So, there are lots of accounts of hot wives in action, and lots of accounts from husbands, and a few from wives thinking about taking the step. There are not that many “transition” stories.
In bed last night, KK and I were playing and talking about the upcoming New Year’s Eve possibilities, which brought back a fond memory for both of us.
About two years before we had our first actual hot wife experience, in a time frame when the fantasy was extraordinarily hot and frequent, but we hadn’t really acted on it, we had a “close encounter.”
KK and I happened to be traveling over the holiday period, and we found ourselves in Dallas. Some friends invited us to spend New Year’s Eve with them at a gala event at the Ritz-Carlton. I reserved a suite, and event tickets.
KK had to have a new outfit, including a dress, shoes and accessories for the event. I indulged her, because it was going to be our first “big deal” New Year’s Eve event since the last kid left home for college.
We ended up in a boutique in North Dallas to shop for lingerie for KK. I managed to talk her into a totally inappropriate piece, a black lace bustier, matching garter, and stockings. I tried to talk her into forgoing the panties, but she ended up with a matching pair on her insistence.
In the mid-afternoon on New Year’s Eve, we checked in at the Ritz. The corner opposite the bed was two large window-walls, looking out onto the downtown Dallas skyline.
Hotels make KK feel amorous - within fifteen minutes, we were both naked, enjoying what KK calls “dirty married sex” - teasing, sucking, touching, fucking and just enjoying the moment. Of course, I was whispering naughty things in her ear, asking her if she was going to get fucked by a big, hard cock in the elevator, or show her pussy to a group of strangers, and so on. KK finally had a massive orgasm as I was suggesting that a stranger was going to strip her out of her party dress, and fuck her from behind while we all watched. When my wife caught her breath, she spun around and sucked her juices off of my cock, giving me a nasty, hot blow-job, and finally making me cum all over her face. She followed that by scooping up all my cum and licking it from her fingers. After that, it was, “I’m going to go get cleaned up and ready to party!”
I turned on the TV while KK took control of the bathroom. About an hour later, she came out, wrapped in a towel - she had already done her hair and make-up, and she asked me to help her get dressed. I found the bag with her lingerie, and took it out. I helped her get zipped and tied into the sexy bustier. It was very flattering, pushing up her lovely tits, forming wonderful cleavage, and it came down to her hip-line. I told her how sexy she looked, and I was hard again. My wife discouraged that, saying “You don’t want to make us late, do you? You still have to get ready…”
I teased her about the panties, almost getting down on my knees and begging her not to wear them. KK finally acceded to my pleading, and said, “OK, you naughty boy. Commando it is, but just this once!” I watched her put on her stockings, and clip the garters to the lace tops, then she stepped into her heels, shiny, black, so tall I wondered if she was going to be able to walk in them. My wife was a vision, standing there in that hot bustier, no panties, stockings and heels - a living doll!
The dress she’d picked out was equally hot - a knee-length thing with a slit up one side, and a nearly transparent panel at the bust line - black, sexy, and classy, revealing but not slutty.
Once I had her zipped into the dress I went to get ready. I rushed through my shower, mostly to avoid the temptation to jack off, because KK had me so worked up. I got dried off, into my suit, and had her help me with my tie. Then we were off to meet our friends for dinner, drinks, and dancing.
We met Erica and Mack, whom we’ve known for years, and some friends of theirs, Paula and Ed.
The dinner was uneventful, but fun. Paula and Ed were nice, conversant, and both attractive. KK was very flirty with Ed, I think in part because she was enjoying the annoyance factor for Paula. We enjoyed an after-dinner drink, then went on to the ballroom to dance and party. (continued in the reply)
In bed last night, KK and I were playing and talking about the upcoming New Year’s Eve possibilities, which brought back a fond memory for both of us.
About two years before we had our first actual hot wife experience, in a time frame when the fantasy was extraordinarily hot and frequent, but we hadn’t really acted on it, we had a “close encounter.”
KK and I happened to be traveling over the holiday period, and we found ourselves in Dallas. Some friends invited us to spend New Year’s Eve with them at a gala event at the Ritz-Carlton. I reserved a suite, and event tickets.
KK had to have a new outfit, including a dress, shoes and accessories for the event. I indulged her, because it was going to be our first “big deal” New Year’s Eve event since the last kid left home for college.
We ended up in a boutique in North Dallas to shop for lingerie for KK. I managed to talk her into a totally inappropriate piece, a black lace bustier, matching garter, and stockings. I tried to talk her into forgoing the panties, but she ended up with a matching pair on her insistence.
In the mid-afternoon on New Year’s Eve, we checked in at the Ritz. The corner opposite the bed was two large window-walls, looking out onto the downtown Dallas skyline.
Hotels make KK feel amorous - within fifteen minutes, we were both naked, enjoying what KK calls “dirty married sex” - teasing, sucking, touching, fucking and just enjoying the moment. Of course, I was whispering naughty things in her ear, asking her if she was going to get fucked by a big, hard cock in the elevator, or show her pussy to a group of strangers, and so on. KK finally had a massive orgasm as I was suggesting that a stranger was going to strip her out of her party dress, and fuck her from behind while we all watched. When my wife caught her breath, she spun around and sucked her juices off of my cock, giving me a nasty, hot blow-job, and finally making me cum all over her face. She followed that by scooping up all my cum and licking it from her fingers. After that, it was, “I’m going to go get cleaned up and ready to party!”
I turned on the TV while KK took control of the bathroom. About an hour later, she came out, wrapped in a towel - she had already done her hair and make-up, and she asked me to help her get dressed. I found the bag with her lingerie, and took it out. I helped her get zipped and tied into the sexy bustier. It was very flattering, pushing up her lovely tits, forming wonderful cleavage, and it came down to her hip-line. I told her how sexy she looked, and I was hard again. My wife discouraged that, saying “You don’t want to make us late, do you? You still have to get ready…”
I teased her about the panties, almost getting down on my knees and begging her not to wear them. KK finally acceded to my pleading, and said, “OK, you naughty boy. Commando it is, but just this once!” I watched her put on her stockings, and clip the garters to the lace tops, then she stepped into her heels, shiny, black, so tall I wondered if she was going to be able to walk in them. My wife was a vision, standing there in that hot bustier, no panties, stockings and heels - a living doll!
The dress she’d picked out was equally hot - a knee-length thing with a slit up one side, and a nearly transparent panel at the bust line - black, sexy, and classy, revealing but not slutty.
Once I had her zipped into the dress I went to get ready. I rushed through my shower, mostly to avoid the temptation to jack off, because KK had me so worked up. I got dried off, into my suit, and had her help me with my tie. Then we were off to meet our friends for dinner, drinks, and dancing.
We met Erica and Mack, whom we’ve known for years, and some friends of theirs, Paula and Ed.
The dinner was uneventful, but fun. Paula and Ed were nice, conversant, and both attractive. KK was very flirty with Ed, I think in part because she was enjoying the annoyance factor for Paula. We enjoyed an after-dinner drink, then went on to the ballroom to dance and party. (continued in the reply)