My Wife at the Beach House

"I have a beach house!" the message said.

I was browsing through the messages that filled the inbox of the dating profile my wife and I made together, the point of which was for her to find guys to hook up with. We were clear about that in building the profile, we clarified that we are married, and looking for some no-strings-attached extra fun for her.

The profile also included a couple pictures of her, one in a sexy evening gown, and one in a bikini. She had long curly brown hair that came down past her shoulders, an hour glass figure, and natural C-cup breasts that she flaunted whenever she had the chance! She was the perfect sexy hot wife, and I loved getting her laid!

I was basically her wing-man. It was my job to filter through the messages, find the ones I liked for her, and pass them along to her. Not surprisingly our inbox was constantly full of guys trying to pick her up! I checked this account every few days, and there was always a fresh crop of messages every time I logged in. This one caught my attention!

"I have a beach house!" the message said.

I clicked it and read his message. His name was Richard, he had a 2 story house on the beach, his backyard was literally the beach. We has single, and lived there alone. He loved the pictures of my wife on the profile. He was offering for my wife and I to vacation at his beach house if he could have sex with my wife while we were there.

One might have though this to be a bit forward for a first email, but I thought it was perfect. We were pretty forward on the profile about what we wanted, so I liked that he got right to the point!

I responded: "Sounds like a fun offer! Can you send some pictures of you and your beach house? How long of a 'vacation' did you have in mind?"

He responded pretty quickly: "You can stay as long as you want, if I get to have sex with your wife while you're here." He included pictures. His house was very nice, and he was pretty fit. He was a few years older than my wife and I, and obviously very physically active. There were surf boards and wet suites in his room.

I showed his messaged and pictures to my wife, and she fell in love with the house! She loves the beach! We live about 2 hours or so from the beach, so we don't get there as often. She thought Richard was cute enough, he was okay, but she really liked the beach house! She was all kinds of excited for a vacation at there!

She took over talking to Richard. I watched while she asked him what exactly he wanted from her, if we were to take him up on his offer. He said he had a vasectomy a few years ago. He was recently single, and looking to get over a bad break up. He said his sex drive has been hyper active lately. He said he wanted to be able to sex with her any time he wanted, as much as he wanted, and in exchange we could stay at his beach house as long as we wanted.

She asked me what I thought about the offer, but did so in such a way that suggested she really wanted to do it, and hoped I was okay with it.

Of course I was okay with it! I love it when she gets laid! It's basically my favorite thing in the world!

We decided to take him up on his offer. This was a Friday, we decided to head over to his place that afternoon, and stay through the weekend.

As we packed our bags I asked Richard if there was anything specific he wanted her to wear. He gave a few suggestions, The evening gown that was pictured on our profile, a tank top and jeans outfit, a shorts and bikini top outfit, and maybe just the bikini. She blushed at all of these suggestions and offered to bring all these options, and a few others and model them all for him and let him choose which one of them he likes. He loved that idea.

We exchanged phone numbers with Richard and hit the road. The drive there took a little less than 2 hours, while I drove my wife continued to text with him. We were about half way there when my wife told me Richard was requesting some alone time with her, after the outfit modeling, to see if there was any chemistry between them, before committing to the weekend plans. I told her that was fine with me!

As Richard gave us the grand tour, I could tell my wife was falling in love with the house. She was all but starry eyed! It wasn't a very big house, as beach front houses usually aren't. There was a living room, kitchen, nook, and restroom downstairs; and a den, a second restroom, and two bedrooms upstairs. The downstairs nook had a sliding glass door that lead to a small fenced in patio, which was... as described... beach front. As soon as you stepped through that door you were standing in the sand. There was a small gate in the fence, and then the beach! The upstairs had a patio that over looked the water.

After the tour I asked my wife what she thought, with a coy little smile she said she thought it was time for a fashion show!

The only bag we brought in from the car was the one with the different outfits she was going to try on for Richard. The three of us sat in the living room for a bit and discussed the weekend plans. Richard offered us some wine, I took a glass but my wife declined. The whole thing was dependent on if there was chemistry between them, but we all kinda figured there would be...

At this point my wife was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt. She disappeared into the restroom, to change into the first outfit. Richard made small talk with me, asking if we do this kind of thing often. I told him we have been together for 8 years total, married the last 3 of those years, and half open for 6 of those years. He asked what I meant by "half open."

"Well, she sleeps with other men," I said, "but I stay loyal to her."

"and you're okay with that?" He asked.

"I love it!" I said. "The more she sleeps with other men the less I even think about other women."

With that, my wife came out of the restroom in her first outfit. The evening gown that was pictured on her profile. It was a tan color, tight fitting dress, with a skirt that was several inched above her knees, and a top that was so low cut her bra was visible.

The conversation stopped as my wife stood in the living room and modeled this dress for Richard. I watched him as he watched her. I knew right then that this was going to be a crazy weekend.

She modeled the rest of the outfits for him, the last one being just a bikini. She stood there, in the living room, modeling her bikini for him, I watched him checking out my wife while trying to hide the raging hard on I had.

"Thats all your options." She said to him. "Which would would you like me to wear?"

"I actually liked the first one," he said, "the dress."

"You got it." she said, as she took the dress with her back to the restroom. She came back out a few moments later, wearing the evening gown again. She had pushed up her breasts inside her bra to maximize her cleavage.

She came straight to me, handed me her bikini, and asked me to take care of her clothes.

"Do you mind if your wife and I have a little time alone now, to see if there is any chemistry?" He asked.

"Of course!" I said, while I gathered her different outfits.

"We'll just be upstairs for a bit." he said.

"I'll wait down here." I said.

Then he took her by the hand and led her up the stairs.

To be continued...