Recently I attended a conference with work. Saying it was interesting, would be an understatement.

But.

A few months before hand though, my husband Dave dropped the bombshell on me.

I thought our sex life was ok, maybe a little vanilla but ok, but. One night whilst we were having sex, he said, "he would love me to be a hotwife, and meet other men for sex." I couldn't believe my ears. Partly in shock I called him a pervert. Sex was over and I refused to talk to him.

But something must have struck a chord in me as I couldn't get what he had asked out of my mind. A couple of days later my curiosity got the better of me, I opened the laptop and searched hotwife!

I have to say after my initial shock of reading what he was actually wanted me to do, I ended up reading a couple of the stories. To my embarrassment I was starting to get turned on, I turned off the computer trying to work out what the hell happened and to sort what was going on in my head.

However, the next day I found myself back on the computer i read more stories and found blogs from wives actually doing what Dave had asked me. The more I read, the more and more turned on I was becoming, the more extreme the stories, the more excited I was getting. I didn't even realise I had done it, but my hand was down my pants and before i knew it, I was cuming.

My mind was a wash, could I really do it!

So a days later, I broke the silence and spoke, I asked him one question. Why.

He told me it had been a fantasy of his for a long time, he said, " the thought of me enjoying sex, purely for the sake of sex was so erotic to him".

I asked him, was I not enough for him, I couldn't do anything like that it was wrong and would feel like cheating.

He laughed looked me in the eyes and said, "how can it be cheating, I'm asking you to do i. Its not about me, it's all about your pleasure."

"So you want to meet other women then," I replied.

"No," he replied, i am not interested is other women, all I want is you to tell me about it afterwards." He tried to reason with me saying, " the boys have both left home, why not let our hair down and enjoy ourselves a bit." I walked away shaking my head.

The subject was not mentioned again that week. But I couldn't stop reading the stories.

That weekend when I was out shopping I went to pick up some tights, but I found myself picking up holdups. Thinking to myself, maybe I should make more of an effort to look good for Dave, it might take his mind off this hotwife thing in his head. We were going out that night for a drink with friends so i bought them.

Whilst getting ready It surprised me how nice they looked, I had bought them as a surprise for Dave, but I actually was shocked me how good they made me feel. looking in the mirror I thought to myself, you know what Wendy, you've not got a bad figure considering I was 48 with grown children. I then thought to myself , would other men really find me attractive like Dave says. I discarded the idea as silly.

We had a lovely evening out with our friends.

When we got home and I took off my dress Dave virtually jumped on me. He said, "he'd never seen me looking so sexy,"

I laughed, "don't be silly, it's just a pair of holdups."

He said, "no, when you went to the loo you had such a wiggle, even Mark, Helen's husbands noticed it."

Dave pushed me back onto the bed, I tried to push him off saying, " I need to take these off."

He said, "no, leave them on, and your heels." We had the most passionate sex in years, and easily my biggest orgasm in a long long time.

Afterwards I laid there thinking how good I felt dressed like it. How sexy I felt that night. And how sexy It made me feel keeping my hold ups and shoes on for sex.

Over the next few weeks I found myself starting to dress differently, more daring. I started wearing hold ups all the time. Even for work. And our sex life went through the roof.

My birthday was coming up soon, "is there anything in particular you'd like," Dave asked.

"No surprise me" I replied. My birthday was a Saturday this year. He had arranged for us to go out with our friends Mark and Helen for dinner and a bit of dancing afterwards.

The morning of my birthday I was presented with a box, all wrapped up. Dave had such a wide grin. On his face as I unwrapped it. Inside was a matching 3 piece set, Black lace bra, g string and suspenders and pair of seamed nylons. They looked stunning, " it's gorgeous" I said.

With a massive grin Dave replied," glad you like it, will you wear them tonight."

How could I refuse.

Getting ready that night Dave laid on the bed just watching me, the bra was so small it barely covered my nipples, the g string Tiny, I giggled "is it worth wearing." But the stockings, I had never felt so good putting them on. They made me feel amazing, how smooth they felt.

Dave adjusted the seams for me, "saying how amazing I looked."

I felt it.

I went over to the wardrobe to get my dress out, Dave said, "wear your black cocktail dress."

I said," i wasn't sure as it's quite short, but I'll try it." So I slipped it on, even I had to admit I looked good. But I was short, I giggled," if I'm not careful you would be able to see my stocking tops."

With a massive grin, Dave just said, "so what, you're perfect.".

As I went to pick up my heels, Dave said no," I have one more surprise for you." He went to his wardrobe and took out a shoe box. Passed it to me saying," a wife as hot as you deserved hot heels." Inside was a pair of patent black peeptoe slingbacks, the heels were easily over 4".

I said," they were beautiful but I wasn't sure I could even walk in them laughing." Slipping them on I gingerly took a few steps, a little surprised I was walking pretty well in them.

I gave him a twirl, I was about to say do I look ok when I noticed the bulge in his trousers. I giggled saying, "I obviously look ok to you then".

With a broad grin, "stunning," was all he said. I had to admit, even with my slightly unsteady walking at first I hadn't felt this sexy in years.

The meal was gorgeous, and the wine flowed. Afterwards we decided to try a few bars in town. I even thought to myself as we walked how the heels gave me quite a wiggle now I had got used to them. And on more than one occasion I had caught Mark looking, I quite liked the tingle it gave me..

In the second bar we went to was playing some good music, Mark grabbed my hand saying, "come on birthday girl, time for a boogy." As we danced he said, " you've changed,"

When I quizzed him, he said, " you look amazing, are they suspenders you have on." Apparently when I sat down the dress pulled tight and they were clearly visible.

I replied, giggling "maybe ."

He laughed, saying, "have a word with Jane, i'd kill for her to wear them." Well I felt myself blush, but also my pussy tingled. As we left the dance floor Mark guided me but ran his hand down my bum feeling my suspenders. I went to say stop it, but I actually liked the attention.

He continued to flirt the whole night, every time I sat down I saw his eyes go straight to my dress. By time we got into the taxi home I was feeling rather horny and quite damp!

When we got home, Dave said how amazing I looked. Then started kissing my neck in the living room, that alone makes me weak. Then unzipped my dress, I turned to Dave, our kisses got more and more passionate. I was so turned on, my head was a buzz with a alcohol I'd drunk. Then with out thinking clearly, I don't know where it came from, but I just said, " fuck me Mark!"

I saw the lust in Dave's eyes, and he did just that. He pushed me to the floor and fucked me in the middle of the lounge. He used me like a sex doll, he fucked me in so many positions, and hard. He had never treated me like that before, but I loved it. He finally pushed me face down onto the sofa. Doing so I felt him spit on my bum and push his thumb in saying, "so you want Mark to fuck you do you."

It pushed me over the edge and I screamed, "yes" as I felt him coming into me. My whole body shook uncontrollably with orgasm.

He collapsed on my back panting saying, "that was amazing." I couldn't stop shaking, finally as my body calmed down he rolled off me, but I didn't move. All I could think was omg what have I done, what have I said.

I was brought back to reality by the feeling of Dave's cum dribble out of me onto my stocking tops. I looked up at him blushing bright red. He just had the biggest grin on his face. I chastised him saying, "it was just to feed his fantasy, not real."

"Of course not darling" he laughed helping me up.

We went to bed, Dave fell asleep within seconds.

Once more I lay there in my thoughts, how good it felt to be flirted with. How good the sex was. How good I felt, and, what I had said!

The next morning over breakfast, Dave just sat there with that same stupid grin. In the end I just said! "what."

He smiled saying," you were quite the wild one last night, and very vocal."

I went bright red again saying, " I was drunk and it was just to please you and his perverted fantasy."

Once again, he just smiled saying, "of course darling."

Over the next few months our sex life continued to improve, we tried lots of different things, I even started to give Dave oral more, i was actually beginning to like doing it. More and more often his fantasy would come up, I'd play along but laugh it off after. But I was liking the idea of it more and more.