I met my wife travelling for work, and decided to move to her city to give love a shot. It’s worked out great. As much as I’ve tried to cut back on my travel, I still have times where I’ll have to do extended trips. We’re both high libido, so the first few trips really sucked.. even with cameras phone sex just isn’t the real thing, and getting home every weekend or every other wasn’t always feasible. Eventually we had “the talk” and laid out ground rules for hooking up with other people; not quite polyamory, but definitely ethical non-manogomy. My wife is bi, so now she is able to scratch that itch without me.
My next trip was a two-month stay, during winter, up near the great lakes. Even with our new arrangement, I didn’t have a lot of hope to meet someone given the circumstances. The first few days my wife would ask how it was going, and seemed a little disappointed that I wasn’t trying harder. I was talking to her on the phone one morning while I was standing in line at the hotel coffee shop and noticed the woman in front of me having trouble with her credit card. I put my wife on hold and asked if the woman minded if I bought her coffee. She smiled, said thank you, and I went back to talking to my wife without thinking much about it.
That night I went to the hotel gym to run after work, and the lady from the coffee shop was there walking on a treadmill. I smiled and said hi, put my ear buds in, and ran on the machine next to her. I couldn’t help but check her out in the mirror. She was a few years older than me, mid-30s, blonde with a ponytail, and thick in the best way. She was walking on her treadmill and texting.
After I finished my run, I slowed the treadmill down to a walk and took out my headphones for a cool down. She thanked me again for the coffee, and we started chatting. She introduced herself as Traci. Traci was sweet, had a great laugh, and kept conversation well. We both left the gym and the same time and went our separate ways. I called my wife to tell her that I was trying to flirt with someone, and after I took my shower I went to go get food.
I ran into Traci at the hotel bar and asked to sit next to her. We started talking again, flirting a lot, and I started getting some confidence. Traci told me her story, divorced with a kid at home, and I told her I was married for the first time (I don’t wear a ring). She immediately got less flirty. Deterred, we finished our meal with more subdued conversation, and I asked if she wanted to grab another drink, and she told me no and asked for the check. I panicked a little and blurted “What if I told you my wife is cool with this?” Traci looked at me and said “Bullshit.”
Not really knowing what to do, I offered to let her talk to my wife. Traci gave me a look and I told her I was being serious, I’d call my wife and she could ask herself. We paid our bills, she took her last sip of wine, and finally she said with a little smile, “Alright. I’ll bite.” I sent a quick text to my wife and told her I was about to call.
Traci and I walked out together into the mostly empty lobby and I FaceTimed my wife. I gave the phone to Traci and stood there nervously as Traci walked away and talked. An enternity later Traci walked back to me and handed me my phone. “Room 343. 15 minutes.” As soon as Traci was out of view, I called my wife and asked what happened. She told me “You’re welcome” and said that she’d talk to me later.
I ran back to my room, grabbed condoms from my toiletry bag, and got to Traci’s room right on time. She opened the door a few seconds after I knocked and pulled me in.
We were kissing almost immediately, and our clothes started falling off. I pushed her to the bed, pulled her red panties off, and started eating her shaved pussy while she ran her fingers ran through my hair. She whispered something I didn’t hear, so I looked up and asked what she said. Her phone was in my face. I started to say, “What the fuck?” and she turned it around to show me my wife smiling in a FaceTime window. Honestly, I was thrown off, but Traci pushed me back down and I went back to doing what I was doing.
We eventually had the kind of sex that strangers have, with a lot of physicality, touching, grabbing, pounding, and grinding, all with Traci holding the phone. I explored her body with my hands and switched positions quite a few times, taking as much control as I could. As Traci had one foot on the bed and with me behind, I told her I was about to cum and she moaned, “I want to feel it.” She whipped around and pulled the condom off and jerked me onto her chest. I grabbed the phone from the comforter and showed my work to my wife, then gave it back to Traci, who eventually hung up.
After some recovery, she gave me her number and told me I had to leave for a few hours. I went back to my room and called my wife to ask what just happened, got the details on what they talked about, and talked about how we felt about the whole thing. It turns out my wife is the best wingman I’ve ever had. Eventually I got a text to come back down to Traci’s room for the night.
Traci and I did the FWB thing until she left to go home, and our travel schedules have lined up two more times since then. She talks to my wife more than she talks to me (who wouldn’t?), and they are planning a vacation meet-up. I’m assuming that I’m invited.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bon9wj/the_assist_fm