[lustarhymes]

On the way back to the hotel, J kept asking me if I'm okay...but all I had in mind was the erotic scene and should I confront my wife about it. What made her do it? Did she resist? Will she question me why didn't I stop them?

We stopped at a quiet spot overlooking Fullerton Bay along the route back to our hotel. The occasional breeze calmed me down, but the arousal in my loins were still flickering and not put out. My mind was still dazed by what I had witnessed.

J: Dear, what's wrong?
L: What's WRONG?!!! *raising my voice*
Startled by my reaction, she stumbled in her high stilettos but regained her balance. J was still flushed due to either the booze or her scandalous affair.
L: I'm sorry baby. I just need a little breather.
For the next few minutes which seemed like an eternity, I was fighting an internal battle.

Didn't I want my wife to be more open in sex? Wasn't it my ultimate fantasy to see my wife showing off her body and I've always encouraged her to do so? J couldn't understand why it turns me on so much. At times, she even called me a pervert and crazy to dream of other men use her for their sexual benefits. J and I were not deprived of sexual experiences in the bedroom or sometimes in a more adventurous setting. But hot-wifing, wife sharing or swinging is the fantasy that intrigues me the most.

One of the most appealing factor is the empowerment a husband gets with a hotwife. I feel a surge of power whenever other men try to steal a glance at my beautiful wife, especially if they are with their partners. Shoes boutiques are one of my favourites where I would spy other men with their partners looking at my wife's down blouse or hoping to catch a glimpse of her panty. I could empathise their envy and sexual greed, but I do not sympathise. Instead, their reactions fueled my ego.

As my ego swelled with the amorous admirations of my wife, I began to desire for control. Sometimes, I would relate to J how she had given a free show to a stranger, and teased her for tormenting the poor man. Then, I would reward her with the most satisfying love-making including my roleplay of that voyeur cumming in her doggie style. Not that she understands my fetish, but as years went by together, she isn't disgusted about it anymore and accepts it as just a fantasy. So her inhibitions were eroded somewhat, and her conservative nature was tainted.

On many occasions, I was able to persuade her to undo a few more buttons, convince her that her blouse isn't too see-through or her short skirt still covered her modesty. Later on I would urge her to flash her tits or ass, and only to men whom I chose while I spied at a safe distance. She took my suggestion quite positively as she always experience tremendous orgasms during our after-exhibition-sex. Close friends, relatives and colleagues are out of the equation (except some accidental events) and no braless/pantyless exhibitions. Once in awhile, the 'audience' becomes too bold. We had one guy whom started to stalk her around the mall after J had 'let the wind toyed with her flare skirt'. She was wearing a G-string that day, and he must have thought J was pantyless and a slut.

All my initial fantasies were of a submissive hotwife obeying my desires and control. Even if I sometimes pictured J as a horny slut whom just flashed me, or I was pounding her hard against her wishes, we would always return to reality. Reality was J's my prim & proper wife whom never desired to take another man's cock. Clara was the exceptional variable.

Avoiding her eyes, I spoke for the first time after what seemed forever.
L: Hmphhh...baby, is there anything you wish to tell me? *Feeling confused and dejected*
J: *sniffling* You saw it, didn't you?
I was still not ready to face my wife, but I knew she was broken down in tears. Tears of guilt or shame? Images of J being used and fingered in public with no resistance flooded my mind like in a porn scene, except my wife was the insatiable pornstar.
J: I....I am so sorry dear. I don't know what happened to me. It just...we were dancing and...and Clara was flirting with me.
L: Flirting???
J: She was saying how beautiful I am and even.... And even a woman would fall for me. Then...her hands were feeling my bare skin on my...*long pause*
L: SAY IT! WHAT DID SHE DO?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!
J was sobbing uncontrollablly now and it was hurting me despite her betrayal.
J: She caressing my legs and ass when we danced together. She was bumping into my breasts and teased me for all the hardons in the club. Clara even said I made her wet too. I thought she must be joking, until she pulled my hand to her panty and it was really wet!
L: So you must have like it?!! And even let Thom play with your ass?!!?
J: NOOO...I mean yes. *Shaking her head*
J: It felt so good and I thought it was just for casual fun, but something excited me in a different way. Clara asked if I had ever kiss a woman, then suddenly she pressed her lips on mine and pushed her tongue in my mouth gently. Instead of pushing her away, I started to feel aroused and responded with my own tongue. So when she slipped her hand under my panty, I almost cringed at her touch. My juices were flowing even before she....before she played with my pussy.

I was still dumbfounded at J's recount of her homosexual experience, but I'm beginning to understand.

L: So you enjoyed being with a woman?
J: Not any woman. I mean Clara is hot, and whatever she was doing to me, aroused the sexual flames I never knew. Like in my JC days with Anne?

Anne was J's classmate and J told me how they had a 'sexual experiment' once during a sleepover.

L: Then what about Thom?!
J: I was making out with Clara, and Thom just suddenly appeared and lifted my dress from the back.
L: But you didn't resist him.
J: I tried to nudged him away. But he grabbed my hand and rubbed his hard-on. It felt long and he started humping my ass. Ecstasy was washing over me as both of them pleasured me at the same time. Then I felt guilty and fled from them. I felt so relieved when I saw you at the bar.

There was a calmness in the moment after her confession. My wife had just confirmed her bisexual attraction, and prompted the possibility of her being shared with another man. As for me, I was glad my wife did not cheat on me emotionally, but had simply given in to her carnal desires.

L: Did you cum earlier???
J: *shaking her head*
L: Do you wanna cum?
J: *nod her head shyly*
L: We can work something out *kissing her forehead*
J looked on at me in anticipation......