A perfect opportunity from my wife's point of view.
It's still kinda weird to think I'm now considered an experienced hot wife, I wouldn't have imagined this funny little title ever belonging on to me. But here I am with a couple of encounters under my belt, and I have to admit it's been exciting.
I've now come to realize all the benefits of the lifestyle, although it took a long time to wrap my head around it all. In the beginning when he first told me, I couldn't comprehend his fantasies about watching me fuck other men. As he explained it, he loved watching me as we made love, my body movements and facial expressions, and wanted to enjoy it from a different perspective without having to perform. He also said I deserve bigger and better, and he wanted to make me happy. Relentlessly he begged and bartered with me for years on end. And then one day I finally gave in. That decision changed our lives, opening our eyes to a whole different world. For me, I had the opportunity to choose sexy men, and fuck them whenever I wanted. And for him he to got what he loves as well, watching me do it. I realize now the thrill he gets, and if that makes him happy, we both get something out of it. It's gotten less stressful and more enjoyable for me, these encounters have stimulate my mind and body like never before.
My husband Mark has always had a vivid imagination and kinky mind, so I wasn't too surprised while fooling around one night, he brought up another crazy fantasy for me to try. What did surprise me was what he was now asking. Once again pushing the limits of our marriage, he asked if I would consider having an affair, to do something behind his back. He explained it wouldn't technically be cheating, that I had his blessings to have a sexual rendezvous without him there or even his knowledge beforehand. He had mentioned before how hot it would be if one of our bulls became a regular lover for me, even going so far to say that if I was comfortable enough he wouldn't mind me going it alone sometime. But all that was pillow talk when we'd fool around, he's never just suggested I do something randomly without him or his knowledge like his.
Knowing he gets his thrills from being present and absolutely loves watching, I questioned his motives, to why he wanted me to do something like that. His response was he wanted me to have an encounter without being watched, so I could be totally free to do whatever I wanted without his prying eyes, and wanted to experience the thrill of my story after the fact. He always gets off hearing about my past, but being fairly inexperienced (just 2 other guys) he said it would be hot to have a new different story to listen to.
His new revelations took me off guard, I wasn't ever expecting getting an open hall pass like this. The more he explained himself the more aroused I became. As I laid there listening, I found myself getting wetter by the second. Not wanting to seem to over enthused, I contained my excitement and casually listened as he continued.
He assured me he was more than ok with the idea, that he really wanted this for the both of us. He said our sex life had flourished again since we started in the lifestyle, and this was just another step to keep it exciting and fresh. Continuing on he said, a true hot wife just acts on her desires, fulfilling the needs her husband can't afford her and it's just a natural progression for me to do this. He then started giving me some pointers, suggesting I should stop wearing my wedding rings when out and about. He also said I needed to start dressing more of the part, sexy and seductive to attract attention to myself. He then encouraged me to keep an open mind and at least think about it. Leaving it at that we fooled around and fell asleep.
He never brought up the subject again, but I knew he was serious judging from what we've done in the past. This new thought definitely had my curiosity, he actually had me wondering if an opportunity ever presented itself, what would I do. But I didn't think too much into it because honestly an occasion hasn't ever presented itself since we've been married. Even though I'd catch men checking me out every now and then, the likelihood of a perfect situation unfolding was pretty slim.
I've always been kinda a shy person, conservative in my clothing when out, and never took off my rings even when I played with Mark watching. Not being the kind of person that "advertises" myself like that, I didn't think I could start now like he suggested. Being in my late forties, I took what he said with a grain of salt, and just went along like I always did.
I've always considered myself an average woman. Having a smaller bust line (b-cups) didn't help my confidence either, although I found a unicorn with Mark, he prefers a small chested women. Standing five foot seven with a thin build, with brown eyes and light brown hair, Mark's always told me I'm sexy, cute, and he loves my hot little ass and titties.
Weeks passed and everything seemed back to normal, until a series of events unfolded by chance, and I was left just as surprised as anyone to what was going to happen.
First off, Mark got frisky Sunday night which lead to him going down on me. Like most married woman things get stale and I need to be slowly warmed up with lots of foreplay and intimacy to get things rolling. That's always been Mark's one good trait, his tongue, and he was able to get me all riled up. After that he climbed up and mounted me, then prematurely finished quickly leaving me hanging. He then fell asleep right afterwards, always being a one and done guy. I know his intentions are good, but he's always had a quick trigger, even in his younger years, but more recently he's gotten worse. Quite honestly, he's rarely had what it takes to finish me off. If I counted on one hand how many times he has with his cock, I'd still have fingers left unaccounted for. He has learned a technique with his fingers, where he definitely gets me to multiple gushing orgasms, but that's only when we have the time to partake in extended love making session.
All wound up and feeling frustrated once again, I tossed and turned for a good hour before finally falling asleep unsatisfied. Waking up to an empty bed in the morning, I was still horny when he kissed me goodbye and went to work.
Getting up I took a shower, cleaned the kitchen and started laundry, skipping breakfast and deciding to run to the local grocery store. It was there, just by chance and totally unexpected, an opportunity presented itself, and boy was I shocked by my actions.
Walking through the deli, I turned the corner and walk up the first aisle, stopping to pick up a loaf of bread. Winding around the next aisle is when I first spotted him walking towards me. Stopping in my tracks, his features were spot on to my liking. About six foot tall, thin build with dark eyes and hair, a real cutie. Although it was only 10:30 am, he was sporting a five o'clock shadow, something that really arouses me. Dressed fashionable nice in a button down tailored shirt and tight suit pants, he looked distinguished and sexy. If I had to guess, I'd say he was about my age, maybe just a little younger. When he stopped to grab an item on the bottom shelf, I couldn't help but stare at his tight little ass as he bent over.
Grabbing his item he continues towards me, as he approaches we make eye contact exchanging smiles. A sudden urge swept through me as I felt my heart flutter as we passed. I stopped and pretended to look at something, glancing back to check him out again. Hoping he needed something on the bottom shelf again, I waited to see if he was going to put me in my glory again. Then panic struck as he looked back and caught me checking him out. Embarrassed and flustered I grabbed my cart and took off, ducking out of the isle as I headed over to the produce. Standing at the table of vegetables sifting though the tomato's, I glance up to see him standing on the other side, smiling at me. I immediately looked back down trying to act like I didn't notice him, but it was obvious I did. Before I knew it he was walking around the table towards me, as I nervously kept my head down pretending to be preoccupied selecting my stupid tomato's.
He started up a conversation by saying hi, and asking me how my day was going. Still looking down I said it's good, not wanting to make eye contact. He then brought up the weather, saying it's terrible we have to be running errands on such a beautiful day. Finally I looked up at him, smiling as I said "yes it is, but unfortunately we all need groceries, don't we? "He chuckled, then said it doesn't look like you eat very much, it must be hell keeping such a perfect figure. I giggled, telling him thanks, and bravely said, looks like you don't eat very much either!
Soon we're chatting and his calming demeanor has me at ease, as my mind began to wander. My interest was peaked as I found myself considering the possibilities.
I was captivated when he asked me my name, seeming to have a genuine interest in me as I told him Debbie, he then introduced himself as Derek. I was wooed just as much by his personality as I was with his looks, as my mind began running wild with dirty thoughts.
Soon he's complimenting my looks again, telling me how attractive I am, as I tried to change the subject and ask him how his day was going. We stood there talking for a while, with him subtly flirting now and then. I had a real attraction for him, and knew by his remarks he had one for me.
Then to my dismay, my heart sank when he looked down at my ring finger and said "I was going to ask you if you'd like to grab a cup of coffee, or better yet skip the formalities and just head to my place, but I see you're married."
With all the planets seemingly aligned perfectly five seconds earlier, and having my mind set this was the perfect opportunity, my heart was distressed.
Feeling like my window of opportunity was closing quickly, I shamefully blurted out "your place sounded wonderful!!!"
That took him by surprise, seemingly stunned by my response there was an awkward moment of silent between us. Feeling the needed to backpedal and explain, I paused and composed myself, then said, "I am married to a loving, kinky man who has shared me while watching, and has graciously given me the liberty, as you will, to enjoy something on my own. I know it sounds crazy, but it's a fantasy of his, and he has sincerely encouraged me to give it a try. I didn't think I'd actually go through with it, mostly because an opportunity hasn't ever presented itself."
A smile crept back onto his face, as he said "your opportunity is right here, right now, and my condo is less than a mile away!" I smiled back at him, which was all he needed before saying, "let's make both his fantasy and mine a reality, shall we?" Smitten with desire for him, I nodded my head and abandoned my shopping cart, giving into my lust. We then started walking to the front of the store together. Looking around to make sure no one I knew saw us, we made it out to the parking lot undetected.
Getting in my car I followed him like a lost puppy to his place, my mind swirling with thoughts of what I'm about to do. Yes I was nervous, but also just as horny as I kept thinking to myself "Mark wanted this,"knowing all too well I was doing it just for me.
Pulling into the complex, I parked next to him, getting out of the car. We walked up to the building and into a foyer, as he open the door for me. Walking down the hallway, his unit number caught my eye, my loving husband's favorite number, three. A small coincidence maybe, but a subtle reminder
