Our Hotwives

We’re Ethan and Sophie, both in our late 20s (I’m 30, she’s 29), married for five years, and first-time posters on ourhotwives.org after lurking for a while. We live in a coastal city, both professionals Sophie works reception at a real estate agency, I’m a junior tax investigator. Our sex life was pretty vanilla until recent events involving family secrets, fertility struggles, and a bold coworker pushed us to explore the hotwife lifestyle. Sophie’s cool with me sharing this, and she’s excited to see your reactions. She might even join the conversation later. We’ve altered minor details for privacy. Sorry for the long post

The spark ignited during a trip back home for my nephew’s wedding, in a small town a few hours from our city. The wedding was lovely, but things got interesting at the afterparty at my cousin’s place. My uncle Tom—mid-50s, successful in property, married to Ellen with no kids was chatting with me over beers. Tom nodded toward Sophie, who was cradling my cousin’s three-month-old with a smile. He warned me I might be in trouble, suggesting her obvious baby fever meant I should act fast before losing our carefree lifestyle. Sophie’s a knockout long dark hair, bright green eyes, fit from yoga and running, C-cup breasts. At 5’6”, her curves catch eyes, and her smile lights up any room. I laughed it off, explaining we’d been trying for a year without success, but we weren’t stressed, just letting nature decide. Since Sophie wasn’t yet 30, there was no rush to give up our late nights or lazy Sundays. Tom apologized for not knowing, then teased that she was heading our way. Sophie approached and I teased that the kid had an odd nose, and Tom chimed in, joking that the nose seemed too wide for such a small face. She defended the baby, insisting he was perfect and telling him to ignore our silliness. Then she reminded me we needed to leave soon to reach the motel, asking if I was okay to drive. I confirmed I’d stopped drinking hours ago and suggested she start her goodbyes. We’d driven up the day before for the wedding, and this was a casual family gathering. Sophie handed the baby back to my cousin, still raving about how cute he was. I let her do her farewell rounds alone, knowing she’d take her time

Tom observed that I didn’t seem like a jealous husband. I asked what he meant, and he pointed out that Sophie’s beauty and outgoing nature likely attracted a lot of male attention. I admitted she probably did, adding I thought I handled it well. He asked if anyone specific stood out, and I mentioned Derek, a new guy at her work, who was blatant about eyeing her when I picked her up. Tom noted how Sophie’s friendly demeanor standing close, light touches with men, even our relatives. I agreed it was just her personality, not worth worrying about. He suggested that if I wasn’t overly jealous, I might find it exciting, sharing that he did with his wife Ellen, who was similarly social. I asked if he meant with Ellen, and he laughed, clarifying it was only her, explaining it had been a positive for their marriage since he wasn’t possessive.

I pressed further, asking how it was a positive. Tom confided they were swingers, in an open marriage for 15 years, but urged me to keep it secret. Shocked, I asked if he meant with other partners, and he explained they both had occasional side relationships, fitting their busy lives. I expressed disbelief, asking if people really lived like that. He insisted it was more common than I thought, hinting he knew others at the party with extramarital experiences, though he wouldn’t name them for discretion. I asked if he meant with him, and he clarified it was at a place he frequented, revealing he owned a lakefront house for naturism and socializing. I questioned if it was a nudist spot, and he confirmed clothing was optional.

Skeptical, I laughed it off, saying it wasn’t for us. Tom teased that Sophie would be popular there, suggesting my embarrassment rather than anger showed we might share similar tastes. I countered that naturism seemed more consensual than ogling like Derek’s. Tom agreed , then said he had to go, asked me to consider bringing Sophie to the lakefront house, noting it was mostly men, some younger, some his age. I rejected the idea, insisting neither of us would be into it. He pressed, saying he’d be first in line to admire Sophie. I admitted to myself it stirred something . Tom encouraged me to think it over, saying many enjoyed it, then shifted gears, warning me to get Sophie pregnant before someone else did, given her readiness.

I confessed I was waiting on fertility test results, suspecting I might be the issue since my ex never conceived either. Tom hoped it wasn’t permanent, sharing that he and Ellen never had kids due to their busy priorities, not regret, but it felt hollow. As he left, he apologized for dropping the naturism bombshell, begging me to keep it from the family, especially my mom. I chuckled, agreeing the idea of our conservative family knowing was not good idea.

In the car, Sophie waved goodbye to everyone. I agreed we should visit more. She playfully warned I was in for it at the motel, she meant fun trouble. I asked if the baby got her worked up, and she admitted maybe. I suggested we crash for a few hours at the motel and drive overnight to have Sunday at home. She agreed, adding we could enjoy our own bed.

Later, I brought up the test, admitting I worried I might be infertile, given my ex’s lack of pregnancy too. Sophie appreciated me checking, saying it was good to identify any issues, even if it felt unsexy. I shifted to something wild, sharing Tom’s secret about being a naturist . She was shocked, asking if it was real, thinking nudism was outdated. I clarified Tom, barely 50, owned a lakefront resort, not a beach, and had invited us. She laughed it off but I teased she’d look great sunbathing nude. She fired back that my penis would too, and we laughed. I added the bigger secret: Tom and Ellen were swingers with an open marriage for 15 years. Sophie wasn’t surprised, recalling Ellen’s drunken story about public sex on a French nude beach. I suggested that’s where it started, and she agreeing it fit European culture. She proposed a few hours’ sleep before driving, and I agreed

At the motel, after a quick nap, we made love. She was wet, asking if she’d had a sexy dream. She claimed it was just from our moment, but later, in the afterglow, I sensed she was holding back, blushing about fantasies involving Derek’s attention at work.

The next day, Sophie got a text from her coworker Tara about drinks at beachside bar. Tara asked if she was dressing up, and Sophie said she might wear a dress. Tara shared that Lisa and Emma were dressing up too, planning to cheer up Emma after a breakup by finding her a surfer. Sophie jokingly asked for one too, and Tara teased that Derek might surf. Sophie begged her not to tease, admitting she was already struggling with thoughts about him. Tara encouraged her to enjoy the attention, suggesting it might spark jealousy in me, which could be good for me. Sophie hesitated, citing my discomfort with Derek’s behavior, but Tara insisted men thrive on competition. She added that men love the chase, urging Sophie to have fun with it.

When I got home from washing the car, Sophie seemed flushed. I offered her a beer, noting her rosy cheeks. She cuddled up, joking she was already wet from loving me. I teased if she wanted something, maybe to make up for something. She laughed, admitting she wanted to go out with the girls, asking to spend a bit over budget. I agreed, saying it was fine for a weeknight, and offered to drive. She declined, promising to stay under the limit.

At work, Derek slid onto Sophie’s desk, calling her gorgeous. She said her day was okay until he arrived, though she smiled. He asked what the girls called him behind his back, suggesting nicknames like hunky. She teased back Slick. He liked it, saying they could skip formalities. She fumbled papers as he complimented her black lace bra, visible through her open blouse. She called him naughty and left for lunch, feeling his eyes on her.

That evening at the beachside bar, Derek greeted the group, saying he wasn’t intruding on their girls’ night, just working nearby with a beer. Tara told him it was girls-only, and everyone laughed. He wished them a good night and sat in a corner. Sophie complained to Tara about his presence, saying he got to her. Tara encouraged her to have fun with it, suggesting my jealousy could boost my drive, especially given fertility concerns. Sophie warned that I could handle myself in a fight, having once taken down two guys who harassed her. Tara got excited, saying a fight over her would be hot, but Sophie called it risky. Tara urged her to tell me Derek was there, predicting it would spice things up.

When Tara left, Derek asked why the party ended early. Sophie said she couldn’t drink more since she was driving. He suggested coffee at Coco’s on the way to her car. She agreed as he guided her with a hand on her waist.

Meanwhile, I was restless at home. When Sophie got home, I complimented her sexy dress. She spun, asking if I liked it. I loved it, the plunging neckline. Cuddling her, I found her panties soaked. She claimed she was just feeling sexy, denying any misbehavior. We fucked hard, and later, she confessed Derek was at the bar, working alone, and only walked her to her car after coffee. I pressed why it was a big deal, and she admitted he made flirty comments about her dress, which turned her on.

She flipped it, asking how I’d feel if a hot coworker like Rachel wanted me. I admitted I’d be flattered, and she teased I’d go for it. She asked why Derek was fixated on her, a married woman. I said she was hot, I'd confront him. She begged me not to, citing his short-term contract on a big development deal near our hometown. We compromised: I’d meet him casually at drinks the next night, eyeing him to show I was her husband, without Tara knowing. Sophie liked the idea, saying it was sexy to think of me asserting myself.

At work, I got a text from Sophie confirming drinks and promising details later. I spied from across her office, seeing her leave with Derek in a company car. He guided her with a hand on her back, and her blouse was open, letting him peek down as she got in. She adjusted it, teasing it. My heart raced; I called but got voicemail. When they returned with coffees, she buttoned up, and I felt sick with relief.

That night at the beach bar, I found Sophie against a wall, Derek leaning in, fingering her blouse. I punched him in the ribs. He doubled over, shocked, asking what was wrong. Bouncers dragged me out, telling me to leave. Sophie chased me, pleading it wasn’t what it seemed. I drove home fuming, telling her to be quiet. She insisted nothing happened, tears welling.

At home, I confronted her, asking if he’d kissed or groped her. She denied it at first, but I kissed her hard, finding her wet again. I fucked her roughly, and she admitted he’d kissed her three times that day, felt her up, and asked her to remove her bra, which she left at work. She begged me to fuck her again, saying she couldn’t resist him. I did, turned on despite myself. Afterward, she confessed she loved my forceful reaction but wanted me to confront Derek calmly.

I shared my fertility results—low sperm count, weak swimmers, but a clinic could help. She was optimistic, saying many couples do it. I admitted Derek’s pursuit was a turn-on, and she revealed she’d worn the sheer bra for him, letting him see better. We fucked slowly, the fantasy fueling us.

So here we are....

Great beginning, keep going

After the drama with Derek, Sophie’s flirty coworker, things took an unexpected turn. The morning after our intense night following the beach bar incident, we had a 9:30 AM meeting with Mark, the owner of Sophie’s real estate agency. Mark was straight to the point: Derek had cleared out his desk that morning and vanished.

I shook Mark’s hand, relieved, and guided Sophie out of the office. I’d planned to take her to lunch that day and drove her home afterward. For the next couple of weeks, I kept a close watch, worried Derek might reappear and stir trouble. I’d drop by Sophie’s office or linger nearby, just to be sure. ne night in bed, Sophie laughed and said that I needed to stop shadowing her and just take it easy. Sophie grinned and poked my chest, saying I was lucky to include that last part.I teased her, saying she was gorgeous and that we just needed to find a better guy for her to flirt with. I said I’d want the guy to get a good look, and I’d be there watching. She kissed me again and said it sounded exciting, suggesting the same beach bar would be perfect with me up on the smoking balcony where guys lean over the rail. She added that she could get friend to join her, saying she would be totally into it.She teased, asking if I’d take her like I did that night.

She said that she had a sheer blouse that would show everything if I was okay with it, especially for any guy close, like if they were dancing

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Yesterday I woke with Sophie curled against me. I kissed her cheek, and she wiggled back. By mid-morning, Sophie came out of the bedroom in denim shorts and a tight pink tank top. She knelt beside me on the couch and said we should go for a beach walk, suggesting she could play Baywatch babe and jog when guys were watching. I gulped and said we should go for it. She tugged at her top, smirking, and said it might not keep her contained. I said that was the point. She nodded. We drove to our favorite quiet beach - squeezed hands and split up, me walking ahead while Sophie trailed, ready to turn heads. It didn’t take long. A fit guy in his late 20s hit the walkway same time as Sophie, chatting her up. I hung back, watching them pass. He jogged off, but Sophie flashed me a teasing grin. She strolled by the water, and soon, two younger guys came her way. She started jogging early, her breasts bouncing. They stared, heads turning as she passed, and she shot me a smile. For the next mile, she had every man’s attention I kept pace, watching her own the beach. She paused again, and I passed the guy she’d first talked to, circling back to trail him. Sophie jogged again, she stopped to stretch half her breast out. The guy slowed, grinned, and said her figure was impressive. She blushed, giggled, and said she hadn’t noticed, pulling her top down. He asked if she was going in the water. She said she was thinking about it but the water was chilly. bent to splash her arms. The guy edged in, keeping a respectful distance, watching as another group passed. He stepped closer and asked if she was from around there. She said she was just there for the day. He jumped over a wave, moving beside her, and when she wobbled, he grabbed her arm. She turned her back to him, and he placed his hands on her waist. This stranger had his hands on my wife, her breasts practically out. It was intense, but a surge of excitement hit me. She pushed away, standing to wring her top, her breasts still barely covered. He moved around her, and she turned to keep him in sight, lowering as another wave passed. Her top rode up above her breasts, the water at her waist. She wrung her hair, holding it up, chatting and smiling with him. It wasn’t uncommon for women to go topless here. could see a few sunbathing topless nearby. He kept his distance at first but slowly drifted closer. A larger wave rolled in, and she let him pull her back against his body. She stayed relaxed against him, his arm around her waist. I didn’t think he’d felt her up yet, but he nuzzled her neck, and she tilted her head.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I yanked off my t-shirt, strode into the water, and dived under a wave. grabbed her arm, pulling her to me, my hand on the back of her head as I kissed her hard. The guy said, asking what the hell was going on, letting her go. I lifted Sophie, carrying her to shore without looking back. I asked if I should’ve let him have her longer.. She said no, explaining he might’ve tried to kiss her, and she might’ve let him. We passed a well-built older guy staring at Sophie’s breasts. She squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back, pretending not to notice the men gawking as we walked. In the car, she leaned over, kissing me deeply, and said it was way hotter than she expected. I said I didn’t expect to enjoy watching him touch her so much. She grinned and asked if we should try the beach bar next, with her in that blouse and me watching from above. I said absolutely, and we laughed.

What an interesting thread, a different story, we'll see how far they want to go...

Again - sorry for my long post....

Last night we hit that bar. We met Tara, Sophie’s friend, at the beach bar. I shared a quick drink with the girls downstairs before heading to the balcony overlooking the bar. I could see everything Sophie, Tara, the dance floor, the whole scene. Sophie wore a sheer blouse, no bra, and a short skirt. It didn’t take long for a couple of guys to approach. A tall, fit man in his 30s zeroed in on Sophie, dancing behind her. He gripped her hips, moving in close as they danced. From above, I could see down her blouse, breasts bouncing, nipples visible and jealousy hit me hard. The first guy stepped away, but another took his place almost instantly, moving behind Sophie. His hands slid up her legs under her skirt as he leaned over her shoulder. Other guys nearby were watching, it felt like they were lining up, each expecting a turn. My heart pounded, but I couldn’t look away. Then a tall, well-built guy joined in, dancing in front of Sophie. Tara joined them, and the three danced together for a bit.

I needed a moment and stepped to the windows for fresh air. My phone buzzed Sophie texting, asking where I’d gone. I returned to the balcony, waved down at her in the booth below and saw her smile. I texted back, saying I was just getting air . She asked if I was having fun. I replied that I hadn’t punched anyone yet Five minutes later, I returned to see the well-built guy now sitting with the girls. They were chatting and laughing. Two guys next to me on the balcony were staring down. Tara caught a glance from a passing guy and followed him to the dance floor, leaving Sophie alone with the tall guy. He slid around to her side of the booth. A younger guy next to me muttered that the guy was making his move. An older man beside me chuckled, saying Sophie seemed into it. I ignored them. Her legs were angled toward him, crossed, but he leaned in, one arm along the backrest, his other hand brushing her knee. She placed her hand over his, he cupped her face and kissed her. The younger guy next to me groaned, urging the man to keep going. It hurt, but part of me wanted it to continue. Sophie’s hand lightly gripped his shirt, and he pressed closer, pinning her against the booth wall. His hand slipped inside her blouse, cupping her breast. She grabbed his wrist, gently moving his hand, but it caused her blouse to gape, fully exposing her left breast. The younger guy called down, telling her to show more. Sophie giggled, pushing the guy back slightly. He slid out of the booth, pulling her toward the dance floor.

A slow song started on the dance floor he pulled her close. Tara appeared beside me on the balcony, saying it looked sweet. I swallowed hard, managing to say it was something like that. I was telling her we were leaving soon and offering her a ride home. She agreed but asked to let the guy have Sophie a bit longer, saying it was hot. Another slow song played, and he turned Sophie around, holding her from behind, kissing her neck while staring down at her breasts. His hand slipped inside her blouse again, and she pressed her arms over her chest, but it was clear he was feeling her up. Tara was saying going braless was a smart move and that he must love feeling her bare breasts. Tara said to give them 20 more minutes and not stop it yet, then headed downstairs. I felt sick but too aroused to move. Back at the booth, Sophie was pulled onto his lap as he kissed her again, his tongue deep in her mouth. Tara slid in across from them, chatting and laughing. Sophie’s legs weren’t crossed , and his hand moved up her thigh. She clutched his arm, thighs squeezing together. Sophie’s eyes widened, her mouth open, panting - her orgasm was clear.

That broke my trance. I rushed downstairs, reaching the booth before Sophie could stand. The guy nodded at me, still holding Sophie. He kissed her again. Tara pulled my arm around her, guiding my hand to her breast, hiding it under her crossed arms. I pinched her nipple, and she pressed against me. The guy tugged Sophie’s blouse open, exposing both breasts, looking at them with her as she giggled and covered up. Tara called again for Sophie to come. Sophie went off his lap, pulling her skirt down and blouse closed. I took her hand and led her out. Outside, Tara pulled Sophie away, and they giggled together. I drove, with them in the back, too drunk and giggly to talk. I dropped Sophie off first. Tara stayed in the back, she said said it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen and that I was amazing for going along with it she said she wished her husband would do the same. She laughed it was too boring and that we should take risks and have fun, especially before kids. Pulling up to her place, telling her I’d wait until her light came on - she said if I kicked Sophie out for this, she’d leave her guy and move in, so I wouldn’t be better off.

I drove home slowly, unsure what to say. Sophie was in her bathrobe, lying on the bed. I asked if she was okay - she said she felt sick from drinking too much. I asked if she’d thrown up. She said no, but she might feel better if she did. She apologized, saying it wasn’t very sexy right now. I told her it was fine, that I wasn’t in the mood either. I said it was hard to watch but that deep down, I think I liked it. I asked how it was for her. She said it was incredible, that she was excited the whole time. She blushed, saying his kisses were deep, his tongue in her mouth, so wet, and she loved the strange, sexy taste of him. She said it was just from his mouth, that she got so wet from his kisses and was embarrassed when he felt her panties and found out. She said his hands were rough and it felt amazing when he touched her breasts and legs. When he fingered her, she said it was overwhelming. I pulled up my shirt, and she took me in her mouth as I came quickly moaning as she swallowed.

I asked if she wanted more. She kissed my cock, saying she came on his fingers. She said he told her that her pussy felt tight when she was cumming and that she owed him one. Asking what he thought she owed him - she teased, saying maybe something like this, then looked up. She said she’d love to taste another man’s cum. I kissed her head, my stomach churning at the thought. I said I needed a shower and headed to the bathroom.

When I returned, Sophie was passed out. I’m still reeling, caught between jealousy and the rush.

Yesterday My head was pounding when I woke up. She got text from the the guy from the beach bar asking how she was feeling and if she wanted to meet him again tonight. She texted me back, asking where I was and to hurry back, saying she needed me. I was out jogging, trying to clear my head from the night before, so I sprinted back. Sophie threw her arms around me saying I’d scared her asking where I’d slept and what was going on. I held her tight, pausing before saying nothing was wrong, that I’d just felt sorry for myself and crashed on the couch. She pushed back, asking why I felt sorry for myself. I said it was nothing, just me being dumb, and turned to grab water, asking how she was feeling since she was pretty drunk last night. She admitted she felt rough. While Sophie made coffee, I showered, trying to piece together last night. It came back enough—plenty to process, but things seemed okay when we got home. I remembered Sophie jerking me off, teasing about the guy at the bar.

Sophie’s phone pinged with a message from the bar guy, saying to meet at the beach bar at 8:30, no reply needed, he’d be waiting. She ignored it, downed her coffee, and went to the bedroom. She said I couldn’t act distant after last night, that it wasn’t fair, and she needed my support unless I thought it was a mistake and blamed her. I said watching her kissed and felt up was painful but amazing. She looked down, asking if she should shave completely during her bath, in case someone saw. I asked if she’d like to show another man down there. She nodded, saying the guy last night had pulled her panties aside. I stopped kissing, asking if there’d be a next time she said he’d probably pick up where he left off she giggled, saying the bouncer was watching.

She suggested a beach run, with her breasts strapped down to avoid bouncing for guys, saying she’d been drinking too much and needed exercise. I said I’d nap while she bathed, then we’d go. While Sophie bathed, I saw her phone with messages from the bar guy. She wasn’t pushing for another bar night soon. She wanted a romantic day with me. She texted him , saying she had a great time and might catch him another night. No reply came during her half-hour bath, so she hoped it landed okay. I was still sleeping, so she made lunch and packed it for the beach. I wore board shorts and a t-shirt; Sophie was in bike shorts and a sports bra. We jogged the beach’s length, two miles out and back. Sophie changed in the amenities building while I set up our sunshade away from the family area. Sophie returned in a white string bikini from our honeymoon, barely covering her. I dozed off, and she went into the water. A man swam nearby Sophie sat on a rock watching but didn’t join him. Woman in a tiny bikini approached him and Sophie giggled returning to me. She said she’d gone for a walk - I asking if there were many people she said just fishermen and a hot guy with an even hotter girlfriend. I teased that she knew what I'd be thinking when another man was all over her. This give me that wanting to hold her down and fuck her. She said she loved when I took her like that. I toyed with her bikini string

We started packing but decided on another beach stroll holding hands, stopping for kisses. She stopped pulling me close, pointing to a man sitting alone near the strip saying he looked like the guy from last weekend. I suggested she say hello while I got the car. She asked if she should I said I’d watch his reaction. She pulled off her bikini top under her buttoned shirt leaving one button done below her tits saying if he wasn’t friendly, she’d head to the parking area. Sophie approached the guy. He said his name was Kevin, asking where I’d gone. She said I was getting the car, explaining I was her husband and we were playing around last weekend and we were playing around last weekend. He said he figured and wasn’t mad, maybe flattered. She smiled, saying it was fun for her. He invited her to sit, making room on his towel. He kissed her saying it’s what he wanted last time She said she wanted it too but reminded him she was married. He said he’d been dumped by his fiancée and needed this physical contact. Kevin turned Sophie onto her back his hand under her shirt squeezing her breast. He tried to slip fingers up her jean shorts but she stopped him saying not there. He lay over her his leg between her thighs, he sucked her neck. Couple appeared on the walkway, and he tugged her shirt closed. She said she needed to go soon. He asked if he could call. She suggested they watch for each other at the beach as she couldn’t date. He resumed kissing her neck cupping her breast. I motioned for her to come. She said she had to go, confirming I was her husband and not to worry. He kissed her again, asking her to stay longer make me wait. She asked him to take her for a swim. He tugged her shorts and she kicked them off. She faced me on her knees and then turned to Kevin taking his hand. They walked to the water and he grabbed her butt spreading her thighs touching her through her bikini. She said he couldn’t have her. He said he just wanted to feel how wet she was slipping fingers inside as he lifted her. She said to put her down and do it quickly before people got closer. She stood facing me as Kevin fingering her from the front. The closest couple stopped far enough away. She was stroking him as well, and he cum on the sand. He said it felt good. She said it was fine, as long as they didn’t get arrested. Sophie waved at me over his shoulder. I waved back. She dropped to her knees pulling him down thrusting her breasts into his hands as he fingered her hard and her orgasm hit her. She said she had to go and he kissed her hard. She pushed away grabbed her shorts and walked to the car waving at Kevin. I said I’d fuck her the moment we got home, whether she wanted it or not. She smiled

I felt her wet bikini slipping a finger inside. She parted her legs slightly. I sucked her juices off my finger. She said she loved me. I smiled, saying that wouldn’t help her.

Great story. Looks like Sophie is all in already.

Sounds like the beginning of a very interesting story. Look forward to how this develops. When it cums to choosing between jealously or stopping it… allow the jealously side to continue… so she can have her enjoyment. Believe me… you be glad you did. Of course, if you need to move in because the guy doesn’t respect her… that’s another story.

It’s the begining of a lot of fun!

So After Sophie’s intense moment with Kevin on the beach, we drove home - I pulled into our underground carpark waited for her by the stairwell. I took her hand leading her up to our apartment. Once inside I pinned her against the wall kissing her hard she resisted at first keeping her lips closed but I pressed on sliding my hand into her bikini bottoms. She was still wet and I slipped my middle and ring fingers inside. I pushed my shorts down and she hooked her leg around mine holding on as I fucked her hard. I pounded a dozen times then held firm unloading inside her. I was saying thought that’s what Kevin was doing. Sophie cooked dinner while I had a bath. Later she took me between her legs for another sex session. We slept with me spooned behind her.

Loud nock wake us up in the morning. It was that idiot Christoph, the landlord’s son to measure the bathroom for next month’s renovations. Sophie said it was fine telling me to show him in and come back. When I returned Sophie was modeling in the mirror. My eyes widened asking what she was doing. She shushed me rolling her eyes toward the door. I said no way, not with him. She nodded saying yes. I said not Christoph that I really didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. She pressed close saying to let Christoph have her that his tongue in her mouth and fingers inside her would be thrilling that I’d love it. She teased that it was perfect right here in our apartment telling me to watch through the door crack while she stayed in the bathroom doorway. She said to remember she loved me and telling me to be quiet. She bit her lip and left me behind the door. He was on his hands and knees measuring the bathroom floor across the hall.

Sophie snuck into the bathroom heading to the sink squeezing toothpaste and scrubbing her teeth. Christoph said Hi and Sophie greeting him and asking how he was going - his eyes on her panties. She wound her hair into a ponytail saying she just got out of bed. He said he wasn’t complaining calling her panties cute. She said he wasn’t supposed to look that she was married and he asked where I was. She lied saying I’d gone to the shop but would be back soon. He rose to his knees saying she was easily the hottest woman in the building touching the back of her legs. She thanked him saying it was flattering he noticed. He said she wanted him to notice that she came to tease him and she admitted maybe feeling a little naughty alone with him. He stood towering over her and she placed her hands on his chest asking what he was doing, he stroked her face and he kissed her. I watched heart pounding through the door crack. He groped her. She said to take her t-shirt off loud enough for me to hear and he stripped it dropping it on the floor; She turned backing against him facing the bedroom fully. She said to take her panties off strip her completely and finger her if he wanted. He pushed her panties down parting her slit with a finger, he lifted her leg spreading her and started finger-banging her deep and slow. She said she’d been thinking about him doing this, he added second finger. She moaned she stopped squeezing his cock and stroked it and his cum shooting up her back with his cum running down her thighs. She wiped her back with her t-shirt as she sucked and licked her fingers.

She said he’d better go before I got back, that she needed to shower off his cum. He asked if he could come back another day for measurements but they agreed he'll take measurements really quick now. Sophie snuck to the bedroom door looking in at me. He shuffled across the hall so she shushed me. She whispered she loved how Christoph kissed her. Sophie shot me a parting smile taking his hand and leading him to the front door whispering it was fun but not to tell anyone. He pulled her into a kiss and she held his arm as he fingered her. He sucked hard on her left breast then half her right. She said it was nice that he could suck them that she loved it. She asked him to stay a bit longer just for a while, he said he’d love to. She suggested the couch and he guided her onto his lap. She lifted her butt as he tugged the t-shirt up. I watched from the hallway as he fingered and tongued her. She let him spread her thighs again after she cum. She said he couldn’t have sex with her so he asked to cum in her mouth. She refused and he came on her belly. He kissed her then moved over her and she let him take control. He shifted spreading her legs and thrusting his cock against her pussy and his next thrust went inside her, she cried his name. He thrust again penetrating fully and Sophie squirmed but gave in as he went deeper. He started fucking her so I stepped into the doorway

He jumped out, zipped his pants and left without a word. I sat on the couch and Sophie asked if I was okay. I shook my head, saying it was harsh, that I couldn’t believe I let her do that with him. This was a tough one. The jealousy with Christoph a guy I can’t stand was brutal especially when it went beyond our boundaries

... If she had wanted to stop him, she could have. Too bad.
I hope you didn't piss her off, she seemed to be really enjoying her first HW experience.

BallSpanking wrote: ↑

Sat Sep 06, 2025 9:38 am

... If she had wanted to stop him, she could have. Too bad.
I hope you didn't piss her off, she seemed to be really enjoying her first HW experience.

Hey BallSpanking, thanks for your comment really got me thinking, and I appreciate the perspective

Sophie could’ve stopped him if she wanted to, and that’s what’s got my head spinning. Knowing she chose to let it go as far as it did especially with a guy I can’t stand I’m still trying to wrap my head around. This wasn’t her first hotwife moment those started with the guy at the beach bar and then Kevin on the beach but this was the first time things blew past our kissing-and-fondling boundary. I want to dive into this a bit more, since you and others have been so great about sharing advice, and I’m hoping you can help us navigate what’s next.

Seeing him take her like that right in our apartment was a punch to the gut. When he crossed into actual penetration I had to step in. It broke our rules and I could see Sophie was caught in the moment but she didn’t fight me on stopping it

Your comment about hoping I didn’t piss her off got me worried at first, but we’re good thankfully. After I kicked him out Sophie didn’t pull away or get mad. Instead, she came to me kissing me letting me reclaim her in a raw way. It was like she knew I needed to take back control after watching her give so much to him. We talked late into the night, and she admitted she got carried away pushing my buttons especially with someone I dislike. She said the power of making me watch knowing it was killing me was big turn on for her but she also felt guilty when she saw how shaken I was. She said it was one of the hottest moments yet but she gets why I had to stop it. We’ve reaffirmed our boundaries kissing, touching, maybe some light fingering, but nothing beyond that for now.

Like I’ve said before it’s half discomfort, half hard on - part of me hates it, part of me can’t look away. Her confidence is what makes it so hot but it’s also what pushes me to the edge. We’re trying to balance this and your feedback is helping. When things go too far, like yesterday, it’s hard to stay in the moment

We’re planning a chill day today just us to reconnect and talk more about where we want this to go.

She's just out of control; Yesterday I’d been at the gym pushing through a leg day when I headed home. As I climbed the stairs to our apartment I saw Sophie leaning against our open door arms behind her back Christoph voice came clear saying his dad figured since we’re vacating soon, they’d time the bathroom renovations for when the apartment’s empty. Sophie agreed it made sense. Then conversation shifted and she said she’d been thinking about him. He asked about me he thought I’d kill him last time. She said I was fine with what they did but if he went too far again I’d come looking. I peeked again seeing Sophie pressed against the door kissed hard her hands rubbing his back. I stood frozen staring up the stairs my gut twisting with nausea.

This felt like Sophie cheating plain and simple for her own pleasure behind my back. I crept up listening but hearing nothing. I wanted to confront Christoph but I knew it wasn’t just him; she’d pulled him inside. I backed away and went to the car and I thought she probably picking up where they left off. Then my phone pinged it was a text from Sophie saying Christoph was all over her to hurry but sneak in if I wanted to watch. I was confused, she was including me. I crept back ear to the door hearing nothing and cracked it open. The lounge was empty but Sophie’s moan echoed from the spare room and Christoph voice saying she was tight asking if she liked three fingers. She said she loved it begging him to make her cum.

I leaned against the hallway wall seeing the spare bed’s edge; Sophie on her back legs spread panties around one ankle his hands working between her thighs. Her tank top was bunched up and his cock trying to enter her. She giggled covering her pussy saying no. She stroked his cock against her belly and he groped her breasts. She urged him to cum huge. He groaned and his cum spilled over her belly and breasts. Sophie sat on an elbow wiping his cum eating it; He grabbed her hair asking her to suck him she refused saying it was too much stroking him instead, kissing his balls. She opened her mouth as he came swallowing his load.

I snapped out Sophie sat up Christoph fixing his pants saying she said I’d be cool. I told Christoph he was free up to now but if he touched her again he’d deal with me. He squeezed past and I followed shutting the door behind him;

Sophie was pulling on shorts looking unhappy saying it was unfair to threaten him that she started it. I cut her off dragging her to our bedroom flinging her onto the bed. She cried out but I straddled her covering her mouth pinning her wrists telling her to say stop or shut up. I put my cock into her pussy through her panties I pulled them aside as I thrust deeper. She fought flexing against me. I fucked her harder her orgasm hitting as I pinned her unloading inside her.

She said she didn’t understand. I stayed inside her, stroking her face, saying this went over the edge, that the balance between heartache and arousal tipped too far when she did it without me knowing. I said I needed a say in who and to be there. She said I was always part of it, that she didn’t want anyone without me, that she’d already decided not to repeat with Christoph. I asked what she meant. She said she didn’t want to do it with any guy too often. I said it scared me, seeing her pull him in without us talking. She said she thought I’d catch her, knowing I’d be home. I admitted I was on the stairs, feeling sick, thinking she was cheating. She apologized, saying it was just for fun. She said she felt the same, that my threat to Christoph scared her, that she didn’t want fights

She teased about trying other things not anal but public play sneaking and risking getting caught more daring than before

I just don’t understand this story. You get excited seeing her tease and sometimes play but you always want to hit somebody that touches her. Seems like you’re not emotionally ready for this. You give her some freedom but want to fight everyone who touches her. Sometimes fantasies are best left in the bedroom.

Can’t wait to hear more

Can’t wait to hear more

I had chat with Christoph, he tried to apologize, and I felt like a dick. I shared that with Sophie on Sunday that he wasn’t so bad, that our clash was more my issue than his, just a personality thing. I said I couldn’t accept his apology, it wasn’t his fault. I said I knew she stopped him, but the uncertainty froze me. She said she’d never let Christoph cum inside her. I said I was messed up, unsure how much was real since she didn’t know I was there. She said it was all a game.

She cleared breakfast dishes, then she hugged me from behind, saying she’d say hi to Christoph, wearing a tiny floral dress, short and low-cut, no bra, the sides showing her breasts. She asked if it was okay I said I wanted her to go like that. From the window, I watched through the blinds as she approached Christoph’s car in the garage, sitting in the back seat with him, chatting and laughing for ten minutes. I grabbed a coffee, and when I returned, Christoph was kissing her passionately. His hand moved along her thigh and her dress gathered revealing her panties.

Then another neighbor an older guy; He leaned in chatting with Sophie who laughed touching his arm and rubbing her neck. He put an arm around her waist, patting her butt as she pushed away. She bent forward and her dress gaping fully, both men staring at her breasts. Christoph edged closer watching too. Then she came home, she giggled saying the older guy was a horn dog that Christoph big mouth told him about their encounters. I felt her soaked panties, she was wet. She said they made her wet.

Oh man so fun! I think both will be fucking Sophie soon

Sophie went out with for after-work drinks; The party was her usual work crew . I went out, grabbed a meal got home by nine, surprised to find a text from Sophie, an hour old, saying not to freak out but Derek was there. My call went to voicemail, so I texted, asking if she was okay and what was happening. I grabbed my keys, ready to head out, but her reply buzzed in, saying everything was fine, to pick her up in an hour out front. I drove anyway, parking along from the beach bar, watching the party crowd.

Right on time, I pulled up front, and Sophie waved from a window table, hugging her friends before hurrying to the car. She said to turn down a narrow laneway, pointing to a spot between dumpsters behind the bar. She jumped out, waving me to a dark alcove by a fire exit, tugging her skirt up, telling me to fuck her. I pressed behind her, kissing her over her shoulder, finding her pussy , no panties. She said she didn’t wear any, begging me to fuck her. The thought she might’ve been fucked already turned me, smacking against her butt. Footsteps and male voices stopped nearby, two guys watching. Sophie said she didn’t mind, and one urged me to fuck her, recognizing her from the bar. I pulled her top and bra down as her tits bouncing as I fucked her. The guys shifting for a better view. The guys backed off as people approached, and I helped Sophie fix her clothes, tucking her bra in my pocket.

One guy, Chris, offered a smoke, and we chatted. He was a bar employee, called back inside by security. The other, Aaron, introduced himself, guessing Sophie’s name wrong. She corrected him, saying I was her husband, and he laughed, saying our alleyway rendezvous explained why he got nowhere dancing with her. Sophie teased he got plenty of dances, but that was it. Aaron left, calling it hot, and Sophie suggested coffee. She said she loved them seeing her like that, that other men wanted her too. At the cafe, she said she danced with Derek, he pressed her against a wall, kissing her. She said their kisses turned her on for me. Derek was back for a deal, staying two weeks.

I think I’m in love! Please continue!

Last night, I got home late from a two-day trip dog-tired. Lying in bed with Sophie she looked up saying she had to tell me something that might freak me out. She said Derek was at the beach bar again yesterday, and stuff happened. I had asked what exactly happened because I’d told her he was off-limits. She said she should’ve pushed him away; I pressed for details. She admitted he took her to his room, wanting her to suck him off and she did and swallowing his huge load. She spread her legs for him to lick her out then he told her to strip her blouse and bra, tit-fucking her and cumming in her mouth again. He kept her panties and bra as trophies

Man so hot send her to the bar again tonight

Man so hot send her to the bar again tonight

Wow she really is out of control - what are you waiting for to really turn her loose and let her get fucked? It will be easier if you give her permission and she isn't "cheating" on you.