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It had been hours since my phone had buzzed, two conversations suddenly cut short. My wife and best friend had both stopped texting back around the same time. The standing rule was for nothing to "happen" without me around, but after an hour and a half of wondering at work, I knew better. The image of her getting fingered on our couch, moaning another man's name, creeped into my head, and I felt the bulge in my pants start to shift. I did my best to shake it and get back to work. Bzzzt. I took my phone out of my pocket and saw my wife's name. Excitedly, I opened her text, only to see - ;) Another 2 hours past. When conversations continued (yes, with both of them around the same time), I decided not to bring it up. It was either going to make it awkward for the rest of my work day, or make me uncontrollably horny. Just two more hours, then I could see her, kiss her, and decide what her morning was really like. On my way home, I told her to make an appointment to go get her nails done this afternoon. She hadn't gotten them done for months, but I knew it was in the back of her mind lately. She'd had a threesome with me and my best friend, with the potential of another one this weekend, and she's taken my advice and hooked up with her ex two weeks ago. The idea of having three different dicks in her hands within a month was begging for a new set of nails, and she knew it. When I got home, the kiss was quick, as he hurriedly grabbed her keys, her purse... I watched her reach for a hair tie and wrap it around her wrist. She grabbed a deck of cards we'd put on the counter and tossed it in her purse. Suddenly, my heart was racing. Her phone buzzed, and she grabbed it faster than usual. "I've got to go," she said. She leaned in to quickly kiss me again, and told me she'd be back. "Hah, that text was your reminder, huh?" My question was clearly fishing for mischief. "Kind of," she replied as she walked toward the front door. "I told Angie I'd call her, and she was asking if now was a good time!" But as the door slammed shut, I knew not to expect her for an extra hour or two. There was only one reason my wife needed a hair tie. That text wasn't her best friend. Mine, maybe, but not hers. And that deck of cards had been our latest storage space for condoms while we were out in public. She'd had this afternoon's game all worked out in her head - she simply wasn't going to tell her husband until later. She knew he'd seen her packing her purse, but it was a let-him-wonder kind of day already. So... 3:15 - text husband's best friend and her ex a picture of her tits 3:30 - Get nails done. 4:30 - Arrive at house of whoever responded to her tit pic first. Break those shiny new nails in. Swallow. 5:00 - Leave for the house of the second place guy. Get nailed. Take it all over those tits. 5:30 - Come home smelling like cum. Get complimented on new nails. 8:30 - Time to let hubby see the new nails in action. And hear all about their first couple adventures. Of course, her schedule didn't go exactly as planned. She hadn't heard back from either guy by the time she sat down to have her nails done. It was fine, she thought, and sat back to relax. Half an hour later, she checked her phone as she walked to her car. Two replies. Exact same time. She just smiled, and started texting back. It wouldn't be easy, she knew, but the fact that both men lived only 4 or 5 blocks apart was too convenient for her not to try. 20 minutes later, she watched her ex shake hands with her husband's best friend. They traded some guy talk for a bit, but she stepped between them before they could get carried away. As their mouths shut, her nails from each hand grazed he crotch of their jeans. Her ex let out a light moan. Her husband's best friend grabbed one of her tits and squeezed. She fell to her knees. They'd both taken videos of her working her new nails below them, but she had no idea whether either of them had sent them to her husband by the time she walked in the door to her house. It was late, about 10pm, and her husband was on the couch, having fallen asleep watching a movie. She couldn't hold back a naughty little smile, thinking of the irony of her other threesome having happened right there. He shifted around a little as she unzipped his jeans, but it wasn't until his she took his cock in her mouth that her husband woke up. As his blurred vision cleared up, he saw long, sharp new nails twisting and stroking up and down his shaft. He moaned and reached down to grab his wife's hair, hearing her say "Hi baby..." He replied with another moan. "Want to hear about my night?" The moans didn't stop for nearly an hour after that.