My wife and I shared many fantasies over the years about her enjoying her sexuality, and exploring possible "hot wife" scenarios. She would often initiate this type of pillow talk in our sex life. One such scenario would sometimes involve her going out a bar with a close girlfriend, and being picked up. We always both came hard at the thought.
Then came the night when she planned to go out with her girlfriend to a club.
Her friend Wanda came to pick my wife up for a girls' night out, just the two of them. They had been looking for a chance to blow off some steam for some time. My wife had been stressed at work lately.
Wanda stayed in her truck waiting for my wife to put the finishing touches on her makeup and outfit.
As is her custom, my wife brought me into our bedroom so she could get my approval of her appearance. Not that she ever needed it.
Wearing a sexy, red, button up 3/4 length sleeve blouse and black tights, my wife was a vision, with smoky eye shadow, and wet red lipstick. She was showing some cleavage. She smiled at me when I put a dab of my favourite perfume between her breasts.
Her eyes widened in surprised as I reached up to undo buttons on her blouse, to just above her lacy black pushup bra. Her luscious 36C breasts were showing to their best advantage.
I leaned forward and gently kissed the inside of each breast. They are among her best features.
She looked quizzically at me. "Are you sure about this?" she asked.
"Absolutely," I told her. Our fantasy about this scenario likely popped into her head at that moment, but I didn't say anything other than telling her to have fun.
"Say hello to Wanda for me," I said.
She smiled. "Oh, I will," she laughed. "She'll be thrilled to know how much fun you want us to have. Be careful what you wish for," she smirked.
It was several hours later before she arrived home in the early morning hours. I was soundly sleeping. Glancing over at the clock, I was surprised at the time. It was 4:45 AM.
"Did she?" I thought to myself.
Leaping onto my tired body, she rasped in my ear with alcohol tinged breath that she was "aroused...very, very aroused."
Immediately awake and alert, my cock already hard, I leaned back against the pillows to listen to her erotic story.
She straddled my lap, feeling me growing hard underneath her obviously wet cunt.
"She DID have a good time," I smiled to myself.
She began by telling me that on the way to the club, she regaled Wanda with details of our "hot wife" fantasy in detail, and the positive impact it had on our sex life.
"Oh God," I moaned.
"The story gets much hotter. I know you'll like it," she said coyly.
"Do you remember the type of man I told you I'd go for in our fantasy?" she continued.
"Tell me again," I groaned.
"I want a young, blue-eyed, blond man of about twenty-five, with a lean, muscular swimmer's body," she reminded me, "with broad shoulders, and taut biceps under a crisp shirt." she added.
"Yes, I remember," I groaned as I felt my hard cock throbbing at the thought.
"I found him at the bar we went to," she teased. "Does that excite you?"
"Oh, God,"
"Fortunately, his friend was Wanda's type," she grinned.
"Does that excite you?" she asked again.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Wanda and her boyfriend are in a long relationship," she reminded me. "On our way to the club, I told her about our great sex life. I inspired her to get laid."
My cock throbbed again.
"Did you both get laid?" I asked anxiously.
My wife didn't answer.
Instead, she climbed onto my lap, grinding her pussy on me as she told me what had happened at the club.
Rubbing her soaking, wet cunt on my cock elicited a long moan.
"I had a lot of practice flirting before I met you," she reminded me. "What I did tonight is exactly what I did with you on our first date. Remember?"
"Oh God!"
I thought back to that date. She wore smoky eye shadow highlighting her auburn hair, wet red lipstick, and a dab of perfume between her breasts. She wasn't shy to show her cleavage in a tight top, and tights that emphasized her round ass.
I moaned, as I recalled her appearance on our date. It was the same as her appearance tonight.
My mind exploded. We fucked repeatedly that night, I remembered.
"What have I done?" I thought. "Am I ready to hear this?" I wasn't certain her story was true, but my cock told me it was.
I lay there, my heart pounding, anxiously waiting to hear more. Her nipples were hard, just as they had been our date.
She closed her eyes and grasped her breasts.
"Would it excite you to know I wanted to seduce him?" she asked.
"Oh, God!" I exclaimed again, as my hard cock flexed beneath her.
"Hmmm, I can tell it does," she purred.
"I leaned into him so he could see down my cleavage. I know you'd like that," she whispered. "I touched his hand, stroked his bicep, and wrapped my arm around his strong shoulders," she cooed. "Just like I did with you on our first date."
"God, you're killing me with this!" I cried.
"I haven't got to the good parts yet," she teased.
"I went up to the bar to get us drinks. He came with me. As we waited for our order, he caressed my ass," She knew seeing another man's hand on her ass was one of my fantasies. "I thought about you right at that moment, about much you'd love hearing about it."
"Yes," I managed to croak.
"There's more. A lot more," she moaned.
"We danced. His cock was grinding against my ass he ran his hands up my sides. He was tentative until I put my hands over his and brought them up to hold my breasts."
"Christ, how much more is there?" I cried.
"I already told you," she answered. "A lot more."
I groaned.
"As we danced, he turned me around and pressed his large erection into my stomach."
"Fuck, this the most erotic you've ever told me!", I exclaimed.
"Is it?" she asked mysteriously.
