Hot Wife Ing Gone Wrong

Prologue

Wendy pulled into their driveway after her Saturday morning shopping trip. There was no need to open the garage door, since she was just stopping back home to get a cooler before going out to the supermarket for groceries. The other stops that morning were just on a whim, to buy her new outfit. It occurred to her that morning, if she's going to do this for him next week, the least he could do is pay for her to look the part and feel sexy.

The shapely MILF quietly entered the house through their front door, finding her husband, Don sitting in the living room reading something on his laptop computer. The computer was perched on the end table beside him, and his pants were unzipped, pulled slightly down. He had his dick out in his hand, stroking himself. The tip of the penis head barely peeked out from his hand with each stroke.

"Ahem!" she exclaimed loudly announcing her presence, catching his attention, as she gave him a stern look. "Put your dick away and help me with the bags from the car."

"You said you weren't going to be back until two o'clock," Don said as he started putting himself away, embarrassed at being caught.

"I forgot a cooler for the groceries," Wendy explained. "What are you reading this time? Is it anal? Gangbang?... Or is it another hot wife story?" He sheepishly looked down as he pulled up his pants zipper, and she added "Come on? Admit it. I've already agreed to try your hot wife thing for you... just ONE TIME. But if you're getting into any other kinks, the deal's off!"

"It was a hot wife story," he quietly admitted, as he stood to greet his wife.

"Okay then," she said. "You've been nagging me for over a year. And as I promised, I'll still go out next Friday and try it as your birthday present. But are you SURE you want me to? You know, once I do it, there's no undoing it. If you can't handle it, that's your fault."

"I think so," Don replied, with just a hint of doubt. "My friend, Dave says he finds it exciting when his wife tells him about her previous boyfriends, from before they met. He told me some of her stories and they sound wild."

"I didn't have any other boyfriends," Wendy pointed out, "You and I have been together since junior high."

"I know," Don said, sounding a little disappointed. "That's why I think it'd be hot for you to do it."

"Just so we're very clear and you don't blame me later;" Wendy pointed out, "you want me to go to a bar, pick up a strange guy, take him to a hotel room, and really fuck him. Then you want me to come home and tell you the details?"

"Yeah," Don said, as he smiled.

"If I do this," Wendy said. "you can't hold it against me. And you'll promise to NEVER threaten to use it against me in a divorce. I want it spelled out in writing and signed by you, before I leave next Friday evening."

"I already wrote the first draft," Don said as he reached to the end table and picked up a piece of paper to hand to her. "Let me know if this is good enough, or if you want any changes."

Taking the page, Wendy quickly scanned it, noticing "... and you want me to just stand there while you dress me Friday before I go? Stand still, like a Barbie doll?" she asked, looking up at him and sounding a little surprised.

"Yeah," Don admitted, sounding a little unsure of himself. "I think it'd be hot to put the clothes on you that some other guy is going to take off. It's like wrapping a gift."

"Well, you can start working on your fantasy now by going out to the car and bring in the bags with my new outfit," Wendy ordered.

"What did you buy?" he asked, now sounding excited.

"Black stiletto-heel boots, a black leather mini-skirt, and a blue blouse with the center cut down to my waist to show cleavage."

"Did you already have the right matching panties and bra?" he asked, getting more into the fantasy of dressing her Friday.

"The blouse won't work with a bra. And why bother with panties? They'll just get in the way," Wendy replied. "Maybe I'll let him feel inside my blouse or finger me in the bar. The blouse is cut to well below my cleavage, and the skirt has a silver zipper down the entire length of the left side. Anyone seeing me in those will know what I have in mind."

"What about make-up?" he asked.

"I'll do my own hair and make-up," Wendy said. "I bought a tube of bright red lipstick. You can THINK about me Friday evening, wearing that off on another guy's cock."

"Maybe you should practice on my cock before you go," he suggested.

"No. Yours is the only DICK I've ever had or wanted," Wendy explained. "... which I've loved sucking and fucking for the last twenty years. But I'm planning to wear that lipstick off on a COCK! If I'm going to do this, I want something bigger, a cock like in the porn videos.... You can dress me before I go, as long as you have me ready to leave by eight o'clock, Friday evening. And I probably won't be home until after two in the morning."

"Will you come home with his cum in you?" Don asked hopefully.

"No way!" Wendy replied, disappointing him. "I bought a package of condoms, and I'll insist on using them. I'm not risking getting an STD for your fantasy.... And, by the way, this is YOUR fantasy, not mine. So, if I do this, that doesn't mean you can get with another woman. I prefer things just the way they are between us, exclusive. And I don't want to even think about my husband with another woman. Is that clear?"

"Okay," Don reluctantly acknowledged, and he had a wide grin on his face in anticipation. He turned toward the front door, going out to her car to retrieve her packages.

Intro

My wife, Jan was sitting beside me at the high-top table in the bar area, when the waitress delivered our appetizer. Picking up my pint of Guiness, I took a sip, then reached for shrimp from the plate. Jan was sipping her cognac and looking around, probably looking for her first target of the evening.

She likes to flirt. It's like a sporting event to her, seeing if she can get guys hard enough to show through their pants. For the lucky few in the lifestyle, she'll even finish the job, taking care of them in bed. By 'few', I mean just two or three dozen in all the years we've been doing this. She has her regulars she likes and trusts. For new ones, she first needs to talk to the guy and learn his sexual past enough to trust him. Once a guy has gained her trust, that he does show some discretion and isn't indiscriminately fucking everything, she's then on a mission to own him. She's not into BDSM, with cuffs, collars, or leashes. She takes him by flirting, teasing, and making him WANT her forever after. Jan loves the control she exerts over men, and this lifestyle gives her the targets she needs to prove it to herself.

I've noticed a lot of different types of people in this life, particularly at these kinds of sharing meetings. The problem with studying human nature at just vanilla parties is that people are deceptive. They hide things, even from themselves. But in the lifestyle, you can't hide, when you're easily called out, being required to actually perform in bed. A guy can claim to have a monster cock and get away with it forever... at most parties. Then at one of these swinger events, he meets Jan, who quickly drops to her knees and pulls his zipper down to find out for herself.

Some women are here reluctantly, following their husbands who are bored with their wives, the husbands aspiring to spend a few special minutes with a different woman. Some women are here to try improving their own self-esteem, hoping a handsome guy will hit on them. The men usually fall into two types: those looking for another conquest, and those hoping for "any port in the storm" of their otherwise sexless life with their bored wife. Then there are a few couples who want to expand what they already have with their spouse, just having some fun... with sex. And those are the types we prefer finding.

For me, it's about the newness of kissing and playing with different women, and knowing my wife is having similar fun with another guy she wants. After over thirty years of marriage, I know all of Jan's hot buttons and turn-offs. I'm comfortable with all of her "do's" and "don'ts." And I can even tell ahead of time those "maybe's," when she's in the mood if I go at the right speed. So, my entertainment in this sharing life is about pleasing another woman and finding her buttons. They all add to both my entertainment, and to my understanding of human nature. And Jan seems to enjoy those different men and their different approaches and responses to her flirting.

Jan and I decided to attend this meet up, seeing if we might find anyone interesting to vet and add to our group of trusted "friends-with-benefits". Neither of us want to risk picking up complete strangers for a "quickie." It's not worth the risk, just a few minutes of fun versus a possible lifetime of health problems. Condoms don't always work as planned. So, we're picky, choosing others who are equally selective and seem relatively safe. We're always on the lookout for other couples to join. Over the years, some of our friends dropped out of the lifestyle, due to age-related health problems or just to refocus on their own couple time. So, these meet-ups allow us to get to know others, openly talking about their sexual histories, to find those we might try.

I noticed the guy as he pressed his way between several bodies, angling toward us, obviously zeroing in on my wife. Most of the crowd nearby had their backs to us, when this latest newbie finally broke through. He stepped to the table to stop near Jan's side.

"Hi. I'm Don," he said, introducing himself. He obviously wasn't shy and seemed to be outgoing.

"I'm Jan, and this is my husband, Ted," my wife cheerfully replied, waving her hand toward me.

"I haven't seen you here before," Don said, still focused on talking to her, but briefly acknowledging my presence with a glance.

"This is our first time with this meet-up group," I admitted, marking my territory by joining in the conversation.

Jan and I have been to other swinger meet-ups before. And I was always on guard for predators, those guys who are always on the prowl to indiscriminately fuck every other wife. Jan and I have agreed that we prefer finding couples, friends for the longer term, and not just a quick fuck. Those guys who are just out to carve another

'notch on the bedpost'

are not welcome in our larger, but still exclusive bubble.

"Is your wife here?" Jan asked, knowing this group was for couples-only.

"Yeah. Wendy is at the table over there," he said, indicating a thirty-something, younger, attractive brunette sitting alone at a corner table across the room.

After a few minutes of small-talk, Jan seemed to be enjoying his attention. He was obviously younger than us, an age at which Jan considers him her 'boy-toy', a plaything for her entertainment. Now it's just a matter of building some confidence in his "story" of their life. So, it was time to meet the wife, to hear her side of their story and determine if they're reliable.

"Wendy looks lonely over there," I pointed out, nudging Jan's arm. "Maybe we should take our drinks and nachos there to join her."

"Good idea," Jan said, and she turned to Don. "Is she just a quiet wallflower? I've noticed her fending off two other guys? Doesn't she want to be here?"

"No. She's not a wallflower," he replied. "She's just unsure of how to get started in this kind of meet up. This is only our third time coming to this group get-together."

Hot Wife?

Wendy was rather quiet, when we joined her. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk. She was the type who allows others to carry on the conversation, and mostly just answers questions. It's as if she's just enjoying observing those around her, a lot like me. She allowed her outgoing husband to do most of their talking. But Jan and I eventually did get enough out of her to validate what he told us.

"We've never played with anyone else," Wendy confirmed. "But I did agree to try a hot wife date one time. That was his idea."

"Did you pick up a stranger and fuck him?" Jan asked. "I'd never try something like that. Ted and I always want to stay together and at least be in the same house. For us, it's more of a balance that we're both playing at the same time."

"No, I haven't done it yet," Wendy responded. "It's just something he wants me to do, and the one time I tried, it went wrong."

"What happened?" I asked.

"I finally went to the bar and found a guy I liked. And I was thinking of picking him to leave and find a room. But go figure, by chance a neighbor of ours was there and saw me. She came over, and I spent the rest of the evening talking to her. So, I didn't get to follow through with the guy. And I just haven't tried it again since. So, Don's hoping I'll find someone through these lifestyle meet-ups."

"I'd suggest you try attending a house party," I suggested. "Jan and I are hosting a party with three other couples we like and we know who are safe. You two are welcome to join us, if you'd like."

"That sounds like a good idea," Don said cheerfully.

"We'll text you the address and time," Jan said. "It's very informal. You just show up and do whatever you feel like. We'll have drinks and some food for the evening. And you're welcome to stay overnight."

The House Party

The three other couples arrived on time, but Wendy and Don texted they were running late. Within the first half hour, Maggie and I were the first to disappear to fuck in the master bedroom. And by the time we came out, Jan was taking Rodger into the front bedroom, along with one other couple, and the other pair disappeared down the stairs to a basement bedroom.

By the time Don and Wendy showed up I was back in the living room wearing just my dress slacks when I answered the front door. Wendy was dressed in a black leather mini-skirt with a loose, low cut blouse and black knee-high leather stiletto boots. When I welcomed them in, I mentioned that everyone had already started playing. It was then that Don became obviously nervous, hearing that everyone else was already naked and fucking in bedrooms. Although Wendy looked calm and interested, she stayed quiet, allowing Don to do the talking.

"I think we should leave," he said to me. "This is moving too fast for us."

"What were you expecting?" I casually asked, trying to calm him.

"I don't know," Don responded, "I thought it might be like a regular party, talking and drinking, with maybe just one couple at a time sneaking off to a bedroom. But this is... like a wild orgy!"

"This party WAS all of us just talking and drinking. That's how it started over an hour ago," Ted replied. "We consider an orgy is when everyone is piled in together, not caring who or what hole they're sticking it in. And you won't find me at one of those!... When the others arrived, Maggie and I started kissing, and she always gets me going. So, I took her to a bedroom a half hour ago. And Jan started with Rodger just a few minutes before you arrived. When you're at one of these house parties, we're all here for the same thing. Once the first couple goes off, it quickly escalates. If you arrive late, just wander around the bedrooms and feel free to join in."

"I think we'd better just leave," Don said as he turned to his wife.

Wendy was standing there beside the dining room table, not saying anything. And I could tell by the expression on her face, she looked a little disappointed.

"You two drove over an hour to get here," I said. "And this would have been your first house party. Can't I at least offer you a drink and go over some of the protocols, so you're not surprised like this the next time?"

Wendy still didn't say anything, apparently content to allow her husband to make all of their decisions. So, I focused my attention on trying to calm Don's nerves. "What do you like to drink, Don?"

He finally relented and agreed to just one drink before they'd leave. We fixed our drinks at the impromptu bar we had on the dining room side table, and we took seats in the living room.

"Do you watch porn?" I asked, causing him to pause.

"Sometimes," Wendy replied.

"Then let me show you something," I said, finally taking Wendy's hand and leading her to the first bedroom, with Don reluctantly following. "You spent over an hour driving to get here. And since this is your first house party, I'd like to show you our house layout before you leave."

I turned to face them, pausing at the first open bedroom door, with my body blocking the view inside. But we could hear the unmistakable sounds of moaning as several people in there were obviously aroused.

"If the bedroom door is closed," I explained, "whoever is in there wants some privacy. Then it's impolite to open their door, unless you're just peeking in quickly to find your own spouse. If the door is open, then you're welcome to join the ones in there. Jan and I like to set this first room up for more than one couple to play, so this door is always open."

I turned and walked into the room with the king size bed. And this room was large enough that we kept two comfortable chairs for those who want to just watch.

Porn Show

My wife, Jan was naked, lying back on the left half of the bed with a guy kneeling at her face as she took his cock in her mouth. Her feet were on the bed with her knees up and open, apparently waiting for her suitor to get hard enough. The other half of the bed held another couple, with the guy lying beside Jan on his back, and the woman kneeling between his legs and going down on him. On her knees like that, her ass was invitingly up at the bottom edge of the bed.

I looked at Jan, casually saying "It was Don and Wendy at the door."

Jan glanced over at them, and I chuckled, saying "Excuse her for not saying 'Hi.' Her mouth's full of Rodger." Looking at Don, I said "If you like to watch porn, here's a live show to enjoy. There's no pressure to join in, if you just want to watch. So, have a seat here."

Don seemed mesmerized by the show on the bed, so he slowly lowered into the offered chair, while Wendy just shook her head and sat in the second one.

Stepping over to the bed, I stopped behind and a little to the side of Gail's upraised ass. Putting my hands on her ass cheeks, I caressed her, then slid my left hand down, my fingers exploring for her opening.

"If she didn't want me to do this," I explained, looking over at Don to ensure he had a good view, "she'd give me some signal like shifting her butt away or just saying 'No!'"

Gail turned her head, saying over her shoulder "Oh, I don't mind." Then she went back to the cock in her hand.

Don's eyes were glued to watching my fingers as I slid them in and out of Gail's gash. And he'd occasionally glance over at Jan, with Rodger's cock now seemingly hard enough for him to actively face-fuck my wife's mouth.

"It was a long drive getting here," Wendy said, apparently not as captivated by the show. "Do you have a bathroom I could use?"

"Of course," I replied, pulling away from Gail. "Follow me.... Don, stay and enjoy the show. We'll be back in a few minutes."

I led Wendy out of the bedroom, and we turned to the left, walking down the hallway. "The hall bath here is for guests, but someone's in there right now. Our master bedroom is empty, so, you can use the master bath."

After Wendy was done in the bathroom, we walked back through the hallway to the living room to refresh her wine glass.

"I'm just going to wait out here for Don," she said, taking a seat in the living room. "You can go back to playing, if you want."

"That's okay. I'll join you here as I recharge. I finished with Maggie before you arrived."

"Well, you could go back in there to be with your wife," Wendy offered. "Or does it bother you seeing her doing other guys?"