It took years for me to open up to my wife about my hotwife fantasies, and even longer to convince her to visit a lifestyle resort. She only agreed on the condition that we’d just observe.

After checking in that evening, we went straight to the resort’s beach. A staff member approached and casually informed us that all women had to be nude on the beach. My wife gave me a quick look, hesitated for just a moment, then slipped off her bikini and lay down, reading the resort’s magazine.

I put on my sunglasses, trying to stay calm, but inside I was in awe—my beautiful, normally shy wife, lying there completely exposed for the first time in our lives except for her sunglass.

I lay there with my eyes closed, relaxing. A few men approached my wife, trying their luck, but she turned them down immediately. After a while, I noticed a change. Instead of outright rejecting one guy, she began talking. When another man asked if he could take things further, she politely declined. It felt like something was shifting. She was beginning to open up.

Then, there was a quiet spell. No one seemed to approach her, and I must’ve dozed off for a bit. Suddenly, I heard some noise and opened my eyes. What I saw made me reach for my phone and snap this picture. I didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it was clear something had.

As we finished dinner, the same guy casually approached our table. “Would you lend me your wife for a quick fuck?” he asked, polite but blunt.

I was stunned. When I glanced at my wife, she seemed even more shocked. I gathered myself and said, “It’s her decision.”

She turned to me, still processing what was happening. “Would you be mad if I went to the beach with him again?” she asked, right in front of him.

I paused for a moment, weighing my response. Then, with a hint of a smile, I replied, “I’d be glad.”

I was still curious about what had happened earlier—how he’d managed to get her to have sex with him on the beach in broad daylight, with me right there and so many people watching. But I decided to let it go for now.

They left, and it was about an hour before they returned. We all walked back together toward our rooms, his being close to ours. Just as he reached his door, he stopped and turned to me.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, right?” he asked.

“Yes, we are,” I replied, sensing he had something more to say.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked me directly in the eyes. “I’d really like to sleep with your wife tonight.”

I was stunned by his request. I glanced at her, and she looked just as shocked. I tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. He followed my gaze, turning to her, waiting for a reaction.

She didn’t respond right away, which made me think she wasn’t interested. But before either of us could react, he seized the moment, pulling her toward him. We were both caught off guard, and in an instant, he had closed the door behind me, taking her inside with him.

I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. The rest of the night, I waited, my mind racing. I kept replaying everything that had happened earlier, again and again—how he had managed to get my normally shy wife to have sex with him right there on the beach, in broad daylight, with people watching. As I drifted off to sleep, the thought lingered in my mind: He’d already had her twice. How many more times would he have her tonight?

Next Morning, the first question I asked her when I saw her was, "How many times did he fuck you in his room?"

Her answer was immediate. "Two times."

"So, four times total?" I asked, doing the math.

"No, five. Once more this morning," she clarified with a giggle.

As I was settling the bill, I noticed him talking to her again. Once we got into the car, she turned to me and asked, "Would it be alright if I gave him my number?"

So much had changed in just a few hours. Yesterday afternoon, she wasn’t even open to the idea, and now she was ready to give her number to a guy she’d just met—one who’d already fucked her five times. I wasn’t sure where this was heading, but, to my surprise, I felt more excited than anything.

“You can if you want to,” I said, watching her closely.

“And you won’t be mad?” she asked, her curiosity evident.

“Not at all,” I reassured her.

Without hesitation, she handed him a slip of paper through the car window. She had already written her number, only waiting for my approval. This was moving fast, and I couldn’t deny how hot the whole situation was becoming.

Later that day she shared their conversations at the beach in bed, it was intense. He was completely captivated by her, and the exchange between them was long, seductive. She couldn’t resist when he advanced, and neither could I when she told me all about it. I’ll save that for now for another post.

Edit: For those who've asked, I write under the pen name 'Wife Celebrator' on Amazon. I currently have three hotwife novels (fiction) available there. I may share my real-life experiences here, as I feel this is just the beginning.