We’re early 40’s and relatively new (just one swing club experience mmmf, our first, followed by a really unexpected mmf and then the first fully organised date with a handsome chap.

Anyway, I obsessed over our the date to the extent that I chose/bought my wife’s dress, heels, nail varnish, earrings, lipstick (huge fetish), no underwear, hair style.

In my head it was all in the details, because unlike the previous two times, this one had to be just perfect. And of course, it was fucking perfect.

Because not only did she look exactly how I wanted her to look, the storyboard played out to perfection too, the one in the hotel bar, the guy chatting her up etc. you all know the one. Anyway this had been played out in our marital bed countless times. Only this time it was like living out this fantasy in a dreamy hazy virtual world.

She was an absolutely filthy, slutty, uninhibited, classy, whorish, fucking beautiful pornstar for that 2 hours. It was bliss. I find it hard to not get hard thinking about it on a day to day basis, it affects me at work, in the gym, playing ball, going to pick up a bunch of fucking bananas or getting petrol for the car. I’ve been perving on the same Reddit pages for weeks, Hotwife forums, porn sites, I think I’m fucking obsessed.

Her?? She absolutely loves it, as she whispered to me with cum all over her face, “I just fucking love dick.”

But she’s a functioning Hotwife. I’m fucked lol