After my last time taking my wife out and having her wear a a low cut shirt that other men could easily see down her shirt, I wanted to take things to the next step.
I loved showing off her tits, and she got a thrill from it too. But what if we fully exposed her breasts to someone in person?
My mind raced with that idea for a few days. I did not want to go into full on sex with her and another man. I just wanted to show off her tits in a more personal way that photos on the internet could never satisfy.
In one of our love making sessions when we would share dirty ideas to get each other off, I decided to bring it up.
"You know what I'd love? What if we invited some random guy to a hotel room to see your tits," I said as I groped her and kissed down her neck.
There was no immediate negative reaction, she was still in the mood of enjoying being fondled. I took that to be a sign she was open to it.
"It would be so hot letting another man see you expose your big married tits with him standing right there."
The words came out easily enough from my mouth, but I felt a little strange suggesting it because I knew it was a step forward.
She murmured, "Mm, I don't know. I only want to be with you."
I replied, "I know baby, that's what I want too. No sex, just showing. You could see exactly what kind of a reaction you can have on a guy seeing those big tits."
I started playing with her pussy now because every erotic idea sounds better when you're being played with.
"It would be just like when we show your tits off online, but this time there's just one person there to see it," I continued.
"You showing your big tits would be so hot."
I picked up my pace of playing with her, knowing she was enjoying the physical touch more than the fantasy. But given she wasn't totally against it, I took it as a positive sign.
"You like being my little slut, don't you? You like being so naughty for me."
Her body responded as she squirmed and her pussy got wetter and wetter. As she approached climax, I picked up my fingering speed.
"Yes, that's it. You're such a slut showing off those big tits. Do it for me."
She orgasmed, releasing a wave of pussy juice all over my fingers.
As the post orgasm euphoria subsided, I decided to push the topic given I didn't want to have to broach it all over again later.
"So, I can set something up for that idea?"
She closed her eyes as she snuggled with me, "Whatever, do what you need to do."
I was ecstatic she would be willing to do it, but now I needed to find the right person.
I went to the usual site I posted photos of her online to find someone. It needed to be someone that could easily travel to where we live, and would be agreeable to our rules.
I came up with the rules and scenario. Something simple that worked for both parties. We'd want one guy to meet us at a hotel, where we'd go up to the hotel room that we reserved.
Once there, he would stand in front of her, and at a bare minimum, my wife would stand and strip for him, revealing her big tits. She would show them, play with them, and he could masturbate if he wanted to. I would be in the room too.
There would be no sex and likely no physical contact. Just a show. It seemed like a reasonable step for us, without going as far as wife swapping, cuckolding or anything of the like.
I went to the site with this info and began chatting with random guys in there. It's not difficult to find someone to chat with, but finding a person with the right criteria is not simple.
For the purposes of this story, let's fast forward to when I finally found him. Let's call him Alex, and he lived about 2 hours from us and was willing to adhere to our rules. He seemed eager, and understood where we were coming from with this approach.
We set up a date for next week to meet.
When I told my wife I had found a guy, she wasn't thrilled. Similar to showing her off in the restaurant, the idea during the heat of sex sounds a lot better than when you're in the kitchen.
I convinced her to give it a try with the understanding if something isn't to her liking or either of us wants it to stop at any time, it would be over and we'd go our separate ways.
The night of the date, I told her to wear the same outfit from the restaurant. A sleeveless v-neck tank top button up cami on top, and a rose colored balconette bra that barely covered her nipples.