(All sex is between adults 18 or older.)
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I've searched around for stories like mine, hoping some perspective could make me feel better. My wife is cheating on me, often, and always with much younger men. She makes sure they're old enough by concentrating on guys in college.
I don't know what angle to view my situation. It started as just a hotwife fantasy, me telling her that I wouldn't mind if she wanted to play with another man.
Our own sexual activity had reached "dead bed" levels after twenty years together. Several things were messing up our bedroom sports. Some issues were beyond our control, such as my very low libido as I aged, and Trudy's sagging tits and greying hair. Other things we should have controlled but didn't, like our weight and lack of fitness. We had both gotten seriously out of shape over the years, exercising less and eating more. My "dad bod" had graduated to full "beer gut" dimensions, and Trudy never really lost much weight after our last child was born. Now her love handles had handles.
Flogging my meat in front of the PC, I read a lot of stories about swinging or swapping couples. It seems far removed from my reality. Truth is, very few people would find my wife or me sexually attractive. I had my porn outlets, but women are different than men and don't spend time masturbating in front of a computer. My wife's unmet sexual needs just festered and grew. Her only outlet for her unhappiness was me, and she constantly made fun of me any time I said anything vaguely sexual. Both of us had, without giving it any thought, begun changing clothes in the bathroom if the other person was in the bedroom at the same time. We'd grown past indifference about each other's bodies to shame about our own.
Hot wife porn revolves around wives who have their husband's permission, and maybe even active encouragement, to take a lover. In the stories I enjoyed reading the most, the husband watches wifey in the act, sort of his own personal real-life porn movie. There's a lot of overlap with cuckold stories. People on the internet have long-running arguments about which hot wife and which is cuckold, or both, or neither.
A hot wife is what I wanted. If Tracy could find an outlet for sex, we could both enjoy the benefits. We went out together a few times, spending hours in bars and clubs, nursing our drinks, hoping some guy might flirt. We did what the internet people seemed to do, frequenting hotel bars, teeming with men on the road, looking for fun before they went home to their wives. We got a good eye for other couples like us, trolling for a one-night Romeo. We wasted a lot of time before lightning struck.
We'd gone to the mid-range hotel in the neighboring city and were surprised to find it crawling with kids. Well, not kids, but teenagers. It had been so long since our youngest graduated that we forgot about Spring Break Week. The hotel had rented entire floors to high school seniors from other states for their party binge. Very few of the boys and girls were in the actual hotel bar because they were under 21. But like 18- and 19-year olds everywhere, they found ways to buy alcohol, and they filled their rooms with beer and cheap whiskey.
Tracy had been intercepted by thoroughly drunk teen as she returned from the rest rooms across the lobby. He leered at her low-cut blouse and made an indecent invitation to come to his room, but she shrugged him off and came back to tell me about it. She thought it was hilarious, but it gave me the beginning of an erection when I played the scene in my head.
It took me almost half-an hour to convince her that this might be fun for both of us, and then I rented a room. My thinking was that most of the partiers were sharing rooms, and even if we got lucky the guy wouldn't have a room of his own. I knew my way around hotels from all my business travel, so I asked for a room near the stairwell. This of course put us near the elevators, where more people would pass our room.
We propped the door open and began to share, very slowly, a bottle of wine from room service. There were at least 30 rooms on the floor, which meant a hundred or more partiers, all coming and going. More than a few said "hi" as they passed our door or stood right outside waiting for the elevator. Tracy had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and removed her bra, and a few guys came in to chat a few minutes before dashing off.
This was fun as hell, but we weren't sure we were accomplishing very much until an hour or two had passed. Now the nature of the traffic in the hallway was changing. More of the teens were returning than departing, and the ones wandering in the hallway no longer had anywhere to go. They were less sober, and when they got to their rooms they propped their doors open and kept partying. The smell of grass was spreading down the hallway and the entire hotel floor became one great big frat party.
Tracy and I wandered around, being nice to the fraction of partygoers who said hello to us or tried to strike up a conversation. The few women in sight were each surrounded by lots of guys, each hoping to get lucky. Tracy went into one room that had many guys but no girls and her half-exposed breasts became the center of attention. I wandered off on my own just to give her some space, and when I came back a few minutes later her blouse was open and three of the young men were playing with her breasts. I turned quickly to see who could see her behavior but everyone was making noise, dancing and drinking.
I joined my wife and the many hands on her chest all fell away instantly. I put an arm around Tracy, hoisted one of her funbags in my other hand, and said to the group "Don't be shy, boys. My wife's a naughty slut and she loves having her boobs fondled." The young man closest to her on the other side took me at my word and reached up to reclaim a breast for himself. I backed away slightly, staying in the room but letting more hands fondle Tracy's large tits.
Having had his fill of breast, he said to me "Is it only her boobs? Can I touch her ass?" Without waiting for a reply he began fondling her prominent butt. I had a feeling tonight was going to end well.
"If we're going to explore more of Tracy's body I'm going to want to close the door, or go to our room," I said. It wasn't at all clear to me whose room we were in, so I was happy when the two guys actively caressing Tray's body said "Lead on, Husband" and led her out the door. The few women on the floor were now mostly topless themselves, and no one paid any attention to our foursome as we slipped into our room and closed the door.
"I'm going to put the young men in charge, Tracy," I said with a smile. "They want to see quite a bit more of you, I think." That prompted her to mime a dance while taking the rest of her blouse off.
