Christmas had come early in our household with the unexpected gift of a brand new 'Hotwife and Cuckold' relationship after more than twenty years of monogamous marriage.
Although my husband Pete had tried very hard to persuade me to take a lover for over a year, when it had actually started, it had been a surprise to us both.
It had all starred nearly two months earlier when to both our surprises, I had let Tony, a long-time family friend seduce, strip and fuck me on our lounge floor after giving me a lift home from the railway station. We had both been expecting me to smile indulgently and swat his wandering hands away from my bottom after one of his habitual 'farewell fondles' but for some reason, at that time on that day in that room, something had made me simply stop resisting and nature had taken its inevitable, pleasurable, guilt-ridden course.
To this day I can't be sure whether any other set of circumstances would have produced the same result but the question is academic. I had been seduced, been thoroughly fucked and had embarked on a passionate affair with my new lover.
It had been very difficult a month later when I had confessed to my husband that I had finally yielded to his persuasion and was now a 'fallen woman'. As you can imagine, the atmosphere between us had been strained to breaking point. Pete had slept in the guest bedroom that night then had stayed away from home for two whole days - I still didn't know where.
I had been convinced my marriage and family life were over but on his return my extraordinary husband had given his tentative blessing to my affair as long as certain conditions were met; conditions that with untold relief I had accepted.
So I had become a Hotwife, my husband had become a cuckold and a passionate few weeks had ensued during which I had enjoyed the best sex in my fifty-plus years of life.
Soon, with Christmas on our doorstep and the kids due home any day, I would have to abandon our new lifestyle for a couple of weeks and make the transition back to being a Mum again. This meant wrapping presents, cooking, ironing and other domestic chores that jarred with my new highly sexualised existence but a period of normality would do us all good and in a way, I was looking forward to it.
Thursday evening had been my second Official Hotwife Date with Tony. Friday had been the pre-Christmas dinner we traditionally enjoyed with our friends so unusually, Pete and I we were having a Saturday night at home. Apart from the soreness in my vulva and a dull ache in my hips, things could almost have been normal.
As we hovered around the kitchen preparing dinner, Pete refilled my glass with red wine, sat me down at the table and perched opposite me with an expression on his face I couldn't quite read. For a moment I wondered what was about to happen. Had it not been for all the previous conversations in which he had seemed very happy with our new lifestyle, I would have been worried by the look. But then he looked straight into my eyes and smiled.
"I've been thinking."
"I thought you had. You look worried," I replied. "Are you having second thoughts again?"
"God no!" he replied instantly. "Quite the opposite."
"So what is 'it'?" I asked with what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
Pete looked embarrassed.
"You know how I find it exciting to think about it and talk about it between dates?" he asked tentatively. "About you being fucked by another man?"
I noticed Pete seldom mentioned Tony by name these days but I didn't say anything.
"I've only been fucked twice," I laughed, amazed at how easily and freely we both now used the 'f' word. "Officially that is, but I know what you mean. I find it exciting too," I told him truthfully. "It is exciting!"
He was obviously pleased.
"Well, I wondered if you'd maybe consider some kind of sign that you're doing it. Something to remind us both about it every day. Something to help keep the 'buzz' going between dates?"
I was taken aback; this was completely unexpected but at the same time, strangely exciting.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, puzzled.
"I'm not sure. I wondered about something like wearing something special. Or maybe a necklace. Or not wearing your wedding ring all the time."
"It couldn't be anything obvious," I said. "We can't risk anyone guessing what's going on."
"That's right," Pete replied thoughtfully. "I did wonder whether you might get a tattoo or even a piercing."
"I'm not sure about that," I protested, frowning though the idea sent a thrill through me.
"It was just a thought. But whatever it is, it's got to be there all the time. It's got to remind us both constantly of what you're doing - what we're doing," he corrected himself.
"I'll think about it," I said, fully intending to do just that.
Pete refilled our glasses, replaced the bottle on the counter top then stood behind my chair. I felt his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently.
"Are you still sore down there?" he asked as his fingers worked their magic on my muscles.
"Not too bad. I'm stiff and achy though," I smiled. "What with Tony and then you, my body's taken a bit of a pounding the last two days. If this is going to continue, I'd better get to the gym a lot more."
"I still can't believe it's all real," his voice was low and soothing as he continued his very pleasant manipulation of my stiff shoulders and neck.
"Neither can I," I agreed. "I'm so pleased you're okay with it all."
"Well so far I am," he told me honestly. "I'm not sure how far it will go but if we're careful; if it really is just fucking..."
"Which it is," I interjected.
"And we still really love each other..." he continued.
"Which we do," I added.
"Which we do," Pete repeated. "Then maybe we're just found a whole new and exciting lifestyle for our old age."
"Hey! Who are you calling old?" I demanded, elbowing him playfully in the groin.
Pete pretended to be hurt then dropped to his knees alongside my chair.
"I would still like to watch you," he whispered. "Remember what we talked about? All our fantasies?"
"I don't know, Pete," I began to object. "It's all so new and Tony's an old friend and..."
"I don't mean now, Penn," Pete interrupted. "Maybe once things have settled in the New Year."
