My wife and I have been married for 7 years. For the last 3 she has been a Hotwife. What started out as a friendship turned into more and neither of us has ever regretted a moment. I have never been too keen on going to the movies and my wife love to. She was always go alone, but didn't really like it. She mentioned this situation one night at a party and a guy there who was relatively new to our group told her that he loves movies and if she ever wanted company to let her know. We talked about it and decided that the guy seemed nice and didn't think he was sincere. About a week later, she called him and made arrangements to go see a movie. When she left the house, I was, needless to say, a bit nervous. After all, my wife had just left to go meet another man, even if it was just for a movie. When she got home, she told me that she had fun and that Rick had been nothing but a gentleman. She said they planned on going next week again. I was relieved but still a little unsure.

The next week rolled around followed by several more with the same results. Both of us started to feel like she was going out with a girlfriend to a show instead of a guy. This went on for about 3 months when one night, she was late getting home. When she did arrive home, she said they had stopped off for a couple drinks. I didn't really like the idea, but she acted so nonchalant about it, I decided to keep my opinion to myself. With the following weeks, they continued to stop for a couple drinks after the movies. I had even got to the point of kidding her about her upcoming "dates". She would always laugh and roll her eyes at me.

One night, she was exceptionally late and I was in the sun room watching TV when she came in. She had a very strange look on her face when she walked in. I asked if she had fun and she just turned and walked away. I followed her to the bedroom and asked her what was wrong. Her reply was the last thing I expected. She started to tear up and told me that after the movie, they decided that instead of stopping for a drink, they would put he top down on Rick's car and go "road sodaing" since it was such a warm night. They stopped and grabbed a 12 pack and headed out in the country. After a few beers, she told Rick she needed to pee and he pulled off into some trees and she went into the trees. When she got back, he was standing outside the car with his beer. She grabbed her's and they sat on the hood and looked at the stars and talked. She said he suddenly leaned over and put arms around her and kissed her. I asked her what happened then and she turned away from me and softly said, "I kissed him back". She said they made out for a long time and he even managed to get his hand under her t-shirt and caress her breasts. She said that when his hands when down for her shorts, she pulled away and old him she needed to go home. She said the drive home was very quiet. My stomach had pulled itself into a tight knot and I didn't know what to say. I finally built up the courage to ask the question I really didn't want to ask nor wanted to know. "Did you fuck him?" She said that she did not and walked into the living room. I followed her and sat down next to her on the couch. "Did you want to?" She turned and looked at me still crying and said, "More than anything else in the world. I wanted him so bad and still do". For the next couple weeks, she was very quiet and seemed depressed. Rick would call and leave messages on the machine about a movie, but she never returned her call. I saw her becoming more depressed and finally sat her down and asked her if she still felt the same way about Rick, meaning she wanted to fuck him. She told me that she did. She said she didn't love me any less, but her desire to have sex with him was overwhelming. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and couldn't believe what came from my mouth next. "Then you should go ahead and do it". I couldn't believe I had just told me wife to go have sex with another guy. She didn't say another word about it for the next few days. Carol sat down next to me one day and asked me if I would be upset of she did, have sex with Rick she meant. I told her that I would be upset but not mad if that was what she meant. She asked me why and I told her I loved her very much and hated to see her so unhappy. If that was what would make her feel better, then I thought we were both strong enough to get through it. I asked her if she loved him and she said that she did not. She got up and walked into the other room. She returned shortly and said she had talked to Rick and they were going to the movies that night.

When Carol left that night, she was nervous, but not as much as I. I asked her if tonight was going to be the night and she said she did not know. She hadn't told Rick anything about her feelings and would just let "whatever happens, happen". After she was gone, that sick feeling in the stomach started back in again. I started having all sorts of weird feelings. I realized, I was indeed mad at Carol, but also, I had given her permission to do this. I was happy that she was going to do what she wanted to do. In a strange way, I was also proud that another man wanted my wife...the woman who loves me and who I love. The woman who is coming home to me...I tried to keep myself occupied for the remainder of the night, but found it very hard to.

When Carol returned home, it was very late. Much later than she had ever been before. She had a look on her face that pretty much told me everything, but I had to know for sure. "Did you?" She walked past me and went into the bedroom and I followed her. She told me that they had seen the show and grabbed some beer for another road trip. She said that they drove around or a while and he pulled into a secluded spot and told her he wanted to "talk about what happened the last time". She said he went off into the trees to pee and while he was gone, she stripped off her shorts and t-shirt and was setting on the trunk of his car, naked drinking a beer. "You still want to talk?" She said that the look on his face was priceless. As she continued, she looked at me and asked me if I was sure I wanted to hear this. I told her I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I knew I had to and told her to go on. She said that he was out of his clothes in a matter of seconds. She said that there was very little foreplay, but that didn't matter to her because she had been ready all night. She told me that he penetrated her in one thrust all the way to the hilt. That sort of surprised me because Carol has a very tight pussy and it is usually a slow process. I asked her if he was that small and she said, "No, I was that turned on." She went on to describe how he would vary his thrusts from hard and fast to slow and tender. She described that whole thing as "seeming endless", but figured it was at least 30 minutes or longer. When he came inside her she said she could feel every pulse of his dick as it pumped into her. By this time, I didn't know if I could have heard another detail. Carol sensed this and told me that they then got dressed and he dropped her off at her car. I sort of felt that there was more, but did not push the issue. I asked her if she planned on doing this again and she just smiled and said, "Movies again next Thursday".

Since then, movie night turned in sex night. She would leave and go to Rick's house for an evening of getting fucked in every way imaginable. As time went on, I started to find myself looking forward to her coming home and giving me the details of her evening. On those nights, I was more turned on than I had been in years. I would also ask her if it was possible I could be involved or just set and watch and she also said no. "Rick has no idea that you know what is going on. I don't want to do anything to scare him off. I had to be content with staying home and waiting for my hotwife to return home.

Eventually, Carol found she grew tired of Rick and broke off their "affair", telling him she thought I was getting suspicious. It didn't take her long to find another guy to hook up with to help keep her satisfied. I started to notice that as time went on, she was becoming more dominant with me and I was becoming more submissive. At first, it was just subtle things like asking for things to be done while she was gone. Now, when she leaves for her night out, she leaves a list of instructions that "had better be done when I get home". On one occasion, I has really made her mad. I was tied to the bed spread eagle and blindfolded. I stayed that way about 2 hours when she walked into the bedroom and shoved her pussy into my face. As I started licking, I could tell that there was a strange texture and taste. It suddenly struck me that cum was oozing from her pussy and I could not get away from it. "How do you like the taste of another guy's cum? I called Tony and told him you were gone and to come over. He just banged me in the living room and now his hot cum is sliding down your throat. It's just like you gave him a blowjob." She laughed and said, "If you ever piss me off this bad again, next time, you get it straight from the cock." Carol knew I had a negative feeling about homosexual sex and was using it to her advantage. As I look at our relationship now, I realize that we are far from being the normal couple we once were. She gets fucked three to four times a week and I have not been in months. Being only 27 years old, we both wonder if this is the type of relationship we want to have for the next 50 years. We both agree.......YES it is.....I can't imagine how it would be to go back to that boring lifestyle.