Recently I attended a conference with work. Saying it was interesting, would be an understatement. But.

A few months before hand though, my husband Dave dropped the bombshell on me.

I thought our sex life was ok, maybe a little vanilla but ok, but. One night whilst we were having sex, he said he would love me to  be a hotwife and meet other men for sex. I couldn’t believe my ears. Partly in shock I called him a pervert. Sex was over, I didn’t speak to him for some time.

But something must have struck a chord in me as I couldn’t get what he had asked out of my mind. So few later My curiosity got the better of me, and stared browsing the Internet and soon found what he was talking about after searching hotwife !

I have to say after my initial shock of reading what he actually wanted me to do, I started to read a few stories. To my embarrassment I was starting to get turned on, I turned off the computer trying to work out what the hell happened and to sort what  was going on in my head.

However, the next day I found myself back on the same site reading more and more stories and blogs from wives actually doing it. The more I read, the more and more turned on I was becoming, even some of the more extreme ones excited me.

So four days after he shocked me, I broke the silence and spoke, I asked him one question. Why.

He told me it had been a fantasy of his for a long time, he told me. The thought of me enjoying sex for the sake of sex. I asked him was I not enough for him, and said I wasn’t sure I could do anything like that it was wrong and would feel like cheating.

He laughed saying how can it be if he was asking me to do it, and it wasn’t about him. It was all for me, he wasn’t interested is other women. He would only want me to tell him about it afterwards.

He tried to reason with me saying the boys have both left home, why not let our hair down and enjoy ourselves a bit.

The subject wasn’t mentioned again. But I couldn’t stop reading the stories.

A couple of weeks later, I was shopping. Usual bits and bobs, but instead of buying new tights I found myself picking up holdups. Thinking to myself maybe I should make more of an effort to look good for Dave, and since We were going out that night for a drink with friends. I bought them.

Whilst getting ready It surprised me how nice they felt, I had bought as a surprise for Dave, but I actually was shocked me how they made me feel. looking in the mirror I thought to myself, you know what Wendy, you’ve not got a bad figure considering I was 48 with grown children. I thought to myself , would other men, really find me attractive like Dave says. I discarded the idea as silly.

We had a lovely evening out with our friends.

When we got home and I took off my dress Dave virtually jumped on me. He said he’d never seen me looking so sexy, I laughed don’t be silly. He said no, when you went to the loo you had such a wiggle, even Mark, Jane’s husbands noticed it.

Dave pushed me back onto the bed, I tried to push him off saying I need to take these off. He said no, leave them on, and your heels. We had the most passionate sex in years, and easily my biggest orgasm in a long long time.

Afterwards I layed there thinking how good I felt dressed like it. How sexy I felt that night. And how sexy I felt keeping my hold ups and shoes on for sex.

Over the next few weeks I found myself starting to dress differently, I started wearing hold ups all the time. Even for work.

My birthday was coming up soon, Dave asked if I wanted anything in particular, no surprise me I said. My birthday was a Saturday this year, we had arranged to go out with our friends Mark and Jane for dinner and a bit of dancing afterwards.

That morning I was presented with a box, all wrapped up. Dave had such a wide grin.  On his face as I unwrapped it. Inside was a matching 3 piece set, Black lace bra, g string and suspenders and pair of seamed nylons. They looked stunning, I said to Dave it’s gorgeous. He replied glad you like it, will you wear the tonight.

How could I refuse.

Getting ready that night Dave laid on the bed watched me wide eyed, the bra barely covered my nipples, the g string was so small it was hardly worth wearing. But the stockings, I had never felt so good putting them on. They made me feel amazing, how sheer they felt. Dave adjusted the seams for me saying how amazing I looked. I felt it.

I went over to the wardrobe to get my dress out when Dave asked if I would wear my black cocktail dress, said I wasn’t sure as it’s quite short, but I’ll try it. So I slipped it on, even I had to admit I looked good. But I was short, if I wasn’t careful you would be able to see my stocking tops. I said to Dave I wasn’t sure, but he reassured me that it was perfect.

As I went to pick up my heels, Dave said no. I have one more surprise for you. He went to his wardrobe and took out a shoe box. Passed it to me saying a wife as hot as you deserved hot heels. Inside was a pair of patent black peeptoe slingbacks, the heels were easily over 4”. I said they were beautiful but I wasn’t sure I could even walk in them laughing. Slipping them on I gingerly took a few steps, a little surprised I was walking pretty well in them.

I gave him a twirl, I was about to say do I look ok when I noticed the bulge in his trousers. I giggled saying “I obviously look ok to you then”. He said I looked stunning, I and I hadn’t looked so beautiful since our wedding. And I had to admit, even with my slightly unsteady walking at first I hadn’t  felt this sexy in years.

The Meal was gorgeous, and the wine flowed. Afterwards we decided to try a few bars in town. I even thought to myself as we walked how the heels gave me quite a wiggle now I had got used to them. And on more than one occasion I had caught Mark looking, I quite liked how it made me feel.

In the second bar was playing some good music, Mark grabbed my hand saying “come on birthday girl, time for a boogy”. As we danced he said “ you’ve changed”. when I quizzed him, he said “I had never looked fantastic what had changed”. Then said he couldn’t help but notice I had suspenders on. Apparently when I sat down the dress pulled tight and they were clearly visible.

He laughed, saying maybe I should have a word with Jane, i’d kill for her to wear them. Well I felt myself blush, but also my pussy tingled. As we left the dance floor Mark guided me but ran his hand down my bum feeling my suspenders. I turned saying stop it, but I actually liked the attention.

He continued to flirt the whole night, every time I sat down I saw his eyes go straight to my dress. By time we got into the taxi home I was feeling rather tipsy, and quite wet !

When we got home, Dave started kissing my neck in the living room. Then unzipped my dress, I turned to Dave, our kisses got more and more passionate. I was so turned on stood there like it, my head was a buzz. Then with out thinking clearly, I don’t know where it came from, but I just said “ fuck me Mark” !

I saw the lust in Dave’s eyes, and he did just that. He pushed me to the floor and fucked me in the middle of the lounge. He used me like a doll, and fucked me in so many positions, and hard. We had never had sex like it, and I loved it. He finally pushed me face down onto the sofa. Doing so I felt him spit on my bum and push his thumb in saying “so you want Mark to fuck you do you”.

It pushed me over the edge and I screamed “yes” as I felt him coming into me. My whole body shook with orgasm. He collapsed to my back panting saying that was amazing. I couldn’t stop shaking, finally as my body calmed down he rolled off me, but I didn’t move, I couldn’t stop thinking omg what have I done, what did I say.

I was brought back to reality by the feeling of Dave’s cum dribble out of me onto my stocking tops. I looked up bright red and kissed him saying that was amazing. He just had the biggest grin on his face. I chastised him saying it was just to feed his fantasy, not real.

“Of course not darling” he laughed helping me up.

We went to bed,  Dave fell asleep within seconds.

Once more I lay there in my thoughts, how good it felt to be flirted with. How good the sex was. How good I felt, and, what I had said.

The next morning over breakfast, Dave just sat there with that same stupid grin. In the end I just said “what”.

He smiled saying you were quite the wild one last night, and very vocal.

I told him I was a bit drunk and it was just to please him and his perverted fantasy.

Once again, he just smiled saying “of course dear”.

Over the next few months our sex life continued to improve, we tried lots of different things, I even started to give Dave oral more, i was actually beginning to like doing it.  More and more often his fantasy would come up, I’d play alone but laugh it off after. But I was liking the idea of it more and more.