So, my wife isn't an active hotwife, but I once let her live out a bit of a fantasy of hers.

She always had a bit of an innocent crush on a good friend of mine from college. Even before we were married, she'd comfortably tell me that she thought he was hot. She wouldn't throw it in my face or anything, just part of casual conversation. After college, he'd moved across the country, so we rarely saw him. He flew back to be in our wedding, then a few years later relocated back to our area. We began getting together most Friday evenings. It was really chill, getting pizza, having wine, and playing card or video games.

One night, I can't recall exactly how, but it was finally mentioned, by me, just how attractive she thought he was and how long I'd known that she thought so. It kind of met with awkward laughter and nothing else was mentioned of it, but it was clear that he was flattered at a little flustered by it.

As the weeks wore on, the flirtatiousness between them grew and grew. It was always innocent, but you could tell there was sexual tension growing. One night, playing CAH, one of us played a card talking about the female orgasm. A little tipsy, she immediately let out an obviously fake, but very hot, moan. Record scratch moment. Then we all burst into laughter at how random it was. He then asked if that's how she sounds in real life. I answered that she sounds even better, but at the same time she responded "wouldn't you like to know?" He looked at her, then they both looked at me. I kind of jokingly said "hey, as long as I'm involved, I'm good with whatever." The night continued and ended pleasantly.

Throughout the next week, we had little discussions about what was said and ultimately I told her that I trust her and if she ever wanted to act on her desires, that I would love to be involved in making it a good experience for her.

Next time we got together, she wore a little tighter fitting clothing, more revealing top, eyeliner, etc. It was an obvious change from the usual hoodies and comfortable clothes for a casual game night. When she went to the bathroom, I took the opportunity to tell him, my nerves nearly making me shake uncontrollably, that they both had my blessing to take things to whatever level they wish, as long as I can be present and involved.

I don't remember the next events very well, probably due to the adrenaline rushing through me, but my wife mentioned the scratchy, restrictive top (she is not one to dress sexy if she doesn't have to) and he immediately replied "then you can take it off". She quickly followed with, only if you'll help me. "Yeah right," he said. "Then I guess it stays on," she reaponded. With this obvious dare, he immediately got up, went around the table, and pulled her top right off with such (gentle) force that her bra partially came up with it.

As her top came off her arms, she said "I was wondering if you'd ever make a move." In response to that obvious green light, he leaned down and began to kiss her. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there absolutely stunned. They're making out and I don't know whether my body is going to make me pass out or cry. He kind of awkwardly kneels down behind the chair she's in as they kiss, so he isn't standing anymore. She's turned around in her chair, so I can't see much, but it started to look like he was playing with her chest. She doesn't have huge breasts, a little less than a handful, but I can only see one of his hands as it held on to the chair for support.

What felt like ages passed by, then it seemed like they both automatically knew what to do next. I'm not sure who led, him or her, but they got up as if to leave the room. She looked back at me and waved for me to follow as they went upstairs to our bedroom. What happened next was a definitely hot, but very vanilla threesome (first for all of us). It was a total porn style approach, where her clothes came off and he gave her oral while she played with and kissed me, then she gave him oral while I fingered and played with her.

A short while later, I grabbed condoms for both of us (no babies and she wasnt on any BC), and he took her first, missionary, while I kind of stood aside and watched, before going back over to the bed so she could play with and suck me.

Things moved pretty fast at this point, when she said "I don't want you to cum in that thing, you can in my mouth." So, we switched to spit roast her while I was behind her and he was in front. Maybe a few minutes pass and you can tell he's getting close. She reached up and pulled on his ballsack and immediately he came in her mouth. I never saw a drop.

After a moment or two of processing what I had just seen, I went at her as hard as I could and finished in the condom.

Everyone seemed happy, no post-orgasm regret or awkwardness.

The friendship continued strong and we had only one other threesome after that. It went fine, but the last rendezvous is the one I'll never forget.

A year and a half later, my wife is maybe 4 months pregnant, just beginning to show a little bit. Our friend is still coming over, but not quite as often. Things are just getting busy for everybody. One day, conversation comes up about how our lives are going to change and we'll need to be responsible for more than just us. I kind of randomly told her that if she would like, she can have another go with him if she wanted, and that I didn't have to be with them this time. I trust her completely and understand that their attraction is just friendly lust.

So, the next time he came over, she wasted no time. He brought pizza and when he came in the door, she said "not just yet" and grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. I remained downstairs and just listened. They were up there for more than 45 minutes, bed squeaking, moans from both of them. I pulled up some nudes I have of her and got myself off thinking about her pleasure.

When they came back downstairs, everyone had a smile and the night was wonderful.

That night, as we showered together, she kissed me, played with me, and told me that they hadn't used a condom and that she asked him to orgasm inside her. She was pregnant anyway, so she took the chance she had.

Now we have two children, our relationship is strong and wonderful as ever. I don't know if I'll ever get to share my wife again, but I have no regrets that she got to experience that kind of passion with someone we both know and trust.