my wife’s attempt to be a hotwife

failed attempt

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Her failed attempt at becoming a hotwife with no fault or lack of effort on her part. This happened a few years back when my wife DJ finally agreed to entertain my fantasy of her becoming a hotwife after 5 or so years of my pillow talk and me convincing her it was all for her pleasure (mostly) and wasn’t so I could have affairs with other women. Anyway, DJ was in her late 30’s at the time, petite 5′ Asian with perfect C tits, sexy figure, pretty face and bedroom eyes that suggest she’d be a hot lil devil in bed (which she is). DJ being an account exec she managed a handful of clients when one day after she came home from work she mentioned that she had landed a new account and met her client, K, a handsome early to mid 30’s guy. DJ recounted her conversation with K in a way I hadn’t seen her show in a very long time after meeting someone. She shared he was ~ 5′ 9″, white guy with eastern european descent, very good looking, and had a sexy smile that made her giddy inside during their introductions. Hiding my excitement while listening to her talk, my head was swimming with nasty thoughts of DJ becoming a hotwife, but I didn’t push the idea and let her enjoy her moment. DJ got to know K over the next few weeks via phone calls, office visits, and she’d tell me how things were progressing professionally and personally between them and that K may actually be a candidate that she would gift herself to and fulfill my fantasy. My sex sessions with DJ became hotter during this time as I’d slip in suggestions about her hooking up with K as I could see that DJ was becoming more open, accepting, and turned on by the idea of sharing her with him as our romps became more passionate each time I’d mention him. She then admitted that she wanted to fuck K (even if he was married). A few times she’d moan his name while I’d fuck her and tell DJ how thrilled I was that she was willing to be a slut again (story for another time) and for her to envision fucking him. Hearing her call out his name while she came turned me on to no end! K had no idea of DJ’s slutty intentions as she wasn’t as aggressive as she was in her past, but she’d work it slow at a pace she was comfortable with as it had been 15+ years since she was with a man aside from me.

Fast forward a few months of her playfully flirting with K and suggestive we should go out for drinks that never materialized due to scheduling or whatever other excuse there was until things opened up and they both agreed to meet up for food and drinks after work in the city to discuss goals and objectives for the next quarter etc. K drove to DJ’s office, picked her up and off they went. Watching my wife make her way to the the restaurant on my iPhone via the Find My Friends app made my heart pound to see her virtual movement finally making it to her dinner destination. During dinner she’d text me with updates and stated it was doubtful anything was going to happen as the only subject that was discussed was business and K was not observant enough to pick up on DJ’s sexy vibes she was giving off. DJ’s next update was that her and K were going to grab more drinks at a nearby bar and she’d text me when she could. I watched her location move from one place to the next. I waited impatiently for her next update, checking my messages and app every other minute that passed all the while I’m struggling with second guessing my hotwife idea, the roller coaster rush of the situation, and my rock hard boner, but it was too late to change anything even though we both agreed that either of us could call it off at any time. 2 hours passed when I get a text from DJ, “it’s happening… i love you”. I’m thinking, HOLY FUCK!!! It’s really gonna happen!!!

*** Strike 1 *** I watched DJ’s location move again from the bar to where I assumed was either a hotel room (as I told her she could book a room if she saw fit) or to K’s car. I pace around the house for another 2 hours when I get a text from DJ “sorry, i didn’t fuck him :( i’ll update you soon – can’t text”. DJ’s location starts moving towards the direction of the city where her office was located and finally stops near her office address as I predicted. DJ’s location was idle for another hour with no text updates from her. I expect they’re having another session and MAYBE, just MAYBE they’ll end up fucking. DJ finally texts me that she’s heading home and that she’d tell me all about the night and ended her message with a sad face emoji. Oh well, I felt she deserved an A for effort, but was still puzzled. Different scenarios run through my mind as to what may have happened until I hear my wife get home. DJ walks into our bedroom pouting and slurs, “I’m sorry babe! I tried, but he didn’t want to fuck me.” She looked so bummed out as this was the first time a guy didn’t fuck her when she wanted it and she’s been dicked by a decent number of guys (30’ish) in her past. I didn’t care. I was happy she was home, held and hugged her for a few mins, and was so thankful she agreed to do this for me. But I was horny as hell, excited of her escapade, turned on by the look of her tussled hair and smeared lipstick. I stripped off her clothes, thew her on the bed and ate her pussy out as she was still turned on. I could taste the alcohol from her active mouth, felt her dripping pussy from her time with K just moments earlier, smell of his cologne on DJ’s face and cigarette laced saliva on her tits. It was an intense exhilaration to experience that forbidden feeling in a fulfilling way that most men would go ape shit over. Pushing my cock into her soaking wet kitty, as a result of her play time with K, made me so horny and rock hard. Trying not to fuck DJ in a frenzy, I asked her to tell me what happened with K. She said at the bar, they had a few cocktails/shots and danced as there was music. Inhibitions gone, K had enough with liquid courage that he told DJ she looked sexy in her black revealing dress, he loved the shape of her legs, pulled her close to him and they both kissed each other intensely while dancing. They made their way back to the booth where they sat to continue their make out session, caressing, grabbing, squeezing each other and moaning with no care to any would be observers. DJ said she rubbed his crotch, squeezed and massaged K’s hard cock the whole time in the booth. They walked out to his car where they made out again. K in the driver’s seat and DJ in the front passenger seat. K feeling up my wife, squeezing her tits, and fingering her pussy. DJ said she was horny as hell from the make out session and excitement she slipped her panties off, unlatched her bra from the front to expose her tits, and told K, “I want you to fuck me and feel you inside me”, where he replied with, “Why didn’t you tell me? I wish I knew”! What the hell right?!!! Grrrrrr. DJ said she was puzzled, like was she supposed to tell K, “btw – after dinner let’s plan to fuck so be prepared”! Only rational thought was he didn’t have a condom. DJ didn’t care and told K, “we both want it” and not to worry as she was on birth control. DJ wanted his cock in her and I told her earlier in the day, if it came down to it, it would excite me even more if K came in her pussy. I figured, he was married so the risk of her catching anything was somewhat lower which we were both willing to accept at that point. Plus DJ hates condoms. DJ said she tried to close the deal the whole time, but she couldn’t get him to fuck, so she gave up. DJ was a bit turned off at that point that when K pushed her head down towards his cock for her to suck him, she pushed her head back up and wasn’t going to go down on him. This was a surprise to hear because she loves blow jobs. K apologized and a few mins of small talk said he’d take DJ back to her office where she then texted me with the lack of progress text. K parked at her office again where they made out again for another hour with K feeling her up and fingering DJ, but still no fuck session. Silver lining was fucking my semi-slut of a wife after her naughty escapade.

*** Strike 2 *** A month or so goes by with small talk between them and no mention of their first escapade, when K starts to suggest he wants to hang out again as he had a good time with her. DJ says she’ll get back to him as she needs to check her schedule etc., tells me about it and asks what she should do as she is still attracted to K. DJ confesses that she still wants to fuck him for the simple fact he rejected her the first time. Fucking K became DJ’s new ambition, but at the same time she’s also thinking he’s a pussy for not hitting it, lol. I tell DJ to do what she wants and I’ll support whatever decision she makes. However, I didn’t hide my continued eagerness about this new opportunity she had. A few days later, she tells K she’ll be free the following week and agrees to me setting things up for her, as I want to increase the chance of them finally doing the deed with more comfort for DJ. I make reservations at a restaurant that specializes in the spirits he into as DJ told me from her initial meet up, booked a hotel in the city a short drive from the restaurant that had room access from the parking garage as I didn’t want my wife to be seen walking into a hotel with some guy in fear of friends seeing her as many people we know, hung out around there frequently. I go out and buy her a sexy outfit and lingerie to feed her new sexual prowess and surprise her a few days before her date cuz I wanted her to feel hot and confident, not that she wasn’t, but wasn’t taking chances this time. Date night comes, same routine, K picks DJ up the street from her office, as she doesn’t want her co-workers to be suspicious of her, and they make their way to dinner and drinks. I again watch intently on my phone and see she’s at the restaurant where she’s idle for the next 1.5 hrs. I get a text from her stating she’s heading to the hotel with K. I’m trying not to go bananas and pace around the house again in anticipation. I see her location arrive at the hotel, but start to trip out because the app shows DJ as slowly moving away from the hotel, stops a block or two away, then starts moving back towards the hotel after 5-10 mins. Rational thought that comes to my mind is that they went to the store to buy condoms! DJ’s location remains at the hotel for a few hours and no text updates from her, so I’ve accepted the fact that she’s finally reached her goal and is getting plowed by the dude. DJ finally texts me after midnight telling me she’s on her way home and that it didn’t happen again. In my mind I’m thinking what’s the deal with this guy passing up a fine woman handing him her hot box on a damn platter for his taking. Like the first time, DJ gets home in the same kind of state and tells me they went to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes then went to the hotel bar to watch the game and grab drinks. So much for the discretion approach I had set up, but no big. Similar to the first bar, DJ said they were fondling each other and kissing for a while until she whispers in his ear, “let’s go upstairs”. DJ said he didn’t believe what she was saying until she said, “I’m serious, I have a room upstairs”, and showed him her room key. In short, he pussed out again and they ended up in his car in the parking garage where they talked. DJ again trying to close the deal and assured him it was all good and she was his for the taking. K nervously said, what if I’m not good in bed and don’t last etc… uhhhhhhhh who the fuck says that?!!!! Anyway, they’re both drunk and horny regardless of the dumb shit coming out of K’s mouth so they’re having another make out session in the front of his car with him sucking her tits and fingering her again. DJ goes down on his cock, gives him a blow job, then jacks him off hoping that she can bring him to a point where he gives in and they go up to the room. BUT, it again doesn’t happen. Instead of undressing DJ, I say, c’mon let’s drive back to the hotel as I didn’t want the room to go unused and my wife not getting fucked like she wanted to. Silver lining again, was another night of amazing sex with my semi-slut of a wife.

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*** Strike 3 *** Same pattern of emails, texts, and conversations between DJ and K continue for the next few weeks, but nothing gets planned until 2 months after their last fling. DJ is still crushing on him, but this 3rd time around she doesn’t have much expectation going out with K and says whatever happens happens and she’s no longer pushing the issue with the guy. The plan for this time is for K to pick up DJ from work, have a quick bite, then hit a bar for drinks and play it by ear. K doesn’t share where they’re actually going so I intently watch DJ’s location move around the city while she’s out with him. I’m personally not as excited this time as the prior hook ups were such a let down for DJ and I came to the conclusion that this guy’s game was W-E-A-K. After drinks they end up in a residential area next to a park based on the location I see on my phone. An hour or so passes and I get the expected text from DJ that she was on her way home and same end result. DJ gets home in the same drunken state and tells me about her night. They ate, had a few drinks to get loopy at a bar, and ended up at a park after driving around looking for a dark inconspicuous place for them to fool around at. The usual heavy petting, kissing, fingering, sucking between them but this time they were both in the front passenger seat where she was gyrating on his cock among other things. DJ shared that this time K did admit that he really wanted to fuck her, but brought up his lack of letting her down with his performance. Still didn’t happen even with DJ stroking his ego (and his cock) that it was OK and she’d still be content with his efforts. Nonetheless, they had fun with each other and DJ was feeling a little more slutty this night and swallowed every drop of his load.

They went out a few more times after that, but nothing as steamy as the prior sessions ever resulted. DJ got promoted, handed the account over to another account exec, moved on and was too busy in her new role that her enthusiasm for supporting my fantasy dwindled down. I bring up the idea along with different options how things might progress every now and again but she brushes it off more and says it will happen in time, but not now. So I wait, patiently for that day to cum. Kudos to those couples that have had more luck than us.

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TL;DR: My wife agreed to dabble as a hotwife but didn’t fuck the guy after 3 tries. I value her efforts, attempts, and the amazing sex when she’d come home. Waiting for the day my fantasy gets fulfilled, if ever.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/atac2c/my_wifes_attempt_to_be_a_hotwife