My husband Jim wrote this story about a year ago. i asked him to write it as a way to reinforce our new relationship. It describes my first time.
We are a mature couple, I am 62, she is 59. Kids are grown and have left home to be on their own, so we are empty-nesters. Lately we have been discussing how to spice up the relationship. We both want to try new things. She knows that I have always been very curious about the whole hotwife/cuckold lifestyle. It was always a fantasy to think about my wife Claire with another man. However Claire wasn't sure about the whole thing, but she at least would discuss the possibility with me.
I had a business trip coming up and it happened to work out that Claire could come with me. I had joined a group on an alternative lifestyle website that had a chapter in the city where we would be. The group discussed the lifestyle and held regular meetings. They had a "meet and greet" type of get together planned for the time we would be in that city. So I discussed going with Claire. She was hesitant, but I convinced her that this would be a great way to stick our toe in the water. We wouldn't know anyone there, and we would be very far from home. Claire is very sensitive about anyone ever finding out, so this seemed safer to her. This get together seemed very low pressure, casual, and we could leave if we didn't like anything about it. We planned to only stay for a short time and that Claire would just talk with a few men and see how that felt. Finally, Claire gave in.
It was held in a restaurant, they had reserved a large back room with a bar and tables for about 50 people. Upon entering everyone was given a name tag that showed your name and identified you as cuck, bull, or hotwife. It felt really weird to put on the name tag which showed everyone that I was a cuckold, but it was great to see Claire with her hotwife designation. The crowd was a bit older than I anticipated, the hotwives were mostly in their 40s and 50s (I would guess), although some were younger. The bulls were all ages, and the cucks were mostly a bit older. The hotwives and bulls mingled together while we cucks got drinks or just kept out of the way. Claire would wave me over when she wanted something, or if she wanted me to meet one of the bulls she was chatting with. The bulls were cordial enough when/if they acknowledged me, but there was an obvious class structure and we cucks were the bottom layer. All the bulls seemed to feel comfortable ordering around any cuck - and we were happy to oblige. I noticed that the cucks called the bulls "Sir", so I did the same.
I guess I should describe Claire. She is late 50s, 5'6, busty, super smile, keeps in great shape and has a fun personality. She was wearing heels and a tight fitting low-cut dress, and it didn't take long for a number of the bulls to make their way over to her. She seemed very reserved at first, but after some wine I could see she was loosening up and enjoying herself. After chatting with lots of men, Claire seemed to have focused on one particular gentleman. I suppose we had been there for maybe two hours when she called me over and then led me to a quiet place to talk. I asked her if she was ok, and she said that she was nervous at first, but that she was very comfortable now. She mentioned that she would be fine if I left, as "Mark" had offered to bring her back to the hotel. I told her that maybe she was moving too fast, we had agreed that she would just meet some people at this. She agreed but asked to stay a bit longer. I said fine and Claire went back to her seat.
It wasn't much later that Mark waved me over. He had me buy a round for him and Claire (and for two other couples that they were chatting with). He then ordered me to go and put some money in a meter where he was parked on the street outside, as the time was running out for the parking spot. When I got back, he and Claire were kissing sensually. Mark held up his hand when he saw me approach, as a gesture for me to wait while he finished the deep french kiss with Claire. When they finished, he told me that he would be taking Claire back to the hotel later and that I must leave now. Also, I was to have a bottle of wine chilled and ready in the room, and I was to be wearing nothing but a pair of Claire's panties. The other bulls laughed at hearing this. I looked at Claire for support, but she just said "do as he says cuck". I had no choice but to say "yes Sir" to Mark. I started to ask him a question, but Mark abruptly stopped me and reminded me loudly that cucks only talk when spoken to. I sheepishly nodded my head and left.
