Despite all the leadup to our first hotwifing experience, I think I still wasn't ready to accept that this was going to happen. My wife and a stranger whom we'd talked to over messages and for an hour at our table, were in our bedroom alone. We all knew what it meant. But I still didn't know what to expect when I opened the door.

I was pleasantly surprised to find their clothes strewn about the floor, and that they were in each other's arms, clad only in their underwear. Kissing passionately. Groping. Caressing. All that kept echoing in my head was "This cannot be happening. My wife is going to be a hotwife."

The years have taken a toll on my memory. What I recall is them drawing apart guiltily the moment I entered. I remember them going back into things with a passion, but unsure of what to do. Their final disrobing, with gasps of desire. Her sucking on his hard cock. Cunnilingus. Fingers, groping at cock, groping at cunt. The fingers entering, orgasms wrung from my wife with shock and disbelief. My wife is multi orgasmic, and this proved to be not just with me.

That precious, amazing moment when she laid back, and he went on top of her, both of them guiding his cock home into the previously loyal cunt of my wife. His entry and her gasp, her eyes locked onto his in disbelief that she was really doing this. My disbelief through the whole thing. I remember that she no longer had eyes for me as her first strange cock, her second ever in her life, entered her core. This is something I'd get used to - at moments, all that existed for her was the cock in her, and the man taking her.

I remember trying not to touch myself too much as i watched. It was hard, excuse the pun. We'd agreed I would save my come for her.

I remember them changing positions. Missionary to doggy. He remained hard throughout. She came a lot. As we were all new to this, he finally decided that he couldn't go on, despite not being able to come. My final memory is of seeing her naked, sated, smiling, reclining on the bed. Getting up to kiss him goodbye, in all her nude glory. A sexual nymph waiting to be reclaimed while I played the last bit of being a host, seeing him off. Reclaiming her would be amazing. It was amazing. I was so proud of her, but also a little conflicted. The reality was so much more than the fantasy.

There were issues that we had to deal with. It turned out he was married - and he had neglected to tell us. We're okay with others who struggle with sexual needs in their marriages. But he wasn't upfront about it, and when he finally mentioned it in passing after the act, we were quite upset. The condom broke too, in the heat of things. He didn't come in her so we weren't too worried, and a STD test down the road helped to keep things calm for us. But the trust thing was an issue, and as we talked to more potentials, we'd learn how to ask the right questions, check the right things.

This was before she found out that well hung guys would elicit a different response in her body. And as we progressed in our journey, we would learn other things as well.