Following the wedding, our sex life was filled with much more honesty and V had accepted After a bit of research that its not an uncommon fantasy.

We experimented with a dildo, her simulating oral sex as we fucked and vice versa, threesomes with a toy.

I noticed a change in her confidence in social situations and whilst not a natural flirt, she was enjoying the attention of other men. I would notice someone looking and point this out to her. In the past she would dismiss it, but now would purposely reveal a bit more leg or cleavage. On a couple of occasions, she would ‘accidently’ drop her purse and bend over, her skirt rising very close to revealing her knickers. Her office work attire had become a little more daring, short skirts rather than trouser suits. She knew this turned me on and was playing her part perfectly. It was getting addictive and like any addiction you end up wanting more.

We managed an overnight date night in a very plush, city hotel. Not long after checking in, V had her thighs parted receiving a good helping of oral sex. She had prepared herself, not a hint of hair in sight.  We spent most of the afternoon in bed, with a couple of bottles of champagne. After a snooze, V asked me to go ahead and wait in the bar whilst she got ready for dinner. After showering and kissing her goodbye, taking a seat at the bar, scouring around, it was pretty busy with couples of all ages and a small group of good looking guys in suits enjoying after work drinks. I immediately had thoughts of them all fucking her.

A couple of G & T’s later, V appeared, waved gently and walked slowly towards me in an outfit I had never seen. Something new. A dark red silky dress, fairly tight fitting, black stockings (she never wore tights these days) and high patent heels. Her highlighted hair swished as she walked and she had applied bright red lipstick. She took a stool next to me crossing her legs, and hadn’t gone unnoticed by the group of guys standing nearby.  

She kissed me hello, and we shared a bottle of wine at the bar. ‘So do you like my new outfit?’ she asked. I should say so. Our table was called for dinner and we entered the restaurant. Placing my hand on the small of her back and then lower as we walked to our seats, I could make out the tops of her stockings but there was no evidence that she was wearing any knickers. She just gave me a knowing smile.

We had a nice dinner and were both now fairly high on the alcohol chart. V needed the loo and headed off as I asked for the bill, noticing a few eyes following her as she walked towards the ladies room. I met her on the way back in the bar and it was getting late but sat down together for a nightcap. We played a game and trying to be discreet would point out who we found attractive amongst the others in the bar. V surprised me with a few, whilst mine were fairly obvious. I was more interested in her choices anyway. We had to narrow it down to one each who we would sleep with if single. Opting for a tall blonde, V then deliberated before saying that actually she would choose the guy she was with, presumably her husband. ‘Maybe they would like to swap later’ I joked. V looked at me laughing ‘Yes maybe we should ask them’. ‘Bet he has a big cock’ I said, ‘Oh yes I hope so!’ This was all part of our fantasy play, or was it? Would she?

We went to back to the room and knowing she had no underwear on wasted no time in lifting her dress from behind as she poured some water at the room desk. Kissing her neck, she breathed deeply, and parted her legs enough to allow my hand to access her pussy which already felt wet with anticipation. Bending her forward a little, I dropped to the floor and my tongue met its target and she leaned further forward giving full access, her elbows now resting on the desktop. She reached back and gestured me up from my position, clearly wanting to move things along. Removing my jeans and boxers quickly, she reached around and guided me into her. In her heels she was the perfect height. I watched her face in the mirror, her eyes closed as she consumed me from behind. Her bare ass taking a light spanking.

‘Are you thinking about the guy in the bar?’

‘Yes, I want him to fuck me too’

‘His big cock inside you yes?’

‘Oh god, yes please. Can I? Please?’

‘Yes you can. Anytime you want to’

‘You want me to be bad’

‘Yes, be bad and fuck him for me’

‘I will baby, I will’

This was hot. I could tell she was cumming and it was too much to stop me from pushing hard into her and releasing everything I had. Standing for a moment our bodies relaxed, we became two again and took to the bed. V still in her dress. She kicked off her heels and lay next to me her head resting on my chest and I stroked her hair softly.

A few minutes passed. ‘That was nice’ she whispered. ‘Can you go again?’ Any man reading this will know its takes a little time to revive so to speak.  She placed her hand on my cock but kept it still. Whether the moment was right or not matters not as it happened anyway. ‘I know you play along and I really like it but I think I would like you to do it for real’ She didn’t move a muscle and I waited for her to react.

‘You mean have sex with someone else? Are you being serious?’

‘Yes I believe I am’

‘This is not the game now?’

‘No, not the game’

‘OMG you are drunk, you don’t mean it’

‘Quite the opposite, I think I do’

‘Oh babe, that’s very different than this’

As we spoke my cock became hard again and she wrapped her fingers around it. That must have signposted that it wasn’t a game. She started to stroke me slowly.

‘My god, you are being serious aren’t you’ 

‘Its what I want yes, but only if you are willing to’

She lifted her head and we kissed passionately as she slowly wanked me to completion. V got out of bed and undressed and climbed in under the duvet. ‘I need to sleep’ she said and with that we both drifted off. We didn’t speak again about it but the seal was broken, it was out there.

A couple of weeks later we were at a neighbours house party without the children. They have a big home, a massive open plan area and the party ended up as a kitchen disco. The host was a male friend and his wife very flirty, but fun, especially after a few drinks. She pulled me over to dance and wasn’t given much choice but to join in. Over her shoulder I then saw V start dancing with her husband, him holding her hand and spinning her around. It was innocent but they were close and her breasts met his chest quite often. I enjoyed the view, her in his arms. Our eyes met and she instinctively knew what I was thinking, smiled and raised her eyebrows knowingly. Things wound down and we walked home, and the conversation turned back to our hotel night.

‘I meant it you know, what we talked about’

‘Yes I believe you did mean it. Are you like 100% sure that’s what you want’

‘There is no doubt in my mind’.

‘I am not sure. Who, how?’

‘So you will think about it then?’

‘If it makes you happy then I will think about it’

We were another step forward. Over the next couple of weeks we somehow stumbled across a codeword ‘the thing’ which made things easier. ‘have you thought anymore about ‘the thing’ etc’

It was now a good month after the hotel night and it came up again in bed after sex. ‘Do you have anyone in mind yet for the thing?’  

‘No…….well maybe’

With carefulness I gradually got her to open up and just let her speak.

‘Theres a guy at work, James, and we have become friends. He has separated from his wife and we have been to lunch a few times. I didn’t say anything as its just that. He wanted a woman’s perspective on things I suppose. I can tell he likes me and I guess if I wasn’t with you he is someone I would be interested in but he’s a bit younger. He’s a good looking guy and all the women in the office have a soft spot for him.’

Then, one day after work she told me that that she had been for coffee with James and he had nervously asked her if she would like to go for a drink after work sometime. She had said that she would think about it. After a little encouragement she agreed to the following Friday. It was perfect. Even if they were seen together, it was purely a work thing.

For some reason I watched her get ready for work that day. Sitting on the bed in her underwear, she slipped her stockings up to her thighs. James is going to pleased I thought to myself.

Thinking of nothing else and glancing at my watch over and over the hours passed by and V came home around 9.30. She went straight to the kitchen and made herself a long drink. I had a million questions but held back and let her talk. They went to a nice hotel bar, had few small plates and drinks. He had been a perfect gentleman and nothing had happened apart from a friendly kiss on the cheek goodnight when she left. She was in pretty good spirits, went upstairs to change and I followed shortly after. Whilst there was nothing sexual, my wife had been out with another guy and it didn’t take long before we were having sex and this time we could be specific about someone as she climbed on top and began riding me.

‘You want James to fuck you then?’

‘You want him to babe?’

‘Yes, more than anything. You want him?’

‘I am allowed’

‘Absolutely Yes’

‘Mmmm maybe I will then’

Orgasms quickly followed.

Knowing V has a bit of a dark side, there was a sense that this was beyond fantasy and she was opening up to the idea and was actually thinking about him. As we lay in bed she said that James had been messaging her suggesting another date. This time it would be dinner.

The following week I was sitting on the bed watching her get ready for her date with James. All part of the experience.  She had a glass or two of wine as she laid her underwear on the bed, finally choosing a matching black bra and knickers. Black stockings to match, a fairly short dress and a pair of high heels. A Taxi arrived and she grabbed her handbag. We stood in the bedroom and I took her hands. ‘Are you sure about this?’ she asked. ‘I am yes, you go enjoy yourself and keep me posted’ With a smile she said ‘this is mad!’ and kissed me before throwing on her coat and heading out of the door.

It was 7.30 and dinner was at 8.30 so they would have time for a few drinks beforehand. A text came through: I am here and all fine. See you later X.

Hours passed. It was midnight. Another message: Sorry so late, in a taxi will be home soon. X

She arrived home and we had a drink together in the kitchen. They had a nice dinner and she had genuinely enjoyed herself. James was good company by all accounts. He had been living with a friend but was picking up the keys to his own rented house in a few days. He had asked what excuse she had made to go out and she had felt it was best to be honest and told him that her husband didn’t have a problem with socializing with a friend. She said that it took a while for him to read between the lines but eventually he did and was a little shocked at first. His own wife had an affair which ended their marriage so this was a bit of a delicate subject. Quite naturally, he asked if there were other men and that he didn’t really know if this such a good idea. She had reminded him that he was the one who had asked her to dinner knowing she was married. A good point which he had to concede, but she felt the atmosphere had changed and he became a little distant. He waited with her for the taxi and she had said she was happy to keep seeing him so to let her know one way or the other and had kissed him tenderly on the lips before leaving. She then showed me a message on her phone from James.

‘Thank you for tonight, I really enjoy your company. And the answer is Yes. J x’

At least things were out in the open and it was a lesson in human nature. I had a feeling that he wouldn’t put up much resistance with the prospect of being able to fuck V. With or without permission from her husband.

They had a couple more lunch hours together but we were unable to organise any more dinner dates due to family life getting in the way and Christmas was approaching.    

Her annual work party was in a hotel about 30 miles away so she would stay overnight. It was staff only and James would be there too. She took the day off and would drive there in the afternoon.  After the school run, we made love and his name came a up a few times, the usual fantasies with an extra edge as she would be alone in a hotel room that very night.

She showered and I noticed that the few wisps of hair which were there earlier had now been cleanly shaved. A good sign. She packed her party dress, a classy black number, and overnight bag and we talked over a coffee before she left. It was time to give her the green light and she left under no illusion that she had a hall pass to sleep with James if it felt right.

Later, V called to say she had checked in and was going for a massage, and then a swim in the spa before getting ready. Another call came later to say that she was heading to the party. ‘Well enjoy and remember, you are single again tonight’

‘I get the message’ she giggled, clearly a few glasses of fizz already down. I wouldn’t bother her again until the next morning I thought and just let things play out if it was meant to be. Around 10 a text arrived:

‘Are you absolutely sure about ‘the thing’?

‘100% YES’

‘I love you x’

That was the last contact that evening. It felt like a long night, carnal thoughts spinning around. Was my wife in the arms of another man? Were they in bed together, kissing passionately, exploring each others body? Her hands feeling his hard cock for the first time, his fingers probing her moistness in readiness for her to take him inside her? This was all part of the fantasy and a highly erotic experience. All would be revealed the following day and there would be no going back.

In the morning, she was clearly suffering with a hangover and didn’t want to talk on the phone. Going mad with anticipation, her car finally pulled up on the drive. ‘I need to go back to bed for a while if that’s ok’. Wanting to give her all the time she needed I let her sleep off the excesses of the party for a couple of hours. Finally, footsteps upstairs and she was up moving around. Taking her a coffee and sitting on the bed as she climbed under the duvet we finally got to talk.

She talked about the party, who had embarrassed themselves, the usual office social, avoiding what she knew I wanted to hear! Was this a tease, if so it was working.

Eventually, I moved the conversation to James. ‘Yes he was there and we actually sat next to each other at the dinner table, oh and there was lots of alcohol’

‘And?’

At this point she was blushing and looked away as she spoke. Her shyness spoke volumes.

‘Are you sure you want to hear this?

‘I want to know everything. All the details’

The conversation became more of a question and answer, but this is a fair description of what happened.

V went on to describe that as things wound down they had found a quiet corner in the bar and were both pretty drunk. James had told her that she must realise that he really liked and fancied her and in another life he would have loved to be with her. He then made his move and leaned in to kiss her. She responded and they shared a kiss but as they were in public, she stopped, gathered her bag and went upstairs to her room. She gathered her thoughts and admittedly was feeling really turned on. She pondered for ages until eventually texted him her room number.     

There was a light tapping on the door and as she let him in, she was shaking with nerves. Maybe excitement. She had opened a bottle from the mini bar and handed him a glass and there was an awkward moment between the two of them. James asked if he could kiss her. They then just hugged at first until his lips met her neck and kissed his way up to hers. She was still shaking lightly and nearly stopped but it felt good. They kissed slowly but with enthusiasm and she felt his hands on her waist and then her ass. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders. They undressed each other and were both down to their underwear. His body was firm and fit. They moved to the bed where they continued kissing. James removed her bra exposing her breasts which he sucked as she felt his hand make way into my wife’s knickers where he began to caress her pleasure points. She reached for his groin and could feel that he was big and stiff and played with his cock. He pulled her knickers off, parted her thighs, and went down on her which made her cum. She then gave herself to him and let him fuck her. Him on top. The sex was quick and uncompromising, and she had another orgasm. He did not pull out and ejaculated inside her. Afterwards they lay together without speaking and she felt a natural pang of guilt, almost shame. She went to the bathroom where this feeling gradually subsided. She went back to bed and they fell asleep. During the night, he became amorous again. She reached back and felt that he was hard, but she was still quite tender from earlier and not ready for more sex so she gratified him orally for the first time. He had cum in her mouth. They slept again for a few more hours. When she woke, James was full of apologies as he had to leave really early. She was worn out and hungover so after a brief kiss goodbye he snuck out of the room and she drifted back to sleep.

Fantasy had become reality and the initial feeling was mixed but overwhelmingly one of elation at what had happened.  Did she have any regrets? At first yes but not now that she was home and back her own environment. My wife had taken pleasure in recreational sex with another man. We then made love and it was quite another feeling knowing her beautiful pussy had welcomed another cock not 24 hours before. Would this be a one off? A fantasy fulfilled and put to bed?

We both needed time to process things but V was seemingly unfazed. Honesty was important and she eventually conceded that there was definitely something to be said for this ‘lifestyle’ and we studied the internet together for more material. It was eye opening the amount of people who lived such alternative lives and we started some online chats with people from all over the country. She loved the compliments, the attention and ultimately the explicit desire to hear what they would like to do with her given the chance. She enjoyed posing for photos and we started making a few private ‘home movies’ to share with select others who returned the compliment with their own tributes to her. Our sex life had never been better but was she ready for more? This question was soon answered when James invited her over for dinner at his house and she didn’t need to think twice before accepting. More about that in the next episode……