It was late June, nine years ago, as I stood in the doorway to George's apartment. George was my wife's Black, retired bodybuilder, and lover, and he had just scooped her up in his arms to head back to his bedroom. Anne, my wife, laughed and motioned for me to return with them as George put her down in front of the bedroom door. I closed his front door and then hustled down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, I could see th...

When my wife departed from our evening of debauchery at Alex's house, my wife, Anne, had joked about getting together with Alex again in a few days, targeting the ensuing Thursday night. After returning home, my wife and I spent the remainder of the weekend preparing for a summer of camps for our boys, along with finalizing arrangements for our summer vacation in a couple of months. When Thursday rolled around, it felt li...

As I sat downstairs contemplating Anne's new relationships, along with our acknowledgment that our little game would have to end soon, I realized how lucky we had been. Then, we had a marriage rich with companionship and love, and two wonderful boys who were an unending source of laughter and adventure. Anne was always great at compartmentalizing, balancing her love and devotion to our evolving family, with her strong des...

As we transitioned into the Spring of 2015, my wife, Anne, had moved into a fairly regular rhythm with respect to her fuck sessions with George, her large African American, body builder ad trainer, turned lover. To say that I got off on this, and enjoyed reclaiming her pussy after those sessions, would be a major understatement. Still, while the sloppy seconds were hot, we had not yet managed to transition into an actual...

As I watched my wife, Anne, and George drive away, I was experiencing mixed feelings of extreme arousal and jealousy. It aroused me to imagine my wife taking George's thick, black cock into her well-used but still tight little pussy. At the same time, I was a little jealous out of concern that George might woo my wife away from me. That had not happened with any of her other lovers, and I had to remind myself that my wife...

With my wife and I now swinging back into the hotwife lifestyle, it seemed appropriate that we were also entering the holiday season. Almost as if on cue, we had received a New Year's Eve party invitation from Greg and his wife, Maureen. It was a last-minute invite, and it was really just for my wife and kids, and Maureen and their kids. The general theme was that our kids could get together and hang out and sleepover, wh...

Following the events that preceded JT's move to another state, my wife and I went through a somewhat quiet period in terms of the hotwife lifestyle. Part of this was due to the Christmas and New Year's holidays and everything that went along with that, and part was due to it being a busy time for the kids as well. It was during this time that I had tried to get my wife interested in George, who was now managing the gym he...

As we entered the cooler month of December, roughly eight years ago, my wife and I anticipated our upcoming threesome with my ex-brother-in-law, and her new friend with benefits, JT. We had made plans for her parents to have the kids overnight, and everything seemed to be in motion. However, at the last minute, there was a slight change of plans. JT had expressed a concern to my wife that he may not be able to perform in...

After that first, hot, bareback "date" with my brother-in-law JT, I knew there would be many more. I also knew that, per my wife's "punishment" arrangement, I now had ample opportunity to dream up additional debauched scenarios. During this time, I was practicing a crude form of semen retention, wherein I would masturbate to the point of almost orgasm, but then hold back. This was in part because I was so turned on by the...

Now that my wife had entered the punishment phase of her adulterous behavior, we both knew that much fun awaited. In reality, it wasn’t so much punishment for her fling with JT, but more a series of increasingly debauched challenges for her to carry out, as part of our overall hotwife fantasy lifestyle. After reaching out to JT, my wife came back downstairs with a surprisingly disappointed look on her face. It was early e...

As mentioned in our previous chapter, during the late summer, seven years ago, our hotwifing temporarily came to an end. However, our sex life certainly didn't trail off because we were temporarily without a regular hotwife partner. We had mostly returned to normal marriage - I say mostly because we did have one interesting encounter, about two weeks after my wife's last fling with Chad. And that encounter was fairly diff...

We woke up to use the bathroom a few times during the night, but neither one of us ever really cleaned up. When we finally woke up for good, around six in the morning, we found that my wife had only Chad's t-shirt from the night before to wear home, as the too-tight dress had ripped, and Chad had accidentally left with the other clothes he had brought. This was going to be amusing, but I thought that if we left early enou...

My wife's name is Anne, one of the things I haven't yet mentioned in this series. There is no reason I never included it up until this point, but as I recapped the events with Jorge, I realized I hadn't mentioned that earlier, which would make the remaining chapters in our saga a little more difficult to document. So now that that’s out of the way, let me get back to describing our brief transition into actual wife-watchi...

After my wife's latest weekend tryst, we were both still on a bit of a sexually induced high and were looking forward to me finally getting my chance to reclaim her, as she was no longer sore. But now the thought that she might be pregnant, with either Chad or Pete's baby, sent us both on a very quick ride back to reality. We had both already agreed that if that was indeed the case, we would absolutely keep the baby, but...

After my wife's sexy pics of her recently inseminated vagina had done their thing Saturday night to get me hot, I had fallen asleep, drunk on Scotch whisky, and on a difficult to describe sexual high of anticipation. I awoke Sunday morning, and after getting my boys settled in for their day, began to daydream about what kinds of stories, and possible other souvenirs, my wife might be bringing home for me. I fantasized abo...