart emojis: “OMG you’re Jessica — as in Jim’s wife!? Where have you been hiding?”

I typed back a playful reply: “Wanna find out? Call me.”

I won’t bore you with too many details, but all it took was a five-minute phone call to confirm our spark and strike an instant connection. Amanda worked for a local theater, and apparently the pictures of ballerinas plastered all over the office walls made her pussy wet. She told me she’s fantasized nonstop about screwing a dancer. She also confessed after she’d met Jim and he’d mentioned my past profession, I’d begun to occupy her fantasies, too. Even though she had no idea what I looked like!

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been with a woman,” Amanda admitted. “Maybe you can show me some new moves?”

“That sounds incredible. I’ll meet you in a half hour.”

Giddy with anticipation — and definitely excited by the taboo of bedding my husband’s play partner — I threw on a black slip dress and heels and put my hair in a bun.

I scribbled down a note for my husband, instructing him to stay put — and to regularly check his phone.

Amanda was even more beautiful in person. I spotted her right away at the bar. She was sitting with her legs crossed, and her skirt’s hemline sat high on her thighs. Her sleeveless keyhole top showed off her shoulders and hinted at her ample cleavage without revealing all of her charms at once. She smiled and waved me over as soon as we made eye contact.

I felt an immediate rush of electricity and arousal. Amanda stood and embraced me warmly, and the sensual aroma of her ylang-ylang and vanilla perfume gave me a special thrill.

“I’m so glad we met.” Amanda beamed at me. “I can’t believe Jim held out on me.”

“He’s probably afraid I’d steal you away, which I might!”

We both laughed merrily.

“So, do you want to relax with some drinks or head right to my place?” Amanda asked.

“Your place sounds great. Besides, while we have our fun, I plan on tormenting Jim a little.”

“Sounds positively wicked. I think I like you Ms. Jessica!”

We headed uptown to Amanda’s apartment. Before she even had her key in the door, we were making out and I was feeling her up. As soon as we stepped inside, her top came off. I felt an immediate rush as I took in the sight of her bountiful breasts.

“All natural, I can tell,” I said as I gently squeezed her orbs.

“The real double-D deal, honey.”

We headed to her bedroom. I took my time licking and sucking her nipples as I gradually worked my way down her body. I reached around and unzipped her skirt, slipping it off to reveal her sheer red thong. I could see her pussy through the thin nylon and said, “Oh my, what do we have here?”

“You’ll have to take them off to find out. But first, wanna send your husband a selfie with my pussy?”

“Oh you’re so bad! I love it.”

Amanda handed me her phone, and I struck a pose with my tongue extended toward her crotch.

After we sent the pic, I helped her out of her panties. I stroked her slit, and she opened up like a flower. Squatting before her, I dove between her thighs, letting my tongue finally reach her clit.

Amanda shuddered and whispered, “Maybe we should move to the bed.”

I followed her lead. Once we were on the mattress, I resumed eating Amanda. Meanwhile, both of our phones were vibrating with text alerts — no doubt from my husband.

Amanda moaned softly as I finger-fucked her and tongued her clit. She tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough. She couldn’t either and bucked against my face until she came hard and fast with an extra gush of girl juice.

I licked my fingers clean and asked, “Time for another picture?”

Amanda caught her breath and replied, “Not just yet.” She sat up, pulled me close for a kiss and stripped me.

“Mmm, my beautiful ballerina.” Amanda cupped my breasts, letting her nails lightly graze my stiff nipples. I gasped, jolted by her pleasurable assault on my little buds. “Too much?” she asked.

“Mmm, no. Just right, baby.”

After she teased my breasts, Amanda kissed her way down to my navel. She paused when she reached my visibly soaked undies. She inhaled sharply as if savoring the scent of my arousal, then she teased me more by kissing and licking my inner thighs. When I thought I’d go out of my mind, she stroked my panty-covered pussy and said, “Let’s get rid of these and take another picture.”

I held her phone while Amanda took off my panties and nuzzled my mound. I documented the whole process and sent the photos to my poor, horny husband.

Amanda spread my outer lips with her fingers, admiring my cunt. As she casually flicked my clit with her fingertip, she said, “So, tell me, ballerina, how flexible are you?”

I answered by putting my legs over my head, giving her complete access to every inch of pink.

“Hot damn! That works for me.”

Amanda slid two fingers into my dripping cunt and attacked my clitoris with her nimble tongue. She tickled my pierced hood, and I could definitely tell she had experience pleasing another gal.

She trapped my clit between her fingers and worked her tongue up and down the swollen bud. She probed and penetrated every nook and cranny of my pussy. She was unrelenting — and I loved it!

The wicked minx kept me guessing by mixing things up. She teased the entrance of my pussy with her tongue and stroked my clit with her fingers. I bucked my hips wildly and told her, “Oh, don’t stop!”

Amanda soon had me coming, but that orgasm was just one of many she’d give me that night.

As I lay there reeling in the aftermath of my orgasm, she pulled her fingers out of me and had me lick my own juices off her digits. We kissed again, and I started to work my way down her body. But Amanda stopped me and said, “Here, let’s try this.”

She held up her phone and got a snapshot of our intertwined bodies.

“We need a caption,” I said.

“How about this: ‘Jim, what should I do to your naughty wife next?’”

I told her that was perfect, and she sent the message to my husband.

The responses came flooding in: “OMG. You two are so fucking hot. Can I come join you?”

My husband was desperate to play with us. But we weren’t ready for that yet.

Amanda had us position ourselves in a 69 with me on top. My ass and pussy were once more available to her. As I darted my tongue between her pussy lips, I felt her fingers exploring me again. I tried to focus on getting into a rhythm of sucking and lapping at her clit, but Amanda was driving me crazy. Her tongue quickly darted from my clit to my asshole and back again. I quivered and moaned into her cunt, trying to give her some pleasure as I lost my composure entirely.

“Let me show him your wet-ass pussy.” Later I’d learn she took a snapshot of my open cunt perched above her knockout knockers. Next, I felt her fingers sliding into both of my holes, and the sensations took me to a whole new level.

My primal urges took over. I reared back against her fingers, ramming them deep inside me. Being impaled like that triggered yet another climax, and my cunt and ass rhythmically contracted around her fingers.

Afterward, we decided to move our fun to the tub.

“One more picture?” I suggested.

“Sure.”

Amanda grinned as I captured her wet tits pressed up against mine in the bath.

More texts flooded in from Jim: “Oh come on, you two! You’re killing me! Please let me join?”

Amanda texted him, “Come on over. I’ve warmed up your wife for you.”

Jim made it to her place in record time, and he joined us for another round in the bedroom.

Now, we both enjoy Amanda’s company, and it’s made our love life better than ever!