The First Time - A Hot Wife Story

After it was all over, things were awkward for quite a while - I'd spent years whispering in her ear, trying to convince her to fuck some other guy, and that one night, she finally did it.

The next day, we returned home.

KK was silent about the events of the prior night, despite my attempts to talk about what had happened.

A day later, we had a fragment of that conversation, which she initiated.

KK said, "Well, was it everything you ever hoped for? I'm such a dirty, slutty whore... I should never have let you watch..."

I said, "Why? Does that mean you want to do it, as long as I'm not watching?"

She said, "No... I don't know... I wanted to do it - fuck him - I wanted to have him. I'm just not sure about you being there, watching. What if that's all you want? Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you join in?"

My response was disorganized; "I don't want to stop you, if that's what you need, if that's what you want. It was so fucking hot! I wanted to do something, but I was feeling paralyzed. I've never seen anything so hot!"

KK said, "Well, you're a perv. But I guess you all are. It's just so weird. In a way I felt like I was someone else, like we weren't even married."

I said, "Does that help, feeling like we're not married?"

She said, "What does that even mean. I love you! Of course we're married... I don't even know how to say it. Sometimes I just want some big, hard, strange cock to fuck and suck, no strings, no feelings, just fucking... just hot, wet fucking... I need to feel it..."

My reply was strained, "I'm not that? I love to fuck you, every way, to make you cum, over and over..."

KK said, "That's not it. It's the strange... its variety, something different, something new. You can't do that, can you?"

I said, "I try, like when we pretend in bed I'm someone else, or like when we blindfold you?"

She replied, "That's nice and all, and you try, but it just isn't the same. I'm such a terrible wife. Such a slut. I feel fucking terrible..."

That was the end of the conversation at the time.

A few days later, out of the blue, KK said, "Are you mad that I let some strange guy cum inside me?"

I thought about it for a few seconds, "No, not really. Maybe he should'a used a condom?"

She said, "Maybe? His cum was all inside me, at least twice!"

I said, "I guess more than maybe. We don't do it with condoms. I thought you were allergic?"

KK said, "There's another kind of rubber - not latex - synthetic. I'm not allergic to that."

Then she changed the topic completely, to something about work.

The next day, she called me at work, and said, "I found some of those other kind of rubbers at CVS."

That was the opening line, not "Hi, how are you," but "I found some of those other kind of rubbers."

I said, "Did you buy them?"

KK said, "Yes. I got two boxes. For when we need them."

My cock was instantly erect, painful, "Do you think we'll need them? Soon?"

She replied, "Maybe. Pretty soon. I don't know. There's something... somebody... we'll talk about it when you get home. Bye for now."

That night's dinner conversation was interesting, in so many ways. We didn't even make it through dinner, and ended up on the dining room floor, with me fucking KK doggie-style, as she talked about her needs.

It was brutal, as she said, "There's this guy, a gaffer and tech, and I think he wants to fuck me. I want to fuck him. I want you to want me to fuck him. Do you want that, for me to fuck him?"

This was as I thrust away into her sopping wet pussy.

I asked, "Will you let us both fuck you? Your mouth, and your pussy, and your ass? Both of us?"

KK was saying, stuttering because of my thrusting, "Yes. Both of you. At the same time."

I blew my load in her, almost knocking her onto the dining room tile, in a face-plant.

Two weeks later, we were checking into a no-tell motel for the second hot wife encounter, this time planned, almost scripted, with what KK wanted me and the other guy to do to her.

From then on, it was fits and starts over about three or four years, but now it is a steady stream of fucking for her, three or so times a month as an average.

The tipping point was being horny, combined with years of suggestion and the tacit "OK" from me, the travel, the booze, and the opportunity.

Certainly, KK was predisposed for the hot wife thing, given her sexual inclinations, background, emotional and mental health framework, and nearly lifelong failure at monogamy.

So while I planted the seed, the decision, and consequent action was all hers.