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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-watching.The day arrived when I would finally get to watch Anne make love to another man, and I was a ball of nervous energy from the moment we woke up until we started our drive to the hotel. After getting our kids to her parents for the night, she had spent a lot of time making herself look extra sexy, which of course, I had no problem with. She had decided on a short, sleeveless black dress, with black fishnet stockings, and her black and white polka-dot high heels, which I had always found sexy. The dress and stockings were, hilariously, part of a Halloween costume from the prior year. It came as a packaged outfit called something like “Sexy Vampire” along with some other accouterments. My wife won “sexiest costume” at the party that year, in part because of the great job we did with her makeup. But I think the fact that her muscular, but ample butt wanted to break out of that dress, also had a lot of sway with the male judges.Once my wife had squeezed herself into her outfit, we were ready to go. We were staying the night, but Chad had a brief window of opportunity to sneak out. My wife had chosen to ride to the “date” in her sexy attire because the hotel we had chosen was about an hour away, and we figured we would probably not run into anyone we knew. On the way to our “meeting,” we tried to make normal husband and wife small talk, but eventually, the conversation came back to that night.My wife said, “I have a question, and I want you to answer me honestly. Are you sure this is what you want?”I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I replied, “Yes babe. I have fantasized about this for so long. Are you still sure that you want to do this?”She quickly replied, “Yes. But I want you to understand something. The only person I love is you, and that won’t change. But you need to believe that because this isn’t going to be like watching some porn. Chad and I have a history, and I still enjoy being with him. And to be blunt, I love the way he makes love to me. So when we are in that hotel room, you need to be OK with the fact that we’re going to kiss, I’m probably going to go down on him, and I might even just throw myself at him. You need to be OK with that.”I replied, “I know. And I am definitely good with everything.”She said, “Cool. I thought so but just wanted to be absolutely sure. Oh, and I wanted to ask one more thing – is it OK if Chad comes inside me? We know what really happened now, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about with birth control. He and I have been together so many times…I just thought it would Ümraniye Escort be weird. But if you want him to use protection, I’m OK.”I said, “Don’t worry baby, he can go in bare. That was always how I had fantasized about it anyway. I have always gotten hard instantly thinking about watching another man pump his load into you. So tell him he’s good to pump you full of as much cum as he wants.” I laughed after this last bit.She sighed and said, “Geez, I love it when you talk so romantically.”And then we both laughed.When we pulled up to the remote motel, I realized that my wife had not been kidding when she said it was a little sketchy. It looked like it hadn’t had a renovation since about 1975. I asked my wife if I should go in, given her current attire and makeup, and she laughed and agreed. I was pleased that they were at least up-to-date enough to use electronic entry cards and wifi, but the room was kind of a dump. Although, the lights were dimmable, which could be useful later on. That also made me wonder how uncommon our visit really was.I had laughed as my wife was attempting to walk on the gravel parking lot in her heels and asked her why she didn’t grab her flip-flops out of the bag. It was then that, hilariously, we realized we had forgotten the bag. Oops! This was worse for her since she would pretty much be dressed as a whore the rest of the time we were here, which I obviously found kind of titillating. Then my wife had an idea. She figured she could call Chad since he was closer, and if he hadn’t left yet, he could bring some things.”Hey babe – it’s me”, my wife spoke into her iPhone.I was not prepared to hear her call another man “babe”. It was kind of exciting in one way because it meant this was all really happening. But at the same time, it made me a little jealous, and whenever I got jealous, my back would sweat. And so, before a cock had even penetrated my wife’s vagina, I was already sweaty. Still, I vowed to persevere, knowing that the pleasure of realizing my ultimate fantasy with my wife would be worth some awkward moments up front.She continued.”Yeah…mmm-hmmm. Ok cool. Could you like, grab a t-shirt or a sweatshirt, and maybe some shorts of sweatpants and some flip-flops or sandals? Ok thanks”, she said.I think she secretly wanted me to hear the next few things she said, but she let on to Chad as if she didn’t. I think she was playing a little game with me, maybe testing me, to see if I could really go through with this.While still on with Chad, she said, “I know, me too. Listen my husband’s here, so…”She looked at me expectantly and muted her phone. I said, “Do you need privacy? I mean, I know what’s going to go on later, and I’m very much into it. But if there’s something…”She cut me off and said, “Oh no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that I wasn’t sure if you’d be Ok with hearing me talk about tonight with him. He’s already on his way, and on the verge of talking a Ümraniye Escort Bayan little, um, dirty about what he wants to have happen. I am trying to get him off the phone, but I don’t want to ruin his mood either. So you can stay, just don’t get too jealous. I’ll get him off the phone in a minute.”I said, “It’s fine. I am honestly turned on listening to you.”She blushed and unmuted her phone. “Sorry”, she said. I could only hear her half of the conversation, but it was definitely going to be a hot night from what I could hear.Then she looked at me as she said, “Yeah, I know. I want you too…wait, you want me to say what? You’re going to have an accident…Ok, but then you need to hang up and focus, or you and your fat cock won’t make it here, ha-ha-ha! And yes ok – I want your fat cock inside me. Badly. Ok, happy now? Mmm-hmmm. Ok, bye!”And with that, she hung up. My dick was rock hard and burning up when she put down her phone.I said, “He made you say that, didn’t he? And you wanted me to hear it. It’s ok, I’m good with it. In fact, I’m more than good.”My wife just nodded, but I decided to show her. I stood up, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my erect cock. My wife’s eyebrows raised. I said, “As long as I get some action once you two have had your way with each other, I’m good. Honestly babe.”And then I kissed her, and we both waited for Chad to arrive.About an hour later my wife’s phone chirped, and she got up to go let Chad in. When he entered the room, I was surprised. I had seen pictures of him but from about fifteen years earlier. He was a few inches shorter than me, with short dark hair, and a thick, stocky build, with lots and lots of tattoos. I could tell that he probably lifted heavy at one time but has let himself go a little in recent years. Anyway, he entered the room, and it was a little awkward. My wife introduced us, and we shook hands. Then my wife turned to Chad and they kissed, on the lips, and hugged. I noticed him grabbing her ass a little, but given the dress that she was wearing, I couldn’t honestly blame him.We had decided to go out for a drink, to talk through any potential awkwardness, and maybe to grab some food. The was a small bar and grill attached to the motel. On the walk over to the bar, my wife got between Chad and me, and held each of our hands. I think she was trying to set a tone, and I kind of liked the gesture. I was a little weirded out, but I went along with it. When we entered the bar, Chad said he had to run to the bathroom. While he was away, I told my wife that I thought it would be hot if she sat next to Chad in the booth where we were to be seated. She asked me if I was sure about that, and I said yes.Over drinks and sandwiches, we made some small talk, and then my wife kind of got to the point. She was sitting next to Chad, grabbed his hand, and reached across the table, and grabbed mine.She said, “Let’s have fun tonight, ok? No jealousy, no Escort Ümraniye pressure.”Then she looked at Chad, smiled, and said, “And you! You just need to have fun and let loose. But please, don’t get serious, ok? This is just fun.”She looked at me, and then back at him, and said, “I love this guy very much, but I still have feelings for this guy (looking at Chad), especially this guy down here (grabbing his crotch).”She laughed, still holding my hand, and Chad and I laughed too. Then he leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t resist but grabbed my hand harder from across the tables. Chad had his tongue down my wife’s throat for a second, until they both remembered where they were. She continued to squeeze my hand, and as he pulled away from her, she shot me a glance that seemed to say, “Remember, you wanted this.”As we finished dinner, we ordered some more drinks and laid down some expectations. Since I was the one who wanted to watch my wife and then get my turn with her, I wanted to make sure Chad was ok if I got naked along with them. He seemed to be cool with that. Then I asked him if he would be ok with me masturbating a little. I had gone over this with my wife and she was fine with it. My thinking was that this whole hookup would be most fun if I could dive right in after Chad finished his first round with my wife. If I could be nude and sort of fluffing myself, that would make that a lot more to our liking.In response, Chad said, “Dude, I’m good with whatever. You’re the one letting me fuck your wife. I should be thanking you!”After a couple of rounds of drinks, we headed back over to the motel. Chad had to be home in a couple of hours, so I figured things would proceed pretty fast from here. My wife was very tipsy, which increased the likelihood of things starting almost immediately.The walk back to our room was going to be a little awkward for my wife, given her “fuck me” heels and her buzzed state. Chad and I took turns carrying her across the parking lot. I held the door, and let Chad carry her into the room. Once in the room, things happened pretty quickly.Chad laid my wife down on the bed and started kissing her, while I dimmed the lights a little. I watched as she kissed him back and reached up to try and simultaneously pull him onto her, while also pulling off his shirt. He was unbuttoning himself first, and then trying to unzip the tight costume dress, but I think because we had all drank a little too much, they were both fumbling a little. I asked both if I could help my wife out of the dress. Both mumbled their approval, as they did not seem keen, at that moment, on removing their tongues from each other’s mouths. This was so hot! I expected to be a little jealous and turned on at the same time, but this was off the charts.Anyway, my wife finally gasped for air and said, “Yeah babe, just get me out!”I had already removed her heels, and I had non-verbally worked out with Chad, an arrangement to sit my wife up, and kind of pull it off over her head. Once off, Chad removed her bra, while I helped her out of her fishnets and panties. I managed to sneak in a quick feel of my wife’s willing pussy. She was extremely wet, and I did find it a little unnerving that she was so wet for another man, who was now mere moments from entering her.
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