We woke up to use the bathroom a few times during the night, but neither one of us ever really cleaned up. When we finally woke up for good, around six in the morning, we found that my wife had only Chad's t-shirt from the night before to wear home, as the too-tight dress had ripped, and Chad had accidentally left with the other clothes he had brought. This was going to be amusing, but I thought that if we left early enou...

My wife's name is Anne, one of the things I haven't yet mentioned in this series. There is no reason I never included it up until this point, but as I recapped the events with Jorge, I realized I hadn't mentioned that earlier, which would make the remaining chapters in our saga a little more difficult to document. So now that that’s out of the way, let me get back to describing our brief transition into actual wife-watchi...

After my wife's latest weekend tryst, we were both still on a bit of a sexually induced high and were looking forward to me finally getting my chance to reclaim her, as she was no longer sore. But now the thought that she might be pregnant, with either Chad or Pete's baby, sent us both on a very quick ride back to reality. We had both already agreed that if that was indeed the case, we would absolutely keep the baby, but...

After my wife's sexy pics of her recently inseminated vagina had done their thing Saturday night to get me hot, I had fallen asleep, drunk on Scotch whisky, and on a difficult to describe sexual high of anticipation. I awoke Sunday morning, and after getting my boys settled in for their day, began to daydream about what kinds of stories, and possible other souvenirs, my wife might be bringing home for me. I fantasized abo...

As the weekend approached, my wife and I were both filled with anticipation. This was to be the weekend where I let her spend Friday and Saturday night with Chad at his vacation home. I was excited because this was a big part of my slut wife fantasy, and my wife was excited because I think she was finally getting just as turned on as I was at the whole kinkiness of our situation. She was including me in a lot of decision-...

In the couple of weeks after the decision to let my wife stay with Chad, on the condition that we could take things to the wife-watching level, our sex life was as passionate as ever. It was just the two of us, but with both of us so horny for what might be coming next. At this point, it was late in the winter. My wife came downstairs one Saturday morning, about four weeks out from "the decision," and told me that Chad of...

We will pick up where part 4 left off. Which means we will start with me standing fully nude and fully erect in front of my still partially clothed, freshly fucked wife. I was startled. If not Pete, who had she had raw sex with, on our hotel room bed? Before my slightly drunk mind could process this, my wife slipped out of her dress, knelt down in front of me, grabbed my throbbing cock, and said, "Would you like me to tel...

By late autumn, my wife's little sessions had become a fairly regular thing, with Pete, and then of course myself getting sloppy seconds (or thirds or fourths depending on Pete's stamina). However, as we approached Thanksgiving here in the states, as well as the impending Christmas and New Year's holidays, we both kind of figured that with all of the family events and kid activities, she and Pete would likely cool things...

I was still in shock at the text my wife had showed me, even after "taking care of myself". Especially the following day, when I was at work, reflecting on what she had shown me. It was another aspect of this whole arrangement that made me jealous and turned me on at the same time. It wasn't just the lewdness of his texts to her, describing exactly what he wanted to do, and where he wanted to come. It was also seeing her...

The morning after my wife's first official "date night," we were initially very excited to do it again. I was working up the courage to ask her to ask him. Part of me wanted to see what their text exchanges looked like (she said he loved to text dirty), but part of me was nervous, although more so about appearing as if I was pushing her. I wanted to make sure she wanted this too. Anyway, I was excited when I set off to th...

My fascination with open marriage, hotwifing, and general cuckoldry developed over a period of years, stemming from an incident in my early twenties where I walked in on my then-girlfriend cheating on me with another guy. While we ultimately fought and broke up, and while I was racked by feelings of extreme jealousy and inadequacy, I remember also feeling more than just a little aroused by the whole thing. Fast-forwarding...