Another couple step over into the wonderful world of Hotwifery.
I’ve been married to Stacy for two years, and living with her for five. During our first couple of years, we liked going out together on Friday nights, drinking with friends, light flirting and then going home together for great drunk sex. Last year, two things happened that put a crazy spin on it all. First, my best friend, Jason broke up with his long term girlfriend. The four of us used to go out together a lot, but now Jason was alone and free. Stacy and he always got along well, but now they seemed to be a little closer.
Jason started asking her to lunch during the week, and she accepted at least once a week. She would always tell me about it, and since my work doesn’t allow me to have lunch with her, I found it both nice for her and a little exciting or unsettling.
After the fifth time in four weeks, I told her one night that she might want to go with him a little less or he might try to get her to do more than just lunch. Stacy gave me a little smirky smile and said Jason is always trying to get her to do more, but that she could handle him and I shouldn’t worry or tell her what she can or can’t do. Her attitude both scared and excited me.
I started noticing that they hugged each other more when we would meet on Friday nights at the bar, and they tended to stand together more often, talking just to each other, instead of everyone like before. I asked Stacy why, she said they were just good friends and she was trying to find him cute girls that he could hook up with, but they had to meet her approval.
Well, Jason has never had trouble picking up girls, and I told her I was sure he didn’t need her help, but she said that he did and she enjoyed talking to him. She said he appreciated her opinion more than me sometimes and she appreciated that.
One night, a mutual friend of all of ours invited all of us to their house to hut tub after the bar. Stacy surprised me by saying she wanted to ride over on the back of Jason’s motorcycle and meet me there, I started to protest, but she waved me away and ran out to jump on his bike. They were gone in a flash. I drove to the hot tub party with shaking hands and a jealous feeling. They were already in the tub, sitting next to each other when I got there, she didn’t even make room for me. I noticed that Stacy laughed unusually hard at everything Jason said and pretty much ignored me. We finally left together, but it was a quiet ride home. I tried to talk to her about it, she said no talking, we could have sex if I wanted but she didn’t want me questioning her. Our sex was ok, but not the best.
Well, about a month after that, and still them doing their lunch and bar talking thing, my work schedule got drastically changed and I had to start working early Saturday mornings. The first one, we went out, but I told her and everyone that we needed to leave by ten o’clock. She wasn’t very happy, but left with me. She complained that she wanted better sex and hated leaving her friends early on her only night to party.
The next Friday, we went out, and she was spending quite a bit of time talking to Jason, while I was playing pool and talking to other people. At ten, I went up to them and asked if she was ready to go. Stacy said she wanted to stay, but that I should go so I could work in the morning. I asked how she would get home and Jason quickly said he would bring her home. Stacy nodded her head vigorously up and down and asked if she could please stay and party with her friends. I didn’t want to look like a jerk, so I reluctantly agreed and asked how late, she said probably a little after two, then she laughed and said, “don’t wait up though honey, you need to get sleep, I will see you tomorro afternoon, don’t wake me up in the morning.” I tried to kiss her and she barely touched her lips to mine then pulled back and said, “goodnight, drive careful” I drove home horny, confused and kind of excited. I’d be lying if I hadn’t fantasized about Stacy having sex with Jason over the last few weeks, but part of me was very scared about it too because I have lost other girlfriends to guys and I was insecure. I got in bed, and could not stop thinking about Stacy getting drunk and horny with Jason, and them going to his house. I finally laid on my stomach and totally imagined them together having incredible sex and I humped my bed till I shot a huge load of cum out and then could relax enough to sleep.
My alarm was set for 5:30, but I woke at 4:00 and instantly realized that Stacy was not in bed with me. I got another hard on and my heart was thumping like crazy. I checked the house, nope she was not home, then saw I had 2 missed text messages on my phone from her, the first was sent at midnight, she said, “having a great time, thanks for letting me stay, sleep good, love you.” The second was sent at 2:18, “We just left bar, Jason is pretty drunk, so I’m walking him to his house, will see you tomorro baby” I got back in bed and imagined my sexy, horny wife with my horny drunk buddy. It was actually really turning me on thinking about them going at it. I was jealous, but I knew that I could not do anything about it and the helpless feeling mixed with jealousy, made me very horny. I thought about how she sounds when she is orgasming and I laid there with a hard cock and started hoping that Jason and her were having great sex together.
I was working by 7;00, then got a text from Stacy at 07:50, “Just got home honey, sorry I missed you, I’m going to bed, talk to you later.” I had a hard time concentrating at work, but managed to not think about her for most the morning. I sent her a text at noon, asking if she was up yet, she replied 5 minutes later saying she was awake, but still in bed.
I got home that evening, Stacy greeted me with a nice hug and kiss and asked about my day, I said fine, and looked her over. She was freshly showered and wearing one of her sexier tops and her favorite PINK sweat pants that make her ass look awesome. She had dinner ready, we sat next to each other and as we were finishing, I asked how her night was, she gave me a funny look, with raised eyebrows and said, “It was great, how bout yours?” I said mine was kind of boring, but ok. “Did you sleep good?” she asked, “Uhm, some, not the best” “Why couldn’t you sleep honey?” She was now clearly toying with me in a coy, falsely sweet voice. I looked at her a second, and decided to be honest, “Because I was very horny” I said, looking her right in the eyes. “Why were you horny honey”, “Because I was jealous and imagining you going home with Jason and fucking his brains out.” She feigned a slightly shocked appearance, then smiled and said, “So thinking of me fucking your friend makes you horny?” I paused, and felt blood rushing to my face, but I liked our conversation and wanted to keep her talking. “Well it makes me jealous, but I have to admit, it also turned me on, are you mad at me?” she wrinkled her brow and said, “Why would I be mad at you, if you like the idea of me fucking someone else?” “I don’t know, it’s hard to explain…” she cut me off and said, “I’m just surprised, because you usually act so possessive and jealous and get upset when I spend time with Jason without you.” I took time for that to sink in, then said, “Well honey, I am a little jealous, but it does not make me mad, and I actually kind of like it and thinking about you two together.” “Really?” she said in that feminine, sarcastic way. “How much do you like it, enough to let me spend more time alone with him, without being rude to me about it?” “Yes, baby, you can spend all the time you want with him, can I ask you a few questions about it?”, she said “Maybe, if I think you can really handle the answers, but first, tell me, how horny were you last night?” She said this with a wicked little grin. “I was very horny, my cock was so hard for over an hour and I could not quit fantasizing about you two.” She smiled a real, happy smile and said, “So what did you do about that hard cock.” I knew she wanted to hear, so I said, “Well I had to rub my cock until I came all over myself, then when I saw your second text that you were staying with him, I had to masturbate again just to get to sleep.” I could tell that this really pleased her, and she started squirming like she does when she is really turned on. “So, do you want to know about my night, or just imagine it?” She said in that awesome sexy voice of hers. “I want to hear all about your night baby” , I nearly panted to her.
Stacy stood up and took my hand leading me to our bedroom. Inside we quickly undressed and hugged then flopped onto the covers. Stacy gently rubbed my stiff cock, and said, “Well, Jason kept drinking and I had a fair amount, so when it hit 2, we both agreed neither of us should drive. He took my hand and said that I was just stuck staying with him.” “Were you excited about that” I asked, wanting to absorb her total thought process. “Yes, Jason and I have been flirting quite heavily over the past few weeks and we were both wanting to have an opportunity to have sex with each other. You know I get super horny when I drink, and I was very excited that you let me stay and party with him.”. I then asked “What happened when you got to his house?” She smiled at me while giving my cock a firmer squeeze. “We went straight to his bedroom and ripped our clothes off?”
My cock felt like it might explode. A thousand questions were running through my mind. “Does Jason have a nice cock?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited about her answer. “Yes, he has a very nice cock, and he definitely knows how to use it.” She said the last with genuine admiration and respect, but she was getting ahead too fast. “What did you guys do after you were naked?” I asked in excited voyeuristic manner. “We hugged, kissed, and I stroked his cock, and then he bent down and sucked on both my nipples.” I exhaled in horny excitement. She knew I just wanted her to tell me the story, so she did, with a beautiful smile that made it better for me because I knew she really had enjoyed herself.
“Jason pushed me down on the bed, licked my nipples until they were very hard, then he lowered his face to my pussy and started kissing and licking me all over there.” I was so turned on thinking about my friends tongue all over my beautiful wife’s shaved smooth pussy. “Did he like your shaved pussy?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it. “Yes, he told me several times how he had dreamed of doing that, and later how much he loved my pussy.” “Was he good at it?” and she gave me the answer I wanted to hear. “OMG, he was excellent, he loves to suck pussy as much as you and he uses his hands even better than you, no offence baby.” “oh, no offence sweetie, I like hearing anything that you think he does better than me, its totally cool with me.” She said “Well, he is very good, he made me cum at least three times before he moved up.”
I needed to hear more, “What then?” “I wanted to suck on his cock, but he wouldn’t let me yet, he kissed me and slid his cock into my wet pussy.” I asked “How did it feel, really, and be honest, is it bigger than mine?” Stacy’s eyes widened a little, she looked at me for a couple seconds, “It felt incredible, he has a very nice cock, it… is maybe slightly longer than yours, but it is quite a bit thicker… I definitely haven’t felt a cock that thick in a long time.” I was near squirting from hearing that, I loved thinking that my wife liked the feel of Jason’s cock in her more than mine. There was only a couple more questions that I wanted her to answer. “Did he make you cum good, is he a good fuck?” “Oh fuck baby, he made me cum so good, and so many times, he is an excellent fuck… He definitely lasts longer than you, and he came three times and was still hard after the third time. He fucked the shit out of me!” she said this staring straight into my eyes.
“Do you want to fuck him some more?” I breathlessly asked. “Hell yes I want to fuck him some more, is that ok baby?” My heart was beating a mile a minute, “Yes Stacy, I want you to fuck Jason any time you want, as much as you want, that makes me totally happy honey.” She then stroked my cock about four times and I erupted all over her hand, as I moaned in pleasure and she giggled at my gyrations. God I love my wife so much.
Submitted by: Tree Shaper, Montana