Author's disclaimer: I realize that the size of this story may dissuade potential readers from starting it. And to be fair, if you're looking for a quick dive into some action, this story may not be for you. There's just as much focus on the setups and seductions as there is on the payoffs themselves. On the other hand, if you're into that sort of thing, I suspect you're in for a treat.
All of that said, the story is broken into three distinct parts that make it more manageable. You don't have to make it to the end for the good stuff to begin; each part has its own setup & climax. I debated posting each part separately, but I ultimately preferred to leave it as one coherent story.
And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.
PART 1
My wife Emmie and I had been married about 20 years when the following events took place. By all accounts, our marriage was a great one--sure, we had small disagreements, but on all the major points we were aligned. Some may find that surprising, given the story below, but if anything, I think it may have been the foundation for it.
Emmie is forty and still very attractive in a mom-next-door type of way. She has dark brown hair, pale skin with blue eyes, and a killer smile that is both innocent and mesmerizing. Plus, she has a body type that I describe as "casually hot": no singularly stunning feature, but her curves were well-proportioned and fit her size well. But what really drew me to Emmie was her sense of humor. I found that her wit acted as a foil to my own--we could make a joke out of almost anything. I credited a good part of the success of our relationship to this; disagreements seem smaller if you can laugh at them together.
We had just one kid, Noah, who was just over halfway through his freshman year at college. Technically, that made us empty-nesters, I suppose, but I never felt like it applied to us. Our life seemed full even with Noah living dorm-life an hour away. Emmie was back to working full time as an RN at a level 2 trauma center, while I was still climbing the corporate ladder at a medical insurance company.
Our sex life was average. We'd been hot and heavy when we were younger, but both of our drives had cooled a bit after Noah. We still had sex, but it sometimes seemed like we were going through the motions more than anything. I don't think either of us really minded, but after Noah left the house, I'd made more of an effort to rekindle our spark. I could tell Emmie seemed hesitant, though, and after a few discussions, she admitted her self-confidence had taken a bit of a dive over the years.
Obviously, I'm biased, but I still thought Emmie was very attractive, especially for her age. She'd been a dancer in her younger years, and although she had some extra cushion now, you could still see her athletic core underneath. I did my best to help build her confidence, but she never seemed to put much stock in my compliments ("you're my husband, of course you have to tell me I'm pretty" etc.).
I could have kept pushing or suggested therapy, but after years of marriage, you get better at telling what's worth fighting for and what isn't. Even with boring sex, I was still very happy with Emmie. Besides, I'm more than capable of taking care of my own needs--thanks, Internet!
In the midst of my porn searches, I began to encounter different stories and videos involving hot-wives. At first, I was skeptical. I couldn't understand what the hell was wrong with husbands who would be okay with their wives sleeping around with other men. To me, that just sounded like either the husbands liked being dominated indirectly or they were just looking for their own justification to sleep with other women. And maybe that's true for some hot-wife husbands.
Eventually, though, I came to see a new side to hot-wives. It didn't have to be about the husband at all. I realized it could be more about stoking a wife's lust to the point that it overcame her own reluctance--which is basically the point of any sexual taboo. And unlike with cheating, there wasn't the messiness of betrayal to worry about.
For a while, it was just a fantasy that I had. Hot-wife porn was a great way to indulge, but eventually I began to wonder if I would ever be able to experience it in my own life. Would I even want to? Would Emmie? I wasn't sure, but I did know that I had now moved from hot-wife-as-fantasy to thinking about my own wife as a potential hot-wife. I never brought it up to Emmie, but the more I thought about it, the hornier it made me. I knew eventually I would need a release.
As luck would have it, I had my first chance sooner than I expected.
Emmie worked with another RN named Tyler, and they had formed a close bond over the previous year. Their friendship never bothered me, even when Tyler became newly single (his wife Shannon came out as a lesbian and left him). Tyler seemed like a real stand-up guy, but more importantly, he and Emmie never hung out together outside of work without me. Maybe that made me naïve, but I think even if Tyler wanted to try something, Emmie would have shot it down.
Tyler had a son, David, who was getting married, and he had invited the two of us to the wedding. We didn't know anyone else there, but Emmie wanted to support her friend, and I was happy to tag along, for the open bar if nothing else. But I had another reason too.
Weddings are inherently horny affairs. The ceremony itself may be formal and proper, but the reception shows what the day is really about. Between the dancing, the liquor, and the loud music, it's a recipe for lowered inhibitions. I had bottled up my hot-wife fantasy for so long that I was now seeing opportunities everywhere, and I told myself if there was a way to make something happen at the wedding, I was going for it; consequences be damned.
I saw my first chance soon after we had eaten dinner. The DJ had opened up the dance floor, and there was now a large group of wedding guests letting loose to the music. Emmie was tipsy by this point, wine glass still in hand, when Tyler walked over to our table.
"Thanks for coming guys, I really appreciate it," he said, giving us both hugs. "It's been a good night--I'm so excited for David and Kate. Not even Shannon and her girlfriend can bring me down."
Emmie had told me how hard Shannon's newfound sexuality had been affecting Tyler, and I could tell that despite the happy occasion, he was feeling lonely.
"Yeah, David and Kate make a great couple!" Emmie said cheerfully, slight slur in her words. I nodded my agreement.
Tyler looked at us both with a big smile that didn't quite cover the sadness in his eyes. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourselves tonight. Be sure and have a dance for me. I've got some more people to greet, but I need some liquid courage from the bar first."
As Tyler walked away, I was struck by an idea. I'd thought of a way to get Emmie feeling frisky... but I also needed a guy who could take advantage of it. Who better than someone she already liked, especially now that he was newly single?
"Poor guy," I said, squeezing Emmie's free hand as she drained the rest of her wine.
"Yeah, he really got a raw deal with Shannon. You'd think maybe you wouldn't get married to a man if you weren't attracted to them... but apparently not."
"You should have a dance with him. See if you could cheer him up." I said, feeling bold.
Emmie laughed. "You're just trying to get out of dancing with me. Nice try, but it's not gonna work."
"I'm serious. Poor guy looks like he needs a confidence boost. Dancing with you would give any guy one."
Emmie rolled her eyes. "Okay, now you're just being silly. Besides, I'm not dancing with Tyler. That would just be weird."
Well, so much for that, I thought. I needed another approach.
