Our Hotwives

Hi folks. I thought I'd share the events of this past weekend for your entertainment. We've been in the lifestyle since before we got married over twenty years ago. We started swinging but found the effort outpaced the benefits. I suggested we move into more of a hotwife situation and she agreed as long as I did all the work to find the right guys. It was indeed much work at the start to separate the wheat from the chaff. We ultimately found her a steady boyfriend and he has been her main guy for the last ten or more years. I frankly can't recall the last time I posted here. While our adventures are satisfactory for the both of us, I don't think they quite rise to the level of much of what I read here. Our adventures occur only about once every other month and they are mostly her going solo to his place and returning some hours later to be reclaimed. I could write about them, but I'm sure folks would quickly tire of the same story again and again.

In any case, this past weekend was a little different, so I thought it might be worth sharing. If the admins think this best belongs somewhere else, that is fine. I usually gravitate to this forum, so this is where I thought I'd put it. Here goes...

I sat quietly beside my wife, nibbling the charcuterie and sipping the sumptuous cabernet franc the winemaker was now discussing. Being among our long-time friends and fellow wine-club members, our interactions are as easy and comfortable as one would expect from so many years of friendship and shared interests. As I gaze at the familiar faces around the room, I smile wondering how many people could possibly imagine my wife, moaning with pleasure, on her elbows and knees as her young, black lover drove himself deep into her while I peeked discretely from around the corner. As discussion in the room turned to the dynamics of small, family owned Sonoma wineries, my mind reflected back to the past 24 hours of divine angst, titillation and ultimate release.

My wife (F, Asian, mid-50s) and I (M, white, early 60s) had expressed our condolences to her longtime lover (M, black, mid-40s) upon learning of the death of a close family member. We asked whether he preferred flowers, a donation, or something else. He said he would like a nice, home-cooked meal sometime soon. This would only be the second time he’s been to our house for dinner in the nearly ten years of their relationship. The majority of their meetings have been her going solo to his place and returning home about four or five hours later. A few months ago, I thought we’d try something new by asking him to join us for dinner. I was hoping I might get to benefit by observing their playtime and enjoying a creampie that hasn’t all dribbled into her undies on the drive home. Unfortunately, during our first dinner date, I made the mistake of not giving them enough space. That evening resulted only in pleasant conversation by the firepit, a few stolen kisses and no sex. I was determined to set a better stage this time around.

He arrived promptly at 6pm with a lovely potted bromeliad for my wife and a nice bottle of red. She answered the door wearing comfortable jeans and a knit top. I tried to encourage her to wear something a little more enticing, but she refused. I took the gifts while she offered him a warm kiss hello. We settled into our kitchen for cocktails and appetizers. The two of them sat on one side of our island while I manned the chef’s position at the opposite side. Neither my wife nor I quite knew what to expect from the evening. Given his recent loss, it was possible he may just want a quiet night to chill among friends while still grieving his loss. Unbeknownst to me while serving drinks and starters, though, his hand had already found its way onto my wife’s thigh. For the next hour or so, I let them guide the conversation while I continued preparing the meal. For those interested, teriyaki shrimp skewers and caprese salad were served with the cocktails. The main was sous-vide, reverse seared rib-eye, topped with red wine, shallot-mushroom sauce accompanied by roasted asparagus and baked potato with all the trimmings. My wife selected her favorite Argentinian malbec to pair with the steaks. I excused myself for a while in between courses to give them a little space.

At the end of our meal, I cleared plates, refilled wine glasses and did just enough cleaning so the kitchen looked a little less messy. It was too breezy outside to safely have a fire, so I lit a bunch of candles in the family room and then excused myself to an adjoining room. After a short while, I could hear they had retired from the dinner table to the couch. Considering how many times we’ve knocked over stemware in the family room, I thought it would be a good idea to change out their wine glasses for the slightly more stable stemless. Before I could make that move however, I heard footsteps in the main hallway. I turned to see them walking up stairs to the bedrooms. “Holy shit!” I thought. “Its gonna happen!”

Allow me to pause just for a moment to share both my excitement and trepidation. The evening started at 6pm and it is now about 9pm. We’ve enjoyed cocktails, a bottle of wine, some weed and a sizable meal. I know my wife. After a few drinks, she starts losing her sensitivity such that I could spend hours going down on her and she just isn’t going to climax. I further know she prefers morning or afternoon sex, unencumbered by a weighty evening meal. Guys, I don’t know about you, but alcohol and weed are not what I would consider performance enhancers. While my mind might say, “I need to get some of that,” my body is like, “Hey buddy, can we take a nap now?” So there I am, standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching them ascend to our third-floor guest room, thinking, “Hmm, I wonder how this is going to go.” It didn’t take long for her moans of pleasure to allay any concerns I may have had about his performance or her sensitivity.

We have a large area in between our second and third floor bedrooms which she has fashioned into her home office. Nestled into a corner, opposite the stairway to the third floor, is a fainting couch which offers a nice spot for an afternoon of reading, or in this case, a place to recline and listen in to all the activity from above. After the moaning subsided from Round One, I went down to the kitchen to grab a couple glasses of water. As I said, “Knock, knock” at the top of the third floor stairs, she informed me they already had waters, so I didn’t get a chance to witness their post-coital bliss. Damn!

I returned to my spot to listen for the start of Round Two. I didn’t have to wait long. As mentioned earlier, it would be a Herculean effort for me to achieve something of a Round One after an evening of such imbibing. Not him. Dude was ready for Round Two in what seemed only about fifteen or twenty minutes. Ah, youth! This time, I silently army crawled up the stairs and snuck a peek from around corner. She was astride him cowgirl. After several minutes of this, he switched up to doggie-style and proceeded to drive himself as deep as he could until he unloaded into her married pussy. She is always far more vocal with him than with me. I went back downstairs to wait to see whether she might come down to let me clean her up. No such luck. I waited… and waited… and waited some more. No movement. I snuck back upstairs and it appeared they were both sound asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. Well, damn!

I waited a while to hear whether there may be a Round Three. No sounds were forthcoming. I texted her asking to let me taste her. Unfortunately, her smartwatch was too far from her phone to receive the message. Nothing.

I shuffled off to the Master to try to get some sleep. Nothing. I kept hoping she might appear in the wee hours to let me reclaim her. Nope. I heard them get up and go to the bathroom sometime in the night, but she merely went back upstairs. Shit.

Around 8am, I heard movement as she came into the Master to grab him a toothbrush. I seized my opportunity.
Me, watching her walk naked into the bedroom, “I need you now!”
Her, walking past me to the bathroom, “He’s still here!”
Me, “I was hoping you would come down last night after Round Two.”
Her, “We both fell asleep.”
Me, “Tell him you need a few minutes. I need to taste you.”
Her, “Ok, Ok. Just a second.”
I saw her saunter naked down the hallway to the guest bath and hand him the toothbrush. She did as I asked and came back to the Master and closed the door. I threw her down on the bed and dove in with great enthusiasm. Unfortunately, whatever evidence may have been left around 11pm last night was long gone. I still relished the opportunity to bring my wife to an orgasm or two before she headed back upstairs for morning sex with her lover.

I’m not sure what I was expecting from their morning session, but it wasn’t long before they both came downstairs, fully dressed. I stayed in the Master while she showed him to the door. I’m not sure his car was even out of the driveway before I was ripping off her clothes. It was such a beautiful sight when she peeled off her sexy red thong underwear to reveal a very messy deposit. I couldn’t get her on the bed fast enough. I dove in like a man possessed. After bringing her to a couple orgasms, she begged me to enter her. Yes, please! Hell, I hadn’t even taken a little blue pill and my guy was at full attention and ready for duty. I slid in for some delicious silky seconds. I asked for details of her night. She described Round One as mostly missionary, Round Two as cowgirl and doggie. I asked whether she was able to orgasm after all the alcohol and she confirmed he did indeed bring her to several climaxes. She described this morning’s Round Three as missionary again but a little more tender this time. It was this mental image of my wife’s legs flying in the air while passionately kissing her lover just minutes ago that drove me over the edge. Historically, I am not a quick cummer, but I am not usually THIS excited. I think I lasted all of five or six minutes.

She said she hadn’t slept very well and was eager for a nap. I lay next to her for a short time until I realized I was still hard. Jeez, who needs “better living through chemistry” when you have a wife such as mine, willing to indulge her husband’s kinks over the last 12 hours or so?!?! Right now, I was in bed with the sexiest woman on the planet. Despite her eager to nap, I had to climb back on to extend the high I was feeling. Thankfully, she obliged and we enjoyed a little more subdued sex before drifting off for some much needed sleep before needing to shower for our wine-tasting later in the afternoon.

Whew! Now on to more pressing topics-what the hell is reverse seared

Awesome update f_m. Loved your descriptions of your dinner (hmmm... I hear my stomach growl) and the coitus and the opening with the wine tasting event. Is there a plan to make this (I meant M & hw having overnight fun) a regular more frequent event? Are there any other dynamic that keeps it at once in 2 months?

Reverse Sear - The water immersion (sous-vide) method will bring your steaks up to desired doneness. They will be perfectly medium rare (or whatever doneness you wish). Then you throw them in a scorching hot cast iron pan for a few minutes per side to get the desired browning.

Plans for greater frequency? - As much as I would like greater frequency, I'm not sure that will happen. We are recently empty nesters, so perhaps that may help a bit. We typically have numerous social or family obligations lined up about every weekend, so playtime takes a backseat. I could push for more, but experience tells me she is OK with our current situation. A happy married life takes precedence over satisfying my kinks, so I will be thankful for what I have. Better to have a little something than nothing at all.

Beautiful story. I love weekends when our bull can spend the whole weekend with us. Some time ago we used to go to Greece, rent an apartment for a weekend and host our bull there. He was a greek guy whom my wife liked a lot. In two occasions he even brought a friend along (with our permission of course). Those days are to remember

An update from this past weekend. Refresher: Wife (Asian, mid-50’s, 5’10, petite); Her lover (Black, mid-40’s, 6’2”, athletic); Husband (Me, white, early 60’s, 5’10”, formerly athletic, now less so). We’ve been married 20+ years and they’ve been seeing one another for about 10 years.

My wife wanted to see a movie in which I had no interest. I suggested she ask her lover to go instead. He agreed. They met for a matinee this past Sunday afternoon while I stayed at home and prepared some slow-cooked BBQ ribs for their return.
To make sure we wouldn’t have any surprise visits from our offspring, I checked my phone for her location and discovered she was visiting friends at another university, not too far away. I knew she would have to drive by us on her way home, so I made sure to keep an eye on that situation. Sure enough, my wife texted to inform me she had received a text from our daughter that she would stop by for a visit on her way home. “Well, this will be interesting,” I thought.

My wife and her lover (for the purpose of the story, we’ll call him Vic) arrived around 5pm and we got started with cocktails and nibbles. As expected, our daughter arrived around 5:30pm. She was introduced to our new friend. We entertain frequently, so I’m certain nothing seemed amiss for our daughter. We chatted amiably about her nursing studies and our friend, also in an adjacent healthcare field, effortlessly contributed to the conversation. After about an hour, our daughter announced it was time for her to leave and my wife and I walked her to her car and bade her farewell.

Back inside and now observing from my phone that our daughter was indeed heading home and not turning around, having forgotten something, we decided to get playtime started. My wife led Vic up to our third floor while I got comfortable in our master bedroom. During earlier visits, I would sneak up the stairs to surreptitiously listen, watch or record the show. Earlier in the day, however, I was charging one of our wireless, outdoor security cameras and a cartoon lightbulb appeared above my head. “Heeeeeyyy, I know exactly what to do with this.” I positioned the camera for a good view of the bed, setting it among other random items so that it wouldn’t be too obvious.

Laying on our bed, I flipped open the camera app on my phone and began to enjoy the steamy start of the action. I must give the young man credit. He employs lots of foreplay. He sat, still fully clothed at the edge of the bed, while she stood before him. They kissed for a good long while. I could tell by how she was caressing his shaved head while they kissed that she was really getting into it. He slowly undressed her, one piece of clothing at a time, with much kissing in between, until he had her down to just her thong. He spent some time kissing and licking her breasts while simultaneously massaging her mound through her underwear.

Ultimately, they decided it was time to move on to the next stage of play time. She removed her thong while he got down to his underwear and got comfortable next to one another on the bed. Again, more kissing while hands roamed over one another’s body. He slowly worked his way down to where he could start to eat her out. Damn! That young man has some talent. I’ve listened to her moans from previous encounters with him, but seeing it live was a rather humbling experience. She has never in recent memory moaned like that when I go down on her. I asked her later whether it was indeed that great or if she was performing more for his benefit. She confirmed it was no performance. Clearly, I need to up my oral game. I think he made her orgasm a half-dozen times, if not more.

Finally, she begged him to stop and this was his cue to remove his underwear and position himself on top of her, missionary style. I watched as he slowly entered her. For those wondering, I was rock hard during this entire session. It is so sexy to watch her hands caress his head, neck, shoulders and back as he slowly drives in and out. After a while, he put her legs over his shoulders and continued to drive himself into her. No hard driving, but you could tell he was savoring the experience with his slower, more deliberate pace. He finally spasmed into climax and rested for a moment before removing himself from her and laying next to her, throwing a leg over her torso for good measure. They spent a good, long while in pillow talk while continuing to caress one another’s body. Unfortunately, the sound from my camera is not that great, so I didn’t catch much of what was said.

It was apparent their hunger finally kicked in and they got dressed to come down to dinner. I met them in the hallway and we all walked down to the kitchen together. I fixed him another bourbon and asked my wife if I could have a little taste. She agreed and we excused ourselves back up to the master bedroom. She shed her jeans and thong and lay down at the edge of the bed while I kneeled on the floor. I was very eager to dive in for the cleanup, but decided to go at a slower pace to savor the freshest creampie I’ve had in a while. After only a minute or two, though, she pushed my head away saying, “That is all you get for now.” Damn.
We went back downstairs, refreshed our drinks and got going on our BBQ dinner. If you didn’t know they’d just had sex, you wouldn’t have guessed from our dinner conversation. Just three adults enjoying some good food and conversation ranging from his healthcare practice, to music, to pets and more.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I left them alone, hoping there might be a second round about to start. Unfortunately, she announced he had to leave and we bid him goodbye at the front door. Funny visual: my short wife must stand on a stair to kiss her taller lover goodbye.

After he left, we went back up to the master for the reclaiming. As we started to undress, she says, “Why don’t we go upstairs and make love in the juices Vic and I left you?” Holy crap! Instant boner. “Yes, please!” Sure enough, there on the bed was a nice big wet spot, the scent of sex still lingering heavily.

I began my cleanup in earnest and brought her to three or four orgasms before she motioned me to enter her. God, I love the feel of her freshly used pussy. I love gazing at my wife’s face while in missionary. Her countenance bears an expression of ultimate satisfaction and contentment after she’s just been with her lover. Truly a beautiful sight to behold. After a while, I positioned her legs over my shoulders for deeper penetration. She very sexily says, “You know, this is how he came in me.” You must understand, my wife isn’t big on dirty talk during sex, so this hit me like a bolt. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I certainly did. Moments later, she added this other gem, “You like fucking Vic’s pussy?” Oh, hell yes! A few weeks earlier, I had referred to one of our bourbon bottles and as Vic’s bottle, then got the idea to ask my wife to introduce the idea of “Vic’s pussy” into our playtime routine. She picked the perfect time to use it.

After changing positions a few times, we were in my favorite position, straddling her, but with her on her side, sort of halfway to a prone-bone. She throws out another doozy, “You like fucking this pussy where Vic’s dick has just been, don’t you?” That was it. Oh God! “Yes I do!” I blew my load and saw plenty of stars in the process. I remained so amped up after that experience, I couldn’t fall asleep for shit. Thankfully, my work schedule allowed for me to come home mid-day Monday for a nap to fully recover. Whew! I can’t wait for next time.

Thanks for the very erotic and romantic update f_m. Love your descriptions, setup, climax and reclaiming.

This all sounds like you both are having the time of your lives! Very sexy and hot! Hopefully he keeps coming very to your place to enjoy your wife and his pussy. Thanks for sharing.