First Time Hotwife

“How about this one?”

My wife holds the phone toward me, displaying the dating profile of another man.

In any other circumstance, that might be awkward, but not now. Not for us.

I’ve always had a fantasy of watching my wife with another man. Of watching as he touches her… as he kisses her… as he pleases her… The idea of being on the outside, watching something so intimate, gets me riled up in ways I can’t explain.

Maybe it’s knowing how desirable she is to other people. Maybe it’s knowing that no matter what, I’m the one she chooses. Maybe it’s the little reminder of how lucky I am.

Whatever it is, it’s something I’ve thought of for years.

I didn’t bring the idea up to her right away; I was too anxious for her reaction. It was a part of me I kept hidden, but as time went on, we got to be more and more comfortable with each other. I realized something.

This woman knows every part of me. She’s seen all the good and all the bad, and she chooses to be with me through it all. There’s something really sexy about having a person you’re so comfortable with, so I began to introduce the idea.

To my surprise, she didn’t recoil. Or turn it down right away. Or even laugh it off.

She was still for a few minutes, and then she started to ask questions… I tried not to get my hopes up, but when she wanted to know more, and eventually, we moved on.

She brought it up a few times over the weeks that followed, slowly becoming comfortable with the idea herself, and now…

Well, now here we are.

We’re lying back on the couch, her legs intertwined with mine as she scrolls through the profiles of other men.

Some of the men are too serious, some are unattractive. Others, you can tell just by looking at them that they wouldn’t be into this kind of thing.

I can’t say I imagined this ever being more than a fantasy, but now adrenaline courses through me as I watch her carefully read and study the bios.

“This one looks kind of interesting…”

She shows me another bio. The man is the exact opposite of me in physical appearance, and that’s how I know he’s the one.

“I think that he could work. What do you think?”

As much as this thrills me, I want it to be good for her, too. I want to know she’s comfortable, and that the man we choose is one that she feels good about. Aside from what it does for me, she needs to feel safe.

She gives me a playful grin.

“Let’s send him a message and see what happens…”

The silence hangs between us for a few minutes, like we’re both wondering if we’re really going to do this.

And then she starts typing.

“Hey…There… My husband… and I are… looking…to…explore…a…bit…outside…our…usual… Think…that’s… something…you…might…be…interested….in?”

She glances up at me, waiting for approval.

My body feels like it’s buzzing with excitement. Even just seeing her message, the guy turns me on.

“Last chance to back out…”

There’s a flicker of excitement in her eyes, too. We’ve been together for almost ten years now, and I can tell she’s excited by the idea of early-stage flirting.

“I’m not backing out.”

The knock comes at 9 PM on the dot.

“Oh!”

She startles a bit, hands folded in her lap as she glances toward me. Despite talking this through for the last couple of days, the time has come, and she’s the slightest bit on edge.

I love that she looks to me for reassurance. That I’m her safe space. And that’s never something I’ll take for granted.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this? We can tell him we changed our minds and–”

She shakes her head, standing up to answer the door.

“I’m sure. I want to do this.”

“Hello.”

“Hi. Come in.”

He walks through the door behind her, and I can already see him checking my wife out. Who could blame him with her in the short red dress she chose for the night?

She’s an absolute knockout, and he looks at her like he realizes it, too.

He’s a few steps behind her, and he’s exactly what I pictured when I imagined this.

Light hair, even lighter eyes. Athletic build. About my height. He’s attractive in his own right, but the complete opposite of me.

He doesn’t seem nervous, but curious, like we all are.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey, good to meet you.”

“Make yourselves comfortable, sit. Let’s chat.”

We do as she asks, getting comfortable on the sofa as we make small talk for a few minutes before our curiosity gets the best of us, and we're all eager to begin.

“So how will this go exactly?”

I wait, letting my wife take the lead.

“Well, you and I are going to… hook up, and my husband will be in the room watching.”

He nods, knowing the basics of what we want from our conversations before.

He turns to me with a questioning look in his eyes.

“And you’re sure you’re good with this, man?”

“Yes. It’s all part of the fantasy.”

“Okay. And what are we… how far…”

“As far as we’re both comfortable with.”

There’s something so hot about the confidence in her voice. And when she glances between him and me with a mischievous smile, I’m already hard.

“Shall we head to the bedroom?”

All three of us walk up the stairs.

My heart thunders in my chest with anticipation, and my wife slips her hand into mine.

She looks back at me and gives me a look that says, “This is for you. I trust you. I’d do anything for you.”

“Can you get the lights, babe?”

With the lights dimmed, it starts to feel so real.

My wife stands at the end of the bed, her partner just a few feet in front of her.

It’s quiet. No music or mood setting–I want to be able to hear it all.

Before I make my way to the chair in the corner, I go to her. I lean in, kissing her cheek in a gentle but possessive way.

“Are you sure you’re good with this?”

“I’m sure.”

“If you want to stop, just say so. No pressure, no questions asked.”

“We can stop any time.”

She nods, smiling at me through her thick lashes as she lets go of my hand and turns to her partner.

He takes a breath, reaching for her.

His touch is soft as he just gets to know her… Running his hand down her cheek, to her collarbone, to her shoulder, and arm.

She takes a step closer, and he finds a grip on her hips.

A beat passes between them as they find a connection. It’s surface level. More of a mutual attraction than anything, but enough to make the chemistry feel real.

His hand slides around her neck, and he pulls her in close. His lips meet hers in an electric kiss.

I already feel blood rushing to my cock as I watch them move together. The way their bodies fit, the way his hands slide along her rib cage, her hands in his hair.

He takes a step back, only enough for his fingers to fumble with the zipper of her dress.

He turns her toward me, letting her dress fall until the fabric folds around her.

When it falls to the ground, my wife is standing in front of us both in nothing but her bra and panties.

She’s so goddamn gorgeous.

“Look at you.”

His fingers slip beneath the band of her panties, and he inches them down. Slowly…. Carefully… Deliberately…

“Oh.. mmmm.”

He wastes no time, and I watch as he starts to finger her.

First one finger. And then another. He strokes her up and down, sliding one in and pressing into her clit with another.

“Mmm. You like that? Does that feel good?”

“Yes, mmmm, keep going!”

I want it to be me so bad. I want to be the one touching her and making her feel good, but there’s a certain level of heat that comes from watching.

I know her in her most intimate form. I know what makes her feel good. What makes her tick.

And I get pleasure out of watching him fumble for the response.

“Do you want…”

I shake my head and encourage him.

“You heard her, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t know her the way I do. Can’t read her like I can. And the interaction between them is purely physical.

His hands move quickly and efficiently, and her breathing gets quick as he guides her toward the bed… but just before he can lay her back, I speak.

“Give him a blow job.”

Both of them glance at me, but waste no time acting out my direction.

She is quick to please both me and him and kneels down in front of him, pulling his shorts down until they’re around his ankles.

Her hands wrap around his cock, and she closes her eyes.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yeah.”

Slowly, her lips part and wrap around his thick cock.

She takes him deep, bobbing up and down on his erection, and for whatever reason, it makes me proud.

She works him over, changing her pace and her tempo as she notices his reactions, and I can’t look away. It’s so fucking hot.

She takes him right to the edge of climax before he pulls out, planting his hands on either side of her.

“Lay back. I need you.”

Her swollen lips tug into a grin as she complies.

He hovers nearby, hard cock bobbing and slick with my wife’s spit as she settles on the bed, her hair splayed out beneath her and thighs spread wide for him.

Her pussy is swollen, slick, and wet.

His hips shift, one little change in position before… Just one gentle but direct thrust, he’s inside of her.

“Ahhhh… oh god yes.”

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”

He finds a rhythmic pace, bucking into her as she arches her back.

Each move gets me more and more riled. I can barely ignore my straining dick as she moans. Watching them together and knowing she’s mine is almost more than I can take.

She glances up at me every few minutes with a look that tells me I’m all she cares about. All she’s focused on.

He might be getting the physical response, but emotionally, she’s right here with me.

My dick throbs so hard that I want to stroke it, but I don’t.

“Oh god! Mmm. Yes!”

Oh fuuuuck.. I can hardly hold myself together as I watch him buck against her, all the while her eyes are locked on mine.

Mmmmmm, god, it’s so.. I’m not even touching my dick, but I can feel every wave of pleasure like a stroke as she takes his cock.

“AhhhhhhH!”

Ahhh. Mmm. Oh god….

Before I even realize it, I cum in my pants.

“Ohh. Mmm.

“Mmmmmm. God, that was so fucking good.”

“Fuck.”

I can hardly catch my breath, but I need more.

Those few minutes were enough to excite my senses. To send me over the edge.

But now I want something more. Something deeper. And I’ve got plenty of ideas…

“That was fucking perfect. You think you guys are up for a little more?”