Anne and I have been been married ten years next month. Like many marriages ours has hit some rough spots along the way. About four years ago our journey was dealt a severe blow involving deception and lies.
It all started when I came home early, with plans to surprise her with a early anniversary dinner and romantic evening. I could hear the bath running and decided to share my plans when she got out of the tub. I grabbed a beer and noticed Anne's laptop open on the dining table. I took a peek. I had never done that before because I consider it a invasion of privacy, but in retrospect I'm glad I did. It was logged on to a popular dating site. I thought at first it was just a spam page and thought nothing of it. Then I heard a ding. Someone was sending an instant text.
It said, "Hi, gorgeous, wanna cyber tonight?"
I couldn't resist myself. I typed, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"Just the usual. I wanna see dem tits. I'm hard as steel."
I typed, "Show me big boy."
Almost instantly this window opened up showing this guy stroking a formidable erection. He said, "Let me see you baby."
I clicked on the camera of me glaring at him. The window instantly disappeared. Fucking asshole, I thought. Then I clicked on her profile and it was filled with photos that would make a porn star blush. She had posted intimate pictures of us we had taken for our private pleasure. It mattered not that the faces were blocked out. Her stunning body was displayed for all to see and so was mine.
A million thoughts flooded my mind. Was she unhappy with me? Has she been seeing other men? How long has this been going on? Does she want a divorce? Then, she walked out of the bath nude, probably ready for her cyber date. She saw me at the computer and froze with a look of horror on her face.
I shut the laptop and said, "We need to talk."
-oOo-
After many tears and long discussions, I was discovering my wife for the first time. I found out how little I knew my wife. We started seeing a lifestyle therapist that had us talk openly with each other and that included listening. As our communication improved so did other aspects of our relationship, including our sex life. One thing that truly stood out was the obvious fact she had a sex drive far greater than mine. The therapist suggested exploring different things and gave us some videos to watch of alternate life styles and ways to incorporate fantasies into our love-making.
When we would read erotica, we discovered we shared a common theme. It was that of a Hot-wife. I shared I liked the role of a guy that watched his wife with other men. She confessed she fantasied about being that wife. After incorporating that fantasy into our pillow talk we had some really hot moments. It was great for me but she honestly revealed it wasn't enough for her. She said she had found herself flirting more and dressing more provocative. She welcomed the attention. Anne was shocked when I revealed I loved men admiring her too. I encouraged her rather than dissuaded her.
At thirty four Anne is still a head turner. I began to suggest she dress provocatively. It's always hot watching her big breasts bounce around as she walks through the mall or bends over at the grocery store flashing some unsuspecting shopper. She's short at five two, so she wears heels often and that makes her lithe stature even more attractive.
Our game playing became a regular part of our life. We were always thinking up new adventures. I will never forget the time she opened the door for the pizza guy in her bath towel and let it drop while signing for the delivery. I thought he'd have a heart attack. Anne was standing there nude in front of this poor delivery boy acting like she was trying to cover herself, unsuccessfully. His eyes were as big as a medium pepperoni. This was a great distraction to hide the elephant in the room. No matter what, it still kept coming back to the wife sharing desire we both had.
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One night while we were both in bed reading I said to her, "Anne, I was reading that the fastest growing life-style is the hot-wife or cuckold one. The testimonials are quite interesting and seem to mirror ours."
"Hun, I don't think you could handle seeing me with another man."
"Are you kidding? I can't think of anything hotter than watching a guy pound you with his big dick."
"Is that so?" She replied, skeptically.
"Feel me." I placed her hand on my stiffy.
"Okay, suppose I agree to this. How do you plan to have this take place? It can't be at the house. We have kids."
"So you're saying, yes?"
"I'm saying... I'll think about it."
This became a regular topic and our conversation and it went from what if to when, where and how. Even though Anne promised she'd never go on social media, we started checking out several web sites. She settled on the most popular one thinking it would give her the greatest exposure. I created a profile with a phony name and posted several nudes of her with face blocked. The profile explained we were a couple looking for a stud and spelled out the qualifications. She highlighted the big cock requirement and we insisted on pictures. The response was overwhelming.
The next day there were literately dozens of replies and in a week hundreds. I never knew there would be that many guys willing to send pictures of their big dicks. The choice was hers. After spending several more days reading the replies, she narrowed it down to several potentials. Then she started chatting and exchanging emails. After Skyping with several, Anne still could not settle on any of them. Then after a couple more months of searching, she decided to take a chance just pick up a guy in a lounge. We dropped the whole internet thing.
We made meticulous plans and picked a date. I took her shopping for just the right outfit. At first she was conservative, but as she tried more and more on, she became bolder. Finally she settled on a number that would melt any man. It was short, cut low in the front and backless. It looked as if she might fall out of it. I particularly liked the side boob exposure.
When she stepped out of the dressing booth she asked, "Well... What do you think?"
I wolf whistled her, but an old lady shopper stopped and said, "If you don't mind me saying dear, it makes you look like a whore!"
I turned to the clerk and said, "Perfect! We'll take it!" The shopper stomped off.
