Wife Starts Dating Chapter 3
This is Rachel. John thought this next chapter should come from my perspective, so here goes.
After a couple of years of talking and role playing, I approached my husband of nearly twenty years about me becoming a hotwife. There is nothing wrong with our marriage, or even with either one of us. We thought, after fifteen plus years of monogamous sex, that we would spice things up a bit. We started sharing and swapping, getting into the swinging lifestyle. It was really eye opening for both of us. Even though we have not had a lot of swapping and sharing experience, maybe five or six times at those private clubs you read about. We did meet a couple that lives close to us, and we hit it off. Karla and Tim are regular companions in our and their beds. In fact, they were here at our house this past weekend.
I told both while we were having dinner that I was becoming a hotwife and had already gone on a couple of dates. Karla asked me why. I told her that both John and I agreed to try it, and we have liked the result so far. Every few weeks, I go on a date with a man I have selected and vetted on a website I have registered with specifically for making myself available for casual sex. I told both that I enjoy seeing how men approach and care for me. It is really a big turn on knowing I can make a man want me, in every sense of the word.
I showed them my page on the website and my profile. Karla saw that I have seventeen invites in my mailbox. I opened one to show her and Tim how the process works. If I am interested in a gentleman, I direct him to another site where both John and I can communicate privately with him. This is how we start the vetting process. If we both like what we see, I confirm the date, and we are ready to go.
Not only is John involved at the beginning, but he assists in helping me get ready for my date. We usually rent a hotel room where my gentleman is to meet me. John helps me bathe and assists on the selection of my outfit for the evening. He is discreetly on hand when I first meet with my gentleman caller, usually in the hotel bar. If he is OK with what he witnesses, then we both agree the date is a go. It is even better after my date when John reclaims me. Since we started doing this our sex life at home has really changed. We are like newlyweds again. We fuck all the time, quickies, or sex that is a little rougher and animalistic, and our favorite, long romantic love making sessions. We still must be a little more prudent when our eighteen-year-old twins are around. After learning all this, sex with Tim that weekend was super intense. I think he was wondering if he could date me. John said Karla was a little more aggressive in bed as well after hearing my news. Sunday afternoon, I was sucking John's cock while I rode Tim, Karla sitting on his face. After I got my two loads, it was Karla's turn. I await the day when Karla calls me say that she and Tim want to start dating too!
On the website, I marked myself 'unavailable' for a few weeks. I had a lot of things to think through. My first two dates went well for the most part. Date number one was good. My gentleman made sure that I was thoroughly pleasured throughout the evening. He was a good lover, and I experienced multiple organisms. He shared his cum with me three times, so I guess he was happy as well.
Date number two was a little more intense for a couple of reasons. One, my date had a friend that he invited to join us. They were both corporate lawyers active in the swap and hotwife lifestyle. After seeking and getting John's approval, the three of us spent several hours doing each other in many ways. It started with the three of us sharing a little bit of weed. It is legal here and John and I have on a few occasions smoked some on our patio. Of course, both of us were naked, me dripping him from between my legs and used the weed to get ready to return to our bed where things really got nasty. As I said, my date, his friend and I shared a couple of joints as we played. I returned to our hotel room and took my husband several times still under the influence. John enjoyed me in my more than a little stoned state.
This episode brought me to consider where we were really heading with all this. I didn't believe I was about to spin out of control, but I haven't had weed in a few years. I did experiment a lot in college. Both John and I did. But in the throes of passion, I felt like maybe I was too easy to manipulate. John and I had several long discussions about this. Our conversations usually started with a good romp in the sack or ended with an equally fantastic episode of 'John wants to get Rachel off'. Almost every day for the past few weeks, John and I have engaged in one or more sexual acts. Usually, the topic of hotwifing comes up, maybe not during each act, but often enough to keep it front of mind for both of us. I did notice that after a more intense session of love making where John is super aroused and blows a huge load either in me or on me - sometimes both - the topic came up as soon as he could get enough air in his lungs to speak. The conversation usually starts with words like "Damn Girl! You are one hot piece of ass. You can't fuck me or anyone else any better than what you just did!" Not exactly sweet nothings in my ear, but I know he was complimenting me. He tells me that I am tight, wet, tasty and smell good. Except for quickies, he enjoys me orally every time we do it. Enjoy may be too light a word. He aggressively assaults my pussy with his lips, tongue, and fingers before and after fucking me. I love what he does to me. I love him. I am wet just telling you about this.
So, after a couple of months, I changed my profile to available. When I told John that, we made love for several hours, almost the entire night long. I am almost positive that our kids heard me reacting to what he did to me. He was amazed at how much and how often he came that evening. Truth be told, I wondered where all the sperm came from as well. I told him that I must have made the right decision. At breakfast - after the kids went to school - I commented that it was a good thing I had my tubes tied because with all the sperm he delivered I would probably be pregnant. Shit, there was so much some may have even blown through the knots!
A couple of days later I had several offers for dates. John and I sat down and went through them. We eliminated some because my 'creep' alarm went off. Another guy was eliminated because he preferred his women to be clean shaven. I am not shaving for anyone. I tried it a couple of times and didn't care for the look or the upkeep. I keep my red-haired bush neatly trimmed. My labia lips are shaved as is the entrance to my vagina and the space between it and my anus. The rest is a nice triangle of hair long enough to pull except for the lower point. I keep that hair a little longer, so it lays just below my clitoris hood. John likes it that way, and the few gentlemen that I have shared it with have really gotten off on it. My profile picture shows me at an angle that hints at my bush, so men know that I have hair for them.
We whittled the list down to three individuals. I sent each a link to the site where we can communicate privately, the gentleman, John, and myself. In a day or two, all three had connected on the second site. After several messages back and forth about sexual experience, desires, turn ons, turn offs, fetishes, health, STD testing, what they wanted to do to me as well as what their expectations were of me to do to please them we dropped one, leaving us with two. Both gentlemen received the same message asking about date, time and location. Both wanted a Friday or Saturday night, meet anywhere I wanted, and suggested a couple of possible nights. John and I searched the High School calendar to see if there were any conflicts with the twin's activities. We didn't want to create a 'sorry your mom can't make it to your play, she is busy fucking her date' situations. Finally, I looked at John. "How about both, back-to-back? Next Friday and Saturday night. We can tell the kids that you have a business meeting out of town and that I am going with you." John agreed and I suggested Friday for Tony and Saturday for Roger. I received confirmations from both almost immediately.
John asked what's next. "Well, we better be ready to clean house on Sunday when we get home. I have a hundred dollars that the kids have a party either Friday or Saturday. Maybe both."
