Spencer had always entertained the idea of a hotwife fantasy, wondering what it would be like to see Elle, his wife of eight years, with another man. They were deeply in love, and their marriage was solid, but something about the thought of watching her in the throes of passion with someone else captivated him. It was a desire that, over time, had grown into something more than just a fantasy.
Elle knew Spencer's fantasy well; it was often a theme in their sex life. They regularly enjoyed watching hotwife porn or reading similar erotica, but for Elle, she had never really considered it anything more than an erotic fantasy. Still, there were moments when she caught herself wondering... what would it actually feel like? Would it be exhilarating? Terrifying? Or both?
Spencer often mentioned that he would love to see her bent over and plowed while he watched. She couldn't deny it, the idea definitely turned her on. She had an exhibitionist streak too... but for her, it just seemed like cheating on the man she loved.
The thought lingered sometimes, though, surfacing in her mind during moments of solitude or late-night fantasies. It confused her, how could something so potentially detrimental also feel so arousing?
One evening, they were having dinner together at their favorite restaurant before Elle was set to leave for a business trip, where she would be attending a tech conference.
She told him about the schedule. It was going to be a hectic three days, but she was glad that this year she didn't have to present her work and could enjoy the conference with much less stress.
They discussed having a nice weekend trip away together in a few weeks, after Elle got back and things settled down. They planned on heading to a national park to do some hiking.
"I'll look into some accommodation options while you're away," Spencer offered.
"Okay, great. We can take a look and decide exactly where we want to go, and book something on Saturday," Elle agreed.
They continued to discuss their plans over a few glasses of wine, and eventually, they had a loose plan outlined, depending on accommodation.
After some time, Spencer asked, "So, how many attendees this year?"
"Uh, a bit over 300, I think," Elle said slowly, trying to recall.
"Wow, that's quite a few," Spencer said, almost to himself. He continued, "I guess you'll have a lot of men to choose from," he grinned cheekily at her.
Elle responded by rolling her eyes and laughing.
"Well, you never know... maybe if you meet someone interesting on your trip, you could bring back a story for me. Or preferably a video," he said, attempting to suppress his cheeky expression and sound casual.
Elle laughed again, shaking her head. "Oh, is that right? You'd really want me to meet someone?"
"I'm just saying... I wouldn't mind watching," Spencer winked, making it sound like a harmless tease.
Elle studied him for a moment. She knew that despite the teasing tone, he wasn't joking. She couldn't help but feel turned on by the thought. Maybe the wine had gone to her head a little because she decided to continue this conversation further than it usually went.
"So, if I met a guy at this conference, you would seriously want me to bring him back to my hotel and..." she looked around to make sure no one was listening, "and fuck him?" she said quietly with an incredulous look.
Spencer almost choked on his wine, clearly not expecting such a forthright response. He laughed nervously. "Ah, yeah... the idea of that is incredibly hot," he said earnestly.
"Sure," she smiled, but then her expression changed to a frown. "But you don't see it as cheating? I would feel like I was betraying our marriage and you."
"Would you not be jealous?" she added.
Spencer's heart was racing. Was she really considering this?
He leaned forward and quietly explained, "Well, for me, I know how strong our relationship is, and if it was just a one-night thing, then I don't see it as more than physical and fun." He glanced around, also checking for anyone close by, before whispering, "Just like when you play with your big dildo for me," he grinned at her.
"Shhhh," she laughed while tapping his hand in disapproval.
"You really would want that?" she repeated with an intense gaze.
"If it wasn't an emotional affair, then I don't see it as something that would bother me," he said as he took her hand.
"And if you could see how hard my cock is right now, you'd believe me," he added a little too loud.
"Spencer!" she exclaimed with wide eyes, embarrassed someone could have heard that last statement. He laughed. "Sorry, got carried away for a moment there."
Elle laughed. "Well, don't get excited. I was just curious what you really thought. Nothing is going to happen on this trip."
Spencer's heart sank a little, and although he was excited by the conversation, he wasn't surprised that Elle hadn't immediately changed her mind.
What Elle hadn't mentioned was that her panties were now wet to the touch. Lucky I wore a black dress, she thought to herself.
There was a lull in the conversation. Both of them were still thinking about their discussion, but there was little left to say at this point, and naturally, they moved on.
For Elle, the conversation replayed in her mind throughout the night. Part of her felt guilty for how much it had turned her on. Yet, there was something else... a spark of curiosity. What would it really feel like? The thought alone sent a thrill through her. Could she ever take it beyond fantasy?
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Elle left for her work trip the next day, and Spencer kept himself busy, trying not to think too much about the conversation from dinner. But a part of him couldn't help but wonder if she had been thinking about it too.
They kept in contact over the period, but as these things always go there is limited free time between the event itself and the somewhat mandated evening socializing, or networking as they call it.
A few days later, Elle was attending the conference dinner on her final night away. Spencer was home watching TV after work when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Elle, but it was oddly out of character. There were a few spelling mistakes, she wasn't spelling words out in full, and it seemed she must have enjoyed a few wines at the dinner.
"Were u serioud? About wat u said? At dinner?" the message read.
Spencer's heart started pounding. Was she talking about that? He quickly responded.
"What do you mean?" he asked not wanting to jump to the wrong conclusion, despite his gut feeling.
"You knoe... u want to watch me," she messaged straight back.
"I was serious. Why do you ask? Is something going on?" He tried to sound casual, but he was already getting worked up.
Elle didn't respond right away. The silence stretched on for an agonizing 25, maybe 30 minutes, leaving Spencer in a state of suspense. He couldn't focus on anything else, staring at his phone and pacing around the living room, waiting for the next message.
He felt strange; he was exhilarated yet nervous. What was she doing? Suddenly he felt a little sick being left unknowing. Was his suggestion a mistake? Even so, his cock had been hard ever since Elle's first message.
When her next message finally arrived, it wasn't just a text... it was a video. The caption read, "For u baby xo."
