The very first time I watched KK do anything sexual with another man is still a vivid memory.
We started down the hot wife road in earnest by building up on pillow-talk and role-play, followed by ‘soft’ stuff, like having sex while being watched, same-room soft swinging with other couples, and flirting play at bars and clubs.
None of it involved any actual contact between KK and another guy. The first material event took place at a get-together with two other couples, for same-room soft swing play. The six of us were in the hot tub, nude, drinking wine and smoking pot, making out with our individual spouses. While I was kissing KK, one of the men decided to cop a feel of KK’s tits. I watched him pinch and tweak KK’s nipples, until he decided to go lower for the pussy prize and KK stopped him by grabbing his wrist.
I recall the distinct conflict of feelings; how erotic it was, and how simultaneously disturbing to know that KK was being fondled by another man. I got so excited I spurted cum spontaneously, without being touched.
The next round was bolder, more edgy. I contracted a photographer to do some boudoir pictures for our anniversary. The session was only booked for one hour - it turned into two, as KK was getting into showing off for the camera, and the photographer was obviously interested in more than shooting the session. Things devolved into KK giving the photographer a hand-job, and letting him cum on her tits.
As that session morphed into something sexual between KK and the photographer, I again experienced the conflicted emotions of lust and jealousy. In the moments that KK had the guy spurting jazz on her big boobs, I lost it, drooling out a load in my boxers while I watched her jack his cock.
The “real deal,” our first true open hot wife experience was spontaneous. KK brought a guy she picked up from the hotel bar back to our suite, just as I was finishing a conference call. She was a little ......, inhibitions and guard down, and it was as if I wasn’t even in the room. KK fucked the guy like a sex-starved little whore!
I felt nauseous, hot, like I might pass out, and the mix of feelings included desire, lust, disgust, rage, jealousy, and sadness. Even though I’d fantasized about it for years, and wanted KK to fuck another guy while I watched, nothing prepared me for the reality of actually seeing it happen. At a point during the action, I blew my load, again hands-free, from the excitement of watching KK do all the nasty things I’d imagined live, right in front of me.