I watched as my wife dove into the ‘hotwife’ world in a similar manner to me. Our first experience, or exposure, to this life sparked a curiosity. That curiosity grew into fantasy for both of us as we continued exploring captioned porn together. There were so many conversations I never expected to have with my wife, and we would both end up aroused afterward. Our sex life was better than it had ever been, and that's not to say it was bad before.

I often thought about how back when I watched porn alone, I would imagine my wife in those scenarios, putting on a show, teasing, and taking on two men at the same time, but now she was watching it alongside me, no doubt imagining herself as that woman, getting all that attention and picturing the sensations that each image or video portrayed.

Over the last couple of months since our first incident, she had started to dress sexier around the house, leaving her bra off and wearing sheer thongs, if any at all. There were a few instances where she was dressed ‘up’ for me and a friend would be at the door, coming over for the game, passing by if they were in the area, or picking something up from me. I was waiting for the day that she wouldn't run off to hide in our room. I often dared her to open up the door for one of them like that, but she was simply not ready for something like that.

She was always open to the roleplaying, and, through the process, I had even learned which of my friends turned her on the most. Their names would come up often in her roleplaying, and her arousal was much more apparent with certain names. Our roleplaying had even extended out in public, like the one night she texted me that she caught our friend Mitch looking up her skirt and that she had forgotten her panties at home. I knew neither was true, but I thoroughly enjoyed the playfulness of it all, and it was clear her nipples had hardened under her bra as we texted that night.

Watching porn with my wife became somewhat of a normal thing at home. It was great to set the mood, and we used it as foreplay, often intensifying our sex.

There we were, on a random Tuesday, flipping through the newest posts. I slowly worked the suction cup dildo into her as she stroked me, holding the phone with her other hand. Suddenly she stopped stroking. "What the fuck? I know this girl," she questioned, staring at the image on the screen.

I was confused. We had seen her posts so many times, and I was not sure why now she recognized her from somewhere.

"She posts a lot; are you sure that's not how you recognize her?" I asked, wanting the stroking to continue as she analyzed the GIF of this girl in a golf cart, stroking the guy in the passenger seat and biting her lower lip. She was staring right at the camera, as if she was putting on a show for someone.

“Um, I guess,” Mindy said softly as she clicked into the profile, “ohh!”

“Yeah, it’s that girl,” I said, knowing we had role-played a caption she posted. In the post, her white dress hung loose as a nipple started to slip. The caption read, ‘Baby, you are practically naked for us either way. Go ahead and let it slip off both shoulders.’

When she first posted that, Mindy and I had role-played her playing truth or dare with our friend Kyle.

She scrolled around her posts, amazed at her discovery that this woman was an amateur that posted often. She started laughing hard when she realized, “I think we watch too much porn. It’s totally from here that I recognized her,” she admitted as she resumed stroking me. “She is, like, real though,” she said, sounding intrigued.

“Yeah, that’s Christy; she posts things she and her husband do,” I admitted. “Her page is one of my favorites because she’s not just a random porn star.”

“Ohh,” Mindy simply responded, tightening her grip on me, “I can see how that’s hot,” she admitted, scrolling through a series of golf pictures where her pussy flashed up her skirt and her nipples would show through her tight shirt. In one, she had sat on their friend's lap, and the husband was driving the cart.

“Looks like they take his friends out on the course to enjoy his wife,” she said without turning to me.

“You can read,” I joked, as the captions clearly illustrated it all.

“That’s so hot. She gets to be the center of attention, and their wives probably have no idea she’s out golfing with their husbands.”

“That might be why most of the guys heads are cropped out,” I pointed out, knowing well that was the point. “Maybe you can come out with us next time we play,” I suggested.

She smiled and playfully slapped my shoulder before grabbing my cock again and continuing to stroke. “It’s cool that she has a page here, though. Would you,” she hesitated, “like, be into me posting pictures here?”

I nearly burst in her hand, purposely making my cock throb, wanting her to feel how aroused hearing her suggest that was for me.

I looked at her questioningly. “I would not stop refreshing it to read all the comments; we should roleplay that one day,” I suggested.

Mindy was on a mission as she closed the site and opened our secure folder that had all the pictures of her I had saved. About a week ago, she had walked around the house braless in a low-cut blouse, telling me she was going to wear that around my friends. We had fun with it that night, and she even posed for a few pictures. She dared me to send them to my friends, but I knew she didn’t mean it.

“How about this one?” she asked, showing me one where she was tugging down the middle of her blouse. Her tits looked so perfectly perky in the shot, but I didn’t think she was serious.

“You look so good there. I can't imagine all the comments it would generate,” I teased as I started pushing the dildo in deeper.

She clearly liked it, as I watched her create a new post and pull the picture up. I knew she was teasing me, and she even pulled up the caption tool. I pushed my thumb over her clit as she sat there thinking.

I could have sworn I heard a soft moan as she started typing, ‘More? If I show more, you’ll see my nipples. Honey, are you ok with your buddies seeing your wife’s nipples?’

Before I could even say anything, she clicked post, and up it went.

“Fuck,” I grunted as she took hold of my cock and started stroking again.

“That was such a rush,” she admitted as she guided the toy out of her and rolled over top of me. “I feel nervous but also so horny,” she said as she guided me into her.

“You are basically married to a porn star now,” she joked as she found her rhythm, easily taking me all the way.

“I can’t believe you just did that. You actually posted it,” my cock throbbed inside her.

I was enjoying how wet she was. My hand caressed her tits as I felt her rock-hard nipples on my palms.

“It’s not like you can tell that it’s me,” she smiled. “Maybe we can take some good pictures another day and post some more,” she continued as she picked up the pace. I hadn’t been inside her for more than 3 minutes, and she seemed close to cumming.

“You can even show them to your friends,” she moaned, “or send them the link,” she said as her pussy contracted.

I wanted to finish with her, so I let go, shooting ropes of cum deep into my wife as I pulled her from her hips.

“Just don’t let them know it’s me,” she said, totally imagining it as she collapsed over my chest, kissing me softly on the lips as she looked into my soul.

I was definitely in awe, admiring her glow, as she shyly looked away from me. “I would be into posting more there if you want to show me off like that,” she admitted.

“Babe, that's so hot! I don’t know about showing my friends, but the idea of you having those images out there is sexy to me. I think we should create a different account for you, though, where you only post your own pictures. I have a bunch of reposted stuff on mine, and it will just get lost in the shuffle.

The post took off. I was nervous as it gained more and more traction, hoping no one might recognize the sink and mirror in the background. For the next couple of weeks, we would both often check her page for new activity, reading the comments about her nipples and how men wished their wives were into this kind of play. I felt so lucky that she was open to this and how far along we had come. She even started leaving her bra at home when we would go out on date nights, feeling confident in showing off in public. She teased me that she had to live up to the porn star expectations now that she was mainstream, but I knew she was always nervous we might run into someone we know.

We both enjoyed the looks she started getting, and one night, a bartender handed her a free drink, smiling at her. That night, she didn’t shy away from the attention, and I guess the conversation was a bit flirty between them. “He was just being nice,” she reasoned with me. I knew she had too many margaritas that night and was feeling it. Needless to say, I was very into the show she was putting on for him, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted him to come over so both could put on a show for me.

The next post came while I was at a friend's house playing poker. My phone buzzed, and my wife had texted me, ‘CHECK THE PAGE.’

I left the table to make myself a fresh drink, and my jaw nearly hit the table as I opened the page in private. I almost dropped the bottle onto the floor as my gaze was locked in on my phone. The image was of Mindy in our bed; her ass was out of the covers, and her white thong was wedged deep into her perfect ass. The caption read, ‘Dare: Wear a thong to sleep when guests are over. Bonus: Have hubby show them’.

It was quickly getting a ton of likes and comments. She texted me, excited about the post and the attention it got. Then she admitted to cumming on her vibrator while reading the comments.

“Imagine if you hosted poker here, babe,” she teased. “Would you invite anyone into our room to check me out? Maybe feel me up? Maybe more?”

I was instantly battling an erection as I replied, “Careful what you wish for. I am totally bringing up the idea tonight. Our house has a better terrace to host, too,” I pointed out.

“MY PUSSY IS ON THE FUCKING INTERNET,” she wrote. “I know you didn’t miss how sheer the thong is. It actually looks so hot!”

“You have no idea how hard I am. I think I want to blow the game so I can head home sooner.”

“Do it! I’ll be the hotwife passed out with her ass exposed. Careful my husband doesn’t catch you feeling me up.”

True to her word, she was lying in bed, clearly pretending to be asleep when I walked in. I pulled the covers back softly, exposing her sheer thong, noticing that she had changed into a fully sheer thong, exposing her entire pussy. I was aroused, checking out my wife through the eyes of another man as I wondered what my friends might think or do if they were in my shoes. Her pussy was wet and marked the thong right over her opening. I pulled the top off slowly, exposing her bare tits, slowly caressing her, leaving a trail of goosebumps everywhere I touched. Her nipples stood at attention as I started stroking myself under my shorts.

She twitched when my finger softly trailed her pussy over the thin fabric, but she didn’t budge. I easily pulled the thong off to the side, exposing her bare lips, and slid my fingers over her slickness before parting her lips.

I was more into this than I thought, and I pulled my cock out, letting my shorts hit the floor. Inching closer, I placed my bare cock on her hand, and she lazily wrapped her fingers around it. I started thrusting my cock over her hand slowly as I played with her pussy.

She twitched but continued to sleep, so I slipped my cock out of her hand and shifted towards her mouth, playing with the tip around her lips before I felt her tongue slightly slip out. I pushed into her mouth, and she still pretended she was asleep.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she would react the same way if she knew it wasn’t me.

I decided to play along and snapped a picture of my cock in her mouth. I took a few pictures of her pussy close up with the thong off to the side, then I covered her back up and walked out of the room.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in the living room, expecting her to come out, but she didn’t.

My phone pinged, and I noticed a text from her: ‘I need you to come in here and fuck me. Mike just crept in here and thought I was asleep. I felt nervous waking up when I noticed it wasn’t you, and he pulled the covers off. He totally slipped my thong aside and took pictures. I didn't dare move; plus, it was kind of hot being exposed to him. Then he kind of put his cock on my hand. I may or may not have felt him slide it in my mouth for a while. Anyways, kick your friends out and come fuck your wife. Please!’

I walked in on her fingering herself and jumped into bed. I wish I could have told you that I fucked her better than I ever had before, but the truth is I finished quicker than I wanted to. She kept egging me on, telling me how horny it made her that he would use her like that, causing me to explode.

I was floating on cloud nine the following day at work as we texted.

Mindy: I have been so wet all day. Last night was hot!!!

Me: It was too hot. I didn’t last very long. lol

Mindy: I know, but that kind of turned me on more. It was sexy that you were so into it too, letting Mike put his cock in my mouth and all. What if he came? lol

Me: I hope you would have brushed your teeth before we fucked then. lol

Mindy: Who said he would have finished in my mouth? Remember he had my thong pulled aside. (;

Me: Fuck, that's kind of hot!

I sent her the images I had taken, which I realized she never saw.

Mindy: Ohh, I LOVE these, but a warning would have been nice. I opened this at work! Also… his dick kinda looks similar to yours… lol

Me: You might have gotten yourself a raise if they saw it.

Mindy: Check my page!

I quickly opened her page, wondering if she had posted the images. “Fuck,” I grunted, knowing that no one in my office could see my phone as I admired the same photo I had shared with her. I couldn’t believe my wife’s bare pussy was posted online. Seeing the image surrounded by the graphics of the website made it sexier for me. I knew there were other people looking at her, hungrily, fantasizing about my wife.

The caption read, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have left my door cracked open during poker night. It seems Mike found something else to play with while my husband and his friends continued the poker game.”

I couldn’t help but smile, pushing down on my erection. I desperately wanted to take it out and relieve myself right there, but I had to control myself as the arousal built up with every passing second.

The page refreshed with a new post. My wife had taken a selfie up her skirt, showing her bare pussy as she leaned back in her office chair. Her thong draped casually over her thigh, and she captioned it, “Do you think any of the guys in my office will notice?”

I felt my cock respond as I rolled myself tighter to my desk, grabbing my erection tightly over my pants. I was throbbing under my desk, and no one passing by had a clue I was watching as my wife posted her nudes online.

Me: Careful that Mason doesn’t catch a flash up your skirt. That was so hot to see it posted live. I kind of like finding out that way. lol

Mindy: I knew you would. lol. I feel nervous doing this, but I am too turned on for my own good right now. What have you done to me…?

Me: I set you free, babe. Your pussy is too hot to not show it off. You are already getting a few comments.

I didn’t hear from her for a while, and I figured she got caught up or had to step into a meeting, but it was fun texting her like that during work hours.

It wasn’t until after lunch hours that she started texting again.

Mindy: This is not happening to me! I am so fucking embarrassed!!!!!!

Me: WTF, what happened?

I felt my body tense, hoping she didn't get caught at work or that someone noticed her watching ‘porn’ at her desk.

Mindy: He saw, babe! Mason saw up my skirt. I was way too comfortable for someone not wearing panties at work, and he fucking saw!!!!

Me: That's kind of hot. lol. I am sure he isn’t going to say anything about it, babe. How do you know he saw?

Mindy: Because he just told me at lunch! We go out all the time since I work with him so much, so I didn't think much of it. Then we were sitting there waiting for the food, and he told me I needed to be more careful at the office. I was so confused, but he told me he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.

Me: Oh, fuck.

Mindy: Ohh, fuck is right! At least he seemed cool about it. It was weird talking to him about that, and I lied, telling him I forgot to put them on this morning. I couldn’t necessarily tell him I took them off on purpose to post my pussy online. My husband and I both love it. lol

Me: Well, at least he isn’t a creepy dude, and he seems to be cool about it.

Mindy: He was definitely trying to get more looks while we ate. I guess I can't blame him. lol

Me: See if he wants to go to happy hour today.

Mindy: I seriously never know if you are kidding or not, but you and I should go for drinks after work. Either way, he is a little too old for my taste. Lol

Me: I'm up for drinks later. Leave your thong off.

Mindy: It’s a date!

I got busy at the office and didn’t check my phone too much as the end of the day neared.

Mindy: I'm heading to SoHo Bar; see you there. I have updates for you!

Me: Ohh boy, see you there, babe.

She had a huge grin when I walked in. She was sitting at a tall table and parted her legs for me as I got closer. I smiled and kissed her. “I see you have kept them off.”

“Since I took that picture for you,” she confessed, “you are going to need a drink, and I need a refill.”

She waved the waiter over, and we both ordered drinks, talking about work as we waited.

She admitted that she had fun and felt free not wearing panties in public. She said she had a newfound confidence being out like this, and it honestly showed.

Our drinks arrived, and we cheered, “OK, so he saw my pussy,” she giggled.

“I know, the lucky bastard caught you off guard,” I said.

“No, babe,” she paused with a wicked smile, taking the last sip of her drink. “I let him look again,” she admitted, hiding behind the glass as she turned red.

I was in shock, and I wasn’t sure if she was messing with me until, “It was straight out of a porno, I swear,” she said excitedly as I felt my cock twitch.

I gestured for her to continue. “Ok,” she adjusted in her seat, “so we had our lunch or whatever, and I couldn't stop thinking about how he knew I wasn’t wearing panties today, right? So I totally noticed him talking to me more throughout the day and glancing down at my skirt when I would turn to him.”

“I swear it seemed like he wanted to ask me to show him more, but he is married, and it’s work, so he didn’t want to get in trouble either, right?” she explained, and I nodded in agreement.

“So, I,” she paused, “I just went for it and just spread my legs a bit,” she said as she blushed so hard her chest even turned red.

She saw my amusement and leaned in, whispering, “Babe, it was so fucking hot. He just stared and smiled at me as I showed myself off to him,” she said enthusiastically. “I even lifted my skirt up at one point when I noticed he was hard.”

“Fuck, a lot happened today,” I managed.

“I know, I am such a hotwife,” she teased.

“I love you, babe, and you may be a hot wife, my hot wife,” I clarified, “but you aren’t a ‘hotwife,’” I teased her using air quotes.

“Not yet,” she shot back, “but flashing him turned me on so much,” she bit her lower lip, “maybe you are turning me into a hotwife.”

I was so turned on. At the very least, this confirmed she was at least seriously thinking about it.

“He ended up rolling over to my desk. I thought he was going to touch me, and I was so turned on I am not sure I was ready to stop him,” she said wide-eyed. He whispered how hot I was, and,” she shyly looked away, “I have heard you say it to me, but it's different when it's not your husband saying that your pussy is sexy. He said it was a porn star pussy,” she giggled, knowing that’s what I have also referred to it as.

“I told you it’s too hot not to show it off,” I teased her as I felt my erection throbbing. I did my best to hide it, feeling rather exposed at the table we were sitting at. I pulled up on her skirt, not enough to flash anyone, but definitely making it shorter, and she didn’t even flinch.

We continued talking about her experience as we finished up our drinks. If only he knew she was confessing it all to a willing husband.

Mindy and I had drinks at a few bars, chasing the happy hour deals until there were no more.

I suggested going to a bar that often has live music. We knew a few of the regulars there, which I guess made us regulars too, but she was not feeling it.

“I think it might be fun to go somewhere dark, where no one would really recognize us. I am feeling playful,” she teased.

I thought for a second before she suggested, “Strip clubs are dark and sexy, and hopefully no one we know is there tonight,” innocently looking down at the floor with a smile.

It had been a fantasy of mine to go with her, watch her maybe showing off, and in extreme cases, getting up on stage and stripping for a crowd of strangers.

I quickly agreed, and she suggested stopping by the house to shower, change, and maybe have a few drinks in the process.

I had a pep in my step, getting ready to go out to a strip club with my wife, watching her do her makeup in her beige sheer bra and thong set. The color practically blended with her skin tone, and I was semi-hard the entire time I watched her, wondering what kind of trouble we might find ourselves in.

I was working on my third whiskey when she came out towards the living room. “Ready?” she asked sexily.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I eyed her up and down. Tall black heels, a short black skirt, and a light pink button-down that was sheer enough to show off her bra, and in the brightly lit room, her nipples were noticeable if you looked long enough, and I did.

“Fuck, you look hot,” I compliment her, walking over to her to hold her and kiss her.

“I had on pigtails, but I didn’t want to push it,” she giggled. “I looked too slutty.”

“You would have had the guys at the club begging you for a private dance,” I said proudly.

“Hm,” she pondered, “I didn’t think about that.” I noticed her space out momentarily, likely thinking what it might be like to give a stranger a lap dance at the club.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and she groaned, “You would like that, wouldn’t you, those dirty old men begging to fuck your wife?” she teased.

I couldn’t help but smile as she continued, “Lucky for you, I am not like that. I will never fuck another man in a club like that,” she smiled. “We would bring him home so you can watch me play with him.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond, but my face surely said it all as she grabbed my hand and led me out. “The Uber is here,” she pointed out.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he saw my wife walking into his car. The bastard tilted his rearview mirror down, but much to his dismay, she shifted over behind his seat where he wouldn’t be able to see.

“Looks like a fun night,” he said, smiling at us as he noticed the destination. We all laughed as we made small talk. Mindy pulled my hand up her skirt, where I teased her a while before tugging her thong aside and diving in. She was wet, just as I had expected. It was fun feeling her up as we all had a casual conversation about strip clubs and listened to his wild Uber stories about picking up riders from strip joints.

I was actually nervous that we might find one of our single friends enjoying himself at the strip club, but that was not the case. It was a packed night with a range of ages in the crowd as we both watched the men noticing her one by one. She was strutting around with a confidence like never before. Mindy knew she would get this attention despite fully naked women walking around the place.

I felt lucky to be there with her, knowing most men would probably kill for their wife or girlfriend to be into drinking at a strip club with them, and here I was with my wife dressed just slightly more covered than some dancers.

“You guys look like fun,” a hot blonde dancer said to my wife as we waited on our drinks by the bar. She introduced herself as Mindy and explained we were just out on a date night, having fun, and that the night had led us in here. It was an odd feeling, watching my wife talk to this smoking hot dancer, dressed in a tiny neon pink thong and matching bra. Her nipple mostly out, undoubtedly on purpose to tease the guys. “Well, I am Stacy. I will be around if you guys want a couples lap dance with me later,” she said, smiling, and then leaned in to whisper something to my wife.

Mindy smiled and laughed as Stacy made her way past us onto other guests. I signed for the drinks, and we made our way to a booth in a dark corner of the club. It was perfectly situated away from the stage and lights while still giving us a view of the entire place.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“She said that you are hot,” she giggled, “and she told me it would make her day if I were to take my boring bra off.” Her eyebrows shot up in amusement.

“She totally wants to fuck us,” I joked.

She immediately pushed me softly. “I thought we were here for me,” she pointed out, looking out to the club as a few men had turned away from the stage and were clearly talking about my wife.

My hand made its way to her thighs, hidden by the table as we were both tucked in to the middle of the booth. “So who would you want to take home?” I teased.

She scouted the room as my fingers pushed into her soft thong, pushing onto her clit. “That older gentleman looks kind of fun. He has been staring at me the whole time,” she smiled. “That guy is kind of hot, in like a cowboy kind of way,” she said, feigning a southern drawl. “I bet he could fuck the shit out of me,” she giggled.

I enjoyed this game as I felt her start to part her legs more for me.

“Maybe I can try some chocolate for the first time,” she said, and I felt her pussy contract as she did.

“That would be hot,” I admitted, not filtering my response. She was staring at the jacked Black guy sitting at a table near the stage.

She reached over and grabbed my erection over my shorts. “I think I am ready to take my bra off,” she said, staring right into my eyes, “is that ok with you?”

I smiled and flexed my erection. “Go to the bathroom and put it in your purse, then walk to the bar and order me another beer. Get yourself one if you are ready for another drink,” I suggested.

She smiled, leaned in to kiss me, and shifted out of the booth, catching a few looks as the shimmy made her skirt roll up. I can only imagine that someone caught a decent view up her skirt.

I watched nearly every man check her out as she passed them, making her way towards the bathroom.

I got a text: ‘Fuck, this is so obvious, but Stacy followed me in and said it wouldn’t be the first time a couple did something like this.’

I couldn't help but smile, and I looked up. I was surprised at how long she had taken to just slip her bra off and figured she got stuck talking to the dancer. That's when I noticed Stacy at the bar, talking to my wife.

I felt my cock shoot up instantly. Mindy’s nipples were so visible under the neon lights, and the guys around the bar were not missing out. Stacy was protecting her as a few men went up to talk to her, no doubt to get closer to my wife, the civilian with her nipples showing.

Another text lit up my phone on the table. ‘This is so weird, to be so exposed,’ she wrote. ‘I hope you are ok with me getting all this attention. I have already been asked twice for a dance.’

‘How much?’ I jokingly wrote back.

She looked over at me and stuck her tongue out from a distance. I watched her grab her drink and say her goodbyes to Stacy and the guys around her. They all sighed and looked visibly disappointed.

I found it amusing but was instantly on alert as I saw an older gentleman grab her arm and lean into Mindy to tell her something. I nearly got up, and I might have if it were not for my erection.

She smiled, leaving me at ease as they exchanged a few words. I watched him turn around as she walked away from him, admiring her ass.

“Make that three guys that asked me for a private dance,” she smiled, handing me my beer as she got to the table. “Only that guy offered me a fucking grand.”

I didn’t believe her at first, but she kept talking about what the girls do back there and how one thousand dollars was outrageous for just grinding on him a little.

‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself, ‘he really offered that much. Would she’?

“Anyways,” she said, snapping me out of my haze, “the drinks were free; the bachelor’s friend there paid for them,” she said, raising her margarita towards the bar, where I noticed two guys slightly younger than us smiling at her and raising their glasses in response.

“You've made so many friends already,” I teased, massaging her thighs. I admired her hard nipples as they seemingly tried to pierce through her shirt. I was secretly hoping they would push right through the fabric and expose her a bit more.

“I don't know why single girls don’t come here; it’s fun to be a little slutty. I mean, the dancers have their pussies out as they walk around; it makes my outfit seem so tame. Plus, if someone was trying to get laid, this place is filled with horny guys,” she said.

“Well, with your hard nipples showing, it looks like you might be trying to get laid yourself,” I teased her.

We enjoyed a few drinks and watched the dancers as the men in the club kept looking over or passing by our table on the way to the bar, no doubt to catch a glimpse of my wife. A few managed a look up her skirt, but it was so dark that I doubt they were able to see much through her sheer thong.

Stacy scared the crap out of us when she quickly plopped down next to my wife. I was fingering her with her thong off to the side, and she had her hand down my shorts, stroking me. I was sure we were going to get in trouble.

“Ohh, that’s hot,” she smiled as my wife slipped her hand out of my shorts and I slowly slipped out of her pussy, resting my hand on her thighs, pretending it was just there this whole time. “Wait until I tell Mike what you two have been up to in your little corner,” she said, resting her hand over mine on my wife’s thigh, caressing us both.

They both laughed. “That’s the groom that was hitting on me,” my wife informed me.

“Ahh, considering the round of drinks he sent over, I am surprised he hasn’t come to introduce himself,” I said, chuckling.

“That’s interesting of you to say,” Stacy said, leaning towards me. “Scoot,” she shouted at me, climbing over my wife to sit between us both.

I noticed her hand on my wife’s thigh, but she was mostly turned towards me. “Your wife here was getting a lot of attention at the bar. Does it bother you that the guys were hitting on her?” she asked so boldly.

I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I did smile, “Well, she’s sexy, so I don’t blame them. She looks hot showing off, so what’s a little flirting?” I said.

“Girl,” she exclaimed, turning towards my wife, “I knew you guys were swingers,” she said, giggling.

“We aren’t swingers,” my wife said, laughing. “This is the first time we’ve done anything like this, really,” she added.

A grin spread over Cindy, the dancer's face. “Um,” she started, as she leaned closer to me, then slid her bare leg over mine, “would you be ok if I played matchmaker, and,” she slid over my lap, grinding her bare ass, only covered by her tiny thong, over my already hard cock, “maybe invited Mike and his friend over to this table?” she asked, grinning hard against me as my wife watched, amused.

I looked over at Mindy to gauge her response. “That’s totally up to you, babe,” she said.

Cindy looked at me, waiting for a response. “He is cool people and comes around pretty often, actually,” she said as she guided my hands up towards her tits and under the outrageously tiny bra.

“Ohh,” was all I managed as my wife watched me feel up the dancer in front of her.

“You will love him,” the dancer moaned towards my wife as I lost myself in the moment. I barely noticed her slip her hand to the edge of my jeans until she eased her hand under my boxers and her fingers traced my bare cock.

My wife had no idea she was touching me there as they talked. “He has a huge cock,” I heard Cindy say, and I would soon find out that she was referring to the bachelor and not me. She slipped off my lap and swayed her ass, making her way towards the bachelor and his friend.

“Is this really happening?” my wife asked me excitedly. “I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, but I think he is actually kind of cute,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

I shifted over towards her and grabbed her thigh, squeezing it hard. “I want to watch you have fun and enjoy yourself, babe, whatever that means for you,” I said, leaning in to kiss her.

It all hit me at once as I watched them all walking towards the table. Everything leading up to this was either role-play, or I was simply not around and just heard about it after. There was a mix of excitement and nerves as I couldn't help but feel as though I was handing over my wife to this stranger.

Our first experience sharing her would prove to be a night to remember, and I hope you all enjoy reading about it in the next chapter.