Christmas was upon us, then it wasn't.

With all the family here for Christmas our house was full of joy as we enjoyed the quality time that the season provides, but sadly it ended all too soon. With New Year less than a week away, which was also Greg's birthday, a plan had been formulated in my wicked mind.

We always spend New Year's Eve treating ourselves to a night out, where we would enjoy a romantic evening without the constraints of worrying about getting home after a few drinks. This year we booked a suite at the Novotel for three nights.

We had dropped the kids at the airport in the morning and that afternoon we treated ourselves to the spa with a glass of wine, and reflection on the last ten days, which ended with a passionate love-making session.

As we lay there basking in our afterglow, my phone lit up with a text from Brad. We had texted a few times over the festive season, actually 'sexting' would be a more honest description, when the kids weren't around.

I didn't look at his text straight away, preferring to remain wrapped in the serenity of Greg's arms, his soft tender kisses keeping me in my happy place for many long minutes as our breathing returned to normal.

I started running my fingernails over Greg's torso, feeling goosebumps rise from his thighs as I slowly made my way up his body to his nipple, which I started slowly flicking. I had his attention now.

"I've been thinking of what to get my man for his birthday," I whispered.

"Something that would be very special and oh-so personal," I said, with added sensuality.

A smile came to his face, "How personal?"

"You bugger," I quipped, as I playfully punched him.

"How long have you been thinking about it?"

"Ever since we booked the room." he laughed.

"You didn't think of telling me?" I countered.

He laughed and said. "It was you who told me who, when, and how, I recall, so far be it for me to bring it up."

"So you would be happy to give up one night of our romantic little getaway so I can spend it with him? I asked.

" For the greater cause, oh yes!!!" he replied, with a cheeky smile.

"Are you very sure?"

In response, he took my hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock. "Does that answer your question?" Then he rolled over on top of me and kissed me with renewed hunger. Then we were off to the races, culminating in us orgasming together.

Later that evening, with Greg lapping at my over-heated pussy, I rang Brad and told him of my plans for New Year's Eve, it quickly turned into a phone sex session with mental images of what we would do to each other, listening to him cum over the phone while I was climaxing on Greg's tongue, the 'piece de resistance'.

A few little white lies about why Greg wasn't there and that he would be arriving on an early morning flight, all part of it, for the 'greater cause'.

We booked into the Novotel at Two p.m. on Sunday, the suite had a separate lounge area and the bedroom had a huge king-sized bed with a view overlooking the bay across the road, the decor was modern clean lines chic, and simply perfect for our little getaway.

I'd asked Brad to meet me in the bar at Eight p.m., so we had plenty of time to relax before I needed to get ready. The nervous excitement was getting to us both as we both knew that this was the night that our monogamous life together would cease to exist and a far different world lay ahead of us. Even if this is a one-off fling, it will always be a part of us in the future.

I already knew it would be amazing for me, Brad was a perfect choice. Since the night of the Christmas party, my desire for him physically had gone from a 'want' to a 'need' and there was no turning back, not only from a purely sexual aspect but also my exhibitionist side. Which, he had brought out of me so easily.

The tortured mind I had when I returned home to Greg, on the Christmas party night, was long gone, replaced by new confidence in myself but also in the strong foundation and deep love we had for each other.

We were sitting on the balcony overlooking the pool in golden silence, both lost in our thoughts when I noticed a bench across the road facing the bay area. A smile spread on my face and an excited twinge flushed through my body.

I casually voiced the thought that ran through my mind. "I wonder if someone sitting on that bench, would be able to see up into any of these rooms at night?"

With that I rose and went inside, leaving Greg to ponder, I knew his head would be processing the seed I'd planted.

It was after five when I ran a bath. Greg brought me a glass of champagne and sat on the edge of the spa tub.

I could sense he wanted to say something, but very unlike him, he seemed shy and vulnerable in his body language. It dawned on me that he had angst for what lay ahead.

Why did seeing him like this turn me on so much?

I reached up to stroke his face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the slightest, I want this for you," he replied.

"I'm just struggling to control my angst, the image of you leaving the bar to go up to this room, knowing, but not knowing what you two will be doing, keeps crashing through my brain. Then the waiting, for I don't know how long, for your text." he continued.

"It's insane that we're finally here and in all honesty, my lack of control over how this plays out has taken me way outside my comfort zone. We've talked about the mental aspect but this is way beyond how I envisioned it. But to be very clear I'm loving every moment." He finished.

"We've come so far and all along you've always told me that you wanted me to express my raw sexuality," I replied.

"Don't forget it's always been about us and it's been an amazing ride. Tonight is the last step or maybe the first step. I don't know, but one thing for sure is that I need this to happen. I know it sounds selfish but I'm not going to apologize for that," I continued.

"To be honest, the fact that you're feeling the angst and jealousy makes it even hotter for me," I added.

"Now help your wife look her best for her lover, just like we have fantasized," I said teasingly.

Greg helped me bathe and ensured I had no stray hairs where it mattered. Then he massaged 'rose-hip-oil' onto my body until my skin had a silky, sexy, sheen.

While I sat in front of the mirror applying my make-up, I had Greg find my newly purchased lingerie, in the bottom of my case.

He carefully laid the two pieces on the bed, while I watched him via the mirror. I saw his face flush. The fact that Greg has a fetish for satin lingerie was the determining factor of my naughty purchase.

"Yes, they are new. Special just for Brad seeing as he will be taking my virginity tonight, I thought he deserved a sexy treat." I giggled.

Then I turned and gave him my manicure scissors, "Be a dear and cut the tags off the bra and panties for me, you know how I hate those things spoiling the look."

With my make-up finished, hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and jewelry on, I slipped into my glossy black four-inch heels. I had Greg pour me another glass of champagne, then, as he went and had a shower I walked out on the balcony in all my naked glory. I felt so alive, so damn sexy as I leaned against the railing. The late afternoon sun on my naked oiled body was simply divine as I sipped my champagne.

I owned my sexuality at that moment and a shiver went through my body at the thought that others might see my brazen actions. My nipples pinged as I turned and took in the view. Down below people were walking along the waterfront, going about their daily activities. I secretly hoped they would look up, but sadly they didn't. Maybe they will later on.

"FUCK!!! Baby," I heard Greg gasp. Instead of acknowledging him, I casually leaned forward over the handrail, spread my legs apart, and rolled my hips. I turned my head towards him and nearly giggled at the surprised expression on his face. I winked at him. His mind registered the meaning instantly.

For the next hour or so I was in my element, Greg had dressed me. The faux leather dress, I bought especially for this night, was perfect. The full-length zipper, down the front, gave me a mistress vamp vibe. The fact that it gave Greg a hard-on was not missed by me and, internally, I somehow knew it would have the same effect on Brad.

At eight o'clock, I got a text, "Just walking into the bar." The time had come.

I closed the distance between myself and Greg, I clinked my glass with his.

"To new experiences." I toasted while looking into his eyes.

"To my soon-to-be hotwife," he replied, the heat in that moment was pure fire.

I reached between us and raked his rock-hard cock with my fingernails.

"Mmm... I see your angst hasn't stopped you from being excited," I purred.

He visibly shivered in front of me.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I'm already dewy for Brad." Then I gave him a peck on the lips.

Before I opened the door, I turned back to Greg and pulled the zipper of my dress down until my cleavage bulged out loud and proud.

"You look incredibly hot," Greg stammered.

"I love you, my beautiful man. See you in the bar," I said, then turned and walked out the door.

I could hear the piano playing as I entered the bar, I spotted Brad sitting on a bar stool at the far end. He stood immediately as he saw me.

As his eyes took me in, they opened wide, and his lips formed into an 'OH WOW' motion. I was oblivious to any other patrons, my focus was purely on him as I sashayed through the crowd to my soon-to-be lover. My lips broke into a smile as I took in all of him, he looked hot with a capital 'H'. He had a style about him that I found so appealing.

I turned my cheek for him to kiss, and then we settled onto the bar stools, my hand automatically resting comfortably high on his thigh. He ordered us both a 'Tequila Sunrise'.

The conversation flowed easily as we caught up on how our Christmases went and what we had been doing since we last saw each other. While Brad was ordering our second drink, I looked around for Greg, he was at the other end of the bar. I blew him a kiss. Then gave him a sexy wink, before turning my attention back to my young man.

The way Brad was devouring me with his eyes, had me flushing and stammering my words. The heat radiating from his fingers whenever he touched my leg or arm sent shivers through me. I was in a heightened state of arousal and could almost taste the testosterone oozing out of his pores. My carnal need had my pussy fluttering.

When he did that thing of his, where he cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me but instead, at the last second, pushed his thumb in my mouth, my pussy went liquid.

'GUSH'

Halfway through our second 'Sunrise' I leaned and whispered in his ear, "After this drink, I'm going to take you upstairs so you can fuck me silly." I owned my newfound brashness, all part of who I was now.

"Mmm.... The way you've dressed tonight demands nothing less," he said. His voice was full of self-assured promise.

My fingernails scraped discretely over his cock. I felt his pulse as we looked deeply into each other's eyes, the fire was raging.

"If you keep that up I won't be able to walk without being embarrassed," he quipped.

"I'm sure you'll be able to deal with that," I giggled, holding his eyes as I sucked on my straw like a mini cock.

As I finished my drink, I stood, grabbed my clutch, and said, "Shall we?'

Not waiting for his reply, I turned and walked away. I could see Greg at the end of the bar, and as I got close, I mouthed, "I love you." His eyes were so intense and full of so many emotions. Then I passed him, Brad had caught up and I slipped my arm through his and pulled him in close as we reached the elevator. While we waited for the doors to open, I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. In a nanosecond, it escalated to a full-on, passionate make-out session that lasted until the chime of the door opening made us pull apart.

I stepped in and pushed the button to our floor, I turned to Brad and leaned back until my shoulders hit the wall. He took in my provocative pose and, without missing a beat, undid my belt and then pulled my zipper down until my dress was completely open. His eyes took in my lingerie-covered form, my nipples throbbed as his hot 'bad-boy-fuck-face' scanned down my curves.

The walk to our room was exhilarating for me, anybody coming down the hallway would see this mature lingerie-clad lady in all her sexual glory with a hot young man in tow. I was buzzing.

Once in the room I faced Brad, let my dress slip off my shoulders, then threw it on the lounge.

"There's a bottle of 'Brut' in the fridge, then come and join me." I purred, then turned and sashayed into the bedroom.

By the time I heard the pop of the champagne cork, I was completely naked sitting in the middle of the bed, leaning against the headboard with my arms out-stretched to the sides, one leg crossed over the other covering my soaked pussy.

"WOW, look at you all sexy and hot," he said, with a huge smile on his face as he entered the room.

He came over and handed me my glass.

"I want to watch you undress for me," I said, with a growl.

Not missing a beat, he moved to the end of the bed and started undoing his shirt.

"Take your time, lover, I want to enjoy every second of this." I purred while sipping on my 'Champers'.

I'd seen all of him in close quarters but to take his whole form in as he slowly revealed himself to me one button at a time was so erotic. I couldn't help but tweak my nipple as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, sexy wouldn't come close to describing what was unfolding in front of me, His torso was waxed smooth, which only highlighted his biceps, pecs, and abs in all their glorious form.

By the time he had his pants off, I was squeezing my thighs together in anticipation of what was about to come. His strong thighs finished the athletic look perfectly, and the bulge in his tiny tight shorts showed me he was enjoying this as much as I was. His cock lay on his right side, pointing to his hip. Fuck, he was an 'Adonis' to me at that moment.

His 'fuck-face' staring at me sent another tingle rushing through my body. He then pulled the elastic of his shorts away from his body and that beautiful cock was instantly facing toward his navel. I couldn't help the groan that escaped my lips and my thighs somehow automatically went into the missionary position and I'm sure my pussy smiled at him.

He now had a huge wicked smile on his face as he slowly revealed every delicious inch of himself to me. I held my breath and only exhaled when his plump full balls dropped into my gaze. My pussy wept in anticipation of what it was about to receive.

The air was so thick with testosterone and pheromones, and the heat was suddenly intense. But yet we didn't rush, both of us lavishing in the eroticism of what was transpiring. This was the foreplay.

My newfound sexuality let me compare without guilt, Brad was easily more than an inch longer than Greg, but it was the thickness that had me salivating, it had already stretched my mouth, and the mere thought of how my pussy would respond had me turned on since the Christmas party. Something I had shared with Greg in our pillow-talk sessions, turning us both on immensely.

Seeing him now standing at the end of the bed looking so buff and virile, and with his cock at a sixty-degree angle with a thick vein running up its full length, had my pussy doing cartwheels.
I slid down until I laid flat on my back, then lifted myself onto my elbows. My eyes flicked between his face and his cock, beckoning him to come closer. When he knelt on the end of the bed my hips splayed wider and he slowly moved between them. The tension went up another notch.

He grabbed hold of his cock and gently tapped on my pubic bone a couple of times, and as my hips rose to meet the taps, he used that to his advantage and slid the length of his cock through my folds, teasing even more juices from within me, making his cock so slick. I couldn't take much more.

He moved his cock until it was lined up perfectly at my entrance. Without taking my eyes off our union I hissed "Pleeeease!!!" then watched as my pussy opened like a flower as he ever so slowly pushed inside, first his head then his shaft. The feeling of being stretched was something I had never experienced before, then, to watch it at the same time was so intense that I dropped my head back and screamed, "FUUUUCK." He pulled back, and my head rose to look again, this time I watched him slip in until it hit spots I never knew I had.

I was losing focus as the sensations took over.

"So wet, so hot, so tight, fuck Julie, fucking incredible," he hissed.

I couldn't respond verbally, but my body sure was. My hips rolled and twisted as my orgasm started from somewhere deep inside, I was screaming as he slid his full length in and then out at a perfect pace, then, when he lent forward and his teeth latched onto my throbbing nipple, I completely lost it, I grabbed his buttocks, pulled him in all the way and then smashed my pussy into his pubic bone in a long rolling orgasm. I let go and he pistoned into me until I felt him swell even more and the heat of his cum scalded my insides.

My arms and legs stayed wrapped around him as we came down from our high, his face in my neck as we slowly caught our breath. He finally lifted himself and kissed me, his lips so soft as they sort out mine.

Finally rolling apart, we both stared at the ceiling.

"Never, ever have I felt...." he stammered.

"Me either," I responded, still in a daze.

"I think that calls for a celebration," he said with a huge smile.

I watched his tight buttocks move in perfect sync as he went to get the bottle of champagne from the fridge.

As I felt Brad's cum slowly seep out of me, my thoughts turned to Greg. "If only he could see me now." I knew he would be beside himself with excitement and lust.

I'd finally done it; I was a real hotwife, and I felt incredible.

Even as I wished Greg was here to witness what had just happened, I was glad too that he wasn't, because I wasn't finished, not by a long shot. And for the first time, since Greg and I started this journey together, I felt no guilt at all.

As Brad walked back into the room, I watched as his cock swung from side to side. It wasn't fully soft and still shiny and wet from our juices.

Whoever said women don't have dirty lewd thoughts like men do was wrong. My mind was filled with pure carnal filth at that moment.

I retrieved my glass from the bed, which Brad filled.

"I knew you would be amazing," I said while raising my glass towards him.

"You are more than incredible, way more," he replied.

I took his glass from him and placed it on the bedside drawer with mine, then pulled him into a passionate kiss and rolled him down onto the bed. Everything escalated quickly. I licked and sucked our juices off his cock, as it expanded almost instantly to its full capacity, his moans music to my ears as I mewed my pleasure.

There never was and never will be a greater compliment than feeling a cock grow in your mouth. For me anyway.

I then stood over him and lowered down, into a deep squat, and impaled myself fully on that glorious cock of his. His hands found mine, they gave me the leverage I needed as I fucked myself until I was unashamedly screaming my pleasure while looking at his face and seeing him bask in my raw sexuality.

"Fuck it, fuck my cock and cum all over it Jules," he egged me on over and over until I did.

I collapsed on top of him but that didn't stop the onslaught, he pulled my hips forward and started fucking up into me until a second orgasm ripped through my core. He threw me off him and quickly had me on all fours, before slamming himself into me again. 'O' number three quickly followed as he pushed my head into the sheets, leaving me in a twitching mess of sexual bliss.

We both needed to catch our breath for a moment plus my throat was so dry. We just looked at each other and started giggling, as we recovered.

"Incredible," I whispered.

"You think?" he replied, with a laugh

I took in all of him as he lay there, his cock still standing at full attention.

I hopped up, slipped on my stilettos, stepped through the glass sliding door onto the balcony, and bent over the handrail. I tried to focus, people were walking everywhere, I found the park bench, somebody was leaning against the tree next to it.

Greg?

I felt Brad's hands on my hips moments before he started feeding me that magnificent cock again. This time it was beautifully unrushed as he slowly pushed himself fully in and out of me. My hungry pussy seemed to be pleading, "Please don't ever stop," as the pressure started to build again.

I so wanted to focus on the figure leaning against the tree, but it was proving impossible, and even more so when Brad started biting me between my shoulder blades. I retook my pleasure for all the world to see, especially the man by the tree.

I could feel Brad's pace change. "In my mouth, lover, I want to taste you."

He pulled out, I dropped to my knees and luxuriated in my 'sluttiness' as his sweet, delicious cum hit my taste buds. I stood up and shared my cummy lips with him, before taking him by the hand and leading him inside.

We sat on the lounge, naked and chilled, the conversation flowing easily. Then the noise outside became loud and vibrant.

It was 2018.

We made our way back outside and watched the merriment along the foreshore, in the distance the famous 'Sydney Harbour' fireworks show lit up the skyline. The man leaning against the tree was still there.

I went and grabbed my phone. "Happy birthday my darling man xxx." I texted and pressed send.

Instantly there was a tiny light under the tree, a huge smile came to my face, and then a text came. "Happy NY, my sexy hot-wife xx." Then I turned and pulled Brad into another passionate kiss.

I kissed my way down his body until my knees hit the tiled balcony floor. I was suddenly full of euphoric energy as I sucked and stroked, in the hope that Brad would once again rise to the occasion. He didn't disappoint.

It finally became too much for him and he picked me up in his arms, took me inside, and threw me on the bed. What followed was a sexual frenzy. The fact that my pussy was already very tender from our fucking, made it even more intense for me.

We fucked in many different positions and I'm sure I came in every one of them. We screamed profanities at each other, mine spurring him on and his words doing the same to me. We went animal on each other until, with one final thrust, he exploded deep inside me as my battered pussy milked every last drop out of him.

We rolled apart and just stared at the ceiling, neither of us capable of words, but I do remember thinking, "If this is what being a hotwife means, then I'm going to be the best hotwife possible for my man."

Brad was watching me as a huge smile came to my face. "Penny for your thoughts," he said.

I turned to him. "I was thinking how wonderfully amazing this night has been."

"I'm hoping there will be many more," he said cheekily.

I snuggled up to him and whispered, "Oh, you can count on that." I kissed him softly and then added, "It's time for you to go, I need to be at the airport early in the morning, and if you stay, I know sleep will be the last thing I'll be getting."

After he dressed, I walked him to the door.

"This has been.... fire, you're one hell of a sexy lady," he said and then pulled me into a last sensual kiss.

"I chose well, very well indeed," I whispered, as our lips parted.

As soon as I closed the door behind him I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I looked like I felt, mascara trails down my cheeks, and my lips were all red and puffy. The top of my thighs were sticky from where Brad's cum had leaked out. I was a mess.

A big smile formed as I thought of Greg's reaction, knowing another man had made me look like this would drive him insane, in a good way.

"Come to me, darling." I texted.

Sitting on the bed, for the second time tonight, I waited for Greg. I reflected on tonight and how far I'd come.

I had just had sex without emotion for the first time in my life. It was amazing.

The fact that a thirty-year-old man had just ravished me for hours became way more than a simple ego boost. It had accelerated the confidence that I now owned and embraced.

I had ushered Brad out the door so easily, with no awkwardness. That also told me so much.

I had made Greg wait much longer than we initially planned, without guilt.

Even though this will always be about us as a couple, I also had the confidence to indulge my sexual needs until I was satiated, and I will make sure that Greg understands that is how it will be.

Sexually, I've always been Greg's sub-baby-girl, maybe now there will be a shift in that. The thought of that was intriguing.

What started as Greg's fantasy had somehow manifested into me being in the driver's seat. Something, in the back of my mind, whispered that maybe that was his intention all along.

I heard the click of the card opening the door.