Evolution in hotwifing is inevitable and welcome as the hotwife begins to enjoy and tests her new sexual freedom with the encouragement and support of her husband. My wife and I had enjoyed our "stag-vixen" hotwife experiences for several years, but always though me finding "bulls" for her through an online swinger's website.
I had carefully screened her bulls and selected them by their physical appearance as well as by their experience in and understanding of their role as a bull in a couple's hotwife relationship.
Recently, on an afternoon walk on a lovely spring day in the countryside, my wife made a surprise revelation.
"What would you say if I told you that I have been texting someone from work?"
"I would be happy of course; do you want to fuck him?"
"It is kind of going, slowly, in that direction, she admitted. "Yes, I think I do want to fuck him."
"That's great," I replied. "This is such a turn-on for me". "I'm glad, but why is that such a turn-on?" she asked.
"Because this is all you. You set this up yourself, without my help, and then told me about it. You even asked permission. That makes me feel secure and makes me fall love you even more."
We kissed and "sealed the deal" that she would continue texting and see what would evolve with the expectation that she would successfully seduce and ultimately fuck her coworker. Being that he was married and not a "libertin,"this would surely be more complicated than finding a random bull from our swingers' website and it was somewhat of a departure from our professed "ethically non-monogamous" lifestyle.
As days passed, they continued texting with the texting gradually evolved into "sexting." She told me on several occasions, that his texts were exciting to her getting her very wet, and that she badly wanted to meet "P" for their first sexual encounter.
After a week or so, they agreed on a time and place to meet, which would be the following Friday evening at our apartment.
I was thrilled and excited that they had finally arranged to meet.
I asked her to tell P that I was excited for her and happy to leave them the apartment for their "intimacy".
On the morning of the day they would meet, she dressed casually for work with a black t-shirt and a long leopard print skirt that hugged her hips. Underneath, she chose a simple black "string" panty and a nude colored bra trimmed in black lace.
Before they were to meet and come to our apartment, I had prepared some hot hors d'oeuvres which I kept warm for them in the oven, and I left them a nice bottle of Prosecco in the refrigerator.
I placed two champagne glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch, where I was sure they would first sit to get comfortable and more than likely make out before she would lead him into our bedroom for him to fuck her.
I left our apartment about fifteen minutes before they were to arrive and texted my wife that I was headed to a bar to wait for them to finish.
I was on "pins-and-needles" waiting to rejoin my hotwife. My emotions ran from intense sexual desire to minor pangs of jealousy. I downed a couple IPAs and enjoyed a small dinner as I waited the allotted three hours before I was to return.
At nine PM sharp, I received a text from my wife saying that he was in the elevator and that I should return home. She mentioned that everything had been fine and that I would love her story. I finished my last beer and hurried home.
Her story
My wife met me at the door wearing a black negligΓ©e that she had slipped on just before he left.
"Ummm, you look beautiful, I love you." I said as I entered the apartment.
"Show me that just-fucked slutwife pussy."
She slowly lifted the hem of her negligΓ©e and I gazed at her pink and swollen labia still glistening with her arousal, tell-tale signs that they had done the deed, and that my sweet wife's pussy had taken a serious pounding by her coworker's cock.
I embraced her and we kissed deeply, and she led me into the bedroom. I noticed that the bed was a total mess, with the comforter in disarray and the pillows tossed everywhere, and I kissed her again.
"So... please tell me everything."
"Ask me what you want to know," she replied.
"How did you get to the apartment?"
"In his car, we parked in the street in front."
"Did you find the hors d'oeuvres and Prosecco?"