Our Hotwives

As if we didn't have enough to deal with when Liz escaped from her domineering fiance and came to live with me in Florida, the phone would ring with some guy on the other end named Frank asking to speak with my live-in girlfriend. She was usually working evenings when he would call so I had to rebuff him with the obvious excuse. It would eventually be explained to me that Frank was a "friend" since high school, that they had gone out for awhile, he meant nothing to my future bride, but he was obsessed with Liz. He persisted even as I tried to let him know that she was with me now and he should go away. He would contact Liz right up to our wedding day, then he abruptly stopped. It was only at high school reunions over the years that Liz would inquire as to his whereabouts and would eventually find out that he was happy as a clam in the Florida Keys.

As that just happened to be where we were spending a month or two every winter, I wondered if she would ever want to contact him again. I was surprised when she blurted out during one of our date nights that she wouldn't mind seeing him one time to see how he turned out. I had never met the guy but wifey described him as kind of a brute, well intentioned, but a brute. He never married apparently but made a lot of money in business and the stock market. I looked him up in the white pages online when we were in The Keys, and sure enough, there he was just 25 miles further down the chain of islands from us. I showed the info to Liz and she reacted in a very favorable way. I gave her his cell number and told her it was up to her if she wanted to contact him. I could tell she was trying to suppress the urge, but I knew she did. After a night of wine, pot, and wild sex, I got her to promise to call him the next day. I went out the next afternoon to do some errands and told her I wouldn't be back for 2 hours or so. This was her signal to summon the courage to make the call. She did. She was quite excited when I returned home. She said he was thrilled to hear from her and wanted to get together. Would she dare have dinner with him next week?

I asked her what she wanted to do. Liz confessed some weird attraction to seeing him again. I encouraged her to accept his invitation and see what it was she was feeling. It was more than 40 years since they had seen each other. They had a pretty innocent relationship in high school but Liz knew he always wanted more. Ergo, his relentless pursuit of her right up to our wedding day. She called him and agreed to have dinner with him. He offered to pick her up at our place in The Keys and she said OK.

Well, I wasn't sure if this was a hot wife situation or what, but I certainly noticed she was prepping seriously for their dinner date coming Wednesday evening. When the big night arrived, I could tell she was tense and that was my signal to give her some space and see what developed. As usual, when she set her mind to it, there was no holding her back from looking her best. She emerged from the bathroom/ bedroom looking divine. Her hair was the blond bombshell look she wore so well, her outfit was tight fitting and provocative. I sensed a sexual tension in the air. This was very confusing as Lizzy had always said he was just a boyfriend of convenience. But, now she seemed intrigued to see him again after all these years.

They agreed that he would pick her up but not come in. It just seemed too awkward all around. I was fine with it. I didn't care to meet this guy or act friendly. As the sun set over the Gulf the minutes ticked down to their scheduled pick-up time. I encouraged her to just have fun and enjoy talking about the old times. Her look betrayed her sneaking suspicion that was more than just laughing about the good old days.

We heard a car pull in as his tires crunched over the gravel driveway. My heart stopped for a second as she smiled and told me she loved me. Then she was out the door. I had to peek through the blinds and saw him jump from the car and greet my wife with a big hug and a kiss. I felt a surge of jealousy as I noticed the look of excitement as she rounded the front of his BMW and eagerly jumped in the passenger seat. I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that this guy was a hunk, not withstanding his physique back in his high school days. He radiated confidence and my wife was smitten.

He picked her up at 6 p.m. so Liz said she would definitely be home by 10 or 11 o'clock, midnight at the very latest, since they were just having dinner. I settled in on the couch in my pajamas, drank some very strong bourbon, and even took a toke to calm my nerves. I fell asleep on the couch in the dark with the TV on mute. I awoke to the crunch of gravel knowing they were home. I stared at the clock in disbelieve as it said 3:15 a.m.
I moved in the dark to the window to see what was transpiring between these two. The house lights gave just enough illumination for me to see their actions in the car. Liz was caressing his face and running her hand through his hair. Their closeness betrayed their intimacy. My heart started to pound knowing what had transpired during their "dinner date". They started to make out in full view of the driveway lights, not knowing if I were watching or not. I could even tell Liz was slipping her tongue into his mouth, something she had stopped doing with me 20 years ago. Finally, she pulled away and said goodnight. She sauntered up the stairs like any adulteress would. Opening the door, she was surprised to see me up. I told her how I fell asleep on the couch expecting her to be home earlier.

She blushed a bit and asked me to sit down on the couch. Her hand moved inside my pajama bottoms knowing the effect it would have on me. I tried to catch my breath as my cock sprang to attention under her encouragement.

"I just want to be perfectly honest with you, baby. It was an interesting night and I'm not sure you're going to like what I have to tell you. So, we went to dinner down by his place. It was a really swanky restaurant with great wines and seafood. It was right on the ocean and I must say, very romantic as the sun went down. We drank a bottle of wine in no time, so he ordered a second bottle and we started to lose our inhibitions. I told him how I wanted him but never felt in love with him. He responded with a litany of complements and overpowering desires. After dessert, he invited me to see his place. Less than a mile from the restaurant, we arrived at his gated community right up by the ocean. I was aghast. Frank? Frank from high school that worked in his father's butcher shop owned a swanky place here in The Keys. We moved inside and he opened a bottle of wine for us to enjoy on his balcony overlooking The Atlantic. The air was crisp and the sound of the surf was hypnotizing. I congratulated him on his success.

Then he asked me if I wanted to smoke hashish or pot.

Man, I love your Lizzy stories but do not remember you telling this one. Anxious to hear the outcum!

Please continue. Best wishes and thanks for sharing.

Mmmmmmmmm, sounds like a sexy setup!

Do continue!

JR

I blushed and smiled at him seductively.

"I haven't smoked hashish in years. Do you really have some?"

"Yes, of course. I'll be right back".

I sat there on his balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and marveled at his success. I felt alive, I felt desired, I felt intrigued. He returned with a pipe and a big wad of the stinky hashish. He placed a little in the pipe, lit it, took a drag, and passed it to me. I took a deep draw and felt the vapors descending my bronchial tubes and seducing my lungs. In no time, I was light as a feather, carefree as a bird. I kept being impressed by his success, his confidence, his physique. He invited me to join him in his hot tub. I was so stoned that I wanted nothing more than to get into a hot tub. He took my hand and led me down the stairs to the patio nearer the beach and showed me his hot tub area. It was exquisite. Everything about it was luxurious and classy. I have to say I was impressed. He suggested we strip down to our undies and step in. I easily complied and lost my outfit leaving me in panties and bra. He ravished me with his eyes, baby. He looked really good stripped down to his undies. It was rather thrilling to see the way he looked at me, how he obviously desired me. I felt a surge of desire myself. We relaxed in the tub for quite awhile just chilling and enjoying each other's company.

Then he dared me to take off my bra. I countered that he should then be required to remove his tight undies. They looked so uncomfortable, I said. He smiled devilishly and nodded his agreement. I turned my back to him and slowly unclasped my bra from behind and threw it over the wall to the patio. I turned around and exposed myself to him for the first time ever. He loved it. He couldn't get enough of staring at my nakedness. I demanded he comply with our promise. He grasped the top of his undies, pulled them down over his feet, and threw them away. I could see his manhood bobbing up and down on top of the swirling hot water. It was very impressive, I must say. Then, we just sort of drifted into each other's arms, we embraced, and started an incredible make out session. It went on for what seemed like forever and it was great. I felt his erection rising against my pussy and I grabbed him under the water and started stroking him. He wanted to go in his bedroom but , for some reason, I said I wasn't ready for that. This was all going too fast. I decided to give him a special treat. I asked him to raise himself up on the deck surrounding the hot tub. He did and that gave me the opportunity to give him a really special blowjob. The hashish had me feeling absolutely no inhibitions and I gave him what he really wanted. He came in gushes and I even swallowed all of him for a special treat. He played with and squeezed my breasts giving me much pleasure, too.

We finally got out of the tub, dried off, and put our clothes on. We talked for a while and he drove me home.

"I know, I saw you making out with him in his car in our driveway".

"Are you mad at me?"

"No"!, I answered emphatically. But, it had all the telltale signs of her behavior leading up to her affairs with Jim and Michael.

"What do you think I should do?, she asked innocently leading me to sympathize with her plight.

"He asked me to have dinner with him again next Wednesday".

I could tell she was very turned on by this old friend who had changed drastically since their days in high school. I was turned on to see her libido rejuvenated. I hadn't seen her express any lurid desires for a long time. I couldn't resist the thrill of thinking about her giving this old boyfriend a blowjob extraordinaire in his hot tub after smoking hashish. It was an incredible turn on and harkened back to our wild ride with Jim. How could I resist?

"What are you going to wear to dinner"?, I said with a wry smile. She jumped on me and kissed me passionately and told me how much she loved me

"I'll wear that short skort you love so much, with heels. That should knock him out", she blurted enthusiastically. I laughed at her candor and hugged her dearly. I tried to calculate what this meant and where this was taking us. She definitely wanted to have sex with him, something she swore she was done with with anyone else but me. But, here we were and a new world was opening up.

I noticed Liz paying more attention to her texts as the week moved closer to Wednesday. I wasn't going to pry. I wanted her to have complete freedom to explore this new avenue with an old friend, an unlikely old friend who seemed to be gravitating into her special orb of exclusive lovers. If she was willing to give him a BJ in his hot tub on their first reunion date, what would she be willing to do on their second date? She tried to broach the subject with humor and wry comments which heartened me. She wanted me to know that she was concerned about my feelings. My strategy was to give her nothing but loving support and enjoy the compersion effect.

Wednesday arrived and Liz told me Frank would be picking her up at 6 p.m. again, did I want him to come in and say hello? I declined, it just felt too phony. This new found passion was between them and I just wanted to be the voyeur. She said O.K. and would let him know to stay in the car and she would come out again. The tension built as the hour drew near. Lizzy spent a lot of time in the bathroom and bedroom prepping for her second date with this former classmate. Once she emerged, my heart jumped into my throat as it had so many times in our earlier years with Jim. A seductive woman anytime, Liz could transform herself into any version of her sexual self. Seductress, concubine, adulteress, paramour, mistress. Her fantasies knew no bounds. Tonight I divined that she was going for the mistress role. He was hugely successful, had a mansion on the ocean, and from what she had hinted last time, had a very impressive cock.

The BMW rolled into the driveway once again just like the week before and I saw the look of anticipation all over her beautiful face. She looked me deep in the eyes and told me she loved me. A soft kiss on the lips and she was gone once again. Again, I peeked through the blinds to see the object of her desire. He didn't disappoint. Buff, confident, he leapt out of his car to escort Liz to her door and softly ushered her into her seat. They embraced and kissed when he got back in the car, sending pains of anguish down my chest. I knew this was the night. They would become lovers tonight and he would exceed her wildest expectations in his bedroom. I had experienced the past and I had seen the future.

I busied myself with dinner, wine, pot, and getting to bed. By midnight I was vanquished and turned out the light with a strange thumping in my chest. Only about three hours later did I feel a soft kiss on my cheek awakening me to a ravishing wife eager to tell me all about her night with Frank.

Reminiscent of our early days of her escapades with her young lover, Jim, she stripped in the bathroom and came to bed with bottle of baby oil ready. I marveled at her energy and giddiness. I felt close to her and told her she never looked more beautiful. As my bottoms came off and the oil saturated my groin, she started to share her story:

"Well, he took me to another romantic restaurant and we had a divine dinner. We drank a bottle of champagne with a beautiful seafood dinner. Of course, after we finished he wanted to repair back to his house. I was his for the night. I had no objections. We relaxed in his living room with candles and music surrounding us. I was enthralled as to how he handled himself now. Another bottle of French champagne appeared and we sipped in the dark feeling excited and wondering who was going to make the first move. Finally, I asked him if he had any more of that wonderful hashish. I told him it made me feel so sexy. His eyes lit up and he jumped to retrieve the smoky aphrodisiac. Before long, we were taking hits on the bong and sipping our champagne. All inhibitions melted away and I moved in to kiss him. We embraced as only lovers know how. Our mouths came together in a magical mystery ride. His hand moved under my dress to find my pussy wet and welcoming. I slowly ran my nails up his thigh, drawing closer and closer to his cock. It really was a pleasure to give him a blowjob last week but now I wanted more, and I could tell he did too.

"I suggested we move to his bedroom and we walked hand in hand in a surreal scene to his private lair. I felt my heart pounding as we entered his bedroom and he sat down and started removing his shirt and pants. I walked around to the other side of the bed and did the same. I slipped under the covers in just my panties. I felt so wicked but it felt so good. He joined me under the covers and we embraced in a lovers dance. He started grinding on my pussy and I stroked his cock. He was really hard. I wanted him inside of me so badly. I rolled him on top of me and guided him to the entrance of the pussy he always wanted but never had. We kissed passionately as he slowly entered me. Yes, he's very thick and it took me some time to accommodate him. He really stretched me out. I gasped with pleasure each time he withdrew and plunged in again, my juices surrounding and lubricating him. He kept telling me how much he always wanted me and never dreamed we would be doing what we were doing at that moment. I confessed that I didn't desire him sexually in our younger years but now...Wow! I told him that I loved the way he felt inside of me and that he had awakened something that had gone dormant. He questioned what I was talking about. So, I told him about Jim and all the years we had had a passionate love affair. Then, I told him about Michael who had appeared at one of our high school reunions which led to a 10 year affair. He was shocked. He never dreamed I could carry on such secret affairs and still lead a normal life in society. I assured him I was capable of fooling a lot of people when I wanted something. His strokes increased as we were both turned on by my sexy revelations. I told him he was a magnificent lover and I loved the way he was making love to me. We danced under the sheets as the hashish really kicked in and drove us to a spiritual high. The covers fell off and we made unembarrassed love like animals. He lasted a really long time and stayed hard the whole time. It was divine. I had several orgasms but he just kept going. I told him to cum inside of me, that I wanted him to cum inside me really badly. This made him crazy and like a wild bull he deposited gobs of his essence deep inside of me.

50 years later, he had finally conquered me.

"It took awhile for us to catch our breath and we laid there lost in a lovers trance. He got up and came back with our champagne flutes from his living room. The hashish bong beckoned and dared us to take another hit. Frank was very interested in my two lovers while married, especially Michael whom he knew from our high school days. We sat up and sipped out second bottle of champagne while I reminisced about being a hotwife. I told him how you encouraged me to go for it at the same time I was having all these desires and temptations".

"Wait, you told him that I knew and encouraged you to fuck other men"?

"Yes. I told him the truth. Now he knows that you approve of what I'm doing with him".

This was new. Liz had always kept our secret from Jim and Michael. It was hard to fathom how this would play out.

"So, I told him how Jim and I started at the restaurant, at first getting to know each other, then flirting with each other, and finally ending up in his bed". She giggled.

"I even told him how Jim was so enormous and would leave me sore for days".

Her candor was getting unsettling.

"I told him how Jim and I would break up for awhile but we couldn't stay away from each other for very long. We would miss the incredible sex we were having and the connection we had established. I always went back to him when he would call me. He couldn't believe it when I told him our affair went on for 13 years. Even when we moved out of state, I told him how Jim would pursue me by phone and email. I couldn't resist if my life depended on it.


"Then I told him how Michael and I were just friends in high school, too. Then we reconnected at our 30th reunion and our attraction to each other was so obvious to both. He asked for my email at work and he contacted me soon after. That set off a promise to see each other when he would be returning. We had dinner in Manhattan where I worked at the time. Our attraction only increased. By his next visit, we were having dinner and driving to a nice hotel to take a bath together and make love. This went on for almost 10 years until our 40th reunion which was a weekend affair in a hotel. We made secret plans for him to come up to my room after the dinner and dancing. I told Frank how I said goodnight to everyone and went up to my room, freshened up, stripped down to a tank top and panties, lit two candles, poured two glasses of white wine, placed a joint by the side of the bed, and waited for a knock on the door.

"The knock came about 15 minutes later. I quietly let him in and we shared a long overdue kiss. Our other classmates were either asleep or still partying downstairs, but we were ready to consummate our sexual desire for each other. I asked him to take off his shirt and pants and relax on the bed with me and have a glass of wine. He did and we were enjoying sitting and being so comfortable with each other in barely any clothing. He spied the joint lying on my night stand and I asked if he wanted to sample my pot. Of course, he said 'yes' and we proceeded to fire up that joint. As we started to get stoned, I laughed about how none of our classmates knew what was going on in room 415. We had a laughing fit for a few moments and then started kissing. The room was dark with just the two candles for illumination. He was very passionate and went down on me almost immediately. He tore off my panties and plunged his tongue inside my pussy. I started moaning and telling him how much I had missed him.

Being a musician, his talented fingers and tongue drove me wild. My pleas for him to fuck me only intensified our passion for each other. After cumming all over his tongue, he finally mounted me. I was frantic to get him inside of me as I whispered in his ear to make it last. He smiled, kissed me softly, and proceeded to take me to heaven. I told Frank that Michael wasn't enormous like Jim but he was just right. We always made beautiful music together and this night would be no different. We hadn't been together in almost a year and our bodies melted together in a bonding reunion. His strokes and magical cock moved in and out of me like a maestro. We pledged our love for each other and said this should never end. He held himself deep inside of me until I begged him to make love to me, to fuck me hard. He kept stopping and starting making me a demon woman. His perfect control was making me delirious. I felt a full on body orgasm building in my legs, loins, and torso. Then he pounced knowing I was close. He started pounding me with his sweet cock until my cries could be heard out in the hallway. I didn't care. He took me to a level of orgasm I think I've only achieved once or twice with Jim. I came all over his penis until we were both sloppy wet. He kept it up until I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He groaned as I gripped his back with my sharp nails and we consummated our reunion. We would make love until about 4 in the morning, get a few hours of sleep, and appear(separately) for our class breakfast with smiles. But, that would be the last time I would see Michael. Life changed and he was so far away that we just drifted away.

Her candor with Frank was incredibly exciting. Now he not only knew about her two previous adulteress affairs, he knew that I knew and approved. That was unsettling. This was new territory. How would this new affair proceed was the question in my mind.

"After I told Frank about Jim and Michael, I noticed he was getting hard again. I guess this turned him on a bit. I glanced at the bong and asked if he wanted to take one more hit. His eyes lit up and he nodded in the affirmative. He held the lighter while I took one more draw of this seductive aphrodisiac. He took one more hit and held it in for a long time. We both exhaled at the same time and we giggled. Pow! The hit was intense and we started kissing again. My hand moved involuntarily to his thigh. I had no more control over my desires than a prisoner on love island. I stroked him softly and had him as hard as before in no time. I slid down and kissed his abdomen, his upper thighs, until my mouth descended down his shaft and salivated all over him. My hand moved up and down his cock spreading the saliva over the length of his very nice phallus. I asked him if he thought I was an evil woman or did it turn him on to think of me as a seductress. He said it was about the most exciting story he had ever heard. I smiled and devoured him to show that I was grateful that he wouldn't be judgmental. I stroked him softly and told him how much I appreciated that. He responded with moans and groans. I mounted him and slipped his erection inside of me. It was glorious the second time. We fucked, we talked, we kissed, and it went on forever. We both kept saying how astounding it was how we had reunited like this having only been friends in high school. I gave him the ride of his life moving up and down his dick like a slut. He loved it. I told him I wanted more of this. We came virtually simultaneously as he said nothing ever felt this good with anyone else.


"My plan worked perfectly", was the last thing I remember her saying before I came all over her hand. She smiled and remarked how I must have liked her story. I could only nod in a hazy post orgasmic state.

"He wants Wednesdays to be "our" date night. Would you mind if I stayed overnight"?, was her question as she softly kissed me. My state of mind was just recovering from being set on fire. Now this guy knew about our "arrangement" in the past and wanted to be her third lover since our marriage vows. How could I deny her after badgering her to take another lover since she had stopped seeing Michael 15 years ago? Her wanton behavior with dressing up for him, smoking hashish(!), and getting her brains fucked away was just too exciting to make it stop. It brought back so many memories from our 30's and 40's.

"I want you to see him every Wednesday night, baby, and you can stay over. I just want you to tell me everything as you've done in the past".

"I will, I will, I promise", she implored. I could see the excitement in her eyes as we agreed to have her continue with Frank one night a week. I felt excitement in my stomach as well as the butterflies engaged each other.

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The next Wednesday rolled around quickly and Liz was in a great mood. She seemed to be smiling all day as I observed her movements and mannerisms. We didn't really talk much about her impending date night with Frank as it was now normal procedure. As the afternoon waned and evening beckoned, I busied myself puttering around the house and property knowing she was starting her preparations. As 5 o'clock approached I settled down in front of the TV for a little relaxation time. Liz appeared in the living room with her hair up in tight clips wearing her silk bathrobe.

"Why don't you join me in the bathroom while I put on my make-up and we can talk"?

This was unusual as she usually valued her privacy while she got all "dolled-up". I shrugged and rose from the couch. I could tell wifey was getting very excited. I sat down on the edge of the tub directly across from the sink and the mirror where the transformation would take place. Much to my surprise, Liz walked in with a glass of white wine. I declined a sip and said I would soon be consuming generous pours of bourbon. What she did next really shocked me. She pulled out the vape pen from her bathrobe pocket I had given her and took a nice toke of high powered THC. This time I did not decline her offer as I was getting turned-on and didn't want to discourage her wanton behavior. I took a nice drag and felt the effect within seconds. Where was this going?

"You know I really get into doing my make-up when I'm a little stoned, right baby"?, she winked at me.

Now I realized this her way of teasing me and letting me know she was doing this for him, not me. She started applying her foundation to her flawless face and I felt my heart starting to pound knowing her diabolical plan was to tease me mercilessly. Then came the killer. She said she was getting hot and removed her bathrobe. Underneath was a brand new pair of silky, sexy panties and push-up bra. In her wedgie heels she looked devastating. The kicker was that her panties were like a string bikini showing everything but her crack. She never wore anything like this anymore. My mouth dropped as she winked at me in the mirror.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you want me to look sexy for Frank when he takes me in his bedroom and has his way with me"?

I was dumbfounded. She was really ramping up the tease game like never before. I stammered an incoherent answer as my blood pressure continued to rise. She started working on her eye make-up. My passion. Nothing turns a woman into a sexual being like dazzling eyes making her look exotic, beautiful, sexual. Her almond-shaped, blue eyes could seduce any man without any help. But, now they would be devastating. First, the black eyeliner, then the blending of colors of eyeshadow making me crazy, and finally the magic wand of mascara giving her the cat eyes of a woman bent on seduction. A dark pencil highlighting her eyebrows, a brush applying blush to her soft cheeks, and the most dramatic red lipstick applied perfectly as she bent over the sink getting close as possible to the mirror in front of her. Her legs stretched divinely in front of me, perfectly shaped and lotioned. I tried to take it all in knowing someone else was going to be enjoying this divine woman in a few hours.

"Ok. I'm done. Why don't you go back to the living room while I let my hair down and get into the new dress I bought. I'll be out in a few minutes. Frank will be here soon", she said matter of factly.

"Ok", was about all I could muster as I rose with a huge erection in my pants. Liz noticed and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek before disappearing into the bedroom. I poured myself a double bourbon on the rocks and settled down on the couch. In 5 minutes I heard her heels come clicking down the hallway. I took a deep breath and turned to see a vision entering the living room. Her hair was never more curly, cascading down her shoulders, truly the blond bombshell of my dreams. The tight dress ended at mid-thigh, white with lace trim, fitting her like a glove. I desperately wanted to ask her to stay home, let me undress and worship her incredible body, but the car horn beeped precisely at 6 and she offered me her cheek as to not muss her lipstick and she was out the door before I could say another word.

I peeked from behind the drapes and saw him leap from his BMW and say "Wow!" before kissing her and opening her passenger door. Before I could get another glimpse of my bride he backed out of the driveway and they were gone. I wouldn't see her until noon the next day.

I sat down and took a giant gulp of my bourbon and wondered what I was going to do with myself for the next 18 tortuous hours.

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Once again, my wife was whisked away by a guy she had ridiculed after high school and never had any desire to see again. They were off to dinner, champagne, dancing, and repairing to his mansion on the water while I sat watching TV and downing bourbon. Liz would return the next morning as scheduled looking like the most fucked woman on earth. Her glowing face betrayed any denial of being smitten with her high school "buddy".

She slept for hours then wandered into the kitchen in a sleek bathrobe and said she wanted to discuss something with me after dinner. She promised to make me a sumptuous meal. My antennae went up as I wondered what she had up her sleeve this time. Liz set about shopping for gourmet food and wine, then disappeared into the bathroom to seal whatever deal she wanted to strike with her curious husband. She emerged as gorgeous as I've ever seen her, seductive, alluring, and sexually confident. We set about prepping dinner and opening a very nice bottle of wine, but still no hint of what her topic of discussion might be. We relaxed and glided through appetizers, fine dining, and even dessert. Finally, Liz expressed a desire to get stoned and asked me if I would fetch the bong. Of course, I was feeling no pain already and resigned myself to whatever it was she wanted to discuss anyway, so I felt excited when I filled the bowl with a nice strong bud and headed back to the kitchen. We shared the strong ganga and I felt myself weakening as I stared at my beautiful wife and knew what she was capable of. She was giving me looks of desire but also intrigue. I was fascinated by her behavior. We moved to the living room and settled on the couch and continued our indulgence with the bong.

Liz sat very close to me and started talking about Frank and how much she enjoyed being with him. Her hand slid down my thigh. She again related how amazing she now found him to be. He was smart, dynamic, well-read, articulate, and an amazing lover who kept her coming back for more. She rose and came back with the rest of the second bottle of wine we were enjoying and poured me a generous amount. She suggested we move to the bedroom and light a few candles. I knew she was trying to seduce me but wasn't sure what it was she wanted to be free to do. She stripped down to bra and panties and asked me to disrobe and lie down. The trusty bottle of baby oil appeared and she started anointing my rising cock and groin area. My heart started pounding as I awaited her inevitable proposal.

As her soft hand brought my glistening cock to hardness, she began to speak:

"I know I've been a little crazy about Frank but I want you to know that I love you very much and I appreciate what you've let me enjoy. It's really been a wonderful experience that I never expected at this point in our lives. The way he makes love to me, baby, is just indescribable. He is truly a magic man. I hope that doesn't hurt you. We've been through so much together. Can you understand how enjoyable this is for me"?

"Yes, of course, baby", I managed, as her oily fingers and nails teased me mercilessly. My dick was at her mercy.

"Well, I have to ask you something and I want you to think about it before you say 'No'. Frank asked me to go on a cruise with him. It sails out of Miami next week and he wants me to accompany him. It would only be for one week and he said I could buy any clothing I wanted. It would be partially business and I would be his girlfriend so to speak but a lot of the time would just be for pleasure. I could get all dolled-up for the formal dinners and make you so proud of your hotwife. Think of the stories I'll come home with. He's already reserved a stateroom that's elegant and first class. He said I could get my hair done, have manicures, tan, get massage. It would really be a wonderful experience if you're willing to let me go. It's just for one week".

All I could think about was how many times he would get to fuck her in that stateroom in a week's time. How he would show off her body wrapped in tight dresses at his business dinners, making the other men wild with desire...for my wife. How flirtatious she would definitely be with other men who came on to her. She was definitely in love with his cock so I knew she would vamp it up to make him desire her even more. Their one night dates were becoming more intense every week. I saw a change in my wife that simultaneously thrilled and scared me to death.

I said I would think about it.

Of course, I said 'Yes' the next morning and Liz squealed with delight and gave me a big hug. She disappeared into our bedroom to call Frank with the good news. I could hear her excitedly making plans with her new lover. She emerged from the boudoir smiling and told me she wanted to go shopping for clothes and Frank wanted to pay for everything. I couldn't protest and it wouldn't have done any good anyway. She was totally focused on being her sexiest ever. Off she went to the boutiques to try on the slinkiest, tightest outfits of her life. It was a cruise and she knew it was unlikely she would see anyone she knew so she wanted to make it a fantasy come true.

When she came home with three bags of expensive clothing, I was floored. She was so excited to show me and then asked if I wanted her to model a few outfits for me. I couldn't resist as the vision of her lovely body encased in tight dresses and outfits ran through my mind. I sat in the living room as Liz changed. The tapping of high heels coming down the hallway soon reached my ears. When she entered the living room my jaw dropped. This tight shimmery black dress was made for her. It clung to every curve and angle of her incredible body. I stammered an 'Oh, my God' as my heart raced at the thought of her dining, dancing, and socializing in this body-hugging wrap. The other outfits were equally flattering and alluring. She was dressed to kill.

The week flew by with other preparations and soon it was the morning of her departure. Liz busied herself in the bathroom and emerged once again looking like a million bucks. She kissed me, thanked me again, and .soon enough, Frank was at the door. We shook hands and I wished them well. He smiled and promised to return my wife in one piece. Then, they were gone. Off to Miami. There would be no phone service to the cruise ship so our only communication would be via email. Liz promised to send an email at least every other day.

There I was, alone again. This time not just for a night, but for an entire week without even being able to talk to my own wife. It promised to be an excruciating week.

Two days and nights went by as I tried to keep myself busy without so much as a 'Hi, how are you?' email. Finally, the 3rd morning I received an email from Liz. She apologized profusely but said they were just so damn busy she didn't have time to write me. Included in her email was a picture of her and two other beautiful women looking stunning in their respective gorgeous, tight dresses. The thought crossed my mind that these weren't wives on this cruise . These were mistresses, girlfriends, and 'other' women. Liz described the cruise as elegant, rich, and expensive.

"I've been getting beauty treatments every morning, getting massages, doing yoga. It's an incredible experience. We hang by the pool in the afternoon. I wore that sexy bikini you liked so much and got rave comments from everyone. I feel so alive, so sexy, baby. I wish we could do something like this someday. They pamper you around the clock. I'll fill you in on the sexy details when I get home but suffice it to say...I'm being well taken care of, if you know what I mean. Whew, every afternoon, every night. That man is insatiable. I'm getting sore already. Well. I have to go. I have a beauty salon appointment. Frank wants me to go all red. What do you think? I know how much you loved it when I was a redhead and how sexy I looked. Let me know what you think. Love you madly, Lizzy."

Wow. I just stared at the screen. She was getting her brains fucked relentlessly and was loving every minute of it. Now, she wants to go from blond to being a redhead again? Something she swore she would never do! I was flabbergasted but excited beyond reason. I had no control over my marriage. She was 1000 miles away on a first class cruise ship with another guy and doing nothing but getting all dolled-up every night, being pampered, and fucking her brains out. A hotwife's dream.

Great story, can't wait for the next installment!

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Angst was my best friend. I couldn't stop thinking about how excited she was and how incredible she looked in that picture. The other two women were younger but had nothing over my Elizabeth. She was by far more beautiful, more vibrant, even more sexual. I couldn't imagine how enthralled she was to be treated to this exclusive, elitist cruise. I didn't receive another email for two agonizing days. This one blew my mind. She told me that Frank was one of three partners who were buying up resort properties in the Caribbean. Tomorrow's port stop would be the third closing they would complete while on this cruise. This was all planned well ahead of time and the lawyers were flying in. This is why Frank wanted her to accompany him on this triumphant trip so he would have someone to celebrate with and to spoil. He confided in her that the 3 partners would be earning about $10 million each annually just from these three deals. They had unlimited credit from the banks and the sky was the limit.

I was stunned. I knew this guy obviously had money but nothing like this. Liz also mentioned that the cruise was tax deductible since it was part of a business trip. Frank was encouraging her to shop at every destination to her hearts content and utilize every amenity available on the ship.

As if that wasn't enough to absorb, she sent one picture only. It was her and Frank at the dinner table, her arm in his, sitting very close, her hair a stunning shade of red. I wasn't sure it was her. She looked defiantly into the camera looking all the world like Marilyn Monroe with red hair. Her skin was flawless, her make-up professionally done, her hair that of a model, her tight dress provocative. It took my breath away. She was a changed woman in less than a week. I realized in that moment that his plan had worked. He wasn't going to take my wife away from me but he was going to take her when he wanted to. She would accompany him on future business trips around the world and be his partner in all things social, strategic, and sexual.

Her only comment about the picture..."What do you think"?

I lay in my bed , alone, staring at a raging hard-on.

"Do you want to know about the sex part now"?, she cooed with batting eyelashes as her talented fingers continued the marathon hand job.

My wife had returned to me several days earlier, a changed woman. No longer self-conscious about her age or body, she was full of confidence, joy, and drive. She already looked 10 years younger from all the beauty treatments and acted 20 years younger again, a joy to my male libido. She oozed sexuality again just like the days of Jim and Michael, a lifestyle she swore was over. I was ecstatic at this 180 degree turn of events. I had resigned myself to a vanilla Saturday night date with thoughts of past deeds filling my head, until Frank came along. Nevertheless, this was heady stuff and I did have some concerns about the super affluent life he was exposing her to.

She told me all about the food, the clothing he bought her, dinners with champagne flowing, slow dancing to the orchestra nightly. Her massages, yoga, facials, all the stuff she had dreamed of all her life. How much fun she had with the partner's dates shopping and having lunch.

"You've kept me waiting almost a full week, baby. I'm dying to hear about your exploits with your new boyfriend". She poured more baby oil all over my dick and groin area, spread it around, and began to speak.

"Well, afternoons we would spend some time at the pool and I would wear the skimpiest bathing suits, sometimes bikinis, and he would complement me and tell me what he was going to do to me when we returned to our cabin. I would just smile and blow him a sexy kiss. I would order a pina colada and slip into that dreamy state where all I wanted was to be fucked. I would start stroking his arm, then his leg, and watch his hard-on grow under his suit.

"He would respond with a kiss and drag me back to our cabin. He would tease me relentlessly and drive me crazy. He would promise to pleasure me after dinner and wanted to be spoiled by me in the afternoon. I pouted and begged him for an orgasm but he wouldn't relent. He could bring me close and pull away but he knew this would only increase my desire for him. When it would be time to get ready for dinner and dancing I would spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom wanting to wow him. He would relax on the bed and await my exit from the bathroom wearing my latest sexy outfit. He would swoon and complement me like crazy. He would suggest I go down to the cocktail lounge and have a drink while he showered and shaved. This set off a pattern of me enjoying a drink by myself while Frank was back in the room. Coincidentally, Mark, one of the younger partners was doing the same while his date was preparing for the evening's activities. He was a very attractive man, in his late 40's, so much younger than us. We would sit together at the bar and talk and get to know each other. We found we had so much in common and really hit it off. I found myself touching his arm while laughing at his jokes and feeling a real connection. It became a nightly ritual. He would arrive looking smashing, give me a soft kiss on the cheek, and sit down with me. We talked about our lives and became real friends. By the last night of the cruise, he was running his hand up and down my leg and complementing me on my tight, sexy dresses. Frank would arrive and could read the situation but seemed unconcerned. He would tease me when we got back to our cabin late at night and I would blush but deny any attraction to his much younger partner. My wetness gave me away. Frank would make sweet love to me and tell me I was free to do whatever it was I desired. He had no claim over my actions. I would cream all over his cock and moan and ask 'really, really, are you sure?'. He would assure me that nothing would interfere with their partnership or our relationship.

"Then Mark asked me to go sailing with him when we got back to the Keys. He's 20 years younger than me, baby. Would you mind?"

Lily and I both love this whole tale. Can hardly wait for the next episodes!

"Events accelerated from there and soon enough I found myself preparing for a day of sailing with Mark, the very handsome youngest partner of the group and the one I was most attracted to physically. He was obviously in shape just from what was obvious of him in a suit. He oozed confidence, personality, and, of course, sexuality. As I said, we hit it off while we had our private talks at the bar before dinner and we both made it clear we wanted to pursue this further. Well, this was the big day and I had prepared well. Hair- a sexy blond shade I hadn't dare to wear in 20 years. Manicure- a bold but sophisticated red splashing my long, tapered nails. Make-up- soft, sensual for a day in the sun, but the reddest lipstick I could find to accentuate my puffy lips. He asked me to wear a bikini and dared me to wow him. I took up the challenge and found something so daring it gave me pause, but, I decided to throw caution to the wind, red as my lipstick and barely covering my privates. Perfect.

My husband was amazed at my prowess for attracting suitors at our age but, nevertheless, was smitten with each new opportunity. My attitude was that I was given a gift and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest. This was certainly my greatest age gap with a potential lover. Jim was 9 years younger than me but, now, this was a full 20 year difference. A 68 year old horny, married woman is a rare commodity and to attract the attention of a 48 year old successful, handsome, buff man is simply intoxicating. To both parties. Our attraction to each other was going to culminate in a sailing trip in the Gulf on a spectacular day...today.

I prepped in the morning and hubby noticed my nervousness as I worked to complete each beauty treatment and look perfect for Mark. I put on the red bikini and shuddered as I realized how tantalizing it was. A coverup was in order and I donned a light beach jacket. After making sure lipstick, make-up, and hair were as good as gold, I kissed hubby goodbye and told him I didn't know what time I would be home."

" I arrived at the dock at 11 a.m. sharp and there he was, right at the berth he described. I caught my breath as I gazed at him. There he was on the deck of a 40 ft. sailing delight. But, the arrow that pierced my heart was the body I was leering at. His 6' 2" frame was muscular, toned, tan. He wore only white trunks which only enhanced his tanned body and displayed his incredible sexuality. I was enamored and delighting in the adventure I knew was awaiting me.

He waved and smiled at me as I approached his boat. He gave me a helping hand as I boarded and embraced me warmly as I tried to compose myself. My body was reacting in a way I hadn't experienced since my mid-thirties with Jim, that brash cook with the magic cock I worked with that stole my pussy and then my heart. He complemented me on my attire and said he couldn't wait to see me in my bikini. I blushed and told him not to expect too much from an older woman. He scoffed and confessed he had sometimes spied on me at the pool on the ship. I blushed again and felt a surge of excitement coursing through my body. Mark gave me a tour of the mahogany boat and we soon set sail. Before we were half way out of the harbor, he opened a bottle of Veuve Cliquot and poured the nectar of the gods into our flutes. He easily steered our boat out of the harbor and into the vast expanses of the Florida Gulf. I stood by his side as he steered the vessel over the smooth, azure waters. He asked me why I still had my coverup on and I giggled unable to come up with an answer. The champagne relaxed me and I put down my flute and unwrapped the outer layer of my outfit revealing the most daring bathing suit I had ever worn in public...or semi-public. To my utter delight, he swooned and gushed about how beautiful I looked. I told him I searched high and low to find the sexiest bikini I thought he would like. I was relieved and excited at his reaction. I could tell it was genuine.

Before we're a few hundred yards out of the harbor, he pulls a joint out of his pocket, lights it, takes a draw, and passes it to me. Oh, my. It's 11:30 in the morning and we're drinking French champagne and sucking on a doobie? My kind of fun. I accepted the fat joint without hesitation and took a nice, long draw. It was sweet and the smoke filled my lungs. It took about 30 seconds before I was feeling carefree and a little frisky. We shared the bone like old friends that had done this a hundred times before. I put my arm around his back waist as he steered the boat and I felt immense desire taking over my conscience mind. My hand continued to roam over his backside until I couldn't contain myself any longer and slipped my hand inside his trunks and started massaging one of his muscular cheeks. He smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss. We shared a long, passionate kiss that only made me quiver and think back to the days of Jim.

" There's love, sex, and primal sex. I found the latter with Jim, a guy I met by working at a restaurant as a married mother trying to bring in some extra income while my husband toiled away at a corporate job. Unexpectedly, this young, single, maverick awakened something in my psyche that I naively thought was reserved for my marital mate. A married, mother of two just doesn't jump into a relationship with a single guy 9 years her junior...unless her husband surprises her and confesses he's secretly hoped for this. A fantasy that had grown for several years as we approached our 10th anniversary and our mid-thirties. My libido was on fire in my third decade and the marital restrictions made me feel guilty when I thought about a past lover or noticed the handsome guys I worked with. Nevertheless, with a little encouragement and my own ambition to still have some fun, I joined the crew after work sometimes and hit the local pub. Pool, beers, flirtations. It all made me feel young and free again and it developed into a regular occurrence. As nature would only have it, attractions would develop and I would respond and flirt with the couple of guys I thought were really good looking. Two Jims came onto me the most and I was flattered by their attention. One I would smoke pot with and make out in his truck one crazy night. The other, I would do a more serious dance with and make him mine. He was dating a girl at the restaurant, a fellow waitress, and someone I had befriended over the past few months. But our attraction was mutual and on one fateful night I found myself rubbing his back under his shirt at an after party...at his girlfriend's apartment. It was so late and everyone was so drunk, that no one noticed. We had our little secret and we were enjoying it immensely. I drove home that night seeing the sun come up knowing I was going to take him as a lover.

We did...on his couch...in the middle of the afternoon...while my kids were in school. It was devastating and incredibly satisfying at the same time. My religious upbringing welled up inside of me and told me it was wrong and a threat to my marriage. My raging hormones and libido assured me I would be going back for more and there would be more...much more.

Mark took us far out into the Gulf on a spectacular smooth ride over the crystal clear waters. I hugged his waist and admired his sailing skills. Then he dared me to take off my top and I laughed. I took his dare and slowly unclasped the top behind me. The thin material easily showed my excited nipples already but this was revealing a very intimate part of my body. He marveled at my perky breasts with the huge nipples. All he could say was "Oh, My, God". I stood by my man and sipped my champagne feeling as free as I ever had. After 10 minutes or so I started to feel the sun on my sensitive breasts. Mark suggested I put on some sunscreen to protect them from burning. I decided to have some fun with him. I found the lotion in my pocketbook and laid down on the side cushions nearest him. With one knee raised I poured the creamy lotion on both breasts and proceeded to stimulate myself by massaging the oily lotion into and around my aroused nipples. I silently became a woman enjoying herself. He went crazy. I told him I was feeling very sexy.

He said there's a small island up ahead with a very private cove and we would have some fun there. I said I couldn't wait. When we arrived, it was idyllic and totally private. Mark trimmed the sails and hoisted anchor and we were in the middle of paradise. He insisted we have lunch and I reluctantly agreed. He brought out cheeses, sandwiches, and fruits for us to dine on on the back cushions. We sat close and delighted in our adventure. He poured more champagne and we laughed at this improbable situation. We kissed softly between sips of champagne. Mark asked if I wanted to smoke anymore. I said I never turned down an opportunity to get more stoned...and horny.