Julie and I had been married for about 10 years. We had a robust sex life, but not as frequent as it was during the early years. To spice things up we had watched porn and read erotic stories to each other. The porn and erotica that I picked out was always about married women having sex with men who were not their husbands. Julie never commented about my choices. Not once.
On this particular occasion, we had attended a huge Christmas party thrown by the company where I work. It was held at a local hotel and there was plenty of drinking and dancing at the party. We had each danced with other partners at various times throughout the evening. I danced with my female coworkers (two were married and three were single) and with a few of my male coworker's wives. Although the sample size was rather small for the unmarried women, I think the married women were far more provocative in their dancing and I admit that I had a perpetual erection that evening. We were there for about four hours and there were several lengthy stretches of time where I didn't see Julie.
Anticipating that we might drink too much for driving, we booked a room for the evening at the same hotel where the party was hosted. I was having a slow dance with Maria Sheridan, one of the single co-workers, when Julie tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I'm so sorry Maria, but I need to cut in and steal my husband from you."
At first, I thought I might be in trouble, but Julie just snuggled up to me and whispered in my ear, "I think she was enjoying that dance quite a bit."
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"Well, I can feel your erection against my stomach. I'm sure she could too. Her eyes were closed, and she had a look of sexual bliss on her face."
"Oh, Geez! Is it that obvious? My erection, I mean."
"It doesn't show through your pants, but I can sure feel it against my body. Let's go up to our room. I have a surprise, that I hope you will like."
We were acting like a couple of giddy school children as we stumbled to the elevators and went up to the 5th floor. As soon as we entered our room, I pushed Julie against the wall and kissed her on the mouth. She responded passionately and our hands were going everywhere over each other, unbuttoning, pulling, unsnapping, and unhooking clothes until I was in my tighty-whities and Julie was in her matching light-blue panties and bra. Her panties displayed a very visible wet spot over her pussy.
As I was reaching out and pulling her bra straps down over her shoulders, Julie pushed me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and knelt down between my legs. She grasped the waistband of my underwear and tugged them down. I lifted my ass off of the bed so she could pull them all the way off and she tossed them over her shoulder onto the floor behind her. She immediately grasped my raging hard-on, admired it for a brief moment then licked it up the front, from the base to the tip. The she slowly lowered her mouth over the head and took as much as she could into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yeah!" I exclaimed.
She pulled her mouth off of my dick with a slurping pop. "Does it turn you on to watch me suck your cock?" she asked.
"Very much," I replied.
"Would it turn you on if I were sucking on someone else's cock?" Semen erupted from my cock, glancing off her forehead and landing in her hair. "I guess I got my answer." She said, giggling, as my cock continued to twitch and spurted ropes of cum onto her face.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I recovered. "Where did that come from?"
"Well, you seem to like 'hotwife' vids and stories, so I was probing to see how serious this fantasy is for you."
"Oh, you have no idea how deep it goes and how serious I am." I retorted.
"Quite the contrary. You just gave an impressive physical response to my enquiry, which demonstrates a VERY deep seeded desire to let me suck another man's cock," she said as she started to wipe the cum from her face with her index finger.
I pulled her hand from her face and said, "no, don't wipe up your face. You look so incredibly sexy with cum on your face."
"What if it were another man's cum? Would you like to see another man cum on my face or would you be satisfied to hear the details after the fact?" She was deftly increasing the sexual tension.
"I would love to see another cock deposit sperm on your lovely face. Even better, I want to see you use your left hand to guide that other cock into your steamy, wet pussy. Did you have a particular person in mind?"
"Hmm. How about Alex? And why my left hand?" She asked.
"Because I want to see your wedding ring as you do it." I replied. "Alex DeLong? Why him?" Alex was a good guy. Kind of a nerdy fellow, but a solid worker and as nice as a person could be. He was always willing to lend a hand. He was a little socially inept and lacked a bit of common sense, but otherwise intelligent. I considered him a friend, though we weren't particularly close.
"I danced with him this evening and he pressed himself up against me. He was hard and his cock was a nice size. What if you were not there or I couldn't find you when I have the opportunity to suck or fuck another man's cock, like Alex's?" My dick was rock hard, even after just having blown a super huge load that was still dripping off of Julie's face.
"Then I'd want to hear all the details after you were done. Pictures of the deed would be greatly appreciated, and of course, I would want to see the cream pie evidence."
"Do you require me to let you know before the event or is it okay to just tell you after the deed is done?" She had the presence of mind to use my swollen dick to wipe up some of the cum from her face. Then she stuck it in her mouth and cleaned off the semen with an audible sucking "SLURP."
"You have a blanket hall pass, my darling. You don't need to ask my permission to have sex with anyone you want, any time you want."
"Would this hall pass happen to be retroactive to the past?" She asked with a slight quiver in her voice and moistening eyes. While continuing to make eye contact, she scooped up more cum with my dick. "SLURP."
My stomach suddenly knotted up. I felt slightly nauseous. I could easily anticipate what was coming next. My lovely bride, who was always so loving and faithful, had either given another man a blowjob, or fucked him, or both. "What are you telling me?" I asked with a bit of an edge to my voice. "Did you do something with Alex tonight or are you referring to some other event I don't know about?"
She gazed at me with a stunned expression. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted me to be a hotwife." A single tear streamed down her face as she asked, "Did I read the signs wrong?"
I put my hands gently on either side of her head and pulled her to me. Then I kissed her firmly on her mouth. Our tongues swirled together, and I could taste the saltiness of my own cum. When we stopped to catch our breath, I said, "You were not wrong. I just want you to be honest with me, and you're doing that right now. No harm. No foul. When did this happen?"
