It started weeks, if not months ago.  Christine and I began scheming for a way to seduce my wife, either by her alone or with Christine’s husband.  Christine was an intoxicating, petite, redhead.  She definitely lived up to the “hotwife” title.  Christine and I met through a fetish site and quickly transferred our discussions to texting.  I had posted recent boudoir pictures of my wife, a stunning forty-two-year-old mother of two, with a small yet curvaceous build.  The kind of body that cannot be ignored when she’s out in public.

The chat between Christine and I focused on my wife’s attractiveness and Christine’s desire to seduce her.  I gladly accepted this offer and immediately began researching ways to ensure they met “randomly,” and to arm Christine with as much insight as possible to seal the friendship.  Christine was brilliant and found common interests with little effort. 

Fast forward a few months, several chance encounters blossom into friendship, and we arrive at the first of many couples’ dinners.

At eight o’clock that evening, we arrived at our house after a fun dinner with Christine and her husband, Evan.  We continued with a few mixed drinks and beers waiting for the hot tub to reach the best temperature.  I stepped outside to check the water, finding it perfect and returned inside to see Christine and my wife giggling in that secret woman chatter kind of way.  Evan was sitting at the bar, with a smile on his face looking at the ladies before turning to me and giving me a slight wink of motivation.

I gave notice the water was perfect and we parted to change into our bathing suits.  As I was putting my trunks on, Amanda (my wife) said she found Heather and Evan really funny and was thankful for yet another wonderful dinner.  I agreed and stated that her and Heather seem to be hitting it off great, and that Evan appears to be a really good guy.  Amanda agreed and continued putting on her bikini, which fit her like it was painted on, highlighting her still perky breasts and naturally tan curves.  It was all I could do to stop the bulge from building in my shorts.

We walked out of the bedroom directly onto the back patio, to find freshly poured drinks for us, with Heather and Evan comfortably in the pool. We stepped in opposite side of them and grabbed our glasses.  We began talking about how nice the evening had been, the warmth of the hot tub, and joking about previous humorous conversations.  Not just me, but Heather could tell Amanda was getting a bit tipsy but not too drunk to maintain her composure.  As Amanda sat in my lap, Heather slid closer and began chatting directly with Amanda.  I made eye contact with Evan, to which he gave me an acknowledging nod to announce it was time to progress the situation.

Heather made a comment about how Amanda maintained her fitness, especially being a mom of two and in her forties, putting most women half her age to shame.  As Amanda smiled and took a sip, Heather reached out and touched Amanda’s stomach while remarking on how impressively toned it was.  I felt Amanda shift slightly in my lap, but not so much as to ward off the touch.  Amanda said thank you and replied with similar sentiments.

Heather then began asking if she was curious about the discussion in the kitchen.  I wasn’t sure what she was referring to, only that it must have been the giggling going on when I walked back inside.  Amanda nodded in agreement, and Heather whispered, “When Evan gets up in a moment, you’ll be able to tell in those wet shorts.” 

As I heard those words, I felt myself begin to harden.  Hoping it was going to give anything away by pressing into my wife’s ass as she sat in my lap.

I looked across the pool as Evan stood up to reach over the side for another beer and could see the perfect outline of his thick manhood lying against his leg just beneath the thin swim trunks.  As I averted my gaze, I found myself staring at intently, with a familiar look from a previous erotic escapade from years before.  Heather leaned in very close to Amanda and said, “Told you.” Then lightly brush her lips against my wife’s cheek.  As Amanda turned in her direction, Heather placed a hand on my wife’s stomach and walked her fingers up slowly to the stunning small gap in her cleavage.

Amanda moaned and closed her eyes just long enough for Heather to give her a light kiss on the lips, followed by a more determined focus on Amanda’s now erect nipples piercing through her bikini.  I remained still, not to interrupt this magnificent art of seduction and the fantasy playing out before me.  Heather began kissing her, moving to a point where their bodies were touching and hands making their way down her body to her hips.

With glass still in hand, Amanda was being swept away in the event.  Heather kissed her deeply, running her fingertips under the bikini top, applying pressure to Amanda’s nipples with her palm.  Heather’s other hand was working its way down my wife’s hips and into the side tie string of her bikini bottoms.  I felt Amanda tense and began to gyrate on my lap subtly, not to make a splash.  I leaned back, allowing my wife to enjoy herself and watch Heather work her magic.

When Amanda spread her legs while still sitting in my lap, I noticed Heather’s hand was now submerged under my wife’s bikini bottoms.  Judging by Amanda’s moans and tensing of her glutes, Heather was working her clit or fingers inside what could only be a drenched pussy masked by the hot tub.  As Heather continued working Amanda’s pussy, I leaned up and started kissing my wife’s back while placing my hands firmly on her hips.  Amanda turned back as far as she could to kiss me while Heather sucked on her tits now free from the bikini.

Heather was in complete control, pulling Amanda up to her and turning her around to face me.  I immediately began forcefully kissing her, while helping to hold her steady.  I glanced briefly while catching my breath to see my wife’s bikini bottoms floating alone in the water, and Heather submerged chest deep with her face firmly between the back of my wife’s thighs.  Heather was licking and tonguing her voraciously, from her clit to her tight virgin asshole.

Amanda was lost, fully engulfed in the moment.  Amanda stopped kissing me briefly, as Heather guided her by the hips to the edge of the hot tub, propping one of her legs on the side to get a better approach to the workmanship she had started.  I sat there in awe.  Amanda, with her head down on the side of the hot tub, looked over at me.  I smiled, showing her support and joy in her personal happiness.  It was at that moment I made eye contact with Evan.  He walked slowly toward Heather, placing his hands on her shoulders.  Heather looked up and made eye contact with her husband, then moved back a bit while maintain her massage of Amanda’s clit.

Evan pulled his trunks down, freeing his enormously thick cock.  He stroked slightly as he guided it toward Amannda’s stimulated pussy.  Heather took Evan’s cock in hand and pulled him forward lining it up with my wife’s dripping opening.  Heather parted Amanda’s lips and began pushing his cock inside.  A loud guttural moan of ecstasy exited her body, as Amanda closed her eyes tightly and arched her back, revealing more of herself to Evan’s member.

Evan pushed his hips forward, removing Heather’s hand, and forcing his way into Amanda’s trembling wetness.  Evan, ever patiently, pushed in inch by inch, stretching Amanda with each length.  Once his full length rested inside my wife, he stood stoically, allowing her to adjust as best she could to the incredible size.  Amanda began to delicately rock back and forth, ensuring Evan’s cock was fully coated in her cream.  Once the motion was fairly consistent, Evan grabbed her left hip with one hand and the back of Heather’s head with the other.

Evan picked up speed and thrust.  Amanda winced in pain, but it was graciously welcomed.  Heather was guided face first to the point of entry, where she began licking his cock with each stroke.  Heather moaned with each taste of Amanda’s now well stretched pussy and Evan’s mixture.  Evan began breathing heavily and thrusting harder with each movement.  I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s clit and sound of suction from her full pussy.

Heather looked directly at me, silently mimicking the words, “You’re welcome.”

Evan pushed as deep as permitted by Amanda’s tightness, releasing load after load from his overly full balls.  He grunted with each pulse, and Amanda moaned, legs shaking as she was orgasming from this carnal moment and Evan’s massive cock reaching depths never felt by her married pussy.

Once Evan began to calm himself, he looked down at Heather slowly and removed his glazed throbbing monster.  Heather immediately dove into Amanda, sucking, licking, all geared toward catching every drop of Evan left behind.    

I immediately leaned over and kissed Amanda deeply so that she would know I wanted this just as much and loved her more than ever.

Heather, now with a mouth full of my wife and her husband’s fluids, demonstrated her gratefulness by swallowing every ounce.  Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved back into the water next to me.  She laid against my chest and closed her eyes from the exhaustive fucking.  I watched Heather attend to Evan’s cock, taking an unexpected length into her throat as if she required his cock to breathe.

Heather and Evan eased back into the water and began small talk, thanking us for such an amazing evening.  Amanda smiled, agreed it was incredible and that she would need some time to recover.  We laughed and parted with an agreement to set up another date night with the four of us.

As they hugged us goodbye, Heather grabbed one last kiss from my wife. 

I walked them to the door and told them bye, hugging Heather and shaking Evan’s hand.  I locked the door, turned to my wife, finding her still trying to comprehend the evening's events.  I pulled her close, hugged and kissed her, and reaffirmed my desires and thankfulness that she’s such an amazing wife.