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By *wcpl OP Couple
over a year ago
Ascot |
My wife Sarah and I had chatted over the years about fantasies and desires, as all couples surely do?
After nearly twenty years of marriage we had covered quite a bit of ground and from time to time these fantasies had overflowed into the real world, with us attending a couple of parties as voyeurs in the shadows, but also even meeting some lovely couples and singles for drinks and, very occasionally, for some soft fun.
Let me add, we are still besotted with each other and Sarah is stunning, blessed with a gorgeous figure, still as fit as she was in her twenties. She is also charming and sweet. No one would have any clue that as a couple we might have anything more than a boring and supremely vanilla sex life.
Back to the story, it became clear to us both, that we shared one particular fantasy. Specifically that of a potential hotwife and slight submissive husband. Roles we both seemed to be made for. In our minds, my wife and I would set up a date with a charming, fit, single guy, ideally one who is well endowed and Sarah could gently explore the scenario in a relaxed and pressure free environment to see if it was something she might enjoy in practice. Likewise, I could test whether the sight of Sarah being intimate with another guy would be as much of a turn on in reality as it was in our heads.
We joined fab and Sarah asked me to find a possible match. Sure enough there were more than a few interested people, some of which we really liked and added to our hotlist.
One chap stuck out early on, seeming to tick every box. Most critically Sarah approved.. so we set up a social drink. That first meet went well and Sarah said, to both of our surprise and delight really, that if I was also keen for another meet to perhaps ‘take things a little further’, then she would be very happy with that. I said I would be more than happy to oblige, if that was what she wanted.
Much flirting and fantasising followed between Sarah and I and soon she was regularly texting back and forth with her potential ‘bull’ as we both playfully referred to him. Knowing they were in touch, but not what they were discussing generated a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not unpleasant as such, or at all, much more a primeval one.
The ‘big night’ approached and we were both increasingly nervous as to what the night might bring, how we would all react, would our chosen potential bull even want to follow through. Our heads swirled with all of the possible scenarios.
As we checked into the hotel, we looked at each other, like rabbits in the headlights into each other’s eyes.. we were failing terribly to play it cool. Taking a shower helped us both a bit, to normalise things, but when it then came time to help get Sarah ready, we both got another huge thrill and rush of nervous excitement.
Our prospective bull had requested I take great care to ensure that, should things progress a little further than before, Sarah was presented as exquisitely as possible. Quite specifically he requested I helped Sarah to ensure she was almost totally smooth, save for an enticing strip. Sarah and I smiled and joked, as I tried my best to submissively follow the clear instructions of our potential bull.
Sarah was evidently starting to revel somewhat, in the underlying and less than subtle Hotwife dynamic. She sat on the edge of the bed and literally and perhaps even figuratively looked down at me, as I knelt between her legs. It was the first appearance of a possible but very real hierarchy and we both clocked it, right then and right there. The profound nature of what was unfolding and how far along the journey we had already come, really struck home.
With those duties lovingly completed, I set about picking out Sarah’s lingerie for her. As I took her high heels from the closet, I watched in admiration as she started to prepare herself for the evening; she slipped on her gorgeous lacy knickers and her smooth and strong legs looked majestic, only to be amplified as she put on her high heels and walked gracefully across to the bathroom. Almost transfixed, I watched her intently as she applied her lipstick and perfume. Then as her little black dress slipped over her head as the finnishing touch, she asked ‘how do I look?’, I could muster just one word: Stunning!
Sarah’s phone pinged, it was Sarah’s date, he was ‘five minutes away’. We looked at each other, in silence, but with grins of anxious excitement.
We headed off to the bar. I watched Sarah walk out of the hotel and in the clear light of day, she looked even more incredible. Her heels, sporty legs, beautiful rear and gorgeous short black dress combined was a lot to take in... A catwalk would have been far more appropriate than the London pavement.
The bar was not far and we headed straight to it. We were first to arrive. Another ping ‘be right there’, another awkward but excited look at each other! I started to place an order and right on time Sarah’s date came through the door. Her face lit up as he approached and we exchanged the usual pleasantries.
Our nerves melted very quickly. It was instantly clear that the three of us were prepared to see where things went. I said to Sarah and her date that they should grab a table in the corner and I would bring the drinks across.
I tapped the debit card and turned to see a lady standing with her friends, make an open mouthed ‘WOW’ as Sarah walked past. I agreed 100%.
The three of us chatted, and quite quickly we all relaxed, like old friends catching up. We decide to head to another bar, somewhere a bit less noisy and with a bit more class. We found the perfect spot, ordered drinks and continued our chat.
It was clear at this point that things would likely progress. Sarah’s leg was brushing against his, while his hand was resting out of sight, on her thigh... it was all unspoken and quite thrilling for us all, each for slightly different reasons.
After a while chatting, Sarah’s prospective bull suggested I head off, back to the hotel and they would follow in say ‘10 or 15 minutes’. I took my instruction, looked at Sarah in the eyes to check she was happy, and with both of us smiling and giving a loving look at each other, I got up and made the solo walk back to the hotel.
The walk was akin to an out of body experience, as all I could think about was how my gorgeous and slightly conservative wife was chatting alone with this guy, who she not only found very attractive, but had been flirting with over text now for a few weeks, had shared boudoir pics with and who she was now gently exploring her Hotwife fantasy with.
Time seemed to stop, as I waited for them to appear. Such angst as to what they were saying or doing and how long they might be... and then the door opened and they were back. Both smiling, Sarah looking stunning and slightly flushed. we chatted a little, I poured some water and as I turned to hand each of them a glass, Sarah’s prospective bull had his arms around her waist. Sarah was leaning back against him and suddenly they were sharing their first kiss.
Both were totally sober, but Sarah appeared to have lost many of her earlier inhibitions. Her date let his hands explore across the smooth fabric of her little black dress. With a gentle but ever so slightly dominant manoeuvre, Sarah’s prospective bull lifted her dress, raising her hands and within moments it was just a very small silky pile on the floor.
Standing now, statuesque, in just her heels and stunning lingerie, her date continued to admire Sarah’s stunning figure, as they continued to kiss and explore each other.
He remarked, with great word choice, how stunning my wife looked as she started to unbutton his shirt. Moving over to the couch he took my wife by her hand, and Sarah was quickly straddling him.
As the husband watching on, the scene unfolding was perhaps akin to that in a high class lap dancing club. But this was no 21 year old college lap dancer, grinding against a fit guy, it was my wife of twenty years... they continued to kiss and with a gentle slap on her gorgeous arse (which was treated with a muffled groan of appreciation), he asserted the new dynamic on the two of us.
Sarah suggested she wanted to freshen up. She headed to the bathroom. A more than content grin from her to me and a wink from me back, confirmed to each other that we were both happy for things to progress.
With Sarah out of the room, I chatted with her prospective bull, almost as if nothing had just happened. As if he had not just made out with my wife, with her in her lingerie and gently slapped her arse.. everything was just so relaxed, so natural.
Sarah came back into the room, but had changed into even hotter lingerie, wearing even higher heals.. the kind that say one thing in any language. My breath was taken away, as rather than to me she walked, or rather, slinked, over to her prospective bull.
He had stripped down to all but his CKs and as they stood and kissed, my wife’s hand found what was a large and growing bulge. She started to rub it, at first quite slowly, and it just continued to grow. Within a moment and without a word being spoken my wife dropped to her knees and as a hand was gently placed on the back of her head, she started to kiss through his underwear, mouthing at his now very erect and clearly very large cock.
Her carnal desire for him was overwhelming and the view I was treated to, as her loving and increasingly submissive husband, was nothing short of spectacular. As she knelt, in her highest heels and finest lingerie, I watched as she smothered his underwear with kisses and listened to her as she made muffled groans of pleasure.
The air in the room was electric and as she slipped his CKs down, his cock sprung free and my wife let out an involuntary and highly complimentary ‘WOW!’, which was accompanied by a huge grin as she turned to me. Her expressions was almost ‘well you can’t blame me for wanting this!’. Her instant surprise and obvious excitement took my own breath away. The whole dynamic ratcheted up again.
It was then, when she took her prospective bulls cock in her hand for the first time and as she turned back to me again still with such huge grin and bright eyes, that it became undoubtedly clear how much she was enjoying herself. The straining in my own boxers told me, not just how much I enjoyed seeing her so happy, but also the dynamic of seeing her enjoying another guy and his impressive cock..
Her bull, it was clear now that there was nothing ‘potential’ about it, gave my wife some further gentle direction as to what he liked and within moments she was enthusiastically licking and sucking on his balls, while gently stroking his cock up and down with her hand. His moans of pleasure and broad smile made it clear that my once conservative and shy wife, was hitting ALL the right spots for him.
For her loving husband the sight and sounds were hard to process, a sensation of submission, intense arousal and joy for the fun that Sarah was clearly having. As I sat back in my chair, I watched in amazement and wonder. More profoundly still, I felt confident that our Hotwife journey that night, was only just beginning... |
