NOTE TO READER: This is a made up story written from a husband's point of view. It's about a straight, loving, married couple that get off on the wife sharing, or "Hotwife" role play fantasy. It does not contain cuckolding, humiliation, or guy-on-guy scenarios. If you are not into the hotwife scenario, then choose another story. There's no need to leave disgruntled comments.
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We were on our 20th honeymoon in Costa Rica. Our son was away in his first year of college, and now that we are hitting middle age we decided to celebrate our marriage by enjoying a nice tropical getaway. The first thing we did after we checked into our room was put on our bathing suits to take a walk on the beach, check out the view, and wade into the Caribbean sea.
"Did you see that?" my wife exclaimed to me as we walked hand-in-hand on the hotel's main beach. A big, shirtless, muscular, athletic black man had just jogged past us. He was hard not to notice!
"Is he man, or a machine?" she said aloud with amazement. She looked back and watched him with big eyes as he continued to jog down the beach. Her hand clenched mine a bit tighter.
I said nothing, but nodded my head in agreement. It was easy to tell that not only did she sound very amazed, but also lustful. It was pretty obvious she was aroused. I wasn't jealous, it turns me on to know my wife gets sexually excited by other men. It helps keep our sex life exciting.
By now, my mind started to race with provocative pornographic thoughts of her with this big black man. After all, I fantasized a lot about my wife in various sexual scenarios with other men. I'm not ashamed about it, I gave into my kinky thoughts a long time ago and share them with my wife when we are having sex. Being open with her about my X-rated fantasy's enhanced our sexual relationship tremendously. Plus, it made her more sexually eager, much to my benefit. Our fantasies may not be too everyone's liking, which I would expect. But, I found out the more you share, the more you get to know and trust your partner, which ultimately leads to a really awesome and open sex life. I can attest to that!
We both love to play out fantasy scenarios of sharing her with other men. I'll call her call her my vixen, and she'll call me her stag. We like to role-play that she's a slutty wife getting fucked by another guy, sometimes even more than one as I watch. She'll fuck herself with a variety of large realistic dildos and I'll watch and jerked off with her. I'll come join in with her and the "other guy(s)". She'll suck my cock as I take over plunging the dildo in-and-out of her pussy with long deep strokes. I like to talk dirty to her by telling her she's my slutty vixen hot wife and that she's getting spit-roasted or gang banged by guys with really big hard strong cocks. Then I'll take my turn fucking her as she plays with and sucks on the dildo. We haven't yet taken our fantasy and made it a reality, but the sheer thought of watching her get pleasured by other guys, and her acknowledgment that I'll allow it without jealousy gets me off immensely!
We have shared an unshakeable loving and trusting relationship for well over twenty years. With certainty and confidence in our marriage, we feel uninhibited to share our explicit sexual fantasies with each other, free from judgement. It fulfills us sexually and makes us very content with one another.
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Later that evening after a nice dinner we went to the resort bar for drinks. She is very unpretentious in her ways, usually dressing very casually. But tonight she decided to let her dark hair down, put on some seductive makeup, and wear a very sexy black silk slip dress. It was my favorite dress of hers. It showed off her beautiful, mature, voluptuous curves. She is tall (about 5.10"), has large all natural breasts, a slight pooch belly, wide hips, thick thighs, and a big hard ass. You could describe her a "thick milf".
She accentuated her dress with her favorite gold necklace with matching earrings and black Italian strappy mid-heel sandals. To my surprise, she was also wearing the chain anklet with a golden heart that I gave to her on Valentine's Day. This anklet often contributed to our fantasy role-play games as a symbol implying that she's available to be shared. That certainly intrigued my thoughts of having passionate hot wife sharing role-play tonight!
This outfit was sure to get attention from other men. Sure enough, as we entered the large romantic barroom, I noticed several guys cast a gaze toward her, then quickly look away so as not to be caught by their partners. "My sexy vixen hot wife. Of course they want a good look!" I thought proudly to myself, aroused by knowing other men want to check her out.
We took a seat in a quiet comfortable circular booth in the back corner of the bar and ordered our drinks. She ordered chilled white wine and I ordered a whiskey on the rocks. As the waiter left to get our drinks, I noticed the athletic black man who we saw earlier jogging past us on the beach. He was sitting alone at the bar, watching the game, and talking friendly with the bartender.
When our drinks arrived, she began talking about what she wanted to do tomorrow. I watched the black man over her shoulder, absorbed in my own dirty thoughts, thinking about our fantasies of sharing her with another man.
"Why not?" I suddenly thought. "Instead of acting out our fantasy all the time, why not make it a reality? A reality with someone we both know she is already turned on to? We're not getting any younger, and it's been a shared fantasy of ours for a long while now." I was getting excited with the thought of making this happen.
"Honey?" Remember that hot black guy on the beach you were lusting after?"
"Who?" she thought for a second, then immediately remembered and grinned.
"What? I wasn't lusting after him!" she said, thinking back on the day trying to remember if her sexual eagerness was that obvious.
"He's at the bar."
Her face flushed and she turned around to look. She saw him, her eyes got big, she quickly turned back to me like an embarrassed school girl with a crush and took a big gulp from her wine.
"He's a pretty hot man if I don't say so myself" I said. "I'll bet he has a really big cock and could fuck you like a machine."
Surprised by what I just said, she looked up at me with an open mouth and big eyes and chuckled.
"I'm sure he IS talented" she said with a little sly giggle.
"You wanna go talk to him?" I asked. "I'm sure you'd hit it off."
"What? No way!"
"C'mon. I know you think he's hot. Just say hi, and see how it goes. Maybe he's really nice and we could invite him to our table."
"You're serious?! I couldn't. No way!"
"Okay. I just thought it could add some more spice to our bedroom role-playing tonight. You know, add a little bit to the wife sharing fantasy. I'll watch from over here while you flirt with that big, handsome, muscular, black guy, who I KNOW you think is hot. He's probably got a big cock tightly stuffed in his pants. See if you can tell."
I admit, I was alluding to my scheme pretty heavy.
She sat quietly and thought about it for a bit.
"You really are serious aren't you."
"Absolutely. Just go flirt with him, see where it goes. It'll be sexy."
"Or not!"
"Go on! I want watch my hot vixen try to seduce another guy. It'll be totally hot!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Ugh! Okay, fine. I'll just go stand right next to him and order us another drink at the bar and see what happens, if anything, and that's it! Okay?"
"Okay!"
She gulped the last of her wine and looked in my eyes with a mischievous smirk. She got up out of the booth and straightened her dress to walk over to the bar.
"How do I look?"
"Sexy! A sexy MILF!"
She giggled, then bent down and whispered in my ear "This IS kinda exciting!"
I watched her big hips and ass sway as she confidently walked across the barroom floor, headed straight for the handsome black man. She walked up right and sat down on a barstool right next him, smiled, and waited to get the bartenders attention to order drinks. I watched intently as she started to strike up a conversation. It appeared they were getting along quite well, right away.
She got the bartenders attention and ordered our drinks. When the drinks arrived, she paid for them and said something to the bartender while she looked over to me with a smile. The bartender set her glass of wine down on the bar for her, then left the bar and delivered my whiskey right to me.
"I guess things are going quite well" I thought to myself.
As time passed and I continued to watch them chat, wondering what they were talking about. I saw her laugh and place her hand on the his, and then turned to looked back to me. He looked over to me and raised his drink, as she must've been introducing him to me. I raised mine and smiled back.
She got up from the bar with her wine and walked eagerly back to our table.
"Well?" I asked. "How'd it go? Was it exciting? Did it turn you on?"
"He coming to join us!"
"What? Really?"
"He's really nice, and WOW is he hot!"
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She scooched to the middle of the circular booth so that she could be in between me and her new friend. He sat down across from me and we toasted our glasses. As three of us talked and laughed, she would make flirty little comments to him and grabbed his hand whenever he made her laugh. She moved closer to me and started to rub my thigh and slowly moved her hand in between my legs. I opened my legs a bit wider and she slowly started to rub closer to my crotch. She was very comfortable with his friendliness and it was obvious that she was getting turned on by him.
It was comforting to watch her let go of any timidness she might have had earlier.
She was clearly feeling more and more liberated and began to bring up more and more sexually suggestively topics. She would say things like how big and strong he is, and how he must have "a whole lot of horny girls wanting to date him." He would just grin in acknowledgment. It must've been true. The more suggestive her topics became, the closer her hand would get to my cock and balls. Soon, enough, she started rubbing my cock through my pants enthusiastically. I couldn't help but start to get a hard-on.
