Juni at the Trade Show - Day 01

Prologue

"Hello, Connor."

"Hey, Arthur. How've you been?"

Arthur was another exhibitor at the Southwest Train and Track show, an older British gentleman who worked for one of our major competitors. We had a mostly-friendly rivalry that went back several years.

"Good, good. Yourself?"

"Real well. A lot of traffic for us this year," I said.

"I can see why," he said, looking over at the other person in my booth. "Quite a step up from the staff you usually have."

With a grin, he added, "Present company included."

He wasn't wrong. Arthur was the only one talking to me at my end of the long table that fronted our booth, versus the group of attendees clustered in front of the girl stationed at the other end. The attendance at the show tended to be about ninety-percent men, so the imbalance in the number of people wanting to talk to the petite hottie versus the big and somewhat grumpy-looking guy was not particularly surprising.

"Your wife doesn't mind that you're all the way out here, working alongside a girl like that? I can hardly be the only one that fancies women of Asian extraction."

Before I could answer that, he added, "Or did the old ball-and-chain come along to keep an eye on you?"

"No," I answered, "she's back home in Colorado. She knows she can trust me."

With a note of skepticism in his voice, Arthur said, "Well, she must have a metric ton of faith in you then, because little what's-her-name over there is quite fit."

My booth-mate's name was Juni, and she did look amazing. She was in her late twenties, with long dark hair, and delicate features highlighted by her startlingly blue eyes. Her body was svelte, with small, perfectly proportioned breasts, a narrow waist, and a tight little ass.

The slacks she wore were the same color as my pants, and her polo was emblazoned with the same company logo, but that's where the similarities ended. Her clothes were much, much tighter, sized to display every curve. Next to her I looked like an unmade bed.

She may not have been your classic bikini-wearing booth-babe, but she was a booth-babe nonetheless. Juni knew just enough about the company and its products to be able to answer only the most superficial of questions.

"Well, I suppose I should return to my station," Arthur said, "we've been rather busy."

I said, "Your new line of handcars does seem to be the talk of the show."

He gave me a look that said he wasn't sure if I was kidding or not, then he glanced wistfully over at Juni and her audience. "I'd go chat her up myself, but I don't fancy trying to elbow my way though that mob."

With a nod, he merged back into the flow of show-goers that steadily moved down the aisle between the rows of booths.

Once again alone, I turned to look at Juni, and the ever-changing series of men stopping by to talk to her today. They ranged from guys who looked like they were fresh out of college, to ones that were ready for retirement. Some were attendees, some exhibitors, and there were at least three different races represented.

The one thing they all had in common was the desire to get her in bed. I didn't know if it was going to be a guy from this particular lot, but I knew for a fact that at some point, one of the optimistic strangers here at the show was going to succeed. This knowledge was giving me an interesting mix of emotions.

After all, Juni was my wife.

Flashback

One month earlier...

The credits started to roll, and my husband, Conner, clicked off the TV. We were snuggled up on the sofa and watching a movie as a relaxing end to the work-week.

He said, "Wow, Juni, that scene at the start was really hot."

There was no question as to which scene he was talking about; a beautiful woman had brought a stranger home, and had very uninhibited sex with him in her bedroom. While the stranger knew that the woman was married, he did not know that her husband was watching them from behind a mirror of one-way glass. She, of course, did know -- it was their shared kink. She very obviously enjoyed the sex, and the husband had derived equal enjoyment from watching.

"Really?" I'd thought it was awesome-hot, but was kind of surprised that Connor had also. "Hot because of what she was doing, or hot because you got to see her excellent boobies?"

He smiled. "Well, I did enjoy the boob part of course."

He paused, and I could tell he wanted to say something else. Finally, he did.

"Juni, would... would you ever do something like that?"

"Something like what?" I knew what he meant, but I really thought he was teasing me, so I should tease back.

"You know -- have sex with another guy?"

"While you watched?" I giggled, but part of me was getting excited, which both surprised me and scared me, at least a little.

"Yeah. But, well, I wouldn't necessarily have to watch." He frowned and shrugged. "Seems like that part wouldn't be easy to arrange."

I un-snuggled and moved to the other end of the sofa. "Ok, so you're not watching, but you are happily letting your wife go off and have sex with another man?"

Conner had quite the deadpan sense of humor on occasion, and now I was trying to figure out if he was serious, or if we were both really just teasing each other.

"Well, yeah, maybe," he said, his eyes kind of darting around the room.

Holy hell, he wasn't kidding me, he was nervous. I sat there for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to respond. I was shocked at the thought of him being ok with me having sex with another man.

Maybe I shouldn't have been. He had never been the insanely-jealous type. That usually springs from insecurity, and Connor was one of the most confident guys I know. Confident without being arrogant, which is a narrow fucking line to walk.

I said, "You're serious, aren't you?"

His answering nod was firm, despite the uncomfortable look on his face.

Seven years of marriage had erased most of my insecurities. But not all. "Is this your way of saying you want to fuck other women?"

"No! No, definitely not!"

I guess I was relieved. Although to be honest, I wasn't sure how I'd feel about that. It would seem only fair that if I get strange dick, he got strange pussy. I'd seen enough women flirt with him to know that between his rugged good-looks and his bear-like physique -- muscle, not fat -- he'd have plenty of opportunity for his own extra-marital fun. Hmm. Need to think more about that side of the coin.

"Ok, so I get to fuck around, and all you get is to know that I'm doing it?"

"Well, I would want to hear about it."

"Why?"

"Why do I want to hear about it?" he asked uncertainly.

"No," I said. "The whole thing. Why would you want me to have sex with another man?"

"Honestly, babe, I'm not really sure. All I know is that I find that thought incredibly exciting."

I had been very turned on by that scene in the movie. For me it was like pouring a big pool of gasoline. Having Connor say he found it exciting to think of me actually doing it was tossing a lit match onto that pool. Fwooom!

I took a deep breath. "Me too."

"Really?" he said, genuinely surprised.

"Yes, really." I felt that warm, slightly achy sensation between my legs, and I knew I was wet.

We sat there looking at each other for what felt like an entire minute before either of us spoke.

"So...," said Connor. "Are you thinking about actually doing it?"

That was the same question I'd been asking myself.

I nodded, then said, "We should probably give it some thought. You know -- sleep on it?"

"Yeah. Makes sense, babe." He grinned. "Not like it's happening tonight."

❖ ❖ ❖

Sex last night had been intense. We'd both wanted to get to bed early, and although we said no more about it, the idea of me as a hotwife had driven us both to an even higher than usual level of excitement and passion.

I'd gotten up early. Creeping out of bed and downstairs, I'd grabbed my laptop and sat in the living room doing some surfin'. An hour later, I closed its lid, my head spinning. I'd gone down quite the rabbit-hole of websites on swinging, polyamory, ethical non-monogamy, cuckolds, and, most excitingly, hotwives.

I wasn't sure exactly what was on Connor's mind, but at least I knew a lot more than I had an hour ago. Connor not understanding why he wanted me to do it actually made me feel better about me not understanding why I wanted to do it. I know that what turns us on isn't always logical or explainable, and I can live with that.

❖ ❖ ❖

"Hey, babe," Conner said as he came down the stairs. I'd heard him rustling around up there, so I was in the kitchen making us some breakfast.

"In here," I called.

He said, "Umm, thought I smelled bacon." He sat down on a stool at the island and watched as I started taking things off the griddle and putting them on plates.

I let him munch for a minute before I said, "So, I did some reading this morning... and I have some questions."

"Ok," he mumbled around a mouthful of hash-browns.

"Not judging, I just want to understand. Do you want the guy to make fun of you? Do you want me to make fun of you?"

"Huh?"

"Like, you know, say you have a tiny dick and stuff. Him talking about me needing a real man to satisfy me 'cause you can't. Shit like that."

"Hmm, yeah, no." With a smile, he added, "I think me picking him up and throwing him through a window might sort of kill the mood."

I giggled. "Yes, I guess it would." I knew that even though Connor could actually do that, he wouldn't really. One of the things I loved about him was that he never used his size to bully other people. Oh, I'd seen him get angry, and if some guy pushed him, he'd push back, but he was never the one who started it.

"Ok, just checking. Seems like the cuckold branch of the hotwife scene is pretty large. Lotsa dudes gettin' off on not being allowed to get off."

"I don't doubt some guys are into that. I'm just not one of them." He looked thoughtful for a second. "You don't want to make fun of me, do you?"

He actually sounded a little worried, but I guess the thought that your wife might enjoy making fun of your sexual talent would be disturbing to any guy. Oh, again, unless that's the guy's kink.

"No, not for a second. How would that even work? Your cock is obvs not tiny. And I think that after seven years of marriage we both know that you keep my pussy very satisfied."

He gave me a smug smile and took a bite of toast as I continued our discussion.

"Is it a friend? An old boyfriend?" I hesitated for a second. "A stranger?"

That was what the guy she brought home was in that movie, and it was the option that made my pulse quicken.

Connor thought for a second, then said, "Um. Not sure about friends. That seems risky? I don't think an old boyfriend would bother me -- after all, they lost and I won. But it might be better to avoid emotional stuff, at least to start. So, yeah, I guess that leaves some stranger."

"Well," I purred. "So what do you want me to do? Let some guy paw the girls?" I gave my boobs a quick side-to-side shimmy. "Get down on my knees and suck a stranger's cock? Spread my legs and let some rando fuck your wife's pussy?"

He closed his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse as he said, "God, yes." He opened his eyes and looked into mine."All the above."

The Idea

Almost three weeks had gone by since we'd made our decision. It had been an exciting three weeks, even though my becoming a hotwife was still just fantasy. We'd both done more reading, and there had been a lot more discussion. We'd also added it to our bedroom dirty talk, which was super-hot.

"Honey, I'm home," Connor yelled as he came in from the garage. He seemed unusually excited as I walked out of my home office to greet him, picking me up and spinning me around.

"Bob can't make it to the trade show next week in San Diego," he said happily, as he set me down.

Puzzled, I asked, "And that's good why?"

I knew that he and Bob got along well, so I couldn't see why he'd be excited about doing the show with someone else.

"I told my boss I could cover the booth alone, and he agreed."

Now I was even more confused. Doing the show alone meant more work, and less breaks, it wasn't something to be happy about.

"That does not sound like fun," I said.

He grinned. "It is if you come to the show, and work the booth with me."

Nope, still puzzled. Sure, I always liked spending time with my husband, but answering boring questions and handing out show swag didn't sound like it would be quality time together. I would have assumed that someone else from the office would just fill in for Bob, you know?

I gave him a skeptical frown, but his grin remained undimmed.

"There are always plenty of horny guys at these conventions," he said.

"Ok." Then the penny dropped. "Ooohhh!"

Holy hell, he was seriously talking about a plan to turn our hotwife fantasy into reality. I stood there, thoughts racing.

"So, does the company know about this plan?" I finally asked.

"No. Well, sort of. I told my boss I could just hire a temp to help out in the booth. You know how Kevin is -- if he can cut corners, he will; I mentioned that I could probably pay the temp under the table, and he was all for it."

He pulled a stack of large-denomination bills out of his laptop bag. "He already gave me the cash from that slush fund he maintains."

Connor shrugged. "I'm not even scamming the company. You will be helping me out in the booth."

With a grin, he said happily, "You'll just also be trying to choose a guy to have sex with."

Back at The Show

I may have lied to Arthur just now when I told him that my wife was back home in Colorado, but the part about her being able to trust me was the truth. I had no desire to cheat on Juni. And vice-versa -- I knew I could trust her not to cheat on me.

Sure, the "official" rules of a marriage may be to only have sex within the marriage, but the people in that marriage can agree to modify those rules. It's not cheating if you are following the agreed upon rules, despite what some logic-challenged internet denizens may think. I had agreed that Juni could have recreational sex with other people, so she was absolutely not cheating if she did.

In a rare lull, only one guy was talking to Juni at the moment. He looked to be about thirty, solidly built, and seemed personable enough. As I watched, Juni laughed and touched him on the arm.

Were we really doing this? The thought of my wife being shared with another man was exciting, but it was also a little scary. I pictured her naked and on her back with this guy on top of her, and I had a tiny flash of jealousy, but the predominant emotion I felt was excitement. Yeah, unless she got cold feet, I guess we were!

I saw Juni shake her head. The guy gave her a rueful grin, then shrugged and walked away. Had he not made the cut? Or did she just want to move a bit more slowly? Ah, well, however things went today, I was sure we'd have an interesting discussion after the exhibit floor closed for the night.

The morning passed, and I noticed that one of the guys in the neighboring booth seemed to be finding a lot of reasons to be over in the corner of his booth that was closest to my wife. When neither of them was busy, he was not-so-subtly trying to flirt with her. Interesting.

❖ ❖ ❖

It was noon, and the flow of attendees was getting sparse as people left she show to have a nice lunch on their employer's dime.

"Babe, you want to go grab yourself some lunch?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," she said. "But what about you?"

"Gotta keep the booth staffed. Just bring me back something, please."

"Of course," she said.

With a smile, I said, "Getting enough attention?"

"Oh my god, so much attention. It's not that I didn't believe you when you said there would a be a lot of horny guys here looking for tail; but I just thought you were exaggerating a bit." She shook her head. "But no, you were not."

"No one has been, you know, crude," she continued, "but several of them have left no doubt that they'd like to get more from me than details on wheel-bearing temperature sensors."

Chuckling, I said, "I'm sure they have. Heard any good lines?"

"My favorite so far," she said, grinning, "is the guy who told me that there was nothing he enjoyed more than trains going into tunnels."

I laughed, "Ok. But, in this crowd, it's not impossible that he meant actual trains and actual tunnels."

❖ ❖ ❖

She'd been gone maybe ten minutes when the guy from the neighboring exhibitor left his booth and walked over to me. I'd noticed him trying to talk with her a couple of times, but between his booth-duties, and the attention Juni was getting from the attendees, he hadn't had much opportunity. This should be interesting.

"Hey, I'm Todd," he said, "From next-door." He gestured towards his company's booth.

"Yeah, saw you over there. Connor." We shook hands. He had a good grip, not soft, but not making it a competition either.

He looked hesitant as he said, "So... your co-worker... are you two...?"

I understood his caution. The big guy might be the jealous type who would take offense at you even showing an interest in his wife-slash-girlfriend.

Laughing in a good-natured way, I gave him the story that Juni and I had agreed on. "Nope, just co-workers. I'm on the technical side, and she's new to the sales team, so until this week all I've ever done is see her across the room at a company meeting."

"Oh, cool," he said, looking both relieved and happy. "I saw her ring, and just wanted to check. So, uh, is her husband here?"

"Nope. Far as I know he's back in Colorado."

"Ok," he said, nodding. "Think I'm getting some signals from her, ya know?" He was trying to act casual, but I could see that he was still a little nervous.

"So, her being married...?" I tried to sound curious, not judgmental.

"Yeah," Todd said, "doesn't bother me. Kinda better even -- no expectations. I'm not looking for love, just some... fun on the road, ya know?" He gave a small shrug.

"Sure, sure, been there," I agreed. Just two guys talking about a hot girl, totally normal except for the fact that one of them was her husband. And, that said husband was getting a frisson of excitement from hearing Todd make it pretty clear that he wanted to fuck my booth-mate, even if he couldn't quite bring himself to come out and say it.

Also, points to Juni. I'd assumed she would pretend to be single here at the show, but she'd decided to wear her wedding ring. Her theory was that the guys here would be after sex, not a relationship, and a woman who was married would be even better than a girl who was single. It looked like she had been right.

"I just wish I could catch her when she's not busy, ya know?" he said. Todd really liked making sure people "knew".

"Well..." I said conspiratorially, "We plan to hit the hotel bar tonight after the floor closes -- purely as co-workers."

"Yeah? Awesome, thanks Connor." He gave me a thumbs-up and headed back to his booth.

I was proud of myself. With that single sentence, I'd given him the opportunity to take his shot with Juni, and I'd made it clear that I was ok with him wanting to take a run at my "co-worker".

❖ ❖ ❖

Over the course of the afternoon, Todd tried to chat her up a little bit more, although both of them were kept too busy in their respective booths for more than the occasional quip or comment.

The day went by more slowly than I think either Juni or myself wanted, although, she had fun being flirted with, and I had fun watching her flirt. There was a steady stream of guys who found a sudden interest in our booth when they spotted my wife.

There are girls that just have a -- and I hate this word -- "vibe" that makes a guy think that they like sex, they want sex, and that they will be a lot of dirty fun in bed.

Juni was one of those girls.

It's like charisma, but for sex appeal. There was just something vibrant and provocative about her. Twisting and flipping her hair. Small, quick touches to a guy's forearm, bicep, or shoulder. Laughing at a guy's double-entendres, clever or not. Juni could make every move she made seem sensual and seductive.

She wasn't a cock-tease, it was just how she was.

Between her sexy and energetic personality, and her rocking body, I knew that Juni would have no shortage of choices for her first hotwife experience. Tonight would be the night.

Decision Time

The moment I walked back into our hotel room, Juni leaped at me. I caught her and she wrapped her legs around my lower back, then gave me a passionate kiss.

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming, and said,"I think some of those guys would actually like to fuck me!"

I loved how surprised she sounded. God, she was cute. Somehow, as hot as she was, she was genuinely surprised that there would be a line of guys anxious to try and get in her pants.

Setting her down, I laughed and said, "Some of them? More like all of them, babe."

I plopped down on to the small sofa in our room -- I'd been on my feet a lot today. So had Juni, and she immediately joined me.

"A bunch of guys did give me their numbers, in case I wanted to meet up tonight."

She picked up her purse, and pulled out business cards, scraps of paper, and a few other things, which she piled on the coffee table in front of us.

"A condom?" I said, picking it up to look at it. I knew it wasn't hers; Juni was diligent about taking her birth-control pills, and she had made it clear that condoms would not be part of this adventure.

Printed on the foil package was "Shawn", and a phone number. "He has condoms with his phone number printed on them?"

Juni nodded enthusiastically, trying hard not to laugh, which was also my first reaction. Then I thought about it, and decided he might just be a genius. It showed that he was dedicated to his hobby, and that he was goal oriented. He would for sure be remembered. Most importantly, it made it clear that he was interested in one thing and one thing only -- sex. A girl would know that going in, and have no illusions that he was relationship material.

Kind of impressive, really.

She said, "I know this might sound crazy, but he's one of the guys I was thinking I might meet up with."

"No, not crazy at all," I said. She looked surprised, but all I did was smile, which probably just made her think that I was crazy. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time!

She started sorting through the jumble of things she'd been given; narrating as she went.

Picking up a business card, she said, "Red hair -- you know I find that irresistible."

"He had an intensity that made me wet," she said, pointing at a torn scrap of paper.

About a folded page from a small notebook, she said, "This guy managed to cleverly work that he had a big dick into our conversation. So that was two things I liked about him." She gave me a lecherous smile as she added it to her "keep" pile.

With a grimace, she picked up a twenty-dollar bill. It was wrapped around a business card. "And then there was this guy."

I said, "Some guy thought you were a hooker?" A cheap hooker.

Juni shook her head. "No, I think it was just supposed to impress me."

"Twenty dollars?"

"I know, right? This guy came on like he was god's gift to women. Looked kind of like a toad and had zero class." She shook her head. "How big of a slut would a girl need to be to fuck a guy like that?"

We'd been married long enough that I had a pretty good idea of what Juni's 'type' was, and yeah, the guy she described was definitely not it. When we had decided that a stranger was the best option for her hotwife adventure, it didn't mean that she would jump into bed with a guy the minute she met him. No, to her a "stranger" just meant it would be someone not already in her life. It still had to be a guy that she was attracted to, and one she got to know well enough to at least determine if she liked him.

"Not in a million years," she declared as she dropped the guy's card and the money into a small trashcan.

"The rest of these were just... unremarkable." She picked up the trashcan and swept the remainder into it. "Sorry guys."

I said, "So what about the guy in the booth next to ours? I noticed you flirting with him."

"Todd? Hmm, yeah, he was definitely cute. He didn't give me his number, even though he seemed interested."

"After you left for lunch, he came over and we talked. He is definitely interested in fucking you."

"He told you that?" she said, looking surprised.

"Well, I guess since he thinks I'm your coworker, he didn't feel comfortable using the word 'fuck' or anything, but yeah, that's what he meant."

"Were you... were you ok with that?" She sounded a little concerned. Me being ok with another guy's stated intent to try and fuck my wife was, after all, another milestone on our hotwife journey.

"Oh, hell yes. I loved seeing you flirt with all those guys, and hearing Todd talk about you was as exciting as I'd imagined it would be."

"So why did he come over and talk with you?"

I said, "His first concern was making sure that he wouldn't be stepping on my toes. Once I'd reassured him that we were merely co-workers, he made no secret of his attraction to you. He was trying to figure out how to talk with you more, and presumably make his move. I hope it's ok, but I told him that you'd be down in the bar later."

"I guess I'd better be there then," she giggled.

"So, does he have a shot?"

"Oh, yes. He seemed nice, and he was doing it for me the little bit we chatted today, but we'll see how he does in the bar."

"So," I said, "all fun teasing aside, are you sure that you want to go through with it?"

Juni didn't answer immediately, and we sat there staring at each other for maybe thirty seconds before she finally broke the silence. "Connor, you know I've always liked to flirt a little."

She does, and I did. It was one of the reasons I'd had the nerve to bring up the whole hotwife thing after we'd seen that movie. I nodded.

"You know it was never serious though, right? It was always just harmless fun, I swear."

"I know, babe," I assured her. "I know you'd never cheat on me."

She said, "I mean, it was always kind of exciting, sure. But doing it today, I knew that it wasn't just teasing. Thinking about how if I got a guy all worked up, I could go beyond just the talking and flirting made it so fucking hot."

I was pretty sure I had my answer, but considering what we were about to do, "pretty sure" didn't seem like it was quite enough.

"Which means?" I asked.

"Oh my god, yes. Yes, your wife is so ready to get screwed by some other guy tonight!"

The Bar

The hotel bar was big, and about seventy-percent full. There were plenty of high-top tables, a few big seating areas with upholstered sofas and chairs, and maybe twelve normal-height tables. One end had a small bandstand and dance-floor. Something for everyone.

We'd chosen the hotel bar, and indeed the conference itself, so that most, if not all, of the guys hitting on her would also have rooms here. Picking up a guy in a random bar might result in him wanting to bring her back to his house, or go to hers. Or worse, the backseat of a car in the parking lot. Here, the logistics of finding a place for them to have their fun shouldn't be an issue.

Juni and I were sitting on comfortable stools at the long polished-wood bar. Any time that we weren't in our hotel room, we very carefully pretended to be nothing more than co-workers, so we kept our conversation and interactions at the appropriately superficial level.

We were keeping a seat next to Juni, in expectation of Todd's potential arrival. I say "potential" just to try and maintain some level of humility. In reality, I knew that Todd would definitely show up. If he could see what was waiting for him, he'd be running to get here.

She'd traded in her slacks and company polo for a skintight dress made out of some shimmery material. She wasn't displaying much cleavage, but the thin material and Juni's lack of a bra combined to make the nicely-sized nipples that topped her firm B-cup breasts quite evident.

The dress was a shade of green that went well with her dark hair and fair complexion. It was also very short, barely covering a taut little ass that you could, as the saying goes, bounce a quarter off of. Only her matching green panties stood between her and an indecent-exposure charge. The dress may have been cut high in front, but it balanced that out by being open in the back, plunging down to mere millimeters from the top of the smooth cleft that separated her flawless ass-cheeks.

Sitting together, Juni and I looked like beauty and the beast. I was pretty sure that was keeping all of the guys in the bar who were giving her lustful looks from coming over and hitting on her. I'd have moved further away if the goal had been for her to get picked up, but since we were waiting for Todd, it was not a problem.

I also liked it for safety reasons, whether she left with Todd or some other guy. I wasn't especially worried about her -- she'd trained in Hapkido since childhood -- but it was definitely good for anyone picking her up to be aware that her co-worker knew just who Juni had left with.

Despite my presence, one guy did come over. He leaned on the bar next to Juni, and she started to tell him the stool next to her was being saved when he interrupted her. "Hey, darlin', if it's for sale, I'm interested."

I growled, and he looked at me, startled. I stared at him and nodded my head towards the entrance to the bar.

"Ah, fuck, sorry," he mumbled as he turned and made his way to the other side of the room with as much speed as his pride would allow.

She looked at me quizzically, and said, "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

I said, "Umm. I'd say compliment, babe. I think he was so dazzled by you in that dress that he hadn't even noticed me next to you."

"Well, who knows. If you hadn't growled at him, Todd may have arrived too late. That guy wasn't bad looking at all."

"Sorry," I said, mildly abashed. "Reflex." This husband-of-a-hotwife thing was going to require a little reprogramming of the standard husband reactions.

She winked at me. "I might have even made a little money."

I knew she was probably kidding, but I said, "Are you serious?" I mean, giving it away was one thing, but I wasn't quite sure how I would feel about her selling it.

Her only reply was an enigmatic grin, and I decided it might be best to just assume she was indeed teasing me, and we moved on to other more mundane topics.

A few minutes later, Todd came into the bar. When he spotted Juni, his eyes widened, and he made a beeline for my stunning wife.

"Hi Juni," he said. "Mind if I sit down?"

"Sure, Todd," she said. "First Connor shows up, and now you." With a laugh, she added, "It's almost like being back in the booth."

As planned, she gave no indication that she expected him. Or me, for that matter, as she was clearly dressed for fun, not hanging out with a coworker that she was supposed to hardly know.

"Wow," he said, looking her up and down. "And here I thought you looked good in your company polo."

"Oh, that's fine for work." She gestured at her dress. "This is for play."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Thanks, but..." she pointed at the wineglass in front of her.

"Ah, yeah, ok." He looked a little flustered that the standard buying-a-drink move had failed, but he rallied.

"Then perhaps the lady would like some pretzels," he said in a formal tone of voice. He made a long arm and grabbed a bowl from down the bar, setting them down in front of her with a flourish.

She laughed and touched his arm. "It's nice to meet a guy who knows what a girl wants, and gives it to her."

Maybe her double-entendre set the tone, or maybe a bar was just a more familiar setting for picking up a girl, but any nervousness that Todd had shown when we'd talked earlier was gone. Talking to Juni now, he was all smooth confidence.

He said, "So, 'Juni' -- that's a beautiful name. Not one that I've ever heard."

She nodded, "Yes, thank you. That came from my father. It's not an uncommon name in Sweden."

"Oh, you're Swedish?" he said, just a hint of surprise in his voice.

She was familiar with that reaction, since her features were not exactly Nordic.

She gave Todd the quick summary. "Well, my mother is Korean. Her parents emigrated to the USA shortly before she was born. They expected her to marry within the Korean community there, but in college she met a student from Sweden, and here I am."

Juni's facial features were more influenced by her mother, as was her raven-black hair. In addition to her name, her Swedish father had given her his blue eyes and light complexion, but at 5'3" she definitely hadn't inherited his height.

I listened as Juni and Todd talked about his job, where they each went to college, favorite foods, a TV show they both loved, and a video game he was passionate about. The conversation slowly became more flirty, as touching on the sexual aspects of the movies and shows they discussed.

He was doing well, throwing in the occasional subtle compliment about her dress or her body. Juni was giggling, touching his arm as she laughed at things he said, and -- most telling of all -- leaning in close to him.

Watching my wife full-on flirt with another man was a new experience for me. I'd seen her jokingly flirt with friends and such, but that was different.

Her looks, and yes, flirting, definitely helped make her one of the top salespeople at the exotic-car dealership where she worked. That was different also, as we both knew it wasn't going anywhere. Hell, deep down her customers knew that too, but they enjoyed the fantasy.

I'll admit that I had always enjoyed hearing about, and sometimes being present for, some guy's efforts at seducing my wife. Had some of that enjoyment come from hoping they might succeed? As I listened to her and Todd's repartee, I realized it probably had.

I was starting to feel like a third-wheel on a speed-date, although as his chances of getting my wife into bed increased, my excitement increased also.

He picked up on her signals as well. "Juni, it might be nice to have a little more privacy."

I knew he wanted to take her up to his room, but deliberately missing his point, I interjected with, "Hey, I can always move over to a table."

Todd was about to have the privilege of fucking my uber-hot wife. He should have to work for it at least a little.

Flustered, Todd said, "Thanks, but that's... I meant..."

Juni faced me, turning her back to him, and gave me a playful glare, as I tried to keep a straight face. "Yes, thanks Connor."

She turned back to Todd, whose resolve had been strengthened by the fear of missing his chance with the hottest woman at the convention.

He forged ahead. "I was thinking the two of us could pick up a bottle of wine, go up to my room, and talk there." He emphasized the word "two".

"Oh, that sounds like fun," she said, "but I am a married woman, and I wouldn't want any gossip back at work."

For Todd's benefit, she gave me a sideways look, one eyebrow arched, as though both questioning and challenging me, her "co-worker".

I held my hands up in a fending-off gesture. "Hey, Juni, none of my business. I can keep my mouth shut."

She was smiling as she turned back to face Todd. "In that case, let's go."

"Awesome," Todd said.

"But no more wine for me. I've already had plenty."

She'd had one glass, which actually was plenty for her. My wife had the lowest tolerance for alcohol of anyone I had ever known.

"Any more wine and I'll lose all of my inhibitions," she said playfully.

"And that would be bad why?" he said.

Juni giggled and waggled her finger at him as she slid smoothly off of the barstool. Todd hastily stood as well, putting his arm around her waist. She didn't stop him.

Seeing another man touch my wife in such as familiar fashion, I felt a visceral shock in my solar plexus; a mix of excitement and something I couldn't quite pin down. Jealousy? Anger? Fear?

She reached down, took his hand, and casually slid it a little lower on her waist, to where it rested on the upper curve of her shapely ass. Her encouraging him like that pushed any emotion other than sexual excitement away, or at least down.

Without a backwards glance, Juni walked out of the bar with him. As they got to the wide, arched doorway I saw him slide his hand even lower, possessively cupping a taut asscheek.

Watching them go made me wish I could be there for what was to come, but there were valid reasons that we didn't try doing this as a couple. Being stared at by a guy often described as "bear-like" while you prepare to fuck his wife does not tend to put the aspiring wife-fucker at ease.

Sure, I could tell the other guys that I was fine with it, but would they believe it? At some primal level, they'd still be concerned, perhaps afraid it was some kind of a setup. Even if they were confident everything was legit, a lot of guys would have a lingering fear of how I'd react if they said or did the wrong thing.

So, based on those concerns, we had agreed that me being there seemed like a generally bad idea.

My musing was interrupted as a guy left a nearby table where he'd been sitting alone, and took the stool next to me.

"That was your wife, right?" he said evenly.

"What? Her? No," I said, trying to hide my surprise. "Just a co-worker I was having a drink with."

"Oh, sorry. My mistake," he said, polite, but with a definite undertone of disbelief.

He stuck out his hand. "I'm Grant."

"Connor," I said automatically, as we shook hands.

"See that girl over there? The one in the red cocktail dress flirting with the guy that looks like a college professor?"

I knew which girl he meant -- I'd noticed her earlier. She was almost as hot as Juni, although they looked nothing alike. Hey, just because my wife is hot, and I'm in love with her, doesn't mean I stop noticing other beautiful women.

"I said, "With the amazing boobs?"

"Yep that one. She's my wife. Tiffany and I play the same kind of games." He shrugged. "I like to know who she's gone off with, and I enjoy watching the seduction and teasing."

Well, shit. It takes one to know one I guess, as that's exactly why I was here. "What gave it away?"

With a knowing smile, he said, "The expression on your face as she left."

Sigh. I had been confident that Todd wasn't going to look back -- he was focused on where he was going, not where he'd been -- so maybe I had let my emotions show for a minute there.

Grant explained. "If you'd been after her, but she chose that other guy, you'd have looked sad, or mad as they left. If she was just a co-worker, you'd have looked like you didn't care one way or the other. But you looked a little uncertain and very excited." He smiled. "It's a pretty standard mix of emotions for the husband of a hotwife."

We had been talking for a couple of somewhat awkward minutes, when his wife and the guy she was with stood up and started to leave.

"Looks like another lucky winner," he said happily. "Time for me to go." With a wink, he added, "Sometimes I like to ride up in the elevator with her."

He handed me a card with an email address on it, and sauntered out after them, moving quickly enough to not miss their elevator, but also not obviously following them. Elevator, huh? I was going to hang onto that little trick.

I sat there at the bar, nursing my Scotch as I imagined what might be happening up in Todd's hotel room. After maybe twenty minutes I paid my tab and went up to our room to await my wife's return from another man's bed.

The Hotel Room

I hoped Connor knew that I didn't mean anything by not looking back at him as I let Todd escort me from the bar. I'd very much wanted to see his reaction, but didn't think looking back at what was supposedly just a co-worker would have been in character.

I know that back there in the bar I'd acted confident, maybe even... hmm, what was the right word? If I was a guy, I'd say "cocky", but being a girl, that has never sounded quite right to me. It seems liked the female equivalent should be "pussy", but that's not right either. Why is being cocky often admired, while being a pussy is considered bad? That's some bullshit right there! A pussy is strong, flexible, and can take a pounding, and... ok, I guess I should probably just stick with saying that while I may have acted confident back in the bar, I sure wasn't now.

Was I really going to let another guy fuck me? And not just another guy -- a virtual stranger! All I knew was his name, the personal trivia we'd just exchanged, and that he worked at Rail-yo-dyn as a Sales Specialist. Hell, I didn't even know his last name, just "Todd".

We got on the elevator with another couple, which deferred things for a bit, although he did keep his hand on my ass. After a minute, my brain stopped raising the alert that someone not my husband was touching my ass, and I let myself enjoy the thrill of being naughty.

Every step I took on the way from the elevator to the door of his room seemed to add to my confidence. After all, if I wasn't going to do this, all I had to do was stop walking. The fact that I kept walking meant that at some basic, reflexive level I meant to go through with it.

He opened the door, and I paused. I knew that if I crossed that threshold I was actually going through with it. I was going to become the hotwife that Connor and I were both excited about me becoming.

Todd held the door and looked at me, his expression questioning. Not demanding, just hopeful.

I took a deep breath, like I was about to jump into cold water, and stepped inside.

Todd put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, then closed it.

He turned around, and before he could say anything, I said, "We both know I didn't come up here to talk."

He looked surprised at my directness, but I saw no reason to pussyfoot around. Huh, there it is again, "pussy", with a kind of negative connotation. Ok, this one probably referred to cats, but still.

"You didn't?" He had the courtesy to at least pretend that all he'd expected was to continue our conversation from the bar. No pressure. I liked that.

"No." I pulled my dress up over my head, and tossed it onto a chair. "I didn't."

Yes, I know dropping it onto the floor would have been sexier, but it's a very nice dress. I stood there, naked except for my panties, while he stared at my bare breasts. I may not have big boobs, but they're firm and perky; guys look at them when I'm dressed, too.

Todd stepped forward and cupped them in his hands, then he gave them a gentle squeeze. After an initial reflexive flash of "only Connor should be touching my boobs" went through my mind, I let myself relax and enjoy the sensation of strange hands exploring a very personal part of my body.

He gently rubbed his thumbs over my hard nipples, and I moaned. My nipples are also first-rate, and Todd seemed fascinated by them. He used a fingertip to trace my aureola, circling the nipple, then he gave each of them a light pinch. I moaned again, a little louder this time. My nipples are sensitive, and he was touching them in a different way than Connor did, but still just right.

"I've never been a fan of girls with overly large boobs. Yours are a perfect handful," he said admiringly.

I appreciated him putting it that way; it's kind of annoying when guys call them "small". I've always felt like they are perfectly matched to my slim body, and I love them.

He continued to fondle them, and as I looked up at him, he leaned down and kissed me. Politely. No tongue, not aggressively open-mouthed, but definitely not a chaste closed-mouth peck on the lips.

I had no idea how to react. Connor and I had spent a lot of time over the last few weeks discussing the myriad facets of the hotwife lifestyle, and kissing hadn't seemed like a big issue. I mean, if fucking doesn't require, or even imply, love, why would kissing?

Todd noticed my reaction, or lack thereof, and stopped. Kissing me, that is, his hands were still on my breasts.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Was that not ok?"

My mind raced. I've kissed guys on the first date before. Why did this feel different? Was it because I knew he was going to fuck me? Did I even want to kiss him? What if Connor hadn't really expected it to come up, assuming that a guy picking up a girl in a bar would go straight to the sex. Deep down, was I still equating kissing with romance?

While my brain was putting together a detailed analysis document, with footnotes, my body gave him an answer. I found myself putting my hands behind his head and pulling him back down to my lips. We kissed -- yes, mouths open, yes, tongues -- until we both needed to come up for air.

"I guess it was ok," he said, sounding slightly flustered. Seven years of marriage makes you wonder if your kisses can still have that effect on other guys, and I felt a surge of pleasure at finding out the answer was yes.

We kissed again, with his hands finding their way down to my ass this time. He pulled me into him, and even through his jeans I felt his hard cock pressing against me.

My original plan had been to basically get undressed, lay back, let him have a ride, and then I'd be out the door. What's the old military saying? No battle plan survives contact with the enemy, or something like that. Todd wasn't the enemy of course, but my plan had still been abandoned when I was kissing him; now, in the moment, I wanted to see his cock up close. Feel it in my mouth. Taste it.

I broke the kiss, and knelt down in front of him, my hands fumbling for his zipper. His voice a little hoarse, he said, "Here, let me." In seconds he had his belt undone and his zipper unzipped, and I pulled down both his pants and his boxers, carefully freeing his erection.

Todd was very nicely waxed, and I marveled at just how smooth Todd was down there as I cupped his ballsack in my hand. Connor kept himself groomed down there as well, but via careful shaving. You'd think a guy who had played the second half of a college football game with what turned out to be a broken collarbone would have no problem getting his junk waxed, but no.

Of even more interest to me was his cock. It was the first one I'd seen in person since I got married, and I studied it like a mongoose studies a snake. About the same size as my husband's, but more... streamlined? Yes, streamlined. The head of Connor's cock was more mushroom-shaped, whereas the head of Todd's wasn't much bigger around than the shaft.

With my right hand still on his balls, I wrapped my left hand around his cock and gently stroked it. Seeing my wedding ring rubbing against another man's cock gave me a pang of guilt, but at the same time it thrilled me. Would it turn Connor on, or would he feel that I was mocking the thing that symbolized my belonging to him? I was pretty sure he'd find it exciting, and I wished that he could see it. Then I realized that maybe he could...

"Todd, you like seeing a wedding ring on the hand that's playing with your cock, right?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah. Yeah I do." As expected, getting to defile another man's "property" was part of the fun for him.

Connor and I had agreed that it would be bad if anything that showed me naked or having sex showed up on social media. In this case, since I wouldn't really be identifiable, it seemed ok to bend that rule a little.

"Want to take a picture?"

"Fuck yeah, if that'd be ok?" he reached down to his pants, and fished his phone out of a pocket.

"Just your cock and my hand, nothing else," I cautioned him.

"Yeah, sure, no problem."

He took the picture -- a single "click" -- and politely let me see the screen to prove that indeed all it showed was my hand wrapped around his dick. You could see one of my breasts, but that was ok; maybe even better.

"Send it to me?" I gave him an email address I'd set up just in case I needed one that was private. I stroked his cock the whole time he was typing it in, so no telling if he got it right, but I hoped he had. I couldn't wait to show it to Connor!

I licked the tip of his cock, and Todd groaned. His hands went to the sides of my head, but he just let them rest there as I licked up and down his shaft. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I expected him to guide my mouth onto his dick, to force it into me, but he seemed content to let me control things.

I teased him until I got another groan, then I put my lips around the head of his cock, and kept them there at the top of the shaft while I swirled my tongue around the head. I felt him pull my head forward a little, still not forcing anything, more of a hint, or maybe a request. Taking him deeper, I began to give him what he wanted, my head bobbing up and down on his dick as I licked and sucked.

I had one hand on his balls, and between what I was feeling, and the noises he was making, I knew his excitement was building.

For two reasons, I didn't want him to get too excited, and finish in my mouth. One, I wasn't sure I was really ready for another guy to come in my mouth. Two, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to feel him in my pussy, feel him riding me.

I pulled back, and said, "We're just getting started," as I stood up.

I lay back on the bed, and Todd finished taking off his pants, shoes, and shirt, and stood next to the bed. My panties were still on, and I lifted my hips upward a little to make it easier for him to slip them off of me. One more bridge crossed as I made it clear I was offering my pussy to him.

He pulled them down, exposing my pussy, and tossed them on the floor as he climbed onto the bed. I spread my legs, and he knelt between them, his cock aimed at my pussy.

So many thoughts and feelings!

I was feeling thrillingly slutty at the thought of having sex with a guy I'd met this morning. I know that for a lot of women that wouldn't be a milestone, but it was for me. Until this moment, I'd never had sex with a guy that I wasn't at least seriously dating.

I was hoping that Connor had been serious about me becoming a hotwife, because I was doing more with Todd than I had expected, and enjoying it even more than I thought I would.

I was happy that what I was doing would thrill Connor when I told him every dirty little detail.

Todd parted my pussy lips with the head of his cock, placed the tip against my opening, and entered me in one smooth motion.

Oh, that look on a guy's face as he enters a nice warm pussy. I got to see that look a lot on my husband's face, but I had never expected to get to see it on anyone else's. Todd also made a little noise as he gently slid his cock into me. I felt that electric thrill, the thrill that came from knowing my body was the reason for the noise, and for his expression.

I folded my legs back, holding them up on either side of him, and he held my legs just above my ankles as he began fucking me, his cock going in and out steadily.

Even if I hadn't been staring up into an unfamiliar face I'd have been able to tell that this wasn't my husband. His hip movements were different. His timing was different. His noises were different. I was making little gasping sounds each time he thrust into me, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feel of a strange cock in my pussy.

He fucked me like for a while, then he pulled my legs back down onto the bed. Leaning forward, he lowered his body down onto mine.

I'm a petite woman, and for missionary position, Connor would place his full weight on me only on occasion, and even then for very short periods. Todd, being quite a bit smaller and lighter than my husband, had no qualms about resting his body on top of mine.

His breath was hot in my ear, and his chest was pressing against my tits, rubbing against my nipples as he fucked me. Since he wasn't holding himself up off of me, his hand were free, and he slid them under my butt, cupping and squeezing my ass cheeks.

His full weight on me was just right, giving me a slightly pinned-down feel that was enhanced since the guy on top of me was not my husband. It was unexpectedly hot.

"Oh, god, you are fucking me so good," I moaned into Todd's ear. He didn't reply, but his thrusts got faster and harder.

After a minute, he said, "Yes, that's it. I'm so close!"

His excitement fed my own, and I chanted, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Part of me was embarrassed by how slutty that sounded, but it didn't dampen my excitement, it added to it.

"Too bad your husband isn't here to see my cum dripping out of you later," he whispered in my ear.

I moaned, knowing that is exactly what would happen. "Oh my god yes, fill me up! Fill my married pussy with your cum!"

He groaned, pushed hard, and stopped thrusting. I knew he was coming, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me. I yelled, "Put it deep, put it deep," while I savored the feeling of his cock pulsing over and over as his warm semen spurted into me.

I hadn't gotten an orgasm, but the whole experience had been so hot, so dirty, so fun, that I didn't care; I knew that Connor would get me there later tonight.

Once Todd was completely finished, he rolled off of me, both of us breathing hard.

We lay there for several minutes, him in that semi-comatose state that some guys get after sex, and me thinking about what I had just done. Reliving some of the more unforgettable moments made me shiver.

Turning on my side, I rubbed my pussy up against his leg and moaned. It felt good and frustrating at the same time.

"You want more?" he asked, sounding surprised. To be fair, he had just given me quite the fucking.

"Oh, god, yes," I breathed. It was embarrassing, but I didn't care. I was still so turned on that all I could think about was being fucked again.

"Sorry, Juni, I'm wiped," Todd said as he tweaked my nipple. "You drained me dry."

Hearing him say that caused a new flurry of emotions. A little shame, a little more embarrassment, a little fear of just how Connor would feel if he had heard Todd say that about his wife. Most surprisingly, I also felt a lot of pride.

I rested for another minute, then I got out of bed, and hunted down my panties. Time to leave.

As I pulled my dress back on, he said, "Can we... get together again tomorrow night?"

Connor and I had agreed that, at least for now, we didn't want me to get into any sort of ongoing relationship. I couldn't tell Todd that, but I did have an excuse ready.

"No, sorry. You were great, but I'm here for variety, you know? Taking advantage of being far from home."

He looked disappointed, but gave me a knowing smile and a nod. Just two players playing and all that. Then it struck me -- was it an excuse, or was it actually true? Connor and I had a lot to talk about after what just happened, and I still had a lot to process. But my pussy knew what it wanted. More cock. More strange cock.

I did give Todd a goodbye kiss. It just felt appropriate somehow.

Aftermath

When I got back to our hotel room, the TV was on, and Connor was sitting on the small sofa that faced it.

"What are you watching?" I asked.

He jumped up and stared at me, then shook his head like I'd woken him from a dream.

"I have no idea," he said, and we both laughed.

He crossed the room and hugged me. I hugged him back, and we stayed like that for a few seconds. My husband enfolding me in a warm, strong embrace relieved a tension I hadn't known I was feeling. I guess at some level I'd been afraid that he wouldn't want to touch me after fantasy had become reality, even though it was his fantasy as much as it was mine.

"How did it go?" He looked both excited and apprehensive as he waited for my answer.

I gave him a smile and held up my finger to say "give me a second".

He followed me anxiously as I went to my laptop, opened it, and checked the inbox of the email account I'd given Todd. There it was, my first hotwife email, with one attachment; Todd had indeed typed my email address in correctly.

"I know we said no pics, but I thought this is one you'd be ok with." I spun my laptop around and showed him the picture of my hand wrapped around Todd's very hard cock. He'd actually done a nice job of centering the photo on what was unmistakably my wedding ring.

Connor's eyes darted to the ring on my left hand and then back to the image on the screen, and he said, "Ooof." He stared at the screen for several seconds. "Yeah, I'm definitely ok with it."

Whew. I'd been pretty sure how he'd react, but not positive.

To my further relief, he said, "I hope you didn't stop there."

I grinned. "No, I did not."

We went back to the sofa, and snuggled together as I told him all about the things Todd and I had done. I left out some details here and there, mainly so I'd have some naughty little tidbits to whisper in his ear at carefully chosen moments, if you know what I mean.

When I got to the point in the story where Todd was "getting close", he interrupted me, his voice was filled with excitement. "Juni... did you actually let him come in you?"

I didn't say anything, I just stood, threw off my dress for the second time tonight, and lay back on our bed. He followed me, and I motioned for him to stand at the foot of the bed. I spread my legs and pulled my pussy lips open with my fingers, then I tightened up my pussy, and kind of "pushed" a little. After a few seconds, I was rewarded by feeling some cum emerge and trickle down and onto the sheets.

Connor stared between my open legs, and a look of what I'd almost call awe crept over his face. Then he smiled happily, and said, "If another man's cum dripping from your pussy doesn't make you an official hotwife, I don't know what does."

Using my seductive vixen voice, the one that drives Connor crazy, I said, "Now do you want to fuck me?"

He did. He really did.