I am not sure why the wannabe critics were so upset that this story is in Loving Wives. It is, after all, a story about sharing a wife, who merely gave a guy a blowjob. It seems the fact that the guy was black really got some guys panties in a bunch. Lol.
Part. 2
Fall 2017
Then, nothing happened. Nothing. After the night of our first hotwife adventure things cooled way down. I thought Amy meeting up with Keith and giving him a blowjob would jumpstart things, but it did quite the opposite. Especially given the fact that we had a great night, and great sex after. We talked about it and I always supported and encouraged "her" decision. She said it was a mistake and she would not have done it if she was sober. I don't believe I have discussed this in my previous writings, but Amy can be a different person when she drinks. While she loves wine, most of the time it is never more than a glass or two. She likes to remain in control of most things in her life which is why she doesn't often lose control with alcohol. When she starts to get a buzzed feeling though, alcohol makes her lose all kinds of inhibitions and she can even get quite wild.
After the night with the blowjob, she went sour on the hotwife thing for a while. She even got upset when I wanted to talk more about her past. Any talk of her doing something like that again was shut down completely. Part of the slow down was due to the fact that looking for guys was a lot of work, and she also felt like I was focusing too much time and attention on it.
This would be a repeating pattern with her. She started to come around a bit and would occasionally want to discuss it and check messages from our profiles. Sometimes she'd be all for it (usually after she had a few glasses of wine), and sometimes she hated the idea and got mad when I brought it up. Then one night, after a little too much wine, she admitted she probably would have had sex with Keith if she did not have her period that night. I think this actually scared her a bit and she was concerned what it would do to our relationship if she had sex with another man. I know this was a very confusing time for her. It's so socially ingrained in women that they must be faithful and good girls, and not sleep around. Plus, in our discussions she would occasionally express concern that she might really enjoy it. She would say things like, "What if I like it so much that I don't want to stop."
To be honest, I would flip flop on the whole endeavor as well. Most of the time it turned me on like crazy to think about the blowjob Amy had given Keith, and the prospect of fucking him or other guys. Sometimes though, it seemed like the worst idea in the world.
We tend to fill up summer weekends with the kids and family, and summer flew by. Work was busy during the week, sprinkle in some vacation time, and time moved quickly. There was an occasional message from a prospective lover here and there but it'd be weeks before she would log in to check messages, and it was usually at my urging. Keith had messaged a few times and so had Byron, but they'd given us our space. Our hotwife adventure had slowed to a crawl. School started and that means sports every weekend.
We finally had a weekend off from sports and Amy's Mom wanted to take the kids somewhere for the day and keep them overnight. I saw the opportunity for some adult fun. Finally. I suggested we go to the city overnight, but Amy did not feel like driving all the way there and having to get back because her Mom was bringing the kids home early. I came up with a plan to go for dinner and drinks near where Byron lives, which is about a 30-minute drive, and see if she was willing to meet Byron for a drink. When I told her where we were going, she asked, "Why are we going all of the way there?"
"We haven't messaged with Byron in a while, maybe we should see if he wants to meet?"
"Oh, you really want to do this don't you?"
"It's your call, but yes, I have been thinking about it. Plus, Byron has been nothing but a gentleman so far."
"Um, I guess, but only for drinks though. I probably owe him that, we've been chatting for months now. I'm not giving another man a blowjob so you can get your rocks off though. So, you get that out of your head."
It was on. I could not wait for Saturday night. At this time, Amy was now 38, I was 41, and Byron was 44. It was a fairly warm Fall evening and Amy wore a tight-fitting dress that highlighted her amazing figure. We had decided to go for dinner at an upscale restaurant and then hit a lounge type place to meet Byron. Amy seemed careful to only drink one glass of wine. We had an exciting and enjoyable dinner, with just enough wine to relax us. We got to the lounge about 15 minutes before we were to meet Byron and found a small high-top corner table to sit at. We had texted Byron to let him know we were there and where we were. He texted back that he'd be there shortly.
After we ordered drinks, we could see him approach the table. We had traded pics beforehand, so we all knew what each other looked like. It's always great to meet someone in person though. He did not disappoint, and Amy really liked him. He was tall, in great shape, had a shaved head, a nice smile, and was a good-looking guy. He was nothing but a gentleman. We had exchanged quite a few messages with him over the last 6 months, but still we recapped a lot of our conversations.
We talked as we sipped drinks. At first, we were quite nervous, but the drinks and Byron's calm friendly vibes put us at ease. Byron had been in the hotwife/swinging game for many years now and had seen it all. Orgies, group sex, gangbangs, you name it and he had done it. He had a lot of couples he was friends with and would attend swinger parties and clubs. He also had a few women who were regular sex partners, varying the frequency as to their meetups. He said most were a few times a year, some a bit more frequent. He made us feel very much at ease and would time compliments to Amy perfectly. He was charming for sure, and it seemed to be working on Amy. She was between the two of us in the booth and as she became more comfortable and buzzed from the vodka and soda, Byron had put his hand on her leg.
Amy was now sitting closer to him than me, which was a strange and almost embarrassing feeling, as the waiter saw the two of us come in, and now there was a strange large man sitting closer to, and getting friendly with my wife. As the talk turned more about sex, Byron asked Amy how long it had been since she had been with another man. She told him it had been about 18 years since she had had sex with another man besides me. Then the talk turned to why I wanted this. I admitted it had been a fantasy since early on in our relationship, but I had not been mature enough to handle it for many years.
By now I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom. I did not want to leave as things were just getting interested, but also was curious what would happen in my absence. Would Byron make a move? I left to go relieve myself, and when I rounded the corner on my way back to the table my heart jumped with excitement as Amy was sitting very close to Byron and he was talking closely in her ear. As I approached the table, I could now see the lust in Amy's eyes. It was clear they had their hands on each other under the table. As I sat down, they separated a bit. Amy turned to me and pecked me on the lips, and seeming very buzzed said, "Hey baby, I love you."
She then giggled and whispered in my ear, "My hand is on his cock right now. He's really big. He asked us if we wanted to go to his place for a drink. What do you want to do?"
"Um, really, fuck yeah, let's do it. Are you good, I mean you want to?"
