After reading many Literotica stories in the Loving Wives category I've decided to tell my own story which offers a somewhat different take on the concept of "hot wife" or cuckolding. Yes, it contains explicit sex, but it also reflects some other important human characteristics.
My name is Linda. I won't give my current age, but I was in my mid-30s for most of this story. My husband John and I were living the good life -- and appreciated it. It was a time of confidence, accomplishment, and, like all stages of life, a time to learn more about ourselves and each other.
Our love story contained many of the common elements: dating, exploring each other, and falling in love. We had known each other casually in college in Michigan but had no romantic interest. I dated many men and loved to explore the wild side of being 20 years old. John had a steady girlfriend for the last two years and was hurt when she moved to California, joined an online mega-church and had her mind extracted.
But we met again a few years later in North Carolina. He had brought his IT expertise to a large computing company which shall remain nameless -- but is generally associated with the color blue. I had started working as a nurse in one of the university hospitals -- with the initials UNC. We were both 25 and very surprised when we met again at a summer concert in Raleigh. We started going out and then going crazy for each other. It's amazing how 3-4 years of life in the real world can completely change your outlook about the kind of person you want to be, and to be with.
A year later we were married and we both knew we had found "the one". We had disagreements over small things but were always in sync on the important things. We were especially synchronous in our sex life. We both had good appetites and were willing to experiment. We never got kinky or into swapping or BDSM and such, but we learned many ways to please each other. And pleasing each other was always a priority in our bed.
After a few years we decided to have children. I timed my cycle and we always got together at exactly the right time of the month. It was very exciting knowing we were about to create new life. Except we didn't. After a year of failed attempts we were both tested and learned that my ovaries simply didn't function properly. We supported each other through the disappointment and talked about adoption as an alternative. After exploring that alternative we both decided that we were not ready yet and might come back to the question in the future. But somehow, that never happened.
Over the next dozen years we both moved ahead in our careers. John became product manager of one of his company's most profitable software products. I started up the food chain in the university health care system, but caught a lucky break when a friend introduced me to the president of a new biotechnology firm. Their products were designed to automate many of the repetitive nursing functions and my nursing experience in a large hospital was exactly what they needed. I hesitated to leave the rewarding work of helping patients -- but was happy to leave the long hours, lousy managers and university rules. By age 37 I was managing the design of the user experience for all of the company's products.
So, yes, we were very lucky people in many ways. We lived in a large house in the suburbs, had opportunities to travel and were still wonderfully in love with each other. We both went to the gym regularly to keep our bodies in shape. Fortunately, neither of us developed any middle age spread. John kept his muscular physique and I kept my curves. As I said before, we were open to experimenting to keep our sex life interesting. At some point we tried watching porn videos and found some of them could add some fire to our mating. Of course, back in those days that required driving to a video store, going in the "adults only" backroom and selecting a VHS tape. Things got somewhat better when Netflix first offered DVD rental through the mail. We soon learned what we liked and what we didn't. There was one tape that was especially memorable since it led us down a new path. The very thin "plot" had a married couple agree to let the wife fuck other men while the husband watched. The first time we watched it we ended up fucking away on the couch before it was over. Lots of fun. A few weeks later we rented another video that had a similar plot, a husband shopping his wife around to several men, ending in a gangbang. Again we were both extremely aroused and spent most of that night in bed not sleeping.
The next day I commented on John's ardor and how it soared when we rented videos where the husband watched the wife get fucked by other guys. He agreed and pointed out that I was also extra aroused and couldn't seem to get enough sex that night. We laughed about it and went to work. But the seed had been planted.
We both must have thought about it at work that day because the topic came up again at dinner. We were very clinically examining the characters' motives in the videos. I pointed out that I could certainly understand why a woman might be interested in such an arrangement. She gets to have wild sex with a new man without any guilt because her husband was watching. The thrill of an affair, but no threat to the marriage. But I couldn't understand why the husband would be interested. He must overcome his jealousy and the shame of being cuckolded. But he doesn't get any direct sexual reward.
John tried to explain the motivation for the man. "Every men likes to be proud of his wife. He enjoys the reflected glory when other jealous men stare at his wife or compliment her appearance."
Then I understood why John always suggests a sexy outfit when we go to his company Christmas party.
"There can be a great sexual thrill in watching the woman you love enjoy some uninhibited sex. You can watch her face and her body and really appreciate the passion she is feeling. Jacking off to that scene would be thrilling."
I cleaned up the kitchen and John plopped down in front of the TV. I finished the dishes and cuddled with him on the couch. His explanation of the man's motivation was triggering lots of neurons in my brain.
"Would you really get great sexual pleasure from watching your wife get fucked?" I asked. It took him a couple of seconds to process that question.
"As a fantasy, yes it is very hot. But the reality would carry a lot of emotional baggage. And of course there's the rather big question of what the wife would like."
We sat and stared at each other for several seconds. John took a sip from his beer. I readjusted on the couch to get more comfortable. I realized where this conversation was going but a part of me really wanted to pursue it. I decided to cross the line.
"Do you mean that if I agreed to really do this you would be happy to participate?"
I immediately felt bad for putting my lover in such a tight spot. If he said yes he would be committing himself to pursue this and go way beyond our previous boundaries. Saying no would be safer but he would risk disappointing me and, most importantly, he would close all hope of exploring this thrilling adventure that down deep really excited him. He cleverly put the ball back in my court.
"You and I have always done whatever the other one asked for. That's why we're still in love after all these years. If you wanted to try this sort of thing I would certainly play my part."
The big question was now on the table. I hadn't really decided yet what I thought about fucking another man in front of John. It was partly exciting and partly terrifying. So instead of weaseling another non-answer I changed the subject slightly.
"But how do people go about doing this kind of stuff? You wouldn't just pick some guy off the street and ask him 'Would you like to fuck my wife?' It's easy in the videos since the other guy is already in the cast. Is this really done in the real world? Or is it all just a porn fantasy?"
John took a moment to answer. It was clear he was deciding whether or not to divulge something.
"Actually I know a bit about that. It appears that there are bulletin boards on the internet where people post messages asking for and offering sexual services."
I smiled. "John, you old pervert. You have obviously already been thinking about this. Once again you are a few steps ahead of dawdling Linda." I gave him a quick kiss. "So tell me: What have you learned?"
"Well, there is a complete marketplace of people in the sex business. Prostitutes, escorts, sex clubs, sex toy stores, marketing for porn, people who provide rooms and transportation, etc. There are dozens of different sub-categories of sex acts, some of them pretty far out on the edge. But I did learn that a common term for men who offer to join couples for sex are called bulls."
"There are actual titles for these guys?" I asked.
"Sure, they have to have a common jargon to communicate. I had looked for the bull guys even before I knew their title. There are dozens of other titles for people, sex acts, sex toys, etc. I can help you do your own research to better understand that world."
