Taken, Watched, and Worshipped: My Wife's Hotwife Surrender - Part 1

She's my wife. But tonight, she's his.

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"Just then, the front door opened. Christine glided in, her hair deliciously tousled, reapplying her smudged lipstick. She smelled of cologne and sex."

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My heart raced as I helped Christine get ready for her rendezvous. She had chosen a sexy black lace teddy, accentuating every curve. “You look so tempting,” I said, my voice cracking with voyeuristic excitement.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Christine asked,. We’d discussed entering the hotwife lifestyle before, but tonight would be her first extramarital encounter.

“I want you to enjoy this,” I assured her, giving her a deep kiss. As her husband, I wanted to facilitate her sexual exploration.

The doorbell rang right on time. I squeezed Christine’s hand supportively and went to welcome her new bull. A tall, muscular man entered our home. He introduced himself as Damien, smiling hungrily at my wife’s alluring outfit.

“Stunning,” he murmured, kissing Christine’s hand. She blushed, but I could tell she was aroused by his dominant energy. They moved to the sofa and began chatting. I fetched drinks, letting the seduction unfold.

Christine flashed her wedding ring as she flirted. Our unspoken signal — she was a hotwife, taken but allowed variety. I settled into an armchair and watched with voyeuristic thrill as my wife took her first steps into this erotic new lifestyle.

Christine leaned in close, laughing softly at something Damien whispered. His confidence and charm were clearly working on my acquiescent wife. Her body language grew more relaxed and open as their flirtation intensified.