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Anne and I have been been married ten years next month. Like many marriages ours has hit some rough spots along the way. About four years ago our journey was dealt a severe blow involving deception and lies. It all started when I came home early, with plans to surprise her with a early anniversary dinner and romantic evening. I could hear the bath running and decided to share my plans when she got out of the tub. I grabbed a beer and noticed Anne’s laptop open on the dining table. I took a peek. I had never done that before because I consider it a invasion of privacy, but in retrospect I’m glad I did. It was logged on to a popular dating site. I thought at first it was just a spam page and thought nothing of it. Then I heard a ding. Someone was sending an instant text. It said, “Hi, gorgeous, wanna cyber tonight?” I couldn’t resist myself. I typed, “Sure, what do you have in mind?” “Just the usual. I wanna see dem tits. I’m hard as steel.” I typed, “Show me big boy.” Almost instantly this window opened up showing this guy stroking a formidable erection. He said, “Let me see you baby.” I clicked on the camera of me glaring at him. The window instantly disappeared. Fucking asshole, I thought. Then I clicked on her profile and it was filled with photos that would make a porn star blush. She had posted intimate pictures of us we had taken for our private pleasure. It mattered not that the faces were blocked out. Her stunning body was displayed for all to see and so was mine. A million thoughts flooded my mind. Was she unhappy with me? Has she been seeing other men? How long has this been going on? Does she want a divorce? Then, she walked out of the bath nude, probably ready for her cyber date. She saw me at the computer and froze with a look of horror on her face. I shut the laptop and said, “We need to talk.” -oOo- After many tears and long discussions, I was discovering my wife for the first time. I found out how little I knew my wife. We started seeing a lifestyle therapist that had us talk openly with each other and that included listening. As our communication improved so did other aspects of our relationship, including our sex life. One thing that truly stood out was the obvious fact she had a sex drive far çankaya escort greater than mine. The therapist suggested exploring different things and gave us some videos to watch of alternate life styles and ways to incorporate fantasies into our love-making.  When we would read erotica, we discovered we shared a common theme. It was that of a Hot-wife. I shared I liked the role of a guy that watched his wife with other men. She confessed she fantasied about being that wife. After incorporating that fantasy into our pillow talk we had some really hot moments. It was great for me but she honestly revealed it wasn’t enough for her. She said she had found herself flirting more and dressing more provocative. She welcomed the attention. Anne was shocked when I revealed I loved men admiring her too. I encouraged her rather than dissuaded her. At thirty four Anne is still a head turner. I began to suggest she dress provocatively. It’s always hot watching her big breasts bounce around as she walks through the mall or bends over at the grocery store flashing some unsuspecting shopper. She’s short at five two, so she wears heels often and that makes her lithe stature even more attractive. Our game playing became a regular part of our life. We were always thinking up new adventures. I will never forget the time she opened the door for the pizza guy in her bath towel and let it drop while signing for the delivery. I thought he’d have a heart attack. Anne was standing there nude in front of this poor delivery boy acting like she was trying to cover herself, unsuccessfully. His eyes were as big as a medium pepperoni. This was a great distraction to hide the elephant in the room. No matter what, it still kept coming back to the wife sharing desire we both had. -oOo- One night while we were both in bed reading I said to her, “Anne, I was reading that the fastest growing life-style is the hot-wife or cuckold one. The testimonials are quite interesting and seem to mirror ours.” “Hun, I don’t think you could handle seeing me with another man.” “Are you kidding? I can’t think of anything hotter than watching a guy pound you with his big dick.” “Is that so?” She replied, keçiören escort skeptically. “Feel me.” I placed her hand on my stiffy. “Okay, suppose I agree to this. How do you plan to have this take place? It can’t be at the house. We have kids.” “So you’re saying, yes?” “I’m saying… I’ll think about it.” This became a regular topic and our conversation and it went from what if to when, where and how. Even though Anne promised she’d never go on social media, we started checking out several web sites. She settled on the most popular one thinking it would give her the greatest exposure. I created a profile with a phony name and posted several nudes of her with face blocked. The profile explained we were a couple looking for a stud and spelled out the qualifications. She highlighted the big cock requirement and we insisted on pictures. The response was overwhelming. The next day there were literately dozens of replies and in a week hundreds. I never knew there would be that many guys willing to send pictures of their big dicks. The choice was hers. After spending several more days reading the replies, she narrowed it down to several potentials. Then she started chatting and exchanging emails. After Skyping with several, Anne still could not settle on any of them. Then after a couple more months of searching, she decided to take a chance just pick up a guy in a lounge. We dropped the whole internet thing. We made meticulous plans and picked a date. I took her shopping for just the right outfit. At first she was conservative, but as she tried more and more on, she became bolder. Finally she settled on a number that would melt any man. It was short, cut low in the front and backless. It looked as if she might fall out of it. I particularly liked the side boob exposure. When she stepped out of the dressing booth she asked, “Well… What do you think?” I wolf whistled her, but an old lady shopper stopped and said, “If you don’t mind me saying dear, it makes you look like a whore!” I turned to the clerk and said, “Perfect! We’ll take it!” The shopper stomped off. Part of our plan was that we would ask her mom to watch the twins while we played out this erotic etimesgut escort tale. Anne said that stalking the prey was half the adventure. She made it clear to me she wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a good hard fucking. It also meant that she would have greater control. If the chemistry wasn’t right there was no obligation. As the day finally arrived she was really excited to start her new adventure. I was equally nervous. Together we picked out her entire wardrobe. It was as if we were preparing her for the prom, not a royal fucking. She showered and I assisted her by trimming her mound, not wanting it shaved but cut close. Anne always said that bald pussies looked like little girls and she was a woman. She put on her garter belt and black nylons and then slid on the sexy purple low cut cocktail dress we purchased just for this occasion. She had her hair done that morning and it looked perfect. I helped brush it out for her, watching it cascade down over her shoulders and flow between her lovely breasts. After looking in the full length mirror and approving of herself, she removed her panties and handed them to me, asking me to put them in my pocket. She wouldn’t need them till later on the way home. Her mom showed up on time but before we left she pulled me aside commenting on Anne’s attire. “How can you let her dress like that? She looks like a hussy.” “We are going to a club, Mom. That’s how they dress. Don’t worry she’s in good hands.” Even if those hands aren’t mine, I thought to myself. We kissed the kids and told them to mind grandma. On the way to the car Anne asked, “Alan, what did my mom say?” “She said you were dressed like a hussy.” “Perfect!” She replied, giving me the thumbs up with a giggle. -oOo- As planned, we showed up at the hotel we picked a county away. Anne looked hot as she strode into the hotel with that fuck me sway of her hips. I went to the desk and got the room with two key cards, while she stood in the lobby waiting. I noticed several men staring at her lustfully. We walked into the lounge and checked it out. It was pretty dead because it was still early. There were two couples at tables and a single guy sitting at the bar watching a hockey game nursing a beer. I picked a table across from the bar, to watch. Anne took a seat a stool away from the guy that was nursing a drink and watching the television above the bar. Nothing was said for awhile but I noticed he was giving glances at my wife as she seductively put on some lip gloss? She was so hot in her new dress as she sat there with her legs crossed.

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