We had been married about five years. It was both of our second marriages and were insanely happily in love. The Wifey is a classically beautiful BBW and back then her favorite lounge-around-the-house dress was a pink, thin cotton dress that settled nicely on her shoulders, nipples, and hips. She found it hard to believe that I liked seeing her in it so much, the way it would practically put her hard nipples on display under the nearly-sheer fabric.

I came home from work one afternoon and the wifey was excited and wanted to tell me something. I had forgotten to take the trash cans to the road that morning so when she heard the truck coming she raced outside and flagged them down in that unintentionally sexy, thin cotton dress.

The young, handsome, black garbage man jumped from the back of the truck with a smile, telling her he’d be happy to take that, and extended his hand to take the can from her. Then he stopped in place. Still smiling, he dead on locked eyes with her for a moment before cocking his head and then intentionally running his eyes all across her body, making it as obvious as he could. He was definitely sending her a signal, and she reported feeling butterflies as he let out an overt “Mmm Mmm Mmm” while his eyes toured her shape.

With that, she thanked him and giggled while he took the trash to the truck and left the can by the road. He waved goodbye as they rode off.

She couldn’t wait to tell me all about it when I got home. She giggled during the whole story and I could tell it really had an effect. That night, while I was fucking her doggy from behind, she started talking super dirty, which was a little unusual for her back then. She was rocking on my hard dick while saying, “want me to be your whore baby?”, and “I want to fuck another man!” It was the most erotic experience I had ever had before that night. She was a tigress and this new fantasy made us both feel like we had discovered a mental theme park. It was electric. It was monumental, and it changed us both forever.

We didn’t act on the fantasies for another couple years, and when we finally did, it felt so organic and natural and fun. I had never loved her more, and she treated me like a king, showing more affection and attention than I’d ever had.

6 years later, she’s a full fledged hotwife. Our periods of sexual adventure come and go, but between the months and months of monogamy and focus on just each other, she will have short seasons where she wants to get fucked and used and act out like only a dirty whore wife can.