Our Hotwives

I sat on the couch watching The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and felt the excitement building. It was a Friday night and the kids were fast asleep in their bedrooms. I swirled a bourbon on the rocks and wondered if I was crazy or the luckiest guy in the world. It was midnight now and this was The Maginot Line on whether my wife was just having a glass of wine with the other waitresses or if something more sinister was afoot. We were 35 years old, an attractive couple, married 10 years, and feeling a little frisky. Liz had obviously felt a surge of hormones and restlessness, despite our happy marriage. Her job at the restaurant had introduced her to a younger crowd and everyone wanted to party. I noticed an interest in what was going on at the restaurant. I teased her about the guys she worked with and her response was interesting. She admitted that younger guys were flirting with her and she wondered if I minded. Taken aback, I stammered a bit and said "No,I didn't mind at all". Her look gave me pause as she cooed "Are you sure"?

I had developed a strange fantasy for about the last year of my wife being with another guy and getting really turned on by him. There was no name for this fantasy slipping into my thoughts more and more often. We had developed an erotic sex life with date nights, lingerie, stockings, high heels, hair, eyes vividly made-up, red lipstick, nails perfect and manicured a matching vivid red. Candle light, music, wine or champagne, and pot would get us to a frenzied state and the lovemaking was incredible. I always sensed a desire for more in my wife and as we got comfortably numb on a Saturday night, I would broach the subject of her attractions to other men. It was terrifying but thrilling to hear her talk about past boyfriends, recent flirtations, and possible attractions. Her demeanor and dress grew increasingly sexual and provocative the longer she worked at this restaurant. My reaction to her sexy talk was over the top and I would attack her like a lusty teenager. She was very surprised by my obvious turned-on reaction and she would make subtle comments and drop hints in our conversations. Then, the inevitable happened. She and a younger cook (9 years her junior and single) were flirting and making eyes at each other. Despite the fact that he was dating one of the other waitresses (and a friend of Liz's), their attraction to each other was obvious. One day he brought her a cup of coffee when she arrived for her shift (looking stunning as usual) and they had a little heart to heart. He invited her to stop by his apartment one day for tea. She accepted and blushed. He only lived about a mile from our house so it was easy for Lizzy to stop by while the kids were in school. Two or three visits brought an easiness to their meetings and they would just kiss a little then say goodbye. But, one fateful Holy Thursday afternoon would find them sipping tea to a different vibe. There was sex in the air and they both knew it. He asked her to sit on the couch instead of the kitchen table. They started making out, lust reared it's ugly head and they started french kissing and rubbing each other in intimate places. Clothes started coming off and genitals were exposed to each other. They fucked right there on his couch, he put on a condom, only to have it break at some point, discovered only well after he came inside of her.

Liz was mortified and called in sick the next day.

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Sat Dec 12, 2020 6:21 pm

I sat on the couch watching The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson and felt the excitement building. It was a Friday night and the kids were fast asleep in their bedrooms. I swirled a bourbon on the rocks and wondered if I was crazy or the luckiest guy in the world. It was midnight now and this was The Maginot Line on whether my wife was just having a glass of wine with the other waitresses or if something more sinister was afoot. We were 35 years old, an attractive couple, married 10 years, and feeling a little frisky. Liz had obviously felt a surge of hormones and restlessness, despite our happy marriage. Her job at the restaurant had introduced her to a younger crowd and everyone wanted to party. I noticed an interest in what was going on at the restaurant. I teased her about the guys she worked with and her response was interesting. She admitted that younger guys were flirting with her and she wondered if I minded. Taken aback, I stammered a bit and said "No,I didn't mind at all". Her look gave me pause as she cooed "Are you sure"?

I had developed a strange fantasy for about the last year of my wife being with another guy and getting really turned on by him. There was no name for this fantasy slipping into my thoughts more and more often. We had developed an erotic sex life with date nights, lingerie, stockings, high heels, hair, eyes vividly made-up, red lipstick, nails perfect and manicured a matching vivid red. Candle light, music, wine or champagne, and pot would get us to a frenzied state and the lovemaking was incredible. I always sensed a desire for more in my wife and as we got comfortably numb on a Saturday night, I would broach the subject of her attractions to other men. It was terrifying but thrilling to hear her talk about past boyfriends, recent flirtations, and possible attractions. Her demeanor and dress grew increasingly sexual and provocative the longer she worked at this restaurant. My reaction to her sexy talk was over the top and I would attack her like a lusty teenager. She was very surprised by my obvious turned-on reaction and she would make subtle comments and drop hints in our conversations. Then, the inevitable happened. She and a younger cook (9 years her junior and single) were flirting and making eyes at each other. Despite the fact that he was dating one of the other waitresses (and a friend of Liz's), their attraction to each other was obvious. One day he brought her a cup of coffee when she arrived for her shift (looking stunning as usual) and they had a little heart to heart. He invited her to stop by his apartment one day for tea. She accepted and blushed. He only lived about a mile from our house so it was easy for Lizzy to stop by while the kids were in school. Two or three visits brought an easiness to their meetings and they would just kiss a little then say goodbye. But, one fateful Holy Thursday afternoon would find them sipping tea to a different vibe. There was sex in the air and they both knew it. He asked her to sit on the couch instead of the kitchen table. They started making out, lust reared it's ugly head and they started french kissing and rubbing each other in intimate places. Clothes started coming off and genitals were exposed to each other. They fucked right there on his couch, he put on a condom, only to have it break at some point, discovered only well after he came inside of her.

Liz was mortified and called in sick the next day.

Good shit Lizzy, as per usual

She was feeling tremendous Catholic guilt as she explained to me what happened one morning before I left for work. I was secretly thrilled but wanted to comfort her in her obvious distress. She did not use birth control since I had had a vasectomy after our 2nd child was born. She was worried about his condom breaking but also felt guilt about being a mother and a wife and doing something so crazy. Not to mention with one of her best friend's boyfriend. It was all so out of character for her self image. She swore it wouldn't happen again. After a few days she calmed down and seemed to take it in stride as the experience assimilated. She worked her shifts the following week and had casual interactions with Jim. Her anxiety subsided and we could enjoy and talk about her extraordinary experience during our sexy date nights. About 3 weeks after her unholy liaison, we were passing a joint back and forth on a Saturday night and she looked ravishing in a tight bustier, stiletto heels, and thigh high hose. I started teasing her about the condom breaking and she gave me a daring look.

"Would you mind if I went over Jim's again"? I almost choked on the joint in my mouth.

"What? Oh my God. Are you serious?" was all I could muster as my cock rose under my pajamas.

"Well, I've been thinking about it and maybe I could try it one more time just to see if we're right for each other" she said with aplomb. A hint of daring showed in her eyes and I was floored by the change in her attitude in just a few weeks. I felt an opportunity.

"Well, that would be exciting to try again. If that's what you want, baby, it's OK with me."

"Really? You would be OK with that?" she smiled seductively as the ganja took over our libidos. She noticed the rock hard penis rising in my pajama bottoms and she reached out to stroke me.

'Oh, my. You do like this, don't you? Maybe I'll try to get him alone Tuesday night and talk to him about Friday night. Would you mind if I went to his place after work? It would be late. Only if you don't mind." I gulped.

"No. I don't mind, babe. I'll be here to mind the kids." Wow, what a change in mind set, I thought. She was craving having sex with this guy again.

So there I sat on the couch nursing my bourbon on the rocks until the ice melted. I hadn't seen her leave for work as she left before I got home from work but I knew she would look her best to play up to him in a seductive way. She started a trend of wearing shorter skirts to work and most of the younger gals tried to keep up with her sexiness. My anxiety only increased as the clock hit 12:30 a.m. I was tired from being up since 6 a.m. and a full day at the office. I turned off Johnny and made my way to bed. I laid in the dark bedroom listening for the sound of her car that didn't come. I slept for maybe an hour and woke with butterflies in my stomach knowing she was at his place. The reality was hard to take. It was one thing to meet in the afternoon for a cup of tea but this was more secretive, late at night, and scary. I didn't know Jim but I had met him a couple of times at functions. A decent looking guy, not much taller than me and slender. Not a threat, just a fantasy. He was of French Canadian heritage and just seemed like a regular, younger guy. My excitement and anxiety caused me to toss and turn and sleep fitfully until, finally, I heard the familiar sound of her car engine pull into the driveway. I looked at the bedside clock. It was 3:30 a.m. My heart started pounding as I heard her enter the kitchen from the garage. She slipped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. About 5 minutes later the bedroom door opened and I squinted as she entered the room. She came around to my side of the bed and sat down beside me. Even in the dark I could tell she was glowing. I was astounded at the obvious female reaction to great sex. I asked her if she had a good time and she smiled and asked if I wanted to hear about it.

She rose and stripped out of her work uniform of skirt, white blouse, stockings, and shoes. The bra fell to the floor and she grabbed the bottle of baby oil she always kept in her bedside drawer. Pulling the covers down, Liz drew close to my side and I took all of her in. Her scent, her body language, the marks on her neck were all overwhelming my senses and I began to shake. She warmed me with her body until I calmed down. Slowly, she pulled down my bottoms exposing my obvious excited cock.

"Oh, my", she teased. "What's so exciting, baby?"

"You know". I said haltingly.

"Do you want to hear about my evening with Jim?" she purred as she opened the bottle of silky, slippery oil. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She glowed, she looked like a new woman. Her shapely 5'5", 115 lb. body was glistening from an experience I could only try to envision.

"Oh, God, yes" I pleaded.

"Well, I took special care to look really good before I went to work and he was really excited to see me. He brought me a cup of coffee and we connected immediately. I guess I was sending vibes that turned him on. He asked me if I wanted to stop by after work. I accepted, as our eyes danced with obvious attraction. We made eye contact through the evening with a knowing look. He finished his work and left first. I cashed out and had a glass of wine with the girls to just seem normal. Finally, I excused myself, went to the ladies and freshened up my make-up as much as I could. got in my car, and drove towards his apartment."

"Were you nervous?" I asked as she started to pour the oil over my penis.

"Yes! Incredibly so. I don't know why. I guess it was the realization that I was making a conscious choice. Is that OK with you?"

"of course, baby" I gulped trying to seem calm.

"I got there about 11:30 p.m., parked behind his apartment building, and walked up the back staircase as he instructed. I knocked softly and he opened the door in a flash. We hugged and I asked for a glass of wine. He told me to sit on the (infamous) couch as he opened a nice bottle of white wine. His apartment was nothing fancy, but it was clean and he took good care of it. He had taken the care to light a few candles and put on some nice blues music. We relaxed for awhile and chatted. He must have taken a shower as he seemed and smelled very clean. I liked that. I was comfortable there with him. By the time I had my 3rd glass of wine of the night, I was getting horny and wanted to smoke some weed. I asked him if he would mind and, of course, he said "please, light up". So, I did. We passed the joint back and forth as we talked and laughed about people at the restaurant. I had to go to the bathroom and when I returned he took me in his arms and started making out with me."

Now she was stroking my cock with a soft, sensuous touch that was driving me crazy. I took in her amazing body as she lay next to me telling me her darkest secret. My life was complete.

"He flicked my lips with his tongue and we started exploring each other with our mouths. It was very sensuous. He's a really good kisser and being stoned, it became very erotic. We were just in bliss, like we had all the time in the world, but my pussy was getting turned on and wanted him badly. Does this upset you?" she asked bluntly.

"No, no. My God. I love it."

"Really?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Really" I said emphatically. Content with my answer, she went back to her stroking and resumed her story.

"We were really going at it and he slipped his hand under my blouse and reached under my bra and started pinching my nipple. You know how sensitive my nipples are, (they are bigger than erasers when engorged) and I started moaning. I started unbuttoning his shirt and got him topless. I started kissing his chest and worked my way down to his sweat pants. I pulled them down and there it was right in front of my face. His cock was crazy hard and I started licking it and kissing the head softly. That drove him crazy and he kept asking me where I learned to do that so well. I said I learned from experience and his was the nicest cock I had ever seen."

"Wow. Was it big?" I asked bluntly. She looked at me with lust in her eyes and just nodded. It was stunningly obvious her trepidation of a few weeks ago was gone and I was witnessing the full blooming of a woman's sexuality.

"I gave him a long, sensuous, sexy BJ until he stopped me and said that we should go into his bedroom. I sauntered in as he brought some candles in for ambiance and I slowly undressed and slipped under his covers. He dropped his sweats on the floor and his dick was bouncing as he got in to bed with me. I giggled and he was all over me again. He nibbled on my ears, bit my neck, sucked on my nipples, and then...he went down on me."

Her slender, well-oiled fingers never stopped stroking my aching cock and I had to stop her for a minute as the story got more and more intense.

She continued "He grabbed me by the hips and dove into my pussy like a madman. He was so dominant. I was gushing like never before. The more juices I leaked, the more turned on he became. He was crazed. I just fell under his spell and he ate me out, baby."

She looked at me for my reaction and I just laid there spellbound, not believing this was my wife talking. I started shaking again. She threw the covers over me until I could continue.

"I came twice on his tongue and he slurped up everything I secreted. I was frantic for his cock. He held back. I think he wanted to tease me a bit just to make me beg for him."

"Did you?"

Looking down at my swollen cock, she nodded affirmatively. I was beside myself.

"He put on a big condom and mounted me and we stared into each other's eyes as he slowly and teasingly inserted his cock inside of me. I was frantically pushing up towards him trying to get more of him in me. He was determined to make me his and he very slowly started stroking in and out of me. I was gushing all over him. Oh, baby. He's got the most beautiful cock. I couldn't tell you last time but it's huge...and thick. He stretches me and fills me like no other man ever has."

I'm an average 6"-6 1/2" inches and not thick at all, so this hit home and scared me to death. She was in lust with this young master swordsman. I couldn't have stopped her if I wanted to...and I didn't.

"He started fucking me in earnest and I moaned and whimpered...and told him to keep fucking me. I never felt so full of cock and satisfied. It was a nirvana I never knew was possible. He fucked me like a rag doll and I only encouraged him. It was crazy. How could he fuck like that? He was amazing. I came and came as he threw me around his bed and made me his slut. I begged him not to stop. I wanted more. Finally, after I don't know how long, he came and filled the condom. We calmed down and he went to the bathroom to clean up and get rid of the condom. I stared at the ceiling and couldn't believe what I was doing. But, at this point, I didn't care. This was just too good. When he came back to the bedroom, I excused myself to his bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an incredibly sexy woman staring back at me. I was unashamedly proud of myself. This was living life to the hilt...and my husband was onboard. I brushed my hair, freshened my make-up, and carefully applied fresh lipstick. I looked luscious, orgasmic, a fully realized woman. I tiptoed back into his bedroom and found him sprawled naked on his bed. His cock was still glistening from our mutual love juices and looked delightful. He wasn't hiding anything. I laid down next to him like I'm doing now with you and asked if he had any lotion or oil. He reached into his night stand and pulled out a bottle of oil. I took it from him and started pouring it all over his dick. He laughed and I asked what was the matter. He said I must want more. I smiled and said I did. Then I massaged and stroked his cock to another beautiful erection, slippery with the oil. I asked if I could get on top. He just smiled. I put down the bottle and straddled him and slowly placed his dick head at the opening of my pussy. We both knew what was happening. This time I didn't want to use a condom. I wanted to feel his skin on my skin. I wanted our juices to comingle inside of me... and stay there."





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"Our bodies melded...and melted, together as the erotic blues music played in the background, and the candles flickered, and all was well with the world. I gave him the most sensuous dance on his dick he's ever known (he told me so later). The ganja still had us horny for each other and we made love for what seemed like forever. He lasted as long as he liked (and I wanted). He was amazing again, just lying there, with that cock pleasuring me. I couldn't get enough and felt my whole body start to convulse as waves of orgasm swept over me as I took him deep inside my cunt...over and over and over again. Oh, baby, he fucked me for an hour straight without stopping and he actually made me scream at one point. He didn't care if any neighbors heard, he just kept fucking me. I didn't care either. I was cumming all over his dick and the bed was soaked. I hate to say it, but , he came inside me without any protection. I'm still leaking his cum. I think I'd better go back on the pill."

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But in the light of day, after the intoxication of Jim wore off, there was still some remorse and trepidation. The struggle between the slut and the madonna continued. A couple of weeks passed without incident and any inquiries were politely rebuffed so I didn't know what to think. Her appearance only improved as she took special care to exercise, tan a bit, get her hair done, and always had stunning red nails. The strawberry blond bombshell was emerging in full force and view of the world. About 2 weeks after her divine night with Jim, we were alone on a Saturday night (sleepovers), and we decided to sit outside after dinner before starting some nice marital sex in the bedroom. Liz looked stunning in a brief red jumper as we sat in the backyard enjoying a warm, summer night. I felt a spark of devilish daring start to stir in her as we sipped our wine. She was oozing like she does when she's feeling frisky.

"Do you want me to roll a joint?" she asked seductively. A tingle of sexual charge ran up my chest from my stomach.

"Sure!" I answered with a grin. She ran in the house and emerged with a nice doobie about 5 minutes later. I noticed her make-up was freshened up even more than it was. I felt a seduction descending upon me. I lit the joint as she took the first puff and I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Fair, smooth, soft skin, high cheek bones, slender nose, supple lips and mouth, and the most erotic, almond-shaped, blue eyes you've ever seen. I knew I was a lucky man but sometimes she just blew me away. We got comfortably numb and turned-on by the ganja. Soon her eyes were gazing at me with desire.

"Do you want to take a shower together?" she giggled as my eyes widened. A shower with Liz was an adventure, but a stoned shower with Liz was not to be believed. I nodded and we made our way inside. She stripped and started the hot shower, then wrapped her hair in a towel giving her features an even more exotic look. What a beauty. I disrobed in a flash and entered the shower tub first. She followed and started soaping my back as I enjoyed the hot stream of water. I turned around and started soaping her back as she worked on her front. A sensuous feeling surrounded us as we washed each other's bodies. My erection was apparent and she took notice.

"Let me wash your hair", as I started to rinse off.

"Sure, baby. That would be great" I uttered as my excitement grew. She stood behind me and lathered and lathered my head of blond hair. Then the moment I had been waiting for happened when she reached around and engulfed my hard cock with a handful of soft, slippery shampoo. She stroked me in a very temptress kind of way. I knew something was afoot.

"Have you thought about me seeing Jim?", was her opening gambit and I almost fainted. I was breathless.

"Oh, God, yeah." was my hurried response.

"What have you been thinking?", she whispered seductively in my ear as she continued to stroke me. I felt lightheaded as the hot water cascaded down on me and her touching me was making my heart pound. I gulped.

"I thought it was really exciting...and I think you enjoyed it, too."

"I did". Then there was a long pause.

"Would you mind if I saw him again?" she asked softly. I had to stop her from stroking me for a minute as I knew I was close to cumming.

"Does this excite you, baby?. Do you want me to be with Jim again? I will but only if you really want me to." I was beside myself with excitement and angst. I let her begin stroking again as I held on to the shower walls.

"You know it really excites me. It's OK with me. Do you really want to see him again?"

"I think I do. I've been thinking about him a lot but I want to be sure you're OK with everything. This could get a little crazy if you know what I mean. I think we can handle it if I see Jim every week or two after work. You don't mind me being out so late?"

"No, no..." I repeated several times. It was hard to talk being so stoned and turned-on by her blunt, sexy talk about her budding relationship.

"I know he's interested. He keeps making eyes at me while we're working. He was amazing that night." I shuddered as her hand stroking my dick coincided with her verbal stroking. She placed her head on my back and hugged me.

"Ok, I'll accept his next invitation when he brings me a cup of coffee. Should I look really good for him when I go to work on Friday, baby?"

"Oh, God...yes...you must!" I managed as her hand milked me for every drop.

"OK, I will."

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The workweek passed slowly as we performed our work, parental, and marital chores dutifully. Liz was coy about our previous Saturday night and I was searching for clues as to her mindset about Jim. Usually I would not see her before she set off for work as I was still at work. As luck would have it, this Friday I had a regional meeting at work nearby where they would give us lunch, a pep talk, and pass out our bonus checks, so I told Lizzy I would probably be home early. I was in an ebullient mood as I headed home with bonus check intact but didn't know what to expect when I got home. A sense of anticipation started to rise in my chest as I turned into our driveway. If there was any doubt in my mind about her intentions, it was quickly dispelled when I walked through the kitchen and turned into the open bathroom door. There stood a vision with rollers in her hair, in stockinged feet, push-up black wonder bra, applying her eye make-up. She looked like a Broadway starlet preparing for her opening night or at least a hot woman primping to go to a wedding or holiday party.

"Hi, baby!", she said excitedly. My wife of 10 years slid over to me and gave me a smooch with freshly lipsticked lips. Her scent was divine, perfumed, and bathed, lotioned, softened to perfection. I stood in the doorway and watched her complete the process of becoming gorgeous.

"Do I have too much eye make-up on?", She queried as I stared in wonderment. I would never admit it if she were. Her eyes grew more mesmerizing the more make-up she applied.

"No, no way. You just look great" I stammered. I was witnessing my fantasy woman transform herself into that vixen usually reserved for me on a Saturday night. This effort was now becoming a parallel reality, obviously with someone else in mind. My stomach felt a little queasy. I went into the bedroom and changed out of my work clothes. Liz emerged from the bathroom looking stunning. She put on her white work blouse and buttoned it to just above her wonder bra. I wondered how low it would be buttoned when she walked into Jim's. She was in a rush to leave for work so I walked her out to the garage. She turned and gave me a look that spoke volumes. She gave me a peck without disturbing her lipstick and said "I love you".

I watched her stride outside and admired her shapely ass tucked into her tight black skirt. I was feeling all kinds of emotions as she drove off, not knowing what time she would be home. The rest of the evening was a routine blur making dinner for the kids, watching some baseball on TV, and getting the young ones to bed. Time would now slow down to a snail's pace.

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Let's see how risky she plays this time and how intense their crush and connection becomes

Well done!!!

Please continue, such a hot story. It’s got me imagining what could happen if my wife takes the leap

I struggled to remain calm as the night grew older and darker. 2 or 3 bourbons on the couch had me nodding off so I decided to head to bed once again. It was just after midnight and, obviously, it was on. My heart flipped and flopped as the bourbon and my emotions had their expected results. Sleeping fitfully at first, I at last fell into a nice, comfortable sleep as I knew she was having fun and all was well. I woke with a start when I heard the sound of her car pulling in the driveway. I looked at the clock and got butterflies when I saw 4:00 a.m. staring back at me. The garage door opened and I heard footsteps proceed to the bathroom, then the bedroom door opened. There she was, smiling adoringly, still looking ravishing in her work blouse and skirt, a bit disheveled, and smelling of sex. She stripped, put on her sleeping duds, and asked if we could postpone our tell all session until the following night. She was exhausted and sore. I concurred and we fell fast asleep.

The next day I kept staring at her as her sexuality was oozing through all the expected chores of parenthood and domesticity. I marveled at her ability to compartmentalize her responsibilities from her wanton desires. By 10 p.m. we locked ourselves in the playroom with candles, wine, and music. She didn't disappoint when it came time to get all dolled-up. Her slender, shapely body in lingerie, heels, and stockings left me weak sometimes. Looking every bit as glamorous as when she left for work the day before I set about pouring the wine as she brought the magic box and started rolling a joint. I tried hard to maintain my composure as this incredible female sat next to me, her perfume seducing me, and asked me to light the doobie she held between her freshly manicured fingers. Our conversation drew closer and closer to the sexual tension building in the room as we drank and toked our way to exquisite bliss and desire. Finally, with an alluring look, she popped the question.

"So, do you want to hear about last night?". I think I answered before she finished the question.

"Can I rub baby oil on you while I tell you?". I put down my glass of wine and stripped. I reclined as she lay by my side and started pouring oil on my chest and abdomen. Her hand spread the oil slowly over my skin teasing me by staying away from my aching cock.

"So, I got to work as usual and I knew I looked really good. I felt like I really looked good for a change. Jim noticed me right away and brought me a cup of coffee. I could tell he was obviously excited and that made me feel good. He kept complementing me on how great I looked and I kept blushing and thanking him. We agreed to meet at his place after work. Every time I went in the kitchen during my shift I got tingles when he looked at me. I couldn't believe I was reacting like this. He's much younger than us. How does this guy do this to me, baby? Anyway, the night went by quickly and I cashed out, freshened up in the ladies room, and got in my car.

When I got to Jim's I was surprised to see him waiting for me in the lot behind his apartment where I usually parked. He got in and said that his younger brother was home and had friends over. This hadn't been a problem before since he was always out late and slept at friends on weekends after partying. But, not tonight. So, I asked him if he wanted to go for drive. We rode a few miles out to the country and I parked in a nice secluded spot. We talked for awhile and I told him I wanted him to kiss me".

Now her hand was spreading the oil up and down my thighs drawing ever closer to my straining dick.

"We kissed for awhile and started getting turned on. He ran his hand up my skirt and started rubbing my pussy. I told him I wanted him. We both wanted to do it but the car was so small. He told me that he owned a small trailer and it was parked in a lot only a mile or two from where we were. I said 'let's go' and we were off. It wasn't big by any means, one of those aluminum trailers you see people towing on their vacations. He opened the door with a key and ushered me in. It was hot inside and we opened the few windows. I opened the bottle of wine I brought to drink at his apartment and we settled down on the little daybed. After a glass or two of wine we started kissing again and he interrupted to ask if I would mind if he took a quick shower since he hadn't been able to with his brother home. I said 'sure' and he headed to the tiny bathroom and shower stall. He left the accordion door open and I watched as he stripped, got in the shower, and started soaping himself. I decided to take out the joint I had in my pocketbook and lit up. As I admired his young body I got more and more turned on watching him. His cock was visible through the glass and it hung halfway down his thigh. It was driving me crazy as I got stoned. He got out of the shower, toweled off, and threw on his pants. I passed the joint to him and he smiled as he drew in a deep toke. I decided to tease him a bit. I asked if I could take a quick shower, too. He laughed and said 'of course'. I took my time undressing in the tiny bathroom knowing he could see everything. I wrapped a towel around my hair and stepped in. The water felt so refreshing, especially being stoned. I was feeling very sexy by this time so I put on a little show . I soaped up my breasts and faced him knowing he could see me. I knew my wet body sparkled in the dim light and vamped it up by paying special attention to my private parts and my behind. I dried off, took off the towel from my head and wrapped it around my body, knowing that would look very inviting. I could tell he was stoned by this time and I started kissing him and reaching for his cock. He was hard already and our excitement was over the top. We fell back on the little bed and he tore the towel off me like a madman. He dove right down on me and started licking and kissing me down there like crazy. I started moaning and panting. He was making me crazy! I begged him to fuck me with that beautiful cock of his and he picked me up and placed me on the kitchen counter and I guided him into my pussy".

Now her slippery hand was full on massaging my penis with periodic strokes over my abdomen and thighs. My breathing grew labored as she continued.

"He was so hard and full it took a few minutes for him to get all the way inside of me even though I was very wet. I couldn't wait to get all of him. He stretched me until we were one. I locked my legs around him and he started fucking me. Oh, baby. Long, slow strokes until I begged him to fuck me hard. He grabbed my hips and we fucked...hard...and long. He kept asking me if I enjoyed his cock and, of course, I kept saying 'yes' ,'yes', 'don't stop'. At one point he was teasing me with the long, slow strokes again and I looked down and couldn't believe the size of his cock. It was so long and so thick, I didn't know how it could fit inside of me. It was covered with my cream and pussy juices and each time he pulled out it was covered with more of me. The trailer started to rock back and forth. We laughed but I told him not to stop. I was close. He pulled my hair back and started ramming me as hard as I've ever been fucked. I held on for dear life. My body started shaking as the tingles rose up my calves to my thighs to my pussy. I let out a scream that even scared him. I came and came until I collapsed in his arms. He picked me up and laid me down on the bed until I recovered. I took him in my mouth and gave him the BJ of his life. He came in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but it was too much to contain".

With this story completed she asked if I would mind if she took care of me. She was way too sore to contemplate making love. I knew we had crossed some kind of a threshold but I nodded 'yes'.

"Are you going to see him again?", I asked weakly.

"Would you mind? I would like to. I'll tell you great stories when I get home", she teased as her hand and mouth consumed me.

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Our life had changed. I was married to a woman who was enjoying sex with another (younger) man. We were only 35 but my best days were behind me and, somehow, I understood the biology and psychology of it. A woman has a tremendous sex drive but tries to control it and appear "normal" in society. Underneath her facade, in any lucky man's wife, lies a tigress yearning to let her inner slut loose. Her fantasies stray from man to man. Men she works with. Men she knows in the supermarket. Men in the neighborhood. Her hormones were obviously raging and she was reaching her sexual peak in her mid and late thirties while my penis couldn't seem to keep up with my fantasies. She wanted more and I couldn't provide it, so, consequently, it was time to give my wife a little freedom to explore her wild side. She didn't disappoint. Her new job as a waitress led right into her (our) desires. The more she got to know her work mates and socialized with them, the crazier it got.

After this latest episode with Jim, it was time for the annual picnic the owners of the restaurant held at a local park. It was a family affair but drinking, and some toking, was prevalent among the young crowd. Liz was an enthusiastic participant. I mostly hung back and looked after the kids and observed my luscious wife enjoying herself with her newly acquired work friends. I knew who her paramour was since I had met him briefly at a Christmas party, so no introductions were necessary. He kind of avoided me and I quietly observed him knowing this strange dynamic was our secret reality. Liz looked ravishing and I was getting a little jealous at the attention she drew from the males she had befriended at the restaurant. They were obviously at a familiar stage. I wondered just how much of a flirt she was at work. At one point, late in the event, I noticed her and Jim talking quietly together off to the side. No one seemed to notice anything untoward and I took in the visual of their private conversation. The event ended and we made it home safe and sound. I convinced her to have one more glass of wine with me after the kids were tucked in. She seemed turned on by the social interactions of the afternoon and the drinking had her in a buoyant mood. We sat on our bed in private and I started questioning her about the day. She admitted to flirting a bit with some of the guys but was surprised by the flirting directed towards her. I told her how beautiful she was and how men go crazy for a woman like her. She found it amazing that men would look at her that way knowing she was married and a mother of two. She never expected that would happen. I assured her it would never deter a horny male. I asked about Jim. She said it was a little awkward but she thought it went smoothly, especially with Jim's girlfriend, Laurie, being there. Liz and Laurie had become good friends and this was really weighing on her mind. Laurie had begun to confide in Liz about her relationship with Jim and the troubles they were having. Trying to maintain some semblance of objectivity, Lizzy advised her to take things slow and just see if it worked out. Little did the unsuspecting Laurie know that her older, married friend was fucking her boyfriend more often then she was.

As we relaxed on the bed and talked about her flirtations, her horniness started to show. Before I knew it I was delightfully surprised to see her reaching for the baby oil and asking me to shed my jeans and underwear. I gladly complied and soon enough my penis was glistening in her grip. She expressed concern about what she was doing with Jim and I had to assure her it was our choice and I was fine with it.

"Really?, really, baby?", she asked in a serious tone as her hand worked it's magic on my cock. I instinctively knew she was looking for reassurance and I tried to provide it.

"You are a stunning woman and I'm enjoying this little adventure very much. I think you know that."

"I know you are, but this is a little crazy. What if Laurie ever found out about Jim and me?"

"You just have to be careful and don't be obvious when you're all together" was the best I could come up with.

"I couldn't believe this but she told me the sex was really great between them but he was so big it sometimes hurt. Can you believe she told me that?"

We both had to laugh at that one. The best I could come up with again was that it was amazing that he could satisfy two women. She smiled. I sensed her desire for possessiveness.

"You want him all to yourself, don't you?", I teased. Her answer was stunningly honest.

"I do. Why can't he just be happy with me?". I had to pull her hand away from my engorged cock. This was getting too exciting. Wow, first she took a leap into adultery and now she wanted fidelity from her budding boyfriend who was single and 9 years her junior.

"I'm sure he's much more excited to be with you, baby, than her", I offered. I knew she had to be much more experienced than Laurie. She didn't impress me as a very passionate woman when I had met her. Liz smiled again as her stroking continued.

"I think he is" she giggled.

"He's an amazing lover, baby. Are you OK with that?", she asked with piercing eyes. My heart started moving into my throat as I groped for an answer.

"I wanted you to do this, so, I'm really glad that he is. Are you going to start seeing him on a regular basis?".

"Only if it's alright with you. His brother is a problem if he's home. I guess we'll work it out", was her blunt response. I felt my calves start to tingle. This was developing into a full fledged affair very quickly. We had crossed the Rubicon into uncharted territory.

"He mentioned a decent motel on the highway between the restaurant and his place today. Would you mind if I met him there after work next Friday?"

"Oh, so that's what you were talking about at the picnic!". She blushed a bit.

"Well, sort of. He was making eyes at me and I had a few drinks, so we were kind of co-conspirators".

"What else were you two talking about?" I tempted. She blushed, hesitated.

"He said he wanted to take me in the woods and fuck me ". Gulp.

"And what did you say?"

"I said I wished we could. Is it OK if I meet him Friday night, baby. I'll tell you a great story when I get home no matter how late it is". Her lust and desire were on full display now and there was no denying it. There was no going back. We were on a roller coaster and couldn't get off if we wanted to. I came in her seductive mouth.

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The liaisons continued through the summer and the stories were driving me crazy each week as her sexuality and illicit relationship continued to blossom. Then, one Friday night in August, things changed. Liz walked in about 2 a.m. and was obviously furious. I waited for her to come to bed and get an explanation. She sat up rigidly against the headboard and vented her anger. I sat up and listened.

"We went out as a group to the local bar after work and people were shooting pool and just hanging out and drinking. Jim looked upset about something and I asked him what was the matter. He told me that Laurie had broken up with him earlier that evening. He was really bummed out and that kind of upset me. I didn't think he was so attached to her." I could see her pride was hurt.

"He was really acting like that to you?" I asked.

"Yes, and it was pissing me off. I kind of ignored him the rest of the night and didn't bother to say goodnight when I left. I don't know if I want to see him again."

I could see she was venting so I decided to just let her let it out. I felt like a confidante, almost like a girlfriend of hers, listening to her talk about her boyfriend problems. I couldn't help but see the humor in the situation but kept it to myself. She calmed down and we got to sleep. The next day and for the next week or so, she did not want to discuss anything concerning Jim. I let it go and kept a wait-and-see attitude, but I knew the wheels were turning in my fair wife's brain. About 3 weeks later she stayed out really late and I knew she must have seen Jim. She came home and promptly wanted to go to sleep with a promise to tell me everything the next night. Date night.

My angst and excitement were off the charts. Firstly, because it had been a month or so since she had been with Jim and what transpired the previous evening was a total mystery. She was coy throughout the day, then a little more flirtatious after dinner and a couple glasses of wine. My excitement only grew. She disappeared into the bathroom as I got the kids to bed and started setting the scene in our private playroom with candles, music, oil, and pot. I got into my silk bathrobe and waited patiently for her to come up the stairs. She didn't disappoint. A vision emerged in the room and a blond bombshell in high heels, stockings, and tight bustier sat down beside me. I complemented her exquisite look. I knew my hot wife was back. She was literally glowing. She smiled and thanked me. We proceeded to get comfortably uninhibited and my nervousness showed. The suspense was killing me.

"Are you alright, baby?" She asked innocently as I started to shiver.

"Yes, I'm just dying to hear what's going on with you and Jim. You haven't said anything for weeks."

"Oh, well then let's get comfortable and I'll tell you everything" she purred in her most seductive voice. The anger was long gone and the seductress was in total control of the situation. I shed my robe and handed her the massage oil. She cuddled up next to me and proceeded to tell me her tale. I noticed everything about her was fresh and vibrant. Manicure, pedicure, hair appointment, tanning. She anointed my penis with oil and began to talk.

"You know I was very angry with Jim after his break-up with Laurie. I thought he would be relieved somehow. I didn't even talk to him at work for two weeks. Then I was home every day alone and kept thinking about him. I knew he missed me, too, so one day this week it all fell into place for me. I was going to challenge him. Remember what I used to do in our early days when you were away on your business trips?"

"Oh my God." I gulped. I sure did remember the stories of her pleasuring herself while alone at home.

"Yeah, so Wednesday the kids went off to school and I was alone. I locked the doors and took a long, hot shower. I shaved my legs and made my skin silky smooth all over. I was feeling so horny. I washed and set my hair. Then I spent a long time in front of the bathroom mirror and put on my make-up like I was a concubine or someone's mistress. I even took a toke or two to really get into it. Hmm...it was working. I was getting really turned on.
It was barely after noon but I poured myself a glass of wine and picked out some really sexy lingerie. You know that little leather thing that barely covers my ass and breasts? I put that on, some silky black stockings, my sexiest black high heels that you love, and took down my hair. I sprayed on your favorite perfume and looked in the mirror. I was impressed. I was so turned on. I looked like a high class call girl...and I loved it. I was in my own little fantasy world. I took one more toke, drank my glass of wine, got out my vibrator...and called Jim.




"

"He answered the phone and we small talked for a bit but then I asked about Laurie. He said he was over her and apologized for his behavior at the bar that night. It was a blow to his ego, he said. He didn't mean to unload on me." My cock surged to a new record of hardness.

"So, I told him I was hurt that night but couldn't get him out of my mind. He said he felt the same way about me and missed me. Well, you can imagine how good this made me feel. I started flirting with him and I could tell he was getting very excited. I said to him 'Do you have any idea what I'm wearing right now and what I'm doing?' He said 'No', so I proceeded to tell him. I told him 'I'm so horny for you that I spent an hour or two getting all dolled up and I'm sitting in my bed with my vibrator because you're not here. Are you going to forget her and think only about me?' I said. I was very bold. He said he would. 'I'm turning on my vibrator now and thinking it's you...but it's not you.' I started the vibrator and turned into my alter ego. I started talking dirty to him, baby. Is that OK with you?"

'Oh, God. You're the most beautiful woman in the world" was all I could offer with my dick pointing at the ceiling and my wife revealing her sluttiest side to me.

"What did you say to him?" was my next gambit.

"I told him that he was the best fuck I have ever had and I wanted him inside of me more than anything else in the world. I told him how sexy I looked right then and I would love to wear lingerie and get all dolled up for him...anything he wanted. I just wanted him to make love to me. I wanted to be his girlfriend and lover."

"What was his reaction?" I stammered.

"He loved it. He wanted me right then but I knew it wasn't feasible. I told him to just listen and think of us being together again and I proceeded to pleasure myself with the vibrator. I got really verbal and said all kinds of things to him I never thought I could. I kept saying 'fuck me, Jim. Fuck me, baby. Yeah, right there...just like you always do to me. Fuck me hard.' I had one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had and actually screamed over the phone."

"We made a date for last night and he fucked me in his bed like I've never been fucked before" she stated matter-of-factly.

"Now fuck me like you mean it, baby."