Wife and Stranger  4.6/5 (24)

A few months ago my shy wife of five years, Claire and I engaged in our first “hotwife” experience. That night was only supposed to be about her teasing our limo driver by letting him see her naked and watching us fuck. Things progressed in exciting ways that night, however, and she ended up teasing AND fucking him after our nice dinner out of town. To say living out that fantasy met with our expectations is a major understatement.

We shot a video of the experience and still watch it nonstop. Afterward, I kept waiting for negative repercussions to emerge in our relationship. To both of our extreme relief, there were none. I know that sounds crazy, doesn’t it? How is it possible to get off on another guy fucking your wife and NOT have to pay the piper later with emotional anguish? Beats me. All I can tell you is that I felt nothing but love for my wife while she fucked this stranger.

The more she got off on him, the hotter it was for me. After that night my opinion of her has only improved. Believe me, I know this concept is fucked up, but I actually gained respect for her after watching her fuck him. Don’t ask me why or how because it is a complete mystery to me too. But our sex has been insane ever since. After about a month of fucking like rabbits, I asked if her if she was up for another experience. “If you are OK with it, I am totally down!” She answered.

Unlike the wives you read about on porn sites, Claire is the most normal woman you will ever meet. At 34, she’s a great wife and mother to our three kids and is an active member of our community. Though she is a conservative dresser, her cute face and gorgeous “C” cups still turn heads. At 5’4″ and 120lbs; she’s a classic MILF. She has a very modest demeanor, but all of her ex’s know she has an amazing libido. Her friends in our community would be floored if they knew this other side of her.

Claire and I had talked before about going to a hotel somewhere out of town and having her meet a stranger in the bar to bring back to our room for sex. This was the experience she seemed most comfortable with, so the planning began there. The problem was that it was a real crap-shoot whether we would get the right guy to not only hit on her, but also be willing to have sex with her in front of me.

As much as this sounds like a great experience in erotic literature, to actually go through with it is a different story all together. This is considered creepy by most men. From my research it became clear that most men would not be comfortable with this scenario at all.

I suggested we use Craigslist to find our man but she rejected this idea immediately. For whatever reason, she found that idea gross. “Let’s just go and try it my way.” She said. “If it happens, it happens. If not, we will still have a nice night at a hotel and I promise I will make it worth your while.”

Umm, yeah… I thought. Or, we could set up a sure-fire experience where the chance of success is nearly 100%. Either way…

OK, what happened next is not something I am proud of. I know what I did was dishonest. I also know there has to be total honesty in these types of relationships because trust is SO important. I know these things… But I REALLY wanted to see her fuck another guy. I didn’t want to leave it to chance. So, as the hotel date got closer, I set up an email account that Claire was unaware of. I searched the Craigslist ads in the city our approaching date was in and responded to five of them.

I wrote to each man, telling him the truth about my situation and included a couple pictures of Claire. All five men were interested, so I basically interviewed each one. They all sent pictures of themselves, and three of them included pictures of their cocks. This was a very time-consuming endeavor, but I wanted to make sure Claire had the best possible guy.

I also had to exercise self discipline, because the guys I wanted to see her fuck were not exactly the guys she wanted to be with. If she wasn’t attracted to them, this was never going to happen anyway. I eliminated two losers right away for embellishing their attractiveness and fitness levels. The three remaining were all acceptable physically.

James was a muscular black guy with a huge cock. He was an easy winner in my book, but Claire just isn’t into black guys or huge cocks. Two of her few, major flaws. And because this was a covert operation, my guilt was pushing me toward picking a guy she would choose. I very reluctantly passed on James. This left just Dale and Charlie.

Charlie was a decent looking professional guy. He claimed he was a lawyer, but his clever sense of humor brought that fact into question. He had short brown hair, green eyes, was 5’11” and lean yet muscular. Just Claire’s type. Every guy on the Craigslist personals claims to be well-endowed, and Charlie was no exception.

Unfortunately, he didn’t include a picture for proof, so I was really in the dark in that area. Dale, on the other hand was a bald, white muscle-head. He was 6’1″ tall and included a picture of a nice fat cock. It wasn’t the monster James was sporting, but it was definitely a show-stopper. He seemed intelligent from his emails, but didn’t possess the quick-witted charm that Charlie displayed.

The thought of this muscular gorilla pounding the shit out of my Claire was a huge turn on for me. But I also knew that for her, this would be a no-brainer. She would choose Charlie in a heartbeat. I tortured myself over this decision. In the end, my guilt got the best of me. Charlie was the winner.

By the time the big day arrived, Charlie and I had developed a great email rapport. I genuinely liked him and felt like we were friends. The plan was for Claire and me to go out to a nice dinner and return to the hotel room for some drinks. Once Claire was nicely buzzed (and thoroughly turned on) we would go down to the bar separately. I would sit off to the side and watch the action as my wife sat at the bar hoping for Mr. Tonight to approach.

Of course, she didn’t know I had stacked the deck and covered my bets. I had Charlie’s cell phone number so I could let him know our timeline and coach him if he got into trouble. I made it very clear that once he introduced himself to Claire, the rest was up to him. She had no interest in having sex with just anyone. It had to be someone she was attracted to and found interesting.

If he got rejected there was nothing I could do about it. Of course, I helped him out quite a bit. I told him what her interests were and what kinds of guys she liked. As I write this I realize just how underhanded the whole thing was.

Claire and I drove 45 minutes to another town where we checked into our hotel. We made up our minds this was going to be a great night whether we found a suitable man or not. We got dressed up for a nice dinner. Claire looked amazing. She had a new red dress on that fit her like a glove. The top wasn’t great for a downblouse shot, but it was short on the bottom.

Even though she was nervous about the decision, she decided not to wear panties. Anyone near her could get a great pussy shot when she sat down. She felt a bit exposed at first, but after two glasses of wine in our hotel room she loosened up.

Dinner was terrific. We had a male server, so Claire was able to tease him with a number of excellent pussy shots. His face turned red every time and we had some great laughs over it. Even though dinner got us turned on, she seemed to be much more nervous about this evening than she was the night she fucked the limo driver.

Probably because fucking the limo driver was a spontaneous action and this night the sex was planned. We went back to our hotel room to prepare for our hopeful evening of stranger-fucking. I suggested we sit down and have a drink to calm the nerves. “I have no idea why I am so nervous,” she confessed. “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

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