This will be a continuation of reunion revelation with the same characters. After the last story ends I (justin) am going out of town for a work trip and Ashley hooks up with Hunter again without telling me she is going to do so until right before. I just tell her to not do anything with him that she hasn't done before with him when they were dating in highschool. She texts me pictures and videos during their meetup that show them having sex. But this time he does anal with her (which she never let me do) and it turns out they had done that when they were dating. She calls me to tell me all the details and worries if I am mad but I am not. After the call she send me a video that Hunter had saved of him having anal with her when they were dating or in college (you pick). When I get home the next night from my trip she isn't home and says she is out shopping. I am in bed when she gets home and she says she has to show me something but she is nervous that I can't handle it. I say I can and want to see it. It turns out it is a video of Hunter taking her virginity while they were dating. They are in a cabin of a boat, no condom, she has cheetah print underwear, he cums inside her, very intimate (very detailed). She says this is the reason I had to wear a condom till we were married because she had to take a plan B after this and got on birth control. After we watch the video we have sex and that when she tells me she had sex with Hunter while she was out and has cum inside her. She talks very dirty and says she can barely feel me and says its hard to make it as good as when she is with him/lost her virginity.

Chapter 1: Warning Light

The hotel room was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant murmur of traffic from the street below. Justin sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his phone glowing in the dim light. His fingers hovered over the screen, hesitating before he typed out his reply.

**Ashley:** *I’m about to head out. Hunter invite me over.*

Three dots appeared, then vanished. He exhaled, his chest tight. This was different. No questions, no *Is it okay?*—just a statement. A fact. His wife, was going to meet another man.

His thumb hovered over the screen, his pulse thudding in his throat. He should say something.

Anything. But his fingers refused to move. The screen blurred as his vision swam, his stomach twisting. He had wanted this, hadn’t he? It had long been a fantasy off him and watching them secretly last time was hot. But part of him felt like things were spiraling out of control.

Then his phone buzzed again.

**Ashley:** *You should see what I’m wearing.*

A photo appeared—Ashley’s legs, smooth and toned, crossed at the knee. The fabric of her dress rode up, revealing the lacy trim of her panties. But there was something *off* about them. A gap.

A deliberate, teasing slit where there should have been fabric. The crotchless panties were sheer, barely there, the delicate lace hugging the curves of her hips before leaving her pussy completely exposed. Justin’s breath hitched. His cock twitched against his boxers, betraying him. He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the phone.

**Justin:** *Fuck, Ash.*

Three dots appeared, then vanished. Then another message.

**Ashley:** *You like?*

His throat was dry. He should say no. He should tell her to stop. But the words wouldn’t come.

His cock was already hardening, pressing against the fabric of his boxers, the tip already slick with pre-cum. He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he typed out a response.

**Justin:** *You look so fucking hot.*

The dots appeared instantly, and his stomach twisted. He didn’t know if he wanted to see what she’d say next or if he wanted to throw his phone across the room.

His cock was already straining against his boxers, his pulse hammering in his ears.

The screen lit up again, and another photo appeared—Ashley’s hand between her thighs, fingers teasing the bare lips of her pussy, glistening with her arousal. The crotchless panties were barely visible now, the lace barely covering anything. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening around the phone.

**Ashley:** *I’m so wet for him. I can’t wait to feel him inside me.*

Justin’s stomach twisted. He should stop this. But his cock was throbbing, his mind racing with images of her—her legs spread, her pussy dripping, another man’s hands on her. His fingers flew over the screen, his response automatic.

**Justin:** *Fuck, baby. Show me more.*

The dots appeared, then vanished. Then another photo—Ashley’s fingers spread her pussy lips, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal. His cock throbbed painfully in his boxers, pre-cum already staining the fabric.*

Justin’s breath hitched. But his cock was already straining against his boxers, his pulse hammering in his ears.

His fingers trembled as he typed out a response, his mind racing with images of her—her legs spread, her pussy dripping, another man’s hands on her.

**Justin** *Just don't do anything you didn't do in high school*

He figured that should keep things from getting too wild . He didn't want her to go too far. He didn't want to lose her.

But he also couldn't deny the way his cock throbbed in his boxers, the way his heart raced at the thought of her with another man. He wanted to see it. He wanted to know what she was doing, who she was with, how far she was going to go.

He was a fucking mess. What sort of man WANTS his wife to fuck others? Yet he couldn't deny it he was the one that had started all this.

He was the one that had suggested it. He was the one that had encouraged her to explore her desires. It was his fantasy that he had brought up before her reunion. He was the one that had told her it was okay.

And now he was the one that was sitting in a hotel room, his cock hard as fuck, his mind racing with images of his wife with her ex.