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My Hotwife Dilemma (Part 3)

Brynn continues her sexual metamorphosis, just as we make a startling discovery. One of our closet friends was having an affair… with her husband’s permission! Where this was taking us now became a genuine concern.

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The Pressure Builds

Over the following weeks after our visit to Tomasino’s, the signs of her new focus came out gradually, each incremental step evidence of a growing sexual metamorphosis. Whether she had always had these feelings, and had suppressed them, or whether these represented something genuinely new, they seeped into her consciousness. Something had triggered a change in her that would not let go.

I hate to keep bringing this up, but the change became so dramatic that I, her husband of 16 years, struggled to understand who this person had become. Like the line from the old alien-takeover movie, ‘who are you and what have you done with my wife?’ It seemed like that. I had no problems with it… just so different from the way she was before!

This is the same Brynn who had never spoken about sex in any way that really mattered. She had never told an off-color joke, or discussed a sexual conversation with a girlfriend, or specifically, never suggested she and I have sex. NEVER!

In our total of 18 years together, I had always been the driver. Hard to explain, really. I did not rape her, or push her into sex she didn’t want. She just agreed with whatever I suggested, but was never the one to make the first request.

Our healthy sex life up to that point mainly resulted from my always being horny and she always willing to go along. She had orgasms and clearly enjoyed the activity. No question there. Though, that’s where it stopped. Sometimes, she became so pliant I wondered if she might be a closet submissive. That was no longer a concern.

My relatively modest, slightly reserved wife gradually became… well… a sexual being. She became her desire, totally absorbed by the feelings. It reminded me of a flower blooming in the spring, opening to expose the beautiful color within. The real Brynn now appeared from the layers of crust forced on her over many years.

The first thing I noticed was her clothing. Before, she always emphasized comfort: yoga pants with a baggy sweatshirt that covered her crotch, and those ubiquitous sneakers she loved… Vans, I think. Even when we went out for an evening, she always went with modest blouses, jackets, conservative skirts at or past the knee, and simple pumps. She wore all the outfits well, especially with her ample chest. Still, nothing revealing.

Now, she dumped the sweatshirts for tops that no longer tried to hide her breasts. She showed cleavage, still relatively modest, though she did it. She wore thin t-shirts, tie-waist tops, wrap blouses that would often gap in the front, and many more. All chosen to place an emphasis on her ‘gifts’ and leave everything below the waist fully exposed. Here, her jeans got tighter, skirts shorter. The yoga pants now left her sex clearly defined, and when the weather got warmer, short shorts became the standard. She would even occasionally go bra-less around the house.

Mind you, nothing about her overt sexual behavior had changed at that point. The signals were always subtle. I saw the changing look in her eye when she first made her major clothing change, searching my expression for approval or rejection. When support always came, she got bolder.

Brynn was always a beautiful woman. Now, that beauty radiated out of her, suffused with a level of raw eroticism that everyone noticed, especially me. She suddenly gathered long glances at the stores or as we walked through parking lots.

As her clothing became more suggestive, her eyes wandered as well. The first time I caught her openly looking at a handsome young man walking by, her look so full of interest, I actually tripped over the curb. Nothing else mattered to her at that moment.

Then her native sense of humor, always a significant part of her personality, seeped into formerly forbidden areas. The first time, she texted me a link to a website that had a bunch of cartoons and funny photos. This one had a squirrel ‘threesome.’ The photo caught these three squirrels positioned in such a way that it looked like each squirrel was humping the one below it.

Okay, it was funny. For Brynn? Absolutely scandalous! I responded with a smiley face approval, and they started coming regularly. My wife was out looking for sexual jokes on the Internet!

Several months after the ‘Tomasino Incident’, not sure what else to call it, something really changed. Brynn came to me late one evening to suggest we go to bed early, her intentions clear.

To my shame, I laughed at her idea, thinking it was another bit of her new humor. Just as I was ready to come back with a leering joke in response, she stormed out of the room, tears in her eyes at the embarrassment of her perceived rejection.

I rushed after her, spending two days reassuring her about how acceptable it was for her to have these sexual feelings. That I would go along whenever she wanted. Apologizing for my surprise at her suggestion, I tried to convince her to try again.

Suddenly, all the soft clues made sense. Why she had never had these sexual feelings before had always been a mystery to me at that point. She had always been a loving person and an engaging lover. Quite enjoyable, in fact. Only internal hesitancy kept her from going in that direction. I often suspected she never had the feelings. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. She did.

Several nights later, the kids safely in bed, she came down to my office in a see-through nothing that I had not seen before. It simply took my breath away. Her clearly visible nipples, pointed out like small berries, as she leaned over, pushing her breasts in my face. ‘Interested now?’ she whispered to me. I jumped up as we rushed to the bedroom. Oh yes… definitely interested!

Our lovemaking that night was so passionate and hot, I still basked in the joy of it when we woke the next morning! My normally passive wife had somehow discovered that I approved of her having real sexual thoughts. What could be better than that?

As this transformation continued, our lives continued along pretty much as it had before. We continued to go out to eat at Tomasino’s, revisited the T-Bar many times, even tried some other bars around town, reminiscing about the time she got fondled.

Neither of us had the courage or, really, the interest, in pushing it harder at that point. Even though our sex life had moved several notches higher on any ‘hotness’ scale we had experienced before. At that point, it was still just sex with each other. We both seemed satisfied to keep it there.

Unfortunately, the reality of life is that change comes, often unbidden. Here, her desire continued growing. Her requests for sex became more frequent. And I became convinced I had entered husband-heaven, unable to envision it ever being better!

As her clothing choices changed, she also started working out at a gym she had joined. Her doing something she called a Kegel exercise caught my attention. I had to look it up. Sure enough, doing 10 every day strengthened pelvic muscles for stronger orgasms. She had put together an entire routine of planks, glute bridges, Kegels and stretching exercises to improve sexual performance.

Brynn wanted more sex and intended to shape her body to enjoy it more. As the weeks passed, her already glorious body became tighter, more defined.

These subtle hints coalesced around a deeper understanding of her internal changes, as those growing sexual needs spilled out into other aspects of her life. I suspected it had something to do with the T-Bar incident, mainly because of the timing, though not really sure at that point. Real understanding did not come until much later.

Then, something truly shocking pushed us in a totally different direction.

We were at a place over on 61st Street, called Rick’s Tavern. It was more of a sports bar, compared to the T-Bar, with a much younger crowd. It was brightly lit, and full of the noise of fun and large screen TVs for sporting events.

We got our drinks, found a table over on the side, and ordered dinner. As we chatted, and I tried to keep track of a game on the big screen, while we waited for them to deliver the food. Brynn tapped me on the arm. I looked at her, following her open stare.

There, at the bar, stood one of our closest friends, Sarra Weber. Her unusually revealing outfit caught my attention as she stood at the bar by herself.

We had known the Weber’s since we moved into town, when Sarra and Brynn had both joined a group of wives forming a playgroup for our then toddlers. To this day, the families of this playgroup remain our primary circle of friends. We do a lot of things together as couples and families, and the wives still go to lunch regularly, even though the kids are older and in school.

Sarra stood by the bar. Guys would come up to her, offering to buy a drink. She waved them off, though she did it politely. We both sensed it. She was waiting for someone.

The surprise came when her husband, Brad, walked in 15–20 minutes later. He did not go over to her. Instead, he took a seat near the entrance, positioning himself so he had a clear view of where Sarra stood. Several times, we caught her looking back at him. She even winked a few times, Brad winking back.

Brynn and I kept looking at each other. What was going on? By this time, the drama taking place before us had our complete attention. Luckily, neither of them had seen us. We speculated on what it all meant. Why wouldn’t Brad approach the bar? She seemed to be there for a reason.

And then the real shock came. A tall guy, handsome, with short-cropped black hair, dark Mediterranean features, and a formidably muscled frame, walked into the bar, heading straight for Sarra. This was it! Had to be. This was the guy she had been waiting for.

Sarra turned in welcome, hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately on the lips. Brad literally sat on the edge of his seat, not wanting to miss a single moment. The tall guy ordered a drink for them both. They chatted long enough to finish the drinks, finally walking out together… right past Brad.

Brynn’s jaw almost touched the floor when we both clearly saw Sarra glancing at Brad on the way out the door, giving him a wink. He mouthed to her… we could almost hear him say it… ‘Have fun.’ Holy shit! Sarra left with that guy and Brad approved!

I swear I saw Brynn visibly vibrating. She touched my arm; her face still looking at the entrance as Brad got up and walked out. He obviously left some time for the couple to exit the parking lot.

“She left with him and Brad allowed it!” Brynn said. “He had to have given her his blessing.”

“Looked that way to me,” I said.

“I can’t believe it. Sarra is always so quiet, so prim and proper all the time,” Brynn said, her giggles now showing her arousal.

Her eyes came up to mine. My cock throbbed at the need in those eyes. “That was… erotic,” she barely got out!

“I wonder where they were going?” I asked, trying to understand what that look meant.

“Not out to get ice cream,” she laughed. Her arousal now showed on her face as she moved her hand below the table to grasp my rigid shaft. “And I can see it got you going as well.”

We hurriedly finished eating, paid the check, and rushed home. My cock had some place it needed to be!

On the way home, Brynn had a contemplative look. “When you told me you wanted to watch me with the two guys at the T-Bar, is that what you meant? Me going up to their room… for them to make love to me?”

Has there ever been a more dangerous question asked of a husband? Did I want her to go out and sleep with some other guy?

She laughed at my hesitation. “Not sure how to answer that one, huh?”

“Yes, indeed. Brynn, this is so new to me. I get excited. No question there. Doing it, though… all the details… the impact on our relationship… Yikes!”

She put her hand on my thigh with a gentle squeeze. “I understand. I’m not sure how to respond, either.”

“I get excited thinking about you with another man,” I said. “Won’t hide that from you. You’ve seen it in action,” as my hand went down to cover hers. “Truth is, none of my fantasies, either before or since the T-Bar, have included you going off by yourself to be with another guy. I still can’t understand Brad doing that. Brynn… I’m not sure I could handle that.”

She seemed to ignore my statement completely, her mind elsewhere. “Hard to imagine Brad and Sarra doing that, isn’t it? All these times getting together, over so many years… They gave no sign that they liked kinky stuff. I never saw it, at least…”

I decided to take a gamble. “Brynn, what do you think the ladies would say… about you wanting to be taken in front of me?”

She smiled, understanding crossing her face. “No, I suppose they wouldn’t like that…”

Fuck! She accepted that statement without a second thought. She DID want to do that!

“Some things are best left in private,” I said. “One question I have. Are you going to allow Sarra her privacy on this? Not mention that we saw them? They clearly did not see us.”

“Oh, I would never have a conversation like that with any of my friends.”

“I guess that explains why you never picked up any of the signs…” I laughed.

By that time, I pulled into our garage. We wasted no time getting down to business. Brynn became an absolute animal as she tore into me, cumming hard and often. I imagined what scenes of Sarra and the tall guy played in her head. We are going to have to figure out where to go from here.

Continued in Part 4…

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