I fully embraced my husband’s wishes and became a slut

For almost as long as I’d known him, my husband, Jeff, would share his fantasies of sharing me. At times the way he found to work our conversations over to that subject became tedious. I mean it was relentless. He wrote me stories where I starred in threesomes, orgies, and even gangbangs. It’s not that I wasn’t turned on by the idea; I was. After all, I had been one of the easiest ultra sluts in high school. So lots of sex with lots of guys wasn’t a problem. But to some extent I had left that life behind. I had matured and decided that I’d been there, done that; and now it was time for a real, monogamous relationship.

But there were two things that worried me. First, did Jeff bring this up because he really just wanted an excuse to have other women? That would be very hard for me to take. Despite my own loose ways, and the fact that I would sometimes see more than one boyfriend on the same day, I was hyper-jealous. It would kill me for Jeff to be with another woman; even if he was letting me be with another man. I know, hypocritical. Secondly, was this one of those things he fantasized about, but couldn’t really handle when it truly happened? I mean, I was his second wife. He had lived a swinger’s lifestyle with his first wife where they messed around with a few other couples. And in the end, that relationship obviously didn’t last. I certainly didn’t want anything to come between us.

For years he brought it up, asked if I wanted to try it, and always I said “No”. As I stated above, it wasn’t that I wasn’t intrigued; I just worried what the “real” reason behind his fantasies was. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that some man would get some sort of vicarious pleasure out of me being with another man while not having that lead to some benefit for himself. He would tell me that he wanted me to garner all the physical pleasure I desired; that he wanted to see me in the throes of passion. But still I felt there was a secret motive.

One night he gave me two things he wrote. One was “Ten Reasons I Want a Hotwife”, and the other was “Ten Missions for a Hotwife”. In the first he started with a paragraph stating that while he wanted me to have the freedom to play around, he did not desire that for himself. His being allowed to have girlfriends was not part of the bargain. He pointed out that while the history for him and Susan was that they both played, and participated as swingers, the thing he liked best was when Susan and he either had a threesome with another man, or when Susan just played around on her own and told him about it. In the second document he outlined a series of escalating “missions”. It started simply like “flirting with some man”, and ended with “overnight date with boyfriend”. I must admit that reading these two documents did make my pussy moist. I told him that I was getting turned on, and that was like giving a juicy bone to a dog. He really turned up the heat on this subject. But still, I held out.

Six weeks later we were on a Caribbean cruise. Jeff doesn’t smoke, but I do. I was on the smoking deck sitting next to a nice gentleman when Jeff approached. The gentleman had been flirting a little bit, and I had been letting him. But when Jeff came up to us, the man freaked out a little. He awkwardly shook Jeff’s hand, and became very ebullient over anything Jeff had to say. It was funny to watch. After a few moments when my flirtatious gentleman finished his cigarette, he quickly made his escape. As he was leaving Jeff said, “He seemed interested in you. Sorry I made him so nervous with my arrival.”

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