I am a fan. I am a fan of reading or watching true amateur wives own and celebrate their sexual nature. I am a fan. I am a fan of sluts. I don't choose to use that term in a derogatory nature either.

My wife is a slut! She is absolute slut, and I love her for it. Now, getting herself to love that about her was a different, and a bit more difficult. Until this past January she "played" the part, but was never really into it full swing. I always asked her if she really wanted other men and she always replied that she did, but actions didn't meet words. Those of you with REAL hotwives know there isn't a switch to flip on. It truly takes encouragement and patience to bring out what society has repressed.

So, we are your typical 40 something white couple with kids, good jobs, family and lives outside of sex. We both are avid runners and in decent shape. There is quite the height discrepancy between us, but I won't go into too much more detail on us because this is a REAL story. Our experience in the lifestyle is limited, but fun. We have been to several lifestyle clubs where we enjoyed people watching us as she sucks my cock or we fuck. A few times she has enjoyed men rubbing her tits or pussy, but as far as the lifestyle goes it was pretty vanilla. We have profiles on several swinger websites and are constantly back and forth with single males, but yet have to really meet in person.

Our trip started out with me entering us in a ½ marathon in Georgia last January. It was a great chance for us to get away without kids, run a race, and visit a few lifestyle places in Atlanta. I had it all planned out...we were going to run the race, go to the adult bookstore so she could try the gloryhole scene and give some handjobs, and visit Club Trapeze. I also was going to use the lifestyle sight to line up 2 guys for her to fuck while I filmed. She knew about all of this and was game.

So as time drew nearer things began to slowly fall apart. The guys wouldn't commit and I just knew this was going to be a wasted trip. We decided we would just go and whatever happened would happen. Boy am I glad we did!

After the ½ marathon was over we went back to our hotel to get ready for the day. It was about 12 o'clock. She showered and proceeded to get ready. As most men know, waiting on woman to get ready is usually a long process. So, I took my time in the shower until I heard "Honey, I'm going down to the bar to get some wine and wait on you." I really didn't think anything other than "why can't she get ready that fast at home?"

I finished my shower and was ready to go in about 30 minutes and picked up my phone to leave. I looked down to find 5 text messages from my wife. The read:

"I hope you like what I'm wearing"

"Cute guy here I'm flirting with...he is hot"

"This might be the one"

"I have my hand on his leg right now"

and the last one... " sit down away from us and watch"

I was nervous, nauseous, and excited all in one instant! First, I couldn't wait to see what she was wearing. Second, my mind race at what might happen. Lastly, I was excited that she was the one making things happen, and not me.

So, I hurried down to the bar and saw them. She looked amazing and to be honest there wasn't much left to imagine. She was wearing a thin white long sleeve v-neck t shirt and tight black leggings with red heels. Her nipples are pierced and very dark. You could completely see her barbells and the outline of her erect nipples and areolas. Her "slut" anklet hung loose around her right ankle and dangled off her heels. She looked hot!

There were 4 or 5 guys scattered around the bar and they were situated at the end with their backs toward me. I took a seat and ordered a drink and watched them. In fact, I could hear them because the bar was so empty. He was a younger guy; around 25 to 30, average build and had great hair. I mean the soap opera guy hair. Funny the little things you remember.

I wanted to send her a text, but was afraid it would scare him off, kill the mood, or give up our game. I set there for about 10 minutes watching her gently touch him on the arm, hands, legs and shoulder as they talked. He was there on business and was meeting up with some college friends later that evening. He had just come down for lunch. Now, my wife is big into sports, and talk it with any man. So, I listened to them talk about basketball and football and laughed at how my wife was schooling this guy. He was being respectful, almost too respectful, and it seemed like this was going to be a dead end. Then she got more aggressive! This is where things really heated up.

She looked over her shoulder and saw me sitting there, and then leaned to him and their conversation went like this:

Her: "I think I twisted my ankle in the race today" as she lifted her ankle with the "slut" anklet up to the edge of his stool.

Him: He looked at it and touched it with his hand "It doesn't look to bad." "What does your anklet say."

Her:"You can read it if you want" as she put her leg in his lap.

Him: he looked at it for an extended period of time... "does that say what I think it does?"

Her: "Yes it does...because I am"

Him: "I thought you were married"

Her: " I am, but my husband knows...have you ever heard of a hotwife?"

Him: "No, what does that mean"

Her: "Well it is hard to explain, I think I can show you better."

Him: "No way, you said your husband is here and I don't want any trouble"

Her: "Well if you asked him if I could show you, would that make you feel better?"

Him: "Maybe...this is crazy...you are nuts"

Her: "Well if you want to know...I'll show you, but if not at least buy me a drink"

Him: "I'll buy us drinks but I do want to know too"

At this time she reached down and texted me "I need for you to come over here and meet this guy". So, I got up and walked over to them and she introduced me to Jeff. This is when things got a little awkward, but progressed quickly.

Her: "Jeff doesn't know what a hotwife is and I'd like to show him"

Me: "Jeff, I know we just met, but if you want to know then that is fine with me"

Jeff: "Are you all serious, is the this a practical joke?"

Her: "No, but we understand because it is a little weird, but let me put you at ease...give me your hand"

It was at that point she took Jeff's hand and put it under the bar and slid it in her pants. Jeff's face was priceless. He was red and flushed!

Her: "Do you like my pierced pussy"

Jeff: "I sure do, is it pierced?"

Her: "yes, want to get a closer look"

Jeff: "yes"

Nobody was drunk or drugged. It just happened. We got up, and Jeff paid the bar tab. We went to his room, at my suggestion, so he felt more comfortable. As soon as we hit the door, my wife took off her top and pants. She left the "fuck me" heels on. She calmly looked at Jeff and said "this is a Hotwife." She reached for him and he looked at me.

"It's ok Jeff...we are going to fuck her because that's what she wants...and a hotwife gets whatever she wants"

At this point she had Jeff's pants and underwear around his ankles. His cock jumped loose and was average size. It wasn't 12 inches or anything you see on videos. Just an average guy with an average cock that was now in my wife's mouth. Now remember, this is our FIRST true swinging experience. My emotions were all over the place, but the main one was excitement.

This was for us...not Jeff. My wife stared at me all the time as she sucked his cock. Jeff was a little quick to cum and couldn't hold off very long so she let him go all over her chest. He was a little embarrassed and she told him don't worry...she will get him ready again because she wants to fuck him. They took a break and my wife laid on the bed and played with herself until Jeff got hard again. I gave him a condom and he put it on.

She looked at me and said "I want this...do you?" I said "yes!!" At that moment Jeff thrust his cock into my wife's wet pussy and her eyes rolled back into her head. She later said it was a surreal experience having another man's cock after only having mine for 15 years.

I participated in holding her legs, kissing her, letting her suck my cock and everything else that goes with a threesome. Jeff lasted much longer this time. I got to sit back and watch as another man fucked my wife in a variety of positions. They fucked for a good 30 minutes. She begged him to pull out and cum on her ass. Jeff obliged and released a small amount of cum on her. She then looked at me and said "your turn now honey...you get your sloppy seconds you've wanted for so long."

I did too! Her pussy was so loose and wet. She pulled out her vibrator and used it on her clit to cum. And to be honest...I didn't last long either. Watching and having my cock sucked while she fucked Jeff made me cum in about 5 minutes.

After I was done...she looked at Jeff and said "want another turn?"

Here was my wife, who had never done any swapping or gangbangs before, asking if this stranger she just met wanted to fuck her again. What the hell was going on?!

Jeff took another condom and fucked my wife again for another 30 minutes. After he was finished...she told me "you will have to wait for a while because I'm a little dry right now."

We all got dressed and went back to the bar, had some food and drinks. Jeff spent a lot of time asking us questions about our marriage and lifestyle. We hung out and watch a basketball game where lots of side bets were made with my wife, or using my wife as the wager. We parted ways and headed to Club Trapeze and had a good time people watching.

When we returned to the hotel. There was Jeff with 3 of his college buddies at the bar. To be honest, they appeared to be waiting on us because they shouted her name when we walked in the lobby.

She looked at me and said "I'm game if you are." We walked over and one of the new guys, who was drunk, asked me "can I fuck your wife too?" Now, I'm not into humiliation and being disrespected. So, I calmly answered... "No, but your friends can."

I'll end the story by saying...my wife had been with 15 men prior to that night. After our Georgia trip...she had been with 19.

We practice respect, safe sex, but we like the lifestyle. So, be patient and understanding as you navigate the lifestyle. Just be ready! You never know when it will happen. Planning is great, but spontaneity is even better.