*This is a follow-up to my previous story, How My Wife Became a Hotwife. Unfortunately as that was initially written as a one-off I'm unable to add it to what is now going to be a series of stories following Katie's experiences. Hope you all enjoy.*
In the days following her first hotwife experience with Martin, Katie became extremely attentive. She'd regularly check I was ok, that our marriage was still secure, that this didn't all mean I was about to cheat on her.
In truth, I felt more in love with her than ever, having seen my beautiful wife melt in Martin's hands as he massaged her tanned skin, until she was so turned on it was inevitable the two of them would need to fuck urgently.
The experience had come about after Katie and I had revisited the fantasies we discussed in the early days of our relationship, when we had both been in our mid 20s.
Now in our late 30s, our sex live had always been good, but last week's events had taken it to another level.
Hearing Katie describe how she wanted to enjoy two men taking her at once had made me think we were at an age where it was now or never for experiences like that.
However, knowing that there was no telling the impact of introducing sex with other people into your relationship until you did it, I decided to start cautiously by booking Katie a naturist massage.
I'd known beforehand there was a fair chance everyone present would want it to lead to sex but there was enough doubt to make it exciting when that was exactly what happened.
As I'd walked Martin out afterwards, we'd agreed he would return for a threesome a week later - being taken by two men at once was the fantasy Katie had been keen to fulfill, and having dipped a toe in the water neither of us wanted to return to shore.
In the immediate aftermath of Martin departing, Katie had sat on my face and described in great detail the experience from her perspective.
Even though I'd been present, it made me incredibly horny to hear her tell me how as soon as he had started massaging her shoulders she had become incredibly wet, to the point she had actually closed her legs a little to try and disguise the fact (something I had failed to notice at the time). How she had been desperate to reach out and grab his cock but too scared to do so. How a wave of relief had washed over her when she realised I had used our weather-related code to green-light any sexual activity she wanted to participate in, and finally that her only regret had been not asking for a threesome there and then.
"What if we never get a chance like that again?" She asked, having just squirted in my mouth for a second time after replaying the session out loud.
"Well you're in luck," I replied. "As I showed him out we made plans for him to come back and have a threesome. He'll be here at the same time next week."
Katie gave me a passionate snog and as our tongues entwined slid her dripping wet pussy over my cock. The reclamation sex was the best fuck we'd had for years, and after what felt like hours I finally buried an enormous load of cum deep inside her wet snatch as we stared into each other's eyes.
Katie had some reservations about the best way to proceed with a threesome; she knew she wanted two sets of hands on her body and two cocks to enjoy, but had never been confident receiving anal and was certain she didn't want to stretch her tight little pussy by attempting double vaginal penetration.
"I think it's probably going to be best to have one of you at each end," she said as we discussed possibilities. "If I want it in my bum at any point I'll ask you, I'm not sure I can trust Martin to go gently there."
