Metamorphosis - a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.
Part 2
The Slut of Turks and Caicos
May 2019
Quick recap. At this time, we are over 2 years into Amy playing as a hotwife. She had now had sex with 16 other men and just done her second gangbang. An event that one particularly dominant guy organized with 4 other younger black guys, in which they totally owned my wife, and had her wear queen of spades tattoos. We started slow, but she had heated up recently. Although she sucked another man's cock less than a month after our 'hotwife' talk, it took her 6 months to actually have sex with another man. 14 months into this adventure, she had still only had sex with 2 other guys, but in the last year she had fucked 14 more guys, and sucked off one complete stranger, who also happened to be our Uber driver.
It was a tremendously hard time for me for a few days right after the gangbang, and I battled with whether or not I really wanted this. I felt like a cuckold. I had never wanted to feel that way. The guys did not directly disrespect me in any manner, or try to tell me what to do, and basically left me alone, but it was the way they used her in front of me, and the things they made her do and say. It was also the fact that I was fully clothed and just watched. Trust me, I love watching, but it just feels wrong when you are fully clothed and watching other men take your wife. The next night at home after the gangbang, we discussed her feelings and thoughts more, and it was evident she enjoyed herself and this was something she would do again.
I could not believe that she would let guys use her the way they did, and not only did she let them, but she also admitted how much she liked it, especially the submission part of it. It was all hard for me to swallow. I purposely avoided discussing what had happened after that night. Fantasy is one thing, but when you start living the fantasy it's intense. Amy had let herself open up and be vulnerable. She would never have started any of this if I had not asked her to. Now she had found a new sexual freedom, seemed to enjoy it, and had finally let go of deeply ingrained societal expectations and what a 'good girl' is supposed to do and be sexually. If I wanted to unwind things, I needed to do it thoughtfully and gently.
I was looking at her pictures and videos too much and jerking off several times per day which day left me unready to go at night. I always made sure Amy got off first when we had sex, but would usually cum in her pussy, ass, or mouth after, but I just couldn't get hard to do it. For that short time, I was just going down on Amy and fucking with her big dildo to get her off. I admitted what I had been up to and blamed it on jerking off too much, although I knew something else was going on inside my head. When I finally engaged with her again, it was nearly impossible for me to stay hard and cum unless I imagined her fucking another guy in a dirty manner. The gangbang had fucked me up even more than I understood.
I had also read accounts about men that flip out on their wife after starting the lifestyle, and the wife sours on it entirely, never to play again. I felt like encouraging her to get to this point, and then changing my tune, as she was getting into it, would be a complete betrayal of trust. I had repeatedly encouraged and supported her, telling her this is what I really wanted, and I would never get mad. I was torn. As the days between the gangbang passed, and we got back into our normal life, the night became less shocking and started to seem hot to me again. It's surreal looking at porn of some dirty tramp taking a group of guys, and the realization that the dirty tramp is actually your loving wife. I finally had an epiphany about a week later while jerking off to Amy's gangbang clips. I realized I loved it. I loved watching Amy get gangbanged, and I loved watching her with other men. I decided it was time to stop being a little bitch about it and man the fuck up. It's like I have my very own personal porn star. What is my problem? Time to get out of my hole of self-pity and enjoy having an adventurous wife. Whatever funk I was in, I snapped out of it. I had a feeling I would be watching many men fuck her, but I did not realize how fast it would happen once the training wheels were off, and unknown to me at this time, the training wheels were completely off.
We took that needed break after the gangbang with Ray and his friends, and it was a quiet several weeks before we were headed to the Turks and Caicos. Although Amy didn't play, she was very active chatting and flirting with guys. She was super cuddly and affectionate with me. Whether it was to show her love for me or because she needed extra love from me, or both, was unknown. Once I got my own mental and sexual issues worked out, we were back to normal, for us anyway. Amy had changed in the last 6 months. It started to take place with her regular meeting with Keith and Byron, had accelerated in Vegas, again in Florida, but that night with Ray and his crew and had sealed the deal.
My wife had admitted that she preferred having sex with black men, and in a rough, dominating, manner. Total head fuck. I was still adjusting but was getting to a good place. The guilt that weighed her down in the past seemed to be gone, and there was no doubt she'd be playing again soon. She was now openly and actively looking for new guys to fuck.
We had never been to the Turks and Caicos before, and it was an awards trip I had won at work for my performance the previous year. I anticipated that Amy may be looking to play when we were there. A few days before the trip I brought up the topic of finding a playmate on vacation. Apparently, she was already planning on it.
"Hey baby, we get to go away without the kids, do you want to have some adult fun when we're there?" I asked.
"I know, I've been doing some research online and it sounds like a good place to meet some locals for fun. I can't wait. How do we find someone though?" She asked excitedly.
"Let's just go out. I'm sure you'll have no problem baby. If the right guy comes along, I'm all for it."
Yup, the training wheels were off. It sounded to me like Amy was already planning for some vacation fun. The only barrier was that it was with a bunch of my work colleagues and their SO's, and we would be surrounded by them. It may be hard to be discrete. The company paid portion of the trip was from Tuesday to Friday, but we had decided to stay through Sunday since we were flying all the way there. I knew a few other couples were doing the same thing so we might never quite be completely alone. Still, I had my hopes up that we may sneak away and find someone for Amy to play with, and packed condoms just in case the opportunity arose. Part of me did not care since this would be one of my last weeks with my company. I had decided to finally go out on my own and start my own business, and would have already, but I did not want to pass up a partially free vacation. I would be giving my notice after we returned home. However, I had become real friends with two of the guys on the trip, and we would no doubt stay friends after I left the company. I certainly did not want them to know that Amy was a hotwife, so we had to be cautious.