I am a fan. I am a fan of reading or watching true amateur wives own and celebrate their sexual nature. I am a fan. I am a fan of sluts. I don't choose to use that term in a derogatory nature either.
My wife is a slut! She is absolute slut, and I love her for it. Now, getting herself to love that about her was a different, and a bit more difficult. Until this past January she "played" the part, but was never really into it full swing. I always asked her if she really wanted other men and she always replied that she did, but actions didn't meet words. Those of you with REAL hotwives know there isn't a switch to flip on. It truly takes encouragement and patience to bring out what society has repressed.
So, we are your typical 40 something white couple with kids, good jobs, family and lives outside of sex. We both are avid runners and in decent shape. There is quite the height discrepancy between us, but I won't go into too much more detail on us because this is a REAL story. Our experience in the lifestyle is limited, but fun. We have been to several lifestyle clubs where we enjoyed people watching us as she sucks my cock or we fuck. A few times she has enjoyed men rubbing her tits or pussy, but as far as the lifestyle goes it was pretty vanilla. We have profiles on several swinger websites and are constantly back and forth with single males, but yet have to really meet in person.
Our trip started out with me entering us in a ½ marathon in Georgia last January. It was a great chance for us to get away without kids, run a race, and visit a few lifestyle places in Atlanta. I had it all planned out...we were going to run the race, go to the adult bookstore so she could try the gloryhole scene and give some handjobs, and visit Club Trapeze. I also was going to use the lifestyle sight to line up 2 guys for her to fuck while I filmed. She knew about all of this and was game.
So as time drew nearer things began to slowly fall apart. The guys wouldn't commit and I just knew this was going to be a wasted trip. We decided we would just go and whatever happened would happen. Boy am I glad we did!
After the ½ marathon was over we went back to our hotel to get ready for the day. It was about 12 o'clock. She showered and proceeded to get ready. As most men know, waiting on woman to get ready is usually a long process. So, I took my time in the shower until I heard "Honey, I'm going down to the bar to get some wine and wait on you." I really didn't think anything other than "why can't she get ready that fast at home?"
I finished my shower and was ready to go in about 30 minutes and picked up my phone to leave. I looked down to find 5 text messages from my wife. The read:
"I hope you like what I'm wearing"
"Cute guy here I'm flirting with...he is hot"
"This might be the one"
"I have my hand on his leg right now"
and the last one... " sit down away from us and watch"
I was nervous, nauseous, and excited all in one instant! First, I couldn't wait to see what she was wearing. Second, my mind race at what might happen. Lastly, I was excited that she was the one making things happen, and not me.
So, I hurried down to the bar and saw them. She looked amazing and to be honest there wasn't much left to imagine. She was wearing a thin white long sleeve v-neck t shirt and tight black leggings with red heels. Her nipples are pierced and very dark. You could completely see her barbells and the outline of her erect nipples and areolas. Her "slut" anklet hung loose around her right ankle and dangled off her heels. She looked hot!
There were 4 or 5 guys scattered around the bar and they were situated at the end with their backs toward me. I took a seat and ordered a drink and watched them. In fact, I could hear them because the bar was so empty. He was a younger guy; around 25 to 30, average build and had great hair. I mean the soap opera guy hair. Funny the little things you remember.
I wanted to send her a text, but was afraid it would scare him off, kill the mood, or give up our game. I set there for about 10 minutes watching her gently touch him on the arm, hands, legs and shoulder as they talked. He was there on business and was meeting up with some college friends later that evening. He had just come down for lunch. Now, my wife is big into sports, and talk it with any man. So, I listened to them talk about basketball and football and laughed at how my wife was schooling this guy. He was being respectful, almost too respectful, and it seemed like this was going to be a dead end. Then she got more aggressive! This is where things really heated up.
She looked over her shoulder and saw me sitting there, and then leaned to him and their conversation went like this:
Her: "I think I twisted my ankle in the race today" as she lifted her ankle with the "slut" anklet up to the edge of his stool.
Him: He looked at it and touched it with his hand "It doesn't look to bad." "What does your anklet say."
Her:"You can read it if you want" as she put her leg in his lap.
Him: he looked at it for an extended period of time... "does that say what I think it does?"
Her: "Yes it does...because I am"
Him: "I thought you were married"
Her: " I am, but my husband knows...have you ever heard of a hotwife?"
Him: "No, what does that mean"
Her: "Well it is hard to explain, I think I can show you better."
Him: "No way, you said your husband is here and I don't want any trouble"
Her: "Well if you asked him if I could show you, would that make you feel better?"
