During one of our fantasy sessions we were talking about a scenario that involved another couple and the woman having threesomes with the guys. She would go have a threesome with them and then the other woman would have one with us. I asked her if there were any couples she knew who she wanted to do that with. She actually named a couple. They both worked with her. Due to past frustrations - a lot of our recent fantasies had been anonymous, just “a woman” or “a couple”. So, I was super intrigued. I asked her more about why she liked that couple and she told me that her and the guy had always had a very flirty relationship and he told her that his relationship was an open relationship. I encouraged her to see if it was something they would actually be up for.

This turned into our first “almost”, although it didn’t get too far. She did talk to him about it and he said they would be into it. I begged her to tell him that we fucked while imaging it. She did. Their conversations went back and forth at a relatively slow pace and nothing came of it. But, it did get us to talk more about the idea of me actually sharing her with another man. Something I was previously only willing to concede too in a fantasy that involved each of us fucking the other’s partner in the same room. I told her that I was okay with it - but mostly just to keep the ball rolling.

A few weeks later, she got a drunk text in the middle of the night from the guy. He said something to the effect of “How bad do you want my dick”? She told me about it in the morning, but was a little vague about if she had responded at all. It kind of got my head spinning though. I spent the entire day at work thinking about it and trying to decide how I felt about it. I couldn’t concentrate at work at all. It was a Friday and she was at work by the time I got home - so I spent all night thinking about it. I read a bunch of Reddit posts about wife sharing and the whole Hotwife life style.

It was Saturday morning, after I let her sleep in for a while before I got a chance to talk to her and sort of unload everything I had been processing for the last twenty-four hours. It took a while to unpack everything and I asked her to let me get it all out before she responded. Essentially, I had arrived at the conclusion that since my stated reason for always encouraging her to hook up with woman was that she should be free to act on and explore exactly who she is, sexually. She is bisexual - something I was genuinely attracted to since the beginning of our relationship. Not just because I secretly hoped it would mean a threesome someday, but in a more simple and genuine way, I find bisexual attractive - it’s sexy. I had always told her she should not feel as though she was forced to be heterosexual just because we were together or just because she was married. I always insisted that I didn’t have to be a direct part of any intimate moments she might have with a woman or even be present. She had a standing “hall pass” for any woman she wanted. I just wanted to know about it and if she felt comfortable - I would love to hear all of the details. But, the more I thought about that text message - knowing that he was someone she told me she fantasized about fucking - the more hypocritical it felt for me to tell her she was free to explore and pursue her sexual attractions - but only with woman. I told her about what I learned about the Hotwife lifestyle and that I felt I needed to remove any restrictions from her hall pass. It felt too self serving to have rules attached to it if I kept saying it was about letting her be free to be herself.

That realization and conversation was a game changer for me. At any point in time previous to that drunken text from her crush, I wouldn’t have ever said there was a possibility that I would let her fuck another man. But after the time I spent processing it and considering it, not only did I become willing to let her fuck another guy, I actually started to want her to fuck another guy.

After I told her everything we kept talking. I told her that if she wanted to fuck him, I wanted her to fuck him. She confessed that she had responded and said something along the lines of “so bad”. They had a few brief steamy exchanges- he may have sent a nude - I don’t remember. But he quickly took a hard left turn into some much more hardcore fantasies that turned my wife off. I think they involved him with another dick or something like that and she stopped engaging in the conversation. She asked me not to bring him up anymore and said it was over.

Things between us went back to normal - not in a bad way. The sex continued to be great. I bought another sex toy for her birthday, a wand with a swirling dildo on one end and large vibrating head on the other. She loves that one.

She was open with her close friends at work about our relationship and our arrangements. Another male co-worker become another possibility briefly. But also fizzled out after some steamy texts were exchanged. There was also a brief bit of excitement about a guy she met at the local dive bar that she goes to regularly after work with her friends. They became very flirty and she told him she was available - but he stopped showing up to the bar and she didn’t want to keep fantasizing about him. We, again, returned to our new normal, a healthy and active sex life that only involved the two of us. I was so happy and proud of her for exploring opportunities- but also careful not to pressure her in anyway to do anything other than what she was comfortable with.

Our “normal” was interrupted when she called me from the bar in mid November to make sure it was actually okay with her taking things beyond flirting.

We share our locations with each other on our phones. I had been watching her’s almost non stop since we hung up the first time. She didn’t leave the bar until a little after the butt dial. She sent one text that just said “I’m on my way.” I assumed she meant to wherever they were going to fuck. But because of the phrase she used in the initial phone call, “there is someone here who wants me to take them home,” I wasn’t sure if she was bringing him to our house or giving him a ride to his house or riding with him to his house. I was too afraid to ask, because I didn’t want to make things awkward if they were in a car together. But her location kept getting closer and closer to our house. We live about twenty-five minutes from the bar. So I finally sent her a text and asked if he lived near us.

Idk where he lives I’m on my way home He wanted to come to our house

Oooh. He kissed me my internal panic ratchets up

But I told him i needed time

*me, still not 100% sure what was happening *

Is he followig you or are you driving him? So I should be cleaning up a little The house No I’m alone

Oh. Okay. Sorry I'm processing slow I need us to even just processing me kissing someone.

That's totally okay. I just wasn't sure what was happening when I saw you driving this way. See you soon baby

I exhaled. Took a deep breath and smoked one last cigarette - grabbed a beer and hopped in bed. Hoping to disguise just how frantic I’d been for the last forty minutes.

Posting the next part now.