Hot Wife Seduction

"No! Forget it. I will not play hot wives for you. I am not a slut. I don't do casual sex. I never have and I never will! You know damned well that I won't. We have discussed this before. Forget it."

Julia can be quite forthright when she wants to be. And right now she is being very forthright. All brought about by me wondering aloud if she fancied a man passing us in the street. The whole issue was started by Julia herself some years ago when she decided to play a trick on me. She got her friends to whisper that she'd had a one night stand while I was away on a business trip. She expected to get a rise out of me featuring jealousy, recriminations, etc. What she didn't expect was for me to be turned on by the idea and to demand more and more details.

"You want me to fuck someone so you can wank to the idea! Sick! Perverted! Horrible! What do you think I am? A slut?"

The answer, "No, just a hot wife." which just added fuel to the fire after the idea had been explained to her. It took months for her to calm down and every time I said anything about business trips and girls nights out the same furious tirade would erupt. Don't get me wrong. I love my wife. She is sexy, intelligent and witty. And she is fun to be around. Truth be told I am not sure why she puts up with me, doesn't take up the hot wife lifestyle to relieve the boredom I represent. I am a quiet, boring accountant type character and I am not endowed with a huge, hard cock that all the blogs seem to get all excited about. I am the ultimate average sort of guy. Nothing special.

Which brings us to the immediate past. And I plead innocent to charges of evil intent. I am just not made like that but my brother Charles is. Someone said of us that I got all the charm and brains and he got all the wickedness.

So it was he who suggested for the umpteenth time to Julia that she should break out, find a stag and get fucked by someone exciting. Or to put it in his words "Go get yourself some of the excitement Billy boy here obviously doesn't give you enough of. You deserve some hot fun."

He does it deliberately to rile Julia and to get me into trouble but this time was different. Normally I shout at him and try to pacify Julia but recently I hit the dreaded age of 45. I was heading rapidly into a mid-life crisis. I was bored of my job, of my house, of my life and Julia's obsession with the idea that I wanted her to be a hot wife. Of course I did. It was obvious from the first time the topic was launched by her and her buddies. I regularly masturbated to the idea and dreamed of getting her into that lifestyle but I wasn't going to force the issue.

"So now you've got her in another rant about hot wives what do you suggest we do about it?" I snarled at Charles.

"The only solution I can see is to trick her into the lifestyle."

"And how do we do that? You have heard her opinion on that topic."

"Get her drunk, feed her some weed cookies and take her to a party where there are bound to be some horny men just waiting for the chance."

The idea might just have died then and there, except that Julia and I belong to a theatre club that has a membership that ranges from boring accountants (like me) to bohemian actor types and every type in between so, with this in mind the plot was hatched.

On the afternoon of the party Charles gave me some weed muffins. I gave Julia half a muffin before we left for the party and once we were there I kept her wine glass topped up. The mix of weed and wine had a soporific effect on her and she ended up sitting on a couch that had been used in recent play where a lot of risqué action had taken place. Her choice of seating struck me as ironic. After all she was sitting on a couch where some reasonably hot action had taken place between an array of married and unmarried people. And that in public and on stage but she didn't seem to have noticed. And I for one was not going to point that fact out to her.

"Come sit next to me! I am feeling a bit funny."

I had had a nibble at the weed muffin and a couple of beers so I was feeling a bit unstable too so I sat down next to her. After a while I decided to act out some of the action that had happened on that couch in the play. So I put my arm around her and started to kiss her expecting to be told off. But I wasn't. To my surprise she responded enthusiastically. Soon I had my hand halfway up her skirt and Julia wasn't complaining so I moved my hand a bit upwards, very slowly so as not to cause any alarm. It was at this point that George, the leading man in the risqué play sat down on the other side of Julia and without looking at either of us, he ran his hand up under her skirt.

"George!" Julia murmured "What are you doing?"

"Checking if you have knickers on my dear. You cannot sit in this couch if you are wearing knickers. It just isn't allowed."

"I am wearing knickers but I want to stay right here."

"Oh, that's easily fixed. I will just take them off for you and then everything will be fine."

And that is exactly what he did. He hooked his thumbs in her knickers and slipped them off. I noted with some interest that Julia even lifted her bum up to allow him to remove her knickers more easily. He even had the cheek to lift them to his nose and sniff them.

"See how easy that was?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Now you owe me a kiss."

"What for?"

"For taking your knickers off so you can stay on the couch."

And blow me down if Julia didn't wrap her arms around him and kiss him. The kiss turned hot and I saw her mouth open and I assumed George's tongue was now exploring her tonsils. He his hand slid down onto her breasts and teased at her nipples which caused them to stick out and her legs to open a little more. Then obviously deciding things were going too far, she took his hand and pushed it downwards. I suspect she meant to push it away, but the result was that his hand slid all the way down onto her thigh and then up under her skirt.

"George? What are you doing?"

"Just checking that you don't have knickers on,"

"But didn't you take them off earlier? Oh! Ah, that's so nawty of you. You mustn't do that! Oh, its nice though. Oh."

George's hand was now thrusting up into Julia's crotch and I assumed into her pussy. I wanted to see if he really was fingering her pussy so I leant across and pulled her skirt up so I could see. Yes, he had a finger deep inside her and a thumb on her clit and was thrusting away quite vigorously. Julia was by this stage moaning quite loudly, head thrown back and legs spread wide. I glanced up and saw that we had attracted an audience. Henry the lighting man was there. He had his cock out and was openly masturbating. Helen the make up woman was there too and rubbing her pussy vigorously.

When I looked back George had pulled his cock out of his pants and had wrapped Julia's hand around it. Julia stroked his cock for a while, moaning loudly.

"Oh fuck!" said George and spurted cum all over Julia's breasts. He lay back on the couch leaving his cock and Julia's wide open pussy both exposed. In a moment Henry was kneeling between Julia's legs pointing his cock straight at her pussy. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. And me? I just nodded and watched as Henry's cock disappeared slowly into Julia, who lay still for a few thrusts, moaned softly then wrapped her legs around his hips saying quite audibly "Yes, Yes, Fuck me hard."

Henry fucked her hard but didn't very last long, probably because he had been masturbating while watching George finger fuck her. A dozen thrusts or so and he pulled out spurting cum up onto Julia's stomach. He squeezed the last of it out of his cock onto her, stood up and nodded to me. George's cock had obviously recovered and was now hard again. He positioned himself between Julia's legs obviously wanting to make up for his missed chance. He thrust his cock into her and pumped away till Julia said "Ah, fuck! Cum in me!" which prompted George to grunt loudly, slam his hips against Julia and stay deep inside her, obviously still pumping cum into her. Then he got up, nodded to me and walked away, leaving Julia spread eagled on the couch, dribbling cum from her pussy. I wiped away the cum, reinstated her knickers and took her home where I put her to bed. She had turned me on so much that I just had to masturbate over her and ended up spraying cum on her face and hair.

I woke the next morning expecting Julia to be as far away from me on the bed as was humanly possible. But she wasn't. She was curled up against me with her arms wrapped around me. Definitely a promising sign. She exuded a strong odour of sex, her hair was tangled and her make-up which would normally have cleaned away the night before was still there, all smudged and with my cum still crusted on her face and hair.

"Good morning beauty!" I kissed her and ran my hands all over her body where other men's hands, cocks and cum had been.

"I'm sorry." she whispered softly.

"For what?"

"For resisting your hot wife suggestion for so long. Turns out I need a stranger's cock in me to remind me how much I love you."

"No need to apologize. If you are happy, then I am too."

She grabbed my rapidly hardening cock in her hand and started to stroke it. I slid my hand between her legs and felt the remnants of last night's orgy.

"Wait! There is other men's cum in there."

"I know. I watched! You were amazing! You had two of them. George and Henry."

"You started it! You got me drunk and then started kissing me. Then you slid your hand up my skirt which made me so hot that when George started with his knickers bullshit I couldn't help myself. I let him because the idea of a stranger taking my knickers off in public was incredibly exciting. Then he started fingering me. It shocked me at first, but it was just felt so good that I just let him go on. It gets a bit blurry after that. What happened?"

"You stroked George's cock and he got so excited by that that he sprayed cum all over your tits. When he moved away, Henry slid his cock into you. After he came on your belly George fucked you and you insisted on him coming inside you."

"Henry fucked me?"

"He didn't last long though."

"But Helen was there wasn't she? I think I saw her there."

"Yes. And masturbating furiously!"

"Helen is Henry's wife! And she was enjoying seeing me acting the slut with her husband?"

"Looked like it to me. They left arm in arm soon after George pulled out of you. And as they left she grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear that maybe we should get together some time for an "intimate" dinner. Just the four of us."

"You think that intimate means us fucking each other?"

"Yes, I do think that is what she meant. She had her hand on my cock remember."

"Nawty woman. But it sounds like a good idea. Henry's cock was quite big and I remember it stretching me just a bit. Damn. I seem to have forgotten a lot of the action. Like whose cum is on my face and in my hair?"

Oops! I hesitated and she laughed.

"It was yours you bastard. And you did that after I passed out!"

I grinned sheepishly. "Yes. I was so turned on by you. I couldn't help it, I had to relieve my tension."

"Bastard! And I didn't know it happened. Now that is sad. The one man whose cum I wanted. I need to be sober next time I go acting like a slut so I can remember everything. Now fuck me and reclaim me. You have your hot wife."

And I lay her on her back and fucked her long and hard. It was the best sex we'd had in years.