Sandy was beet red as she walked through the door. Her nipples were red and swollen and there was a small hickey on the outside of her left breast. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it, appraising me from under lowered lashes.
“Mike, I’m not sure what just happened. It was like I was just watching while an uninhibited version of myself let that man do what he wanted with me. It seemed to happen when the headlights hit me. I wanted the car to stop. I was hoping there was a man driving. I put my hand on my hip and pushed it out toward it to show I was available. Then, when the car stopped and the side window rolled down, I could see it was a man.
“I was so eager, I walked right up to the window and put my head in. He asked if I was ok so I bit my lip and answered I was very ok. He grinned and told me what a great rack I had and would I bring it closer so he could enjoy it more. So I did, Mike, I did! I pushed my upper body through the window to get close to him. My tits were now available for him to start feeling, licking and sucking on. I braced myself with my hands on the steering wheel and the back of his seat, pushing my chest forward as far as I could. Oh, my god, it felt like my tits were on fire with arousal and my pussy was dripping.
“I spread my legs and moved my hips to show him how turned on I was. He asked me if I would go with him to a place he knew so he could fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before with his 9 inch cock. I told him to show it to me so he worked it out of his pants, god it was huge! I thought about it Mike, I wanted to go with him. I needed to feel that big cock ravaging my cunt.
“Then something clicked and I was back in my body again, realizing you were behind me, in our home. I told him no, I was returning to you. He turned on the interior light, pulled out a pen and paper and wrote on it then handed it to me. He said if it ever came to a point when you weren’t enough for me to give him a call. I just turned away and walked home to you. Mike, my love, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I lost control like that. I love you more than anything. I would never, ever, cheat on you.”
To say I was shocked was an understatement. This was a side of Sandy I had never seen before, was totally unaware even existed.
I gathered my thoughts carefully, then said, “Sandy, sweetheart. I can see this has upset you, since it has come out of the blue like that. Are you really being honest with yourself here?”
I continued, “I mean, you made the decision to increase the Dare with a pretty flimsy excuse. I could see you didn’t speed up the first time. It seems to me you wanted something like this to happen. Are you sure this isn’t a part of a deep, dark fantasy you haven’t admitted even to yourself? Not just a fantasy but something you want to manifest as real?”
“What you have actually done tonight IS cheat on me, AND where I could see you doing it. Actually, now I think of it, is that how you rationalized it? It was ok because I was there watching?
We really need to talk about this, try to make sense of it. Not now, though, as it’s getting late and we both have to be at work in the morning. Can we table this until tomorrow night?”
Sandy’s face had turned from trepidation to shock and maybe realization as she listened to me. She replied meekly, “Yes, we can. When we talk, though, it should include why your cock was rock hard when I walked back through our door. For now, please hold me, I need to feel your arms around me.”
We held each other close, then went upstairs to bed. She spooned me as we both tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to sleep.
Work the next day was a struggle, trying to keep my mind on what I was doing. I kept fixating on the events of the night before. I wrapped up early without having really accomplishing anything but with a sense of relief it was over. I headed home to find Sandy already there, having done the same as I. She greeted me at the door with a warm hug and a passionate kiss.
“Shall we get supper over before we sit down to talk?” she whispered. “We can settle ourselves in the living room with a drink for that.”
I helped Sandy set up the table for the supper she had already started cooking. Then I went to the wine cooler for a suitable bottle to have with supper, and after. Supper was nice; we chatted about each others’ day and studiously tried to ignore the elephant in the room. I helped clean up the dishes and we moved to the living room.
Sandy put down her glass, turned to me and said, “I think you were right last night. I now believe my actions were due to a long repressed fantasy which I yearn to become reality. I’ve played and replayed the events from last night in my head all day today and that is the conclusion I have come to admit to myself.”
Sandy took a deep breath and continued, “I would like to discuss this with you tonight because, frankly, it scares me. In the blink of an eye, I abandoned my morals completely and absolutely. God, Mike, if I hadn’t come to my senses, and I still don’t understand how I did, I would have got in his car. I would have let him take me wherever he liked and ‘fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before’. Who knows where I might have ended up and when he would have let me go. I could have been trafficked somewhere and never seen you again. I’m terrified of this version of me which takes absolute control.”
Sandy hesitated, then pushed on with conviction. “Before we discuss that, however, there is the second point which we need to cover now. When I returned last night, you said I had cheated on you with that man. At first, I agreed with you and felt even more disgusted with myself. The more I thought about it today, though, I have come to disagree with you.”
She pursued her train of thought with, “You said yourself you thought my excuse for the increased Dare was poor and you thought I really wanted to be caught. In that case you knew something could happen, not that it would, but you knew I was anticipating it and you let me go. That says to me at some level you were anticipating it too. This explains to me why your cock was so hard and your face flushed crimson when I walked back through the door. So I didn’t cheat on you because you were aware of, and perhaps anticipating. what I did. That implies permission on your part.”
That was a huge revelation for me. It took me some to time to adequately digest it and prepare my response. Finally, I replied, “Sandy you’re right, you didn’t technically cheat on me and I take back what I said last night. Also please accept my apology, I’m truly sorry. In my defence, the fantasy in which I want to watch you have sex with another man was not one I ever wanted to be real. The fact it had become real and happened where I could see it went straight to my cock. That response does not reflect my rational reaction to your behaviour. I was flabbergasted and, like you, terrified at what might have gone terribly wrong. I think we need to discuss your loss of control now.”
I said, “I would like you to consider if your behaviour was actually a loss of control, or was a barrier broken through to your true self? In the latter case, can I expect you to continue to explore this ‘true’ you? It seems you really liked what you were doing when you let yourself go, out on the road. In the former case, can you honestly say you won’t lose control again and that loss of control might become easier over time? It appears either case could end up with you in the same mindset and I don’t know how our relationship will survive it.”
I could see Sandy thinking carefully on her response, taking a deep breath before saying, “Mike, I have been agonizing over this same conundrum. I told you I have admitted to myself I wanted a deeply hidden fantasy to become real. Since I have done that, I feel a burden I didn’t know existed has been lifted from me. I can feel the need in me now. In the right circumstances, I would have sex with other men and revel in it to the fullest but it would strictly be sex.”
Sandy clarified herself by saying, “I love you truly and deeply, always will, and I’m positive to my core I want our marriage to last forever. When you and I make love it isn’t just sex for me. It’s a loving, soul-encompassing experience; an affirmation of our love for each other. Is there a way forward for us which allows me outside sex but also maintains our marriage and lovemaking? I can see you have doubts, but I know that kind of relationship is not uncommon anymore. Please can we at least research it and see if we can find a way for it to work for me, for us?”
I said, “I am doubtful, it’s true. Right now, at this point in time I don’t see a way forward for us with the conditions you want. I have a deep and abiding love for you though and I feel the same about our marriage and our lovemaking. I will agree only to work with you to research the lifestyle you are proposing. You must promise me you will not have outside sex while we are working on a solution. In the event we decide there is no way forward which meets both our needs we will have to pivot to discussing separation. Deal?”
Sandy squealed and launched herself at me, covering me in kisses. She stopped, holding her face in front of mine, and said, “I promise no outside sex, and I agree to your deal. Let’s go to bed and celebrate!”
Our lovemaking was phenomenal that night, we brought each other to our peaks over and again until we were too sore and exhausted to continue. Fully sated we slept like rocks, almost missing the alarm the next morning.
We spent the next two weeks, individually and together, researching the wife sharing lifestyle. We pored over websites, forums, books and magazines. We collated as much data as we could on every aspect of any lifestyle we thought would, even remotely, apply to us. Most importantly we gathered lots of anecdotal accounts from couples who were already involved in that lifestyle. The website Lush Stories turned out to be a gold mine for these types of accounts. Once we were sure we had as much information as possible we set the next Saturday aside for review. The plan was to create a blueprint of our relationship in the lifestyle and the path to take us there.
Saturday morning found us seated at the kitchen table having disseminated all of the information we had collected.
I started us off by saying,” Look, Sandy, whatever blueprint we create, it will have to be based on one assumption. That is, I am able to accept, and be a part of, a relationship in which you are having sex with other men. It’s the major hurdle we have to overcome for me to get to where you are already. It has to be a path of small progressive steps which I will need your help to climb.”
Sandy said, “Yes, I agree, the path has to teach you to be invested in my hotwife activities, as we now know they’re called. Not just for you to accept them, because acceptance can be fragile. You will need to be involved, an integral part of them. It can’t just be about me, it has to be us. I think we should start with how you got so turned on by what I was doing out on the road several weeks ago.”
Sandy continued, “That was a very powerful emotion you were experiencing. We need to bring that emotion out of your fantasy so you can use it to help allay your angst. Why don’t we try roleplaying, with me acting out scenarios which get progressively more real? We can get immediate feedback on your feelings and then tailor future scenarios from there.”
I thought about what she was saying then said, “Yes, I think that could work. Would you start off with toys, pretending they were real and belonged to other men? Acting out a tryst in one our rooms at home? We could start with me out of the room but within earshot to see how I react. What do you think, do you even need toys to start off?”
Sandy said, “Yes, that sounds like a good way to start. I think I will need a big black dildo to use which will help make my reactions seem more natural. Do you remember the hunky black salesperson at Art Noise who is always so eager to help me? His name is James and I will be using him as my lover in our virtual trysts. You’ve seen him before, and seen us interacting so hopefully it will seem less made-up for you. I’ll go shopping today for a dildo and some slutty outfits and we can start tonight after supper.”
That night after supper Sandy went upstairs to change into her new hotwife gear. I heard the sound of her heels approaching down the hall from the bedroom first. When I looked up I could see her stocking-clad legs appearing, ending in black heels, as she descended each step. Her thighs became visible. Then the stocking tops. Then a dark red form-fitting micro mini skirt, a blue thong also visible from where I was sitting.
Next, her upper torso came into view in a blue shelf bra, nipples clearly visible under a see-through black blouse. Her makeup was smoky with dark lips and her hair was up in a scrunch. She was sex incarnate.
She twirled as she reached the bottom of the stairs and said, “You like? Ha ha, I don’t even have to ask, I can see your erection from here. Did I tell you James is coming over for drinks? He should be here soon. You should probably get in place in the utility room, I’ve put a chair in there for you.”
(Our utility room doubles as the laundry room and adjoins the living room with the entrance off the downstairs hallway. There is a hatch in the wall to push laundry through. It was open a crack for me to hear.)
I heard her heels cross the floor to the couch, and, “Mmmm, James, you’re nice and hard, I want all of that.” Kissing sounds then emanated from the living room and a few minutes later the sound of her bra snapping against her flesh. “Oh god James, yes, lick my tits and suck my nipples. Soon after there was the sound of a zipper and the klink of a belt being undone. Then, slurping noises wafted clearly through the crack in the hatch door.
“James your cock is glorious, I love the taste and feel of it, it’s so big! I heard more slurping then Sandy was gagging slightly. James, I can’t wait, I want you inside me now. Go slow, though, please, it may take me some time to get used to it.”
I knew Sandy was putting this show on herself but it sounded very realistic. The bra, zipper, belt, slurping and gagging noises had my imagination running wild and my cock hard as a rock. My mind, however, was jealous and horrified, wanting me to rush in to stop what was happening. My heart was turning itself inside out with angst. Still, deep inside me there was a very tiny but strong voice telling me to wait. Telling me this is what Sandy wants and I’d soon be reunited with the woman I loved. I waited.
From in the living room I heard, ”Jesus, James, it’s so fucking big! Stop a second, let me adjust.” A few seconds later, “Ok push it in further. Aaahhh,it hurts a bit but keep going! Oh god, you’re inside me, James. I feel so full! Yes, slowly fill me right up, push that big cock all the way in my slut wife cunt! Ungh! Yes, I love it, now slow strokes.”
The sound of squelching pussy clearly filtered through to me as her ‘lover’ picked up his pace. Then I heard the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and Sandy’s cries, “Yes, fuck me like the slut I am, ram your gorgeous cock deep into my greedy cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me, James! I’m cumming, fill me all the way up with your creamy cum, now!” Then the pussy noises stopped and Sandy screamed through her orgasm. Several minutes later, “That was so good, I needed it so bad. Thank you James.”
Five minutes later Sandy called out to me, “James is gone now, come and reclaim your wife Mike.”
I rushed into the living room to find Sandy on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy red and swollen, used. I ripped my clothes off and rammed my cock into her, fucking her with wild, frantic strokes. All too soon I announced I was cumming and once she felt my load spreading through her she followed suit. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around me in a vice grip as the orgasm rushed through her. In the aftermath, we both cuddled up on the couch, kissing, touching, breathing each other in.
Sandy looked deep in my eyes. “So, how was it in there for you? You were beyond turned on when you came back in here and reclaimed me.”
I returned her gaze with a regretful look. “It was very painful for me. At first, all I wanted to do was storm in here and put a stop to it. It felt like my heart was rending itself in two. Still, my imagination was running wild and my cock was rock hard. A tiny voice was saying it wasn’t real and to wait, so I did. Then I heard you call me to say I should come to reclaim you. I lost control when I saw you.”
“Hmmm,” Sandy mused, “I’m not sure if that is progress for us, for you. Your reaction sounds almost the same as after my adventure out on the road. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt by this. I’m beginning to get the feeling there is fear involved with your emotional pain. Is it fear of losing our marriage, losing me to another man?”
