Lindsay was twenty four when she discovered that, like three of her four sisters, she was unable to have children.  At first she was devastated.  We talked about adoption and even surrogates, but Lindsay rejected the ideas.  She was on depression and anxiety medication and was generally  at a low place.  Then as if a switch had been thrown she changed from her normally conservative self and dress and started to wear extremely short dresses and insanely tight tops with no bras or her other option was baggy tops which when she bent forward offered the chance to see her tits due to the  wide necks.  She also bought blouses with exceedingly low plunging neck lines that had her boobs all but falling out.  I loved the change.  She had also dumped all the medication.

Everyone suggested that it was compensating for not having children and trying to see if she was still attractive to men.  Attractive!   She had their tongues hanging out and their eyes on stalks.  Also in the bedroom she was far more adventurous.  In the past she was willing to go along with whatever I suggested, but now she was taking the lead telling me what she wanted and how she wanted it.  I loved the new Lindsay.

Well that was until one night when I had just fucked her for the second time that nigh,  in the doggy position.  We were laying recovering when she suddenly told me she wanted more cock.  I told her that she would have to wait a while for my poor overworked cock to recover.  It was now when she explained that she didn't mean more of my cock, she just meant more cocks!  She went on to say that she wanted me to find her more cocks or if I didn't she would find some for herself.  I could tell she had a tone of seriousness about her.

I decided to avoid the subject and ignore her ramblings.  About a fortnight later she asked me what I had done to find more cocks, and after I told her nothing, she gave me an ultimatum that if I didn't find her one within a month she would find her own.  There was no mistaking the fact that she really meant it.  I thought about it and found that every time I thought about Lindsay being fucked by another man I got an erection.  Where the hell do you start looking for someone to fuck your wife.

We hit Lindsay's deadline, and I still hadn't done anything about looking for men to fuck her.  Then we were invited to one of Lindsay's friend's Birthday party.  Lindsay stole the party the moment she stepped into her friends house.  Her skirt was incredibly short and the wrap around blouse didn't hide much as she moved.  Not only could you see into the blouse through the wrap part of it, but the sides were missing and you could see as much if not more through the elongated arm cut outs.  Her panties were also visible when she bent forward a little.

I went for drinks, and returned to about ten men standing around her listening to her telling them a story about something.  You could almost trip over the tongues hanging out or bump into the eyes protruding on stalks.  As the evening wore on all but two of the men had been recovered by their wives.  Of the remaining two one looked a complete dork, the other one I hated because he was just Lindsay's type, tall, thin but quite muscle bound.

Come the end of the evening Lindsay whispered something to him and he disappeared out of sight.  We made our thank yous to the host and birthday girl.  Out at the car he was waiting for us.  When we got to him Lindsay put her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue down his throat.  As I went to get in the drivers seat I told Lindsay to get in the car.  She did, in the back with Paul.  I was so shocked I didn't know what to say.  Lindsay barked at me to drive.

We live a little way out in the country.    Soon the only light was that from my headlights and I was unable to see what was happening in the back seats.  I could hear lots of kissing and rummaging as well as Oooohs and Aaaahs from Lindsay and then squelchy sounds were added.  I couldn't see, but guessed that the noise was from my wife's wet pussy.  I was now regretting not having found her someone to fuck as I might have been able to control things.  Now although I was driving, I was a passenger to other events.

I stopped the car in the drive and Lindsay and Paul were straight out of the car and I followed behind into the house.  They were no sooner through the door when Lindsay was leading him up the stairs.  I had been right about the squelching.  I could see Lindsay's pussy.  It was glistening and void of her panties.  I wonder when they came off as she had gone out with some on.  Once in our bedroom they were ripping at each other's clothes off.  Lindsay was naked first.  Well she only had two garments on, blouse and skirt.  While he finished undressing I was angry that they were going to fuck in our bed.  She could have at least used the spare bedroom.

Paul had a fairly impressive cock that stood almost vertical and was quite thick.  He lifted Lindsay off her feet and then slowly lowered her back down, trying to penetrate her pussy with his cock.  The first time it missed and ran up the crack of her arse.  As he raised her again.  Lindsay looked at me almost pleading with me to put it in for her.  I didn't need to because as Paul lowered her again, his cock found her entrance and penetrated her pussy and continued to go deeper until her pussy had taken his total length inside her.

Paul paused as they kissed for a few moments, and then he was lifting and lowering my wife on his cock.  I was angry, upset, but also very excited.  The sight of my wife's pussy rising and falling on his thick cock caused mine some discomfort being confined and restricted in my pants.  Paul took several staggers to one of the bedroom walls and continued to fuck my wife against it while he stood up.  Lindsay's legs had long since locked together behind his back as he fucked her in the upright position.

I was amazed at his stamina and strength as he fucked my wife like that for the best part of ten minutes, before he finally lowered her to the floor.  As Lindsay stood I could see his cock bent downwards as Lindsay was a good three inches shorter than Paul.  Then I heard the plop as his cock slipped out.   Paul dropped to the floor and lifted one of Lindsay's legs over his shoulder as his tongue took the place where his cock had just been.  It wasn't even two minutes before Lindsay's leg started to buckle and Paul had to stand and support Lindsay as she shuddered her way through an orgasm.

Lindsay was now like a rag doll as Paul lifted her and took her to the bed and lowered her onto it.  Then holding her feet he crawled up her body taking her feet with him.  Lindsay was now folded double with her feet beside his ears as he started a slow fucking action that slowly turned into a seriously vigorous pounding.  I saw Lindsay tense and then go floppy again as she came.  Paul was right behind her and groaned loudly signalling that he had conquered my wife's pussy as he sprayed her insides with his cum.  Slowly they untangled themselves and rolled apart.  It was several minutes before either of them had caught their breath or spoken.

Paul turned onto his side and his hand stroked over Lindsay's tits and I think was about to go down to her pussy when Lindsay turned to face him.  I think Paul was expecting Lindsay to try to get him ready again for round two.  My heart was sinking lower until she gasped that he could go now.  The way it was said left no room for misunderstanding, he had been dismissed.  I put my stiff cock back away as Paul dressed and then I showed him down and out the house.

I quickly returned to the bedroom for sloppy seconds.  It felt so different fucking a wet sloppy pussy, most unlike the tight  pussy I had been fucking for the last nine years.  Yet it also felt so sexy and right reclaiming what was mine.  It was one of the best fucks of my life and I repeated it about an hour later when I took Lindsay again from behind.  I learnt a lot about myself that night.  Besides being annoyed, angry and jealous, I was also highly turned on and I wasn't sure which emotion was winning.  What I did know was that this wasn't the end of Lindsay being a Hotwife.

After that night I started to bring men home for Lindsay.  I hated it, but also got so excited and horny watching, and there was always the sloppy seconds.  If I went more than six weeks before bringing a man home, Lindsay would go out and find one, and then knowing the bit I hate the most was when she sucked the guys cock, she would do it on purpose.  I calculated that over the last twelve years or so, Lindsay has fucked about 150 men.  Although she has had plenty of offers she has only ever fucked the men once before moving on to the next one. 

With just two exceptions I have never got involved or joined in, just taken sloppy seconds.  The two somehow both felt and seemed right and we spit roasted Lindsay.  Would I change anything about my life with a Hotwife.  No not a thing.  The feeling of getting sloppy seconds is something you just cannot describe.  By the way it has not always been just a one way street.  In those ten years I have slept with about a dozen women with not only my wife knowing but approving my choices.   If your thinking about letting your wife become a Hotwife, I would say that if you have a solid marriage, go for it and let her enjoy it and embrace it.