Warning! This story involves a woman having sex with someone that is not her husband, and the husband is not bothered by this fact. I know that most of the trolls will ignore that fact to complain bitterly and then one star the story out of spite, but seriously - if this isn't your type of story, try one of the many thousands of others here on Literotica.
All events depicted in this story are entirely true and accurate, or at least as accurate as my memory can reconstruct. With that said, the names of the guilty have been changed for their protection. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.
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This is another story from our early hotwifing days; it took place about a year after the events of "Dawn and the Softball Coach". Dawn would have been right at twenty-seven years old here, making me twenty-nine.
For those of you unfamiliar with Dawn, my wife is a tall, curvy girl. She stands about five feet seven inches tall, has dirty blonde hair that hangs in ringlets to her shoulders, and possesses the most captivating, sparkling blue eyes you have ever seen. She is also blessed with large, round, D cup breasts.
By the time of this story, Dawn and I had fully embraced hotwifing. While there were times that we would play together -- most often, either picking up a guy at a bar or setting up a meeting with one from Adult Friend Finder -- most of her playing was done alone.
We had strict rules around her extramarital play. She would always let me know who she was meeting, where they were going, about how long she expected to be gone. If plans changed, she would give me a quick heads up. She was free to do whatever she felt like doing, with one big caveat -- she wouldn't do anything with other guys that she refused to do with me (or that she had never done with me). In fairness, this rule was mostly pointless; I don't know that I can ever recall Dawn outright refusing me some sex act, and we had tried almost everything we could think of... but just for the sake of trust and transparency, we kept this rule in place.
Whenever she got home, she was to tell me all about what she had done, and she was to give me enthusiastic sex -- this ensured that rather than me missing out on sex, any meets she had with other men guaranteed that I would be getting some hot, raw, uninhibited passion from my wife. The net effect here was that our sex lives as a whole benefitted greatly; her playing led to more sex overall between us, a higher libido in Dawn, and a better quality of sex (read: more dirty, no holds barred sex) altogether.
Finally, we always maintained a veto rule. At any point, either of us was allowed to veto a given sex act, a given meet, or even a given partner -- and the other person would not be allowed to be angry, upset, or even question it until after the fact. In all of the years that we have played, I have only ever used the veto twice; I trust Dawn, she trusts me, we respect one another's boundaries and put each other's happiness first. Also, it doesn't hurt that we have little in the way of actual boundaries...
Back to the story.
At the time, I was the IT guy for a beverage distributing company. This means that I was frequently called to various locations around the state, usually to handle small issues such as "I can't print" and "my email won't send". This was before remote assistance software was commonplace -- and our company would have been too cheap to invest in it, anyway -- so I spent a lot of time driving from location to location. At least I had a company car, so if they wanted to pay me to drive around in their vehicle, so be it.
On the day of this tale, we had a lot going on. I had been tasked at work with driving to our smallest location, a tiny little place in the middle of nowhere a good hour and a half from home, to complete a small equipment upgrade project. Our daughter had a birthday party planned for that evening at the local roller skate rink. The timing for that was great; I would often finish my work earlier in the day, but my company didn't mind if I drove on home as opposed to driving all the way back to the main office for a half hour or whatever, so on remote days like this, I would often get home a half hour to an hour early. This would be huge to help prevent any pre-party rush.
Dawn also had her own plans that day. There was a local guy named Greg that had flirted with her some in various social settings. Now, that in and of itself wasn't at all unusual; Dawn has always seemed to exude sexuality; I've lost count of the number of drinks that got bought for her, the number of men who went out of their way to chat with her. She's had guys buy her lunch at the food court, buy snacks at whatever venue, buy popsicles for the kids. It has happened when she was out with her friends, it has happened when she was with her mother, it has happened when I was there. I long ago learned to laugh and be glad that I wasn't having to foot her entire bar tab (and, in many cases, we have gone out and I haven't had to buy a single drink for her), as opposed to getting jealous and mad over it.
Well, Greg had chatted with her several times, had gotten her phone number, and had been trying to get her to meet him for a few weeks now. Greg knew full well that Dawn was married with kids, but given how Dawn hadn't cut off some of his more outrageous flirting in the past, he likely felt like he had a shot to at least play with her. So far, however, the guy hadn't been able to make his schedule align with my wife's.
At the time, Dawn was working as a night shift nurse in an ICU; she was in the middle of her off day stretch which again was a big help for the party planning. As was customary for many people who work nights but still try to live normal lives with their families, Dawn had left the day open so that she could have a normal sleep rotation and enjoy the birthday party.
As I drove that morning to the remote office, I let my mind wander. I found myself thinking of some of the dirty play we had done, some of the dirty chats that Dawn had been having with guys online. My daydreams were interrupted as Dawn called me. She told me that Greg had let her know that he had some off time that day, and that he had invited her to lunch (his treat, of course). Since she had no other plans that day, she had decided to agree and to finally meet him.
We lived in more of a suburb area without a lot of development (or places to eat) near us, but there was a state park only a ten minute or so drive away that happened to contain one of Dawn's favorite restaurants, so Greg had suggested that as the location. I put her on the spot, asked her if she had any other plans. She laughed, but denied any other motives. "It's just lunch," she explained. "I don't really know him that well. I'm really just wanting to see if there's any chemistry for the future."
My wife was never one to play games or sneak around, so I was satisfied by her explanation. "Besides," she added, "we will be at the state park. It's not like there are rooms for us to duck into."
I chuckled; she had a point. I wished her good luck and a good lunch. "That's what I'm hoping for," she declared. "If I get a good meal out of this, it's a success. If we click, that's a bonus for later."
After she declared her love for me and hung up, I let my mind wander more. Truth be told, I was itching for some reclaim sex. That look in Dawn's eyes after she had been a naughty girl... ugh, it touched my very soul, got my pulse racing, made me stupid. That wanton expression on her face, the NEED in her touch... I missed it, was greedy to experience it again. Today sadly wouldn't be that day, but hopefully that would change soon. Maybe this guy would be a potential playmate for the future.
As I drove down the lonely rural highway, I let my thoughts wander to a time years prior, when a younger Dawn had worn a certain green skirt while we went on a date to that very same state park. As I recalled, we had done some heavy making out among the wooded trails, and had gone even farther than that among some bamboo in a lonely corner of the park that evening. Of course, we had been very young and much dumber back then; it was one thing for unmarried kids to take part in a fumbling quickie... it was quite another for adults to risk public indecency charges in the middle of the day.
Even so, the fantasy was nice and helped to take my mind off of the miles.
