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 negligée 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 negligée 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?"
"Yes, thank you. You are always so thoughtful," she said grinning.
"P opened the wine, and we toasted our first date."
"Did you make out with him on the sofa?"
"Yes, after our snacks and after we had finished a couple glasses of the Prosecco."
"How did it start?"
"He put his hand on my leg as I sat beside him. He turned toward me, and he kissed me. Then, I pulled my long skirt up to my hips so that I could straddle his legs and I kissed him hard and deep. Our lips parted and his tongue danced with mine for the first time ever."
"His hands slid from my shoulders down to my ass to pull me against his hardening cock. Then, he caressed my tits through my black t-shirt and bra."
"Is he a good kisser?"
"Yes, he is an excellent kisser and our kisses made me want him even more. I already could feel myself getting very wet, although, to tell you the truth, I was already getting wet in the car with him."
"After we had made out for several minutes, I told him to wait for me while I took a shower to freshen up. He said he would like to join me, so I took his hand and led him to our bathroom."
"When we were in the bathroom we kissed, and his hand moved up to play with my tits again."
"And then...?"
"And then, he stripped me."
"He grasped the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head, then he unhooked my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders. His mouth found my left nipple and he gently licked and sucked until it hardened for him making me gasp with pleasure, and then he did the same thing to my right one."
"I thought that he had gone into a trance when he kissed me again and then got down on his knees to take my skirt off. He unzipped the side zipper and pulled the skirt down over my hips and let the material fall and pool at my feet. I heard him gasp, as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of my little black string and slowly drew it down my legs to join my skirt on the floor. He freed the panty and my skirt from my feet. I parted my thighs for him and then he slowly brought his face close to my bare pussy mound. When I felt his hot breath on my clit I moaned again."
