Watching My Wife Get Fucked

My wife has her first hotwife experience

My wife Taylor is 33. I am 36. We have a pretty good life. We live in a large American city. We both have good jobs. We have a nice apartment. We do not have any children.

A year ago, while riding my cock, Taylor says Chris, I love you, but I need to confess something - I need a larger cock. I was stunned, as I thought my 7” cock was big enough. She admitted that she had been a size queen since long before meeting me. She still was today. After finishing that night, she engaged me in a bigger discussion of her desire to be a hotwife. Again, I was stunned. We talked more and eventually I rolled over and fell to sleep. I was pissed off, hurt and just overall feeling blindsided.

The next day we did not talk. That night, I slept on the couch. Two days later she tried to talk to me again and I just wasn’t having it. On day three, I gave in and let her speak her mind. I wasn’t really interested in her becoming a hotwife. At the same time, my core values include being the person you are is your right. As the discussion progressed she laid out what she wanted and what she needed. She told me how she would accomplish it and how often she thought she would like to do it. I love her. If this makes her happy, then I am on board.

A couple of weeks later she sends me a text saying she found someone she would like to fuck. It was a guy from her gym. While her spotted her the previous day, she made sure to get a look at his cock. My stomach hurt from the text but I went along.

That night Taylor got showered and dressed for her date. She wore a slim fitting, stretchy material blue miniskirt and heels. Her makeup was done and her hair was curled and done nicely too. In my opinion, she looked smoking hot but also very slutty. She left around 7:00 in a car service. She gave me her plan and would keep me posted on the address where she would end up if the dinner went well.

Around 9:00 she sent me a pic of the hotel, the room and the guy. He was a perfectly fit, hugely hung man. She wrote this text ‘thank you my love. I look forward to seeing you soon. I will send you some pics and video along the way tonight.’ Then silence hit.

At 11:30, Taylor texted me this ‘hi babe. If you are still awake, here is some video. We are taking a drink break. I am having a wonderful time. I needed this. Please do not wait up as I think I will be here for most of the night.’ I was pissed and hurt after I watched the videos she sent me. In one, she was on her knees sucking his cock. In another, she was riding his cock. In another, he was fucking her doggie style taking the video. In every video, my wife, the love of my life, was having the sexual experience of a lifetime. She was a hotwife and was loving it. I went to sleep on the couch mad. She came home at 5:45 the next morning. She looked exhausted. Her make up was totally off and her hair was a mess. She told said hello and tried to kiss me but I just could not do it. She showered and went to sleep.

That day was a hard day for me. She slept much of the morning and was relaxing on the couch in the afternoon. She was texting and smiling, but not with me. I was pissed so I went for a drive to clear my head. When I came home she was dressed up again. She had a date. But not with the guy from last night. It was a different guy. I told her ‘whatever you want to do tonight, but we will talk in the morning.’ This night there were no texts. She got home around 3:00 and went to bed.

The next day I told her I wasn’t okay with this. I said she would have to decide - big cock or me. She got mad, cried and said she was going to her mom’s for the night. She packed a bag and left. Six months later, we were divorced. This is a tale of standing up for what you feel is right. I am a better man for doing that.