My wife is a horny Hotwife slut. She is always on the hunt to sleep with hot dudes. Her first boyfriend was Jack, who also happens to be my best friend. He was the one who broke her virginity. Jack is a muscular guy, with broad shoulder, big biceps and bulging pecs who attracts a lot of attention from women—exactly the type my wife desires in bed. Meanwhile, my wife has had many partners in our non-monogamous marriage.

We were in a non-monogamous relationship even before we got married. My wife and I often bring our hookups to a second property we own in a far-off area. It’s safe because it’s located in a secure neighborhood, far from our permanent residence. Sometimes, we join each other with our hookups or just watch. I’ve had sex with dozens of call girls and women from brothels. We often engage in deep conversations afterward, sharing juicy details about our encounters.

We always ensure that our hookups are clean and not stalkers (since my wife once faced an incident with a stalker). Hosting hookups at our second apartment can be inconvenient—it’s a hassle to travel back and forth, especially if it’s more than once a week. There are times when I go an entire month without having sex with my Hotwife. Because she is either having sex with my bestie or other men.

My wife adores my best friend, Jack, who lives nearby. I feel she’s safe in his presence. He was her first boyfriend, after all. My wife doesn’t have as many partners as I do—she’s very selective when choosing hookups. Her list of paramours is short, and her favorite is Jack. She feels so comfortable with him that she even roams around the house naked when he’s there (a habit she usually reserves for when we’re alone). Sometimes, she’ll sit naked between us while we watch movies. She loves his powerful body slamming into her with animalistic ferocity.

Once, Jack brought her a collection of bikinis to try on. She picked a few to try, and as she changed, she stood naked in front of us. Jack helped her put on the bikinis, but the first few were too tight for her big, heavy breasts. Jack kept adjusting them, pushing her breasts into the bikinis, but none seemed to fit perfectly. Both Jack and I were hard by this point. I noticed his bulge through his pants.

Thinking they’d be done soon, I went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for us. After some time, I became curious and went upstairs to check on them. I glanced into the nearby bathroom and saw them both naked. Jack was standing outside with his hard dick covered in cum, while my wife was washing her vagina with the jet spray.

Jack burst out laughing when he saw me. “Here we go again,” he said, clearly amused. I knew my place. Once again, I quietly released my own load right outside the door, cleaned myself up, and went back to arrange the dinner table, waiting until they were finished.