This is part 3 of series, based on my real life experience, with only the names changed for anonymity. If you are not into the hotwife/cuckold scene, please pass this by. If you are into this, I'd appreciate your constructive comments.
So here I was, sitting at my PC, working from home and thinking about my first adventure into the world of being a cuckold husband. Prior to meeting my wife, I had ventured into the world of swinging and had met various couples and wives over the years, so had experienced things from the other side, so to speak. Then I'd met Linda. We got on like a house on fire, enjoyed similar things in life and it just felt right to move in with each other after a short period of time. Within 3 years, we decided to get married. For both of us, it was our second marriages and we intended to put our initial disastrous marriages truly behind us. We were both in our mid-forties, had good jobs and were reasonably fit. Our kids from our previous marriages had all grown up and left home, so here we were, young enough to be enjoying our new life together.
A casual comment, whilst on our honeymoon, about whether I'd enjoy seeing my wife, Linda, with her ex-boyfriend Christian, had resulted in him meeting us at our house and me watching Linda and Christian have sex. I'd known about Christian from early on in our relationship and how he had opened Linda's eyes to the world of swinging with both couples, females and single males. I too had been honest and open with Linda about my meetings and adventures with both couples and wives. Quite often, in bed, we would share the stories of our sexual adventures, which certainly added a spark in the bedroom.
I must admit, I was unsure when I first said OK to the suggestion, however, when it came to the evening and watching them together, I enjoyed it, enough for Linda to asks whether I wanted her to arrange another meeting with Christian.
"Why not." I told her, "If it's anything like the last meeting, then it should be fun."
"OK, I'll get in touch with Christian and see what I can arrange."
Immediately, Linda text Christian and within about 15 minutes of sending it, she received a reply from him and headed off to the kitchen, no doubt to check the calendar.
"Christian would love to meet up again and I've checked our calendar and next Tuesday would work for us and also Christian."
"Great, in that case, tell him that's fine."
Linda text him and almost immediately received a reply.
"Christian won't be able to get to us until about 6ish and has a meeting locally the following day, so wondered whether it would be OK for him to stay over? I'll make up the spare bedroom and he can stay in there. What do you think?"
"Yes, that's not a problem, especially if it helps him out."
Linda text him and let him know and told me that he'd replied and said thanks.
The next week went quickly, with a mixture of work and social meetings with friends and before we knew it, Tuesday had arrived.
Linda had prepared a meal that just needed to be reheated and had got the spare room made up for Christian. Just after 4, she had gone upstairs to have a bath and change. I imagined that, as part of her preparation, that she would shave her pussy, something she told me that Christian enjoyed. When she appeared in the lounge, she was wearing a dress. Again, I knew from what she'd told me previously, that Christian particularly enjoyed her in a dress. She was also wearing a favourite perfume of mine, that always got me aroused.
At just gone 6, Christian's car pulled up on the drive. The doorbell rang and I answered it, letting Christian in. He put down his overnight bag in the hall and went into the lounge, presenting Linda with a bouquet of yellow flowers, her favourite and also a bottle of Prosecco, her preferred long drink of choice.
She thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. She then patted the sofa, telling him to take a seat and asked me to get us drinks.
Linda asked for a glass of her Prosecco, Christian and I settled for a glass of red wine.
When I went back into the lounge with the drinks, Linda was sat next to Christian, on the sofa. I passed them their drinks and sat in the armchair, across the room, facing the sofa.
We chatted about work and what we'd be getting up to socially, since we'd last met. Christian told us about his trips abroad with work and that he'd still not had time to meet another woman, due to being too busy.
"Well, you've always got me." Linda replied. "If that's OK with you Pete?"
Before I knew it, I had replied, "Yes, of course." In my head I was thinking, bloody hell, why did you go and say that and also reply so quickly.
Linda picked up on this and said, "Oh, that didn't take you long to think about!" A broad grin spread across her face. "Well Mr. C, it looks as though Pete has given you and I an open invitation to meet again."
Christian smiled, lent forward and kissed Linda full on the lips. She responded, parting her lips and entwining their tongues. I noticed Christian's hand move up Linda's thigh and his thumb press into where her pussy would be under her dress. Linda let out a purr of delight, as they continued to kiss. Christian had obviously hit the spot. I sat, transfixed and noticed that I'd started to get an erection.
"Right, before we get too carried away, let's have dinner." Linda suggested.
I topped up our drinks, as Linda reheated the meal she had prepared and served it. Whilst we chatted about normal everyday things, if I had been a mind-reader, I would have bet that we were each sat there thinking, I wonder what will happen after we've eaten.
After dinner, I helped Linda clear up, topped up our glasses and we went back into the lounge, sitting in exactly the same positions, Linda and Christian on the sofa and me in the armchair facing them.
Linda was almost through her bottle of Prosecco and by her behaviour, I could tell. She had become a lot friskier. Suddenly, she said, "Let's put some music on." She went to her phone, went through her music app and announced, "Yes, this playlist is a good one."
Kiss by Prince filled the room from the speakers.
With that, Linda got up from the sofa and stood in front of Christian. "I do believe that you enjoyed me putting on a bit of a dance show, when we stayed at that hotel a couple of years ago, so this is for you."
Linda began to dance provocatively in front of Christian. From my armchair, all I could see was Linda's back. So, I decided to move to another armchair, that gave me a side on view.
Her hips snaked from side to side, as her 38C breast jiggled under her dress. She began to rub her hands up and down her thighs and over her breasts. She moved towards Christian and stood in front of him, her legs planted slightly further apart than she'd normally stand. Christian took the signal and put his right hand under Linda's dress, obviously feeling her pussy. Linda wriggled a bit, ensuring Christian's finger was pressing her buttons so to speak. She then leant forward and kissed him deeply, before moving back to the middle of the lounge, still facing him.
Next up was "I'm A Slave 4U" by Britney Spears.
As the song began, Linda changed her dancing rhythm in time with it. Linda then took the hem of her dress and held it with both hands, pulling it up and above her head, before tossing it to one side.
There she stood, in front of Christian, in her bare feet and white lacy underwear. Her 38C breasts, cascading over the top of the bra. At one point she turned away from Christian, pushing her ass towards him. As she did, I glimpsed the tell-tale damp patch of arousal at the front of her knickers.
As she faced away from Christian, she put her hands behind her, unclipping her bra. She discarded this to one side, covering each of her breasts with one of her hands before turning around. She moved close to Christian's face and as she did so, she removed her hands, letting her ample breasts swing freely. Her nipples were already hard and aroused.
She took one of her breasts in her hand and offered it to Christian. He lent forward and took her nipple into his mouth, gently but firmly biting it with his teeth. Linda's knees buckled slightly as he did this.
She once again moved further away from Christian, into the centre of the room. She then asked me to come and join her in the centre of the room. I did as I was asked. As I got near her, she said, "Please could you pull my knickers off for me."
Linda stood in front of me and I knelt on the floor in front of her, my eyeline, level with her lacy white knickers. I put both of my hands, either side of the waistband and began to slowly pull them down. Linda stepped out of them and said to me, "Pete, are my knickers wet?"
I picked them up from the floor and indeed, the gusset of them was soaked with Linda's juices of arousal. "Yes, they are." I replied.
"Why do you think that is?"
"Probably because you are looking forward to fucking Christian?" I asked.
"Right first time." Linda replied, as she smiled.
