A Happy Hotwife Emerges

Stumbling and Tumbling into a Happy Hotwife Marriage

What follows is the story of how one marriage tumbled unexpectedly into a new relationship dynamic. Things were never the same after that surprising night. And so this story. Fact or fiction, I hope you are entertained.

I don't drink. My wife, though, loves to imbibe adult beverages. Consequently, I'm always the designated driver. This night was no exception. We were invited to a pool party (July in Dallas) about twenty miles away. A close friend of mine lived nearby and was also going. To save on gas, we offered to pick him up to ride with us. So far so good.

We spent several hours at the party and left around eleven. As usual, I climbed into the driver's seat. My wife, who was feeling no pain, glibly offered to get in back to keep our friend company on the long ride home. It was dark. I didn't look back much but they were laughing and joking. Mostly I kept my eyes on the road. About half way home it got quiet. At first I just thought everyone was tired, but when I glanced in the rear view mirror, I only saw my friend. Where the hell was my wife?

I twisted around and saw my wife's mouth slurping up and down on my friend's hard dick. Her bikini top was lying on the seat beside her. My friend was fondling one of her tits. He saw me looking and shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows raised, like it was as much a surprise to him as it was to me.

I said, "Lisa?" My wife stopped for a moment, looked up at me and said, "we'll talk when we get home," then went back to his cock like she was starving and this was her last meal. My friend shrugged again and continued to play with her tits. As surprising as the scene was, I had to turn back around. We were traveling down a highway. I wanted, no, needed to see what the hell was happening, but not bad enough to wreck the car at seventy miles an hour.

Almost in shock, I squeezed the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I wasn't sure how to handle this. What the fuck do I do? Yell? Stop the car? Throw up? Unsure, surprised and stunned into indecision, caught in the clutches of analysis paralysis, I kept driving. A couple of miles from his house, my friend started moaning. I knew he had already made it home, in a metaphorical sense.

No longer on the highway, and going much slower, I was able to glance back and forth between the road and the back seat. After my friend's moan, my wife rose up and wiped cum from around her mouth. She, still topless, smiled at me as she leaned against my friend, like this was the most normal thing in the world. As they relaxed in the afterglow together, she lovingly caressed his chest and he fondled her breasts for the last few minutes until we arrived.

As we pulled up to his house, my wife and my friend shared what I thought, incorrectly it turned out, was a final, long, juicy kiss. He took the opportunity to pinch her nipple and fondle her naked breasts one last time, as I watched. I saw all this clearly since we were stopped and I was staring straight at them.

He opened the door to leave, took a moment to wink at me, and stepped out. My wife snapped her bikini top on and followed him out of the car. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him one more scorching hot kiss goodnight, after which she opened the passenger door and scooted into the front seat with me. Almost like a zombie, I started driving and asked, "What the fuck, Lisa?"

She gave me a devilish little grin and explained. "Well, you know how we have talked about having a threesome sometime?"

"Yeah," I answered. "But the way I remember that conversation, we said if we both wanted to, in the right circumstances, with someone we agreed on, we might someday do something like that. I also remember we talked about the threesome being be with another girl."

"Well, baby" she said, smiling from ear to ear. "Someday turned out to be today and, surprise, the third turned out to be a guy." She laughed out loud. She saw my stunned expression and explained. "Oh, love, don't be angry. It started at the party. I rubbed up against a lot of guys in the pool. A couple of them copped a feel. By the time we left, I was super horny. The alcohol may have helped a teensy bit too." She laughed.

"Anyway, he's your friend so I knew if you ever shared me with a guy, it would be him. Sitting back there, beside him, the mood was right, the person was right, and I decided to go for it. I leaned in for a kiss. He pulled away at first, but pretty soon he kissed back. Things just, you know, went from there. Hope you aren't too upset." She giggled and traced her finger down my shoulder. I looked over and saw she couldn't wipe that stupid grin off her face. She was so damn happy.

I decided I could be furious, or, I could accept that my wife made an executive decision for the team. We had talked about something like this, in a general sort of way at least, so how mad could I really be? I never expected this exactly, but had hoped for something like this in our relationship. Feeling at a loss for what to say, I asked, "So, was it fun?" I knew as soon as I asked that it was a stupid question.

"Oh hell, yes," she answered, giggling like a school girl. The giggles stopped, started, and finally stopped again. Catching her breath, she asked, "Did you enjoy watching? I wanted you to enjoy it too."

"I couldn't really see anything. I was driving and you were in the back seat. I mostly just heard you sucking and him groaning."

She swiveled to look at me. "I know you saw I had my top off and he played with my boobs. And you watched us kiss goodbye, didn't you?" I nodded. Her grin returned. "Wow, that was fun. I loved letting him play with my boobs while you watched." She gazed up, lost in thought. Finally remembering that I existed, she continued. "Oh, love, sorry you didn't get to see all that much when I was sucking him. I really did kinda get carried away, didn't I?"

I nodded agreement. She frowned then suggested, "Next time we should plan it so that you get to see everything. (...next time???)

She hurriedly added. "We can invite him over for barbecue next weekend. You know he'll accept, after what happened tonight." She giggled, her smile again plastered across her face. "I can make out with both of you, then fuck him in our bed. You can lie beside us and watch right up close. You'll get to see everything. Or if you want, you guys can take turns with me. How about it? Please baby. Wouldn't that be fun?"

And that's how we started. Happy wife, happy life.

We did have that barbecue the next week. And, he did accept the invitation. But we also eventually had threesomes with women, several times. Ultimately, we both enjoyed threesomes with men more. My wife enjoyed other men so much, and I enjoyed her enjoying them, that she gradually moved on to even dating guys solo, essentially becoming a hotwife. She took to being a hotwife like a duck to water.

She loved her experiences but almost burst wanting someone to talk with about it. She delayed telling any of her girl friends, worried about what others would think, but eventually told her married best friend hoping she wouldn't lose her friendship. Instead of condemning, her friend was thrilled. "You don't judge me?" Lisa asked.

"Judge you. Hell, I want to be you," her friend said laughing. "But my husband would never go for anything like that. I'll just have to experience it vicariously through you."

Over time, her friend would go out with my wife on a 'girls night out' and serve as wing man, or wing woman in this case, to help my wife find a guy to hook up with. She found it fascinating that we did this as a team, no cheating or hiding anything. She loved to tease me, never failing to text me photos of Lisa making out with her dates, accompanied with silly messages like, "Don't wait up." Smiley face. Or, "I'll make sure she gets home on time...for work Monday." Smiley face.

If they weren't out hunting for guys at clubs, her friend would drop by to visit. She loved sitting with both of us, casually drinking coffee at the kitchen table, and asking my wife about her latest date. She would ask if they had sex, how good they were and stuff like that. She loved doing that with me sitting there, teasing me about it. She apologized to me once. She told me that I was such a nice guy, she almost felt bad encouraging and helping my wife date other guys, but, she said, winking at me,"how can I have different sexual experiences through Lisa if she only sleeps with you?" Makes sense, I guess. Over time, my wife treated her to lots of vicarious fun.

We lived in a large city (Dallas) and there were lots of clubs. Lisa liked to dance. I was not as keen on it, but did join her from time to time, usually with a group (including her best friend and partner in crime). It's way more fun in a group. We would switch dance partners and stuff, not in a sexual way, just to enjoy each other and have fun together. Normal vanilla friends stuff. We preferred country western clubs because the music was easy to dance to.

Sometimes the guys would sit and the ladies would dance together or even with a stranger or two. Dancing with strangers could get a little sexual. My wife would laugh on the ride home and tell me about the guy who rubbed her butt or grabbed a bit of tit when he spun her. But, still, not anything too wild when we were with our 'vanilla' friends, as most of our friends were.

But the vanilla dancing gave us an idea. We made up a game. We went to a club together, just me and my wife, no friends. We got a booth in the darkest corner. My wife ordered her drink and started to scope out the guys. She teased me a little, suggesting this one or that one would probably be good in bed or a great kisser or whatever she thought was fun to tease me about.

After perusing the possibilities and downing a few glasses of courage, my wife decided on her favorite. She pointed and said, "him". We had concocted a little story for her "target". I walked over to the guy. I told him it was my wife's birthday and she really loved to dance. I didn't want to disappoint her, so here we were, even though I had a really sore ankle.

I asked the guy if he would do me a favor and dance with my wife so she could have some fun on her birthday and not have to just sit in a booth with me the whole time. He seemed surprised, but said, "sure, I'll dance with her." He followed me back to the booth and very gentlemanly asked if she would like to dance. She had a twinkle in her eye when she smiled and accepted his hand. So far, the plan was working as we had hoped.

My wife and I liked the plan because I would be there, so I could watch. Fun for me. And she wouldn't have to sit alone at a bar stool and fend off guys she didn't like and hope someone she liked would ask her to dance. This way, she selected the guy she wanted and I got him for her. Win, win.

Anyway, they danced two or three songs and then came back to the booth, holding hands. She invited him to join us. I was sitting on the edge of the booth on my side so she scooted in and pulled him into the booth beside her, across from me. We talked, with her leaning into his shoulder, touching his arm and stuff, on their side of the booth.

After resting a couple of songs, they went back to the dance floor. I could see she was grinding on him and they danced their way to the far side of the room, away from me. I knew she guided him, or let him guide her, to a spot out of my sight in order to get more friendly without him being worried about me.

The next time they came to the booth, he didn't hesitate to slide in beside her. My wife snuggled tight against him. Gaining courage, he placed his arm over her shoulders with his hand dangling near her breast. He started to ask me a question but hesitated. My wife giggled, leaned even tighter against him, her hand on his chest, and said, "go ahead, ask him."

The guy mumbled, "Uh, your wife said as her birthday present, you gave her permission to do whatever she wants with other guys here at the club, like kissing or whatever. I don't want to get you angry or anything, so, is that true?"

I raised my eyebrows like I was embarrassed to answer, then explained, "I told her whatever she wants to do here, in the club, just tonight, for her birthday, is okay. It's kind of a limited hall pass birthday present. She can't leave the club with anybody, but inside here, anything she wants to do that doesn't get us thrown out is okay."

My wife leaned into the guy, pulled his head toward her and whispered, "Like this." She started to make out with him. She was three feet away from me, her luscious lips smashed against his, their tongues playing together. She slid her hand down his chest until it disappeared under the table. I knew she was grabbing his cock over his pants.

That went on several seconds but he still seemed reluctant. I guess he was unconvinced how far he could go with her husband sitting across the table. Sensing his hesitation, she pulled her lips away from his and turned toward me. "Look, babe," she quipped at me. She grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on her breast. She giggled, looked into the eyes of her new friend and said, "see, it's okay," then went back to making out. That convinced him.

The rest of the night she alternated between dirty dancing and making out with her new friend in our booth. Late in the evening, I went to the restroom. It was pretty dark in the corner where our booth was, but when I was coming back and got close, I could see under the table that she had her hand inside his pants, rubbing his cock. He had his fingers slipped up her dress fingering her. I sat down across from them in the booth. They ignored me entirely. Lisa moaned a few times through kisses.

Our waitress came by and saw what was happening. Trying to be discreet, our waitress leaned over and whispered for them to tone it down or we would be thrown out. She was right over us as she spoke. I saw her glance at my wedding ring, then at my wife's matching rings. The waitress looked back at me and smirked, shook her head knowingly, then walked away. She knew the woman getting fingered by that guy was my wife.

After the warning from the waitress, my wife separated from her new boyfriend and laughed. I don't remember the exact words but she said something like, "Well, I guess I've gotten everything I possibly can out of my birthday hall pass." We left shortly after that.

The sex when we got home was fantastic. She was on fire. I was too. I kept thinking about her moaning from his fingers in her pussy. That was crazy hot. She told me his penis was rock hard and that she rubbed the precum and then sucked her fingers, looking across the table at me as she slid her precum covered fingers in her mouth. We both thought it was crazy hot for her to do that right in front of me in a public place. I told her about the smirk I got from waitress. We both laughed about the waitress realizing the lady making out and playing with that guy's cock, even getting fingered right in front of me, was my wife.

And yes, my wife did get his number. But that's another story. One to share in intimate detail on a Saturday morning with my wife's married best friend over coffee, while they both tease me about it.