For the first time since we were married 20 years ago, I watched my wife, Shelly, have sex with another man. It was her installation into the Hotwife club and it was a grand occasion, at least for us. In fact, Shelly trusted me enough to allow me to record the entire event for our own pleasure, provided I never share the video with anybody. She did, however, allow me to share the incident in writing.
Events such as those I'm about to describe and the associated feelings are so extreme that time seems to slow down. One is aware of intense feelings, emotional and physical. The trouble is (and I had the foresight to know this would happen) that memory can fade or be inexact, even when one is completely absorbed in the moment. The video is a constant reminder of the feelings I had at the time, even when watching the video weeks later while trying to reconstruct the event for your reading pleasure.
It was our anniversary. We had tickets to a show downtown and a reservation at a posh hotel near the theater so we could have an intimate evening together after the show. Nothing about the show, or the dinner we ate beforehand, are of any consequence. The main event was the present I had waiting for her in our hotel room.
We walked into the room and Jimmy was sitting in a chair in view of the door. (I had left a key card for him at the front desk.) He was smartly dressed in nice slacks and a long sleeve white button-down shirt. He stood up as we entered, but since I had walked in ahead of Shelly, she didn't notice him right away. She kicked her high heel shoes off and pulled the strap of her small purse off of her shoulder as she started walking into the room, then she froze.
"What's this?" she asked with a startled look on her face. She glanced at me quizzically, then looked back at Jimmy and said "Hey Jimmy. What are you doing here?"
Before I could say anything, Jimmy said with a smile and a sweeping bow, "I'm here at Jim's request and your pleasure." He then took a few steps toward Shelly, reached out with his right hand, and grasped Shelly's left hand, which he brought up to his mouth and kissed her wedding/engagement rings. "Happy Anniversary," he said.
Shelly looked back at me and put her right hand up to her mouth and twisted her lower lip. "I don't understand," she said. "What's going on?"
I walked up to her and gently put my left hand on the side of her head, my fingers splayed in her hair. "I'm making our fantasy come true."
You see, Shelly and I had discussed the fantasy of her having sex with another man for years. We read stories, we watched MFM porn with vixen hotwives in action, and role-played scenarios. One of our most popular scenarios was her fucking her coworker, Jimmy, and it had been our most frequent scenario since Shelly started working with him two years ago. He was a dashing young man in his late 20s and looked a lot like Denzel Washington in his younger days. Yes, he is African American.
After my statement about making her fantasy come true, I kissed her hard on the mouth. She eagerly returned my kiss and after Jimmy made a sort of "ahem" sound, she broke off our kiss and blushed a crimson red. From that moment until I started recording with my phone, I don't remember much about all the preliminaries, but it was a few minutes of drink and conversation before I asked my wife, "Why don't you go ahead and open your present?"
She stood in front of Jimmy, while I sat on a large armchair. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt while looking into his eyes. He returned the look and then kissed her briefly on the mouth. She returned the kiss until she had his belt undone, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down. Then she slowly got down on her knees so that his crotch was directly in front of her face and began to slowly lower his pants and underwear. As his garments passed the base of his cock, the exposure slowed down even more because he was semi-erect and his cock was pressing against the waistband of his briefs. Very slowly Shelly exposed the length of his shaft, which had to be at least 7 or 8 inches, until the waistband caught momentarily on his cockhead, which caused his dick to spring out and the tip to brush against Shelly's chin.
Shelly's eyes opened wider, and her mouth gaped as she audibly gasped. Her left hand shakily went up and she touched the tip of his cock head with her index finger as she said, "Oh my gawd! You've been hiding that thing in there all this time?" Then looking over at me, she said, "It's the biggest penis I've ever seen." She dropped her hand and just stared at it some more. Then she looked at me again and asked, "can I touch it?"
"You just did," I replied.
"Oh. Yeah. I guess I did. Sorry. I think it was an unconscious reaction. Can I really touch it? I mean, all over?"
"It's your anniversary present. You may do with it what you will. I put no restrictions on you."
She slowly moved the tips of her fingers over the tip and down the sides of his penis. She put her entire hand, palm up, under his penis and hefted it as if gauging its weight. She put both hands on it and rubbed it all over. For several minutes she used her sense of touch to explore the penis in front of her, and it began to grow.
When it was pointing straight out, horizontal and parallel to the floor, she wrapped her left hand around his shaft with the cock head sticking out between her thumb and forefinger, wedding and engagement rings prominently displayed, her white skin in direct contrast with his dark cock. She then looked at me and asked, "c-can I kiss it?"
"Absolutely."
She pursed her lips and kissed his cock directly on the tip. A small string of precum briefly connected between her lower lip and the tip of his penis as she disengaged. The string broke and I noticed a tiny drop of his precum on her lower lip just before she started kissing her way down the length of his stiffening dick. She met my eyes again as she kissed her way back to the tip, but she broke eye contact briefly as she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the tip of his cock.
The sudden awareness of what she had done sunk in and she quickly regained eye contact with me. She gave me a sheepish grin and blushed when she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that without asking your permission first."
"You don't need to ask my permission. I told you; this is your anniversary present. You can do whatever you want; anything you feel comfortable doing," I replied.
Shelly stood up and came over to me. (The recording is messed up at this point as the camera pointed all over the place...floor, bed, ceiling, etc.) She placed her hands on either side of my face and looked earnestly into my eyes. "Yes, I DO need to ask permission, because you absolutely MUST be comfortable with each step forward and each action. I won't risk US for a brief encounter with pleasure. You and I both know that things can quickly get to a point where it's hard to stop. Keep that in mind."
I just placed her left hand on my crotch so she could feel my erection. I was more rigid than I think I've ever been in my life. She smiled and kissed me hard, then said, "Thank you for my present," as she turned back to Jimmy.
She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt while his now fully engorged pecker poked her in her stomach. As she peeled his shirt down off his shoulders and over his arms, which were down by his side, she wriggled her body around a bit so that his cock was smearing pre-cum over the front of her dress.
Jimmy was now completely naked, and his cock stood tall at rigid attention, thick and lengthy. Shelly again stared at it in amazement. "I don't think I can get my mouth around it," she declared as she knelt down, holding his penis in her left hand. She turned her head to me and said, "but may I try?" I nodded my assent.
As many times as I've watched the video, I still get butterflies in my stomach and my heart still races when I see her open up and take the head of his cock in her precious mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, but really couldn't take much more than the head in her mouth. Soon, she began licking up and down the sides while cupping his balls in her right hand. She would rub his cock all over her face, inhaling the smell of sex, and smearing pre-cum on her forehead and cheeks. All the while she's making little comments like, "it's so beautiful" and "what a piece of art" and "it's just perfect."
Finally, after about 10 minutes of Shelly's detailed cock inspection, Jimmy gently put his hands on Shelly's arms, helped her stand, and asked, "would you like your present to unwrap you?" Shelly said nothing. She just stared into Jimmy's eyes as she lifted her arms straight up over her head. Clasping the hem of her blue knee-length dress, Jimmy pulled it up and over her head. Shelly now stood wearing a black lace bra, black lace panties, and black panty hose. (She was also, incidentally, wearing a pearl necklace and matching earrings.) Her black hair was streaked with small whisps of grey and it hung loosely down to her shoulders.
He gently took the waistband of her panty hose in his nimble fingers and began to pull them down her hips. He bunched the silky nylon material as he moved lower and lower, until he eventually had Shelly's panty hose in a pile at her ankles. She lifted each leg in turn so Jimmy could slide the hose off of each foot. Then he stood up, moved around behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. He turned her so that they were facing me and began kissing her neck as he moved the shoulder straps of her bra off of her shoulders and let them dangle on her arms. Her head was cocked a little to her left and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted only slightly, and her breathing was more rapid. So was mine as I watched the spectacle. I kicked off my shoes, stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.
He moved his kisses to the other side of her neck and Shelly moaned as she tilted her head now to the right. Meanwhile, Jimmy pealed down the front of her bra, exposing her B-cup breasts, and began gently massaging them with his big hands. His right hand on her right breast and left hand on left breast, he cupped them, tweaked the nipples, and gently squeezed them. Shelly's breathing increased a bit more. My heart was pounding in my chest as I removed my shirt and pulled off my undershirt.
