hotwifetales: “Honey, I wish you would come,” Robyn urged her husband.  "I

hotwifetales: “Honey, I wish you would come,” Robyn urged her husband.  "It’s a big deal.  Everyone’s spouses are going to be there.  My company rented almost the entire hotel!“ “I’d love to go,” Greg lied, “but I’m so tied up at work with my own year-end stuff.”  He wanted to support his wife and her new job, but the last thing he needed right now was another distraction.  Besides, Robyn’s company year-end retreat didn’t sound all that much fun.  They were renting some stuffy hotel in the city and were planning on being cooped up all Friday and Saturday in “team building exercises.”  Greg shivered at the thought. “Okay,” Robyn said, “but you’re gonna miss out.”  She finished getting dressed and left her husband to his work.  An hour or so later, she stopped to say good bye.  "I’ll see you Sunday afternoon,“ see reminded him. "Wait…that’s what you’re wearing?”  Greg’s eyes ravaged his wife’s petite little frame.  She was wearing a tight geometric top that barely contained her breasts, an even tighter black skirt, and the knee-high leather boots that she wore for their “special” nights together.  She was also wearing the sterling silver necklace and bracelet he had bought her for Christmas. “Yeah, why?  I told you the first night was a cocktail party at the hotel nightclub.  Erin said everyone would be dressed ‘a little slutty,’ to use her words.”  Erin was Robyn’s best friend at her new job.  She saw her husband attempting to process what Erin might look like if she was going dressed ‘slutty.’  "Are you sure you don’t want to come,“ Robyn asked again.  "It’ll be fun.” He had to think about it for a minute or two before declining again.  "Nah, I can’t.  Have fun, though.“ A few hours later, Robyn started drunk texting her husband.  At first, it was just texts, teasing him about how all the guys were hitting on her and Erin.  Then she sent a picture of Erin on the dance floor.  She was wearing a flattering white top and a short, flowing black skirt.  She was twirling as Robyn took the shot and you could see her naked ass as she spun.   About half an hour later (after Greg had already jerked off to the one photo of Erin), Robyn sent another text.  "Heading to bed, honey,” she wrote, “don’t wait up.”  A few seconds later, he received a photo of his wife and Erin both flashing their naked pussies at the camera. Greg jerked off again, but after he came, he started to wonder who took the photo of his wife and her friend’s naked pussy.  He called his wife’s phone, but there was no answer.  He tried again, then again.  Finally, Robyn answered.   “Mmm, Yes?!?” she sounded a bit harried. “What is it?”   Greg could hear some background noises, but he couldn’t make anything out.  "Uh, I was just wondering who took that photo of you two,“ Greg said, trying to sound more excited than jealous.   "Oh!” She chuckled.  It sounded like she was eating.  "That was Dan, Erin’s husband.  Mmmm–oh god!“  A rustling noise came over the line.  "Sorry dear, just dropped the phone.  I’m kind of busy at the moment.” “Are you eating something?” Greg asked. “Uh, yeah, kind oooof…oh shit!” It sounded as if Robyn had dropped the phone again.   Greg heard his wife saying something, it sounded like she was enjoying her food.  He then heard Erin, who sounded further away, ask Robyn “Do you like that?  It tastes so good.  How about Dan’s?”  The phone rustled again and then Erin seemed to be apologizing “Sorry, I’ll be quiet,” she said.  Greg could still hear her moaning as she returned to whatever she was eating. “Uhm…oh god, honey, I’ve gotta go.  Everything ooooohhh…everything okay?” she stammered. “Yeah, sure.  Have fun.” “Mmmmmrrrgh,” she mumbled, apparently with her mouth full of something delicious. Greg tried her again later, but there was no answer.  She called him in the morning to see if he needed anything.  Again, he heard Erin and her husband in the background.  "Oh, we’re just finishing breakfast,“ she explained. "Really?  I wouldn’t think you’d be out of bed this early,” he looked at the clock.  It was only 7:00 a.m.   “Yeah, big day.  Lots of events on the agenda,” Robyn said.  "Tttteam bbbuilding,“ she stuttered, suddenly sounding breathless. "Are you okay?  You sound like you’re out of breath.” “Yyyeah.  Umm hmm.  Just doing a little cardio.  Tttaking the ssttttairs…” Robyn said.  Greg swore he could hear Erin laughing in the background, along with a slapping sound.  "Annnnnyway, I’ve got to goooooh god.  Talk later…shit,“ she added before the line went dead. Greg didn’t hear from his wife during that day or Saturday night.  The next time he heard from her was late Sunday afternoon.  She came home looking exhausted.  "I’m just gonna take a shower and go to bed,” she told him. He was a little disappointed that she was too tired for sex, but he was glad to see she didn’t seem to have too much fun without him.  Of course, she told him the next day that Erin and her husband invited her for a weekend getaway in the mountains.  Sadly, he couldn’t make it, but Robyn was excited to go on her own.  -- source link

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