(continued from Greg and Kelly 1: What's a Hotwife?)
As things sometimes happen, we had our really hot and sexy night, then real life hit again. My wife spent her afternoons running to softball practice, Karate classes and school events. Being parents and finding time to also being sexual beings doesn't always work out. Of course, I still went into overdrive trying to find stories and videos to share with Kelly. The problem was that so much of the content out there would have language or scenarios that turned her off. I got a couple of books online and some self published stories we could read on our tablets. But, nothing was a good fit to convey my fantasy in a way my wife could also find enjoyable. Once we got past the holidays and New Year we found time to drop the kids with my parents and had a date night that included a wonderful dinner and some dancing (Kelly loves to dance, I do my best to not look like an idiot.) we came home sweaty and worked up. When we got to our bedroom Kelly told me to undress, get into bed and she would be right back. As I lay under the covers and wondered what kind of surprise she had for me?
I was trying to figure out how to present my Hotwife fantasy in a way that Kelly would enjoy and get excited about. My head was starting to hurt when our Master Bathroom door opened. There stood Kelly in an outfit I never thought I would see her in. She had on black garters with silk stocking and black heels! Her breasts were cupped in a lacy half bra that showed off her breasts and long nipples.
My wife has never been one to show off. She dresses very nice, but never would she dress in a sexy manner. This was shocking. "You look awesome!" I almost yelled.
She giggled. "I noticed a lot of the pictures you showed me online had a common theme. So, I thought I would see what your reaction was. Sounds like you approve."
Boy, did I! I have always had a fetish for black stockings and garter belts, but none of my girlfriends have ever shown any interest in dressing up for me, and like I said, Kelly is not into being flashy. This was way out of character for my wife!
She sauntered over to the bed "You know, this was a very affordable outfit. If you like, I can get more. And in colors like red or purple. The lady at the mall was very helpful. I could even take you with me, you could help me pick out my outfits."
She was now standing next to the bed with her hands on her hips. "Would you like that Greg?"
I was having trouble breathing. "Black is fine. I like you in black." I whispered, watching her every move. This was like a dream come true. My heart raced.
She cocked an eyebrow at me "You didn't answer my question honey. Do you want to go pick out sexy outfits with me at the mall?"
Of course I wanted to do that! But she seemed to be asking something more. "Yes. I would enjoy that."
She smiled. "I don't think you understand what I'm asking you honey. Did you think I forgot about your dirty little fantasy? Sharing me with other men? You said you wanted to watch. You told me how you wanted to sit next to the bed as another man made love to me. Right?"
I swallowed. HARD. "Oh! I..." I couldn't speak! It was like Kelly had sucked all of the air out of the room. My vision seemed to darken until my wife was all I could see.
She bent at the waist and put both hands on the edge of the bed, her breast swelled in the half bra with her movements. I could smell her perfume. "Let me be clear mister. Do YOU want to go to the mall with ME your wife, and help ME pick out lingerie, and you PAY for it so that I might wear it on a DATE with a MAN who is not YOU?" Her words were firm and commanding. She put emphasis on the most important ones.
I felt like I was becoming intoxicated from her and her words. My mouth went dry. Was she saying we were going to break out of the whole fantasy idea and into the real world? Or was this all a way to play with my fantasy. I felt my roller coaster ride feeling again. The coaster reaching the edge, the car I was in beginning to fall. I could feel my face getting red hot, then I noticed that my penis was suddenly hard as a steel. So much so that it almost hurt.
Kelly started pulling the covers off the bed "I bet you're leaking everywhere. I just washed these babe. We don't want to get them yucky do we? Oh! Look at you, I see someone likes what's happening right now. And your face honey! You're beat red! Are you okay? Did my little questions make you blush?" She pouted out her bottom lip with her last statement.
I was shaking again. I could feel my cock throb painfully "You're driving me crazy babe! Are you saying..."
Kelly reached up and put her finger to my lips. "I need you to go down on me. That's all you need to worry about right this moment. Let's just live in the now." She leaned against our padded headboard and spread her thighs. My wife keeps herself trimmed and shaves the sides of her mound, but otherwise has what would be considered a full bush. Her vagina has lush full lips that flush to a dark rose red when she is excited. As she settled herself, her lips parted just a little. I was hypnotized. My mind was racing with all the things that were happening. Her outfit, what she was saying, her waiting there in front of me spread open and inviting. I was going crazy with wanting her.
She arched her back and let out what almost sounded like a growl. I just couldn't take my eyes from her! Leaning down I nuzzled my lips into her mound and opened her up with the tip of my tongue. She was already wet! IA sigh escape her and she parted her legs even wider as I reached up to cup her lovely C sized breast and play with her long nipples. As I gently pulled and tugged on them I was reminded of the first time I saw them in college. When she's excited they are almost an inch long and thick! I wanted to marry her that night, I was so enthralled with them.
Her neck was showing bright red, which I have only seen a few times when she is very aroused or when we had sex during her pregnancies. I gently worked on her pea sized clit, changing my technique from side to side, to up and down and then a little gentle sucking. Feeling her pea sized clitoris rise up from her body. I gave it two firm flicks with just the very tip of my tongue before releasing my suction. Her flavor was intoxicating. Rich and powerful. I began to wonder if she was ovulating? She is always a little more excitable during that time of the month.
Normally I would do this routine for a long time, sometimes until my neck hurt and my cheeks were sore. It's always worth the effort though as her orgasm is so more satisfying to me. Sometimes than my own. Honestly, I could eat her every night if she would let me.
As I was thinking about all of the things that had just happened, without warning, my wife's hips shot up and as her orgasm washed over her body. She grunted and thrust up again and again. It happened without any warning and surprised me. I tried to stay with her as she crested gently flicking her clit in time with the throbbing I could faintly feel against my chin.
Finally she hissed "OK! OK! Stop. Getting too sensitive!"
I pulled away and sat up on my elbows. "Wow!" I said "That came out of nowhere!"
She put her arm over her eyes and sighed. "Yeah. I guess I needed that, now that the holidays are over and we can relax. Give me a few minutes before we do anything else. OK?"
