The standard caveat; if you are triggered by infidelity, cuckolding, or the hot wife / slut wife behavior or lifestyle, hit the back button now.
This is the most detailed account I've written of our first actual hot wife experience.
I'm going to summarize some contextual background here, but not all the detail.
For those who've read my other pieces, my wife and I have been together a long time, decades.
KK was never happily monogamous, even from the time we started dating, and both of us had numerous affairs.
During our engagement, more specifically for the time it was broken off, events occurred that left me obsessed with the idea of KK having sex with other men.
Between our individual affairs, my obsession, time, understanding, acceptance, individual and mutual counseling, we eventually arrived at what is commonly known as "the hot wife lifestyle" in our relationship.
This was by no means an overnight, or spur-of-the-moment event.
Evolution to the point of KK openly having sex with another man, with me present was a decades long process.
The transition to this point in our lives was long and winding.
From pillow-talk, mostly me whispering fantasy scenarios of KK having sex with strange men in her ear, to the early phases of acting on these fantasies was not a straight, or easy path.
In spite of years of my own obsession, seeing KK having sex with another man, the actual first time was an intense, shocking, life-changing experience.
Even in the face of knowing about KK's sexual past, some knowledge, as well as suspicion of her infidelity, and "easing into" actual hot wife activities, it was still a gut-punch.
In the year or so before this event, we'd experimented; sex with each other in semi-public places, sex with each other, same-room, or "soft swinging" in lifestyle clubs, exhibition and mutual masturbation sessions with other strange men, KK dancing and being groped by dance partners, and similar encounters - but not "the real deal."
This is the account of our first "official" hot wife experience.
It is written from my perspective - as an observer, so there is little dialog.
If you're expecting character development, and complex plot, there is none in this story.
This is an attempt to document my eidetic, but slowly fading memory for posterity, not an attempt at a literary masterpiece.
Our first full-blown hot wife experience was during a combined business-pleasure trip.
The encounter with a stranger was unplanned, unscripted, and completely unexpected.
KK had the opportunity to accompany me, as we had overlapping business needs in the same destination city.
Our plan was to attend to our individual business issues, and have a couple of "date nights," unrelated to business, intermingled into the trip.
We were staying in an upscale resort hotel with a nice bar / lounge / dance club.
Near the end of the trip, we had our last planned "date night," intended to be nothing more than a nice dinner, some cocktails, and dancing, followed by a more or less vanilla sex encounter, just the two of us.
KK is sexually triggered by hotel / motel stays. There are a variety of underlying reasons, which I won't go into here.
Suffice to say that a hotel stay always comes with sex for KK.
We were both dressed up, and I still recall vividly KK's appearance.
The two of us had gone shopping earlier in the day.
We'd found a boutique that she seemed enthralled with.
It was terrifyingly expensive, and the staff was attentive and somewhat high-pressure. The visit reminded me of buying a luxury car.
That boutique was full-line; it had dresses, formal wear, sportswear, shoes, lingerie and accessories, clearly designed as a one-top take all your money establishment.
The "shopping experience" was protracted, and I indulged KK, trying not to think about the inevitable costs.
KK ended up with a complete outfit; a dress, lingerie, shoes, some costume jewelry, and a new handbag.
On the positive side, she looked amazing, spectacular in the outfit.
The centerpiece was her dress, a black cocktail number - she called it a "fabulous LBD!" - Little Black Dress. It was indeed fabulous.
The dress was classy, but hot, and it fit her perfectly. It had thin shoulder straps, was sleeveless, and featured her magnificent cleavage. It was also on the short end of the spectrum relative to hemline, but not too short.
We've had a long running inside joke, about "hooker dresses" and "stripper shoes," and this dress was just short of earning the "hooker" label.
The lingerie wasn't that complicated, a matching set, with a black decollate bra and high-cut panties, very feminine and lacy.
When she was being fit for the bra, she had the sales associate ask me to come back to the dressing area, because KK had a question.
KK opened the dressing room door, wearing the bra and panties, and the sight was pure, instant hard-on.
KK smiled and said, "Does this make me look too slutty?"
Once I was able to form words again, I said, "No, you're beautiful."
KK smiled again, and said, "Good. Go back and sit down in the nerd chair, I won't be long."
For those unfamiliar, the "nerd chair" is that awkward chair often found in apparel shops and departments, used to park bewildered, bored boyfriends and husbands, who've been roped into "helping" a woman shop for clothes.
Once KK was out of the fitting room, the obligatory hunt for accessories and shit got underway.
KK engaged me in that hunt, with minimal objection.
I think to humor me, she asked, "Stockings, or pantyhose?"
I said "Stockings, of course. Sexy ones... because, oh, those legs!"
I convinced her to go with a garter belt and stockings - instead of black, they were more nude/taupe, to expose KK's sexy, shapely legs and provide some contrast against the black dress.
The shoes completed her outfit - spiky, strappy, high-heel sandals.
KK talked me into buying her a string of black and white synthetic pearls, interspersed with gold-plate beads, matching earrings, and a new purse.
The whole experience took nearly two hours, but I was stoic, figuring the reward to come later, as a wife who feels sexy and hot acts sexy and hot, and that leads to the big payoff in bed.
I damn near died when I settled the bill - nearly $1,500. I kept a poker face when I pulled out my Amex and signed the receipt.
Later in the evening, KK let me watch as she dressed in her new outfit.
I've always fetishized watching women dress, especially KK.
As a finishing touch, she put on her panties last, over the stockings and garters, teasing me, "You never know when I might need to get these off in a hurry..."
She sat in the desk chair, and had me help her put her heels on, allowing me to run my hands up and down her nylon-covered legs, and even let me have a little fingertip feel of her pussy through the crotch of her panties.
KK stood up, spun around, and asked me, "Well, how do I look?"
She was stunning!
I said, "You look so beautiful and hot I don't want to let anyone else see you..."
KK said, "Well, you are going to take me out, wine me, dine me, and dance with me, and maybe you'll get lucky. Let's go now, before you dribble in your pants..."
She was pointing at my crotch, at the tent that had formed there from my throbbing-hard cock.
We left the suite, and I managed an embarrassing hobble to the elevator, hoping my hard-on would subside before someone saw us.
We enjoyed cocktails, and dinner at a nearby restaurant - on the cab ride back, KK nudged me with her elbow, then placed her hand, which was in a tight fist, in my lap.
KK unclenched her hand, and placed her panties on my lap.
My cock cock hard, knowing my sweet, hot wife was now sans panties.
I turned to her, took a big sniff of the panties, laughed, and put them in my pocket. KK turned beet-red, wearing a sort of pursed-lip smile.
Once we were back at the hotel, we went the lounge. The hotel lounge had a very upscale bar, dance floor, and DJ, and it was not quite packed full.
We enjoyed another drink, and danced a couple of songs.
Earlier, I'd let KK know that I would have to take a short break, about an hour, to handle a critical business call with overseas colleagues in another time-zone.
We'd originally planned to go back to our hotel suite and take a break while I was on the call.
We were having a good time dancing.
KK was having an especially good time.
She loves to dance, me, not so much.
KK was being asked to dance by many strange men, some even bold enough to ask to "cut in," and she was thoroughly enjoying the attention.
I thought about my panty-less wife, dancing with all these strange men, and wondered if her pussy was getting wet, if it was making her hot, being bare and vulnerable, if anyone she'd danced with knew her pussy was exposed under her sexy dress.
Thinking about the possibilities had me hard, distracted, and horny.
When it came time for my call, we both decided she could stay in the hotel club and dance, I'd return, and meet her in the club when my call was over.
I left KK sitting at a table, nursing a drink, and went to our suite.
About an hour later, just as my call was wrapping up, there was commotion at the door to our suite, and the door kind of burst open.
It was KK, tipsy from the booze, with a strange man in tow.
She drug him inside, kicked the door closed, turned to look at me, then turned away, toward the guy, and whispered something in his ear.
KK turned back to me, and said, "You can watch."
Then she turned back to the stranger, and they started kissing!
At first, I felt like I was going to pass out, like my heart had stopped.
It was completely, totally unexpected.
The two of them kissed for a few minutes, before KK broke the kiss, turned to me and said, "You can help. Unzip my dress."
