„What's with this coupon: Visit to a club where I watch you having sex with others? You can't be serious."

I offered my wife Natascha the chance to have sex with another man than me, because she has never had another man and I couldn't satisfy her during intercourse. It should be another man with a bigger cock and more stamina than me. I always came too fast, she never even had the chance to come to an orgasm herself.

My wife thought that she is missing nothing, that maybe it is her fault that she couldn’t have orgasms that way and that she didn't want anyone else but me. But the seed was sown and thoughts couldn't be undone. Natascha still felt a little guilty when she secretly looked around on tinder and c-date and entered "wife 43 seeks adventure" in the profile. But within seconds, even without a profile photo, she had already received a dozen requests, two of which seemed promising.

Natascha uploaded one of the pictures that I had made of her, but only a close up part of it and suddenly she couldn’t save herself from requests. And then it happened. She, who did not feel comfortable in her body, got compliments. She realized, that obviously men, who stared at her, didn't thought her strange but were horny for her. My wife felt flattered and spurred on. She uploaded more pictures. Her sense of guilt faded. First, chatting is not cheating and second, I had wanted it that way. Most of the men were removed from her list after only a short contact, but a few remained. And especially one caused butterflies in her stomach, she got shaky when she read his chats. His name was Philip. He originally came from Nigeria but was now living not far from us in northern Germany. I noticed, that she immediately reached for her cell phone whenever she heard it ping. She used to ignore notifications, but not anymore. In retrospect, I wonder if it turned her on when I massaged her feet and thighs while she flirted with Philip on her cell phone. She later told me, that it was his smile and his dark skin that attracted her first but what singled him out was his confident and dominant behavior. My wife always saw herself as submissive but could never live that with me. From the first contact Philip left no doubt that he was going to fuck Natascha and that neither her nor me had any say in this. Initially her online search was only to see if there was someone who would think that she is hot, than to really find someone for sex although she was looking as a married woman for a sex adventure for one night. She thought that it was exciting and fun to see who answered her call. But she didn’t expected this one guy, who actually caused a tingling in her. After a short while Natascha was afraid where all this would lead and tried to end it but couldn’t.

After a few weeks Natascha took a heart and asked, if my offer still stood and told me about her partner search. Maybe she would do it just that one time, only once. And also only if I really did not mind. Well, it has been my suggestion but because of her missing vaginal orgasm I really would not need to feel obliged. As she has already told me, she is completely happy and satisfied with me, also sexually. She didn’t know if she could go through with it, her nerves would certainly not hold, and maybe he is an idiot after all and how was that supposed to go down at all, whether I'm not jealous and then she claimed that she will delete her tinder account immediately. Natascha came babbling a bit incoherently. And I had to calm her down first.

I told her that I still stood by my word. Of course I would be jealous but that could be minimized if she would let me participate. She should inform me in advance about all the developments and also send messages/photos about the progress of the evening to me. The more I would know, the less my head could get in the way.

And how should this work? Very simple, she would set a date with Philip, I would book her a hotel room in a fancy hotel then and take care of the little one for the evening all by myself. The two older ones could stay at grandmas. It would be best to start the evening in a good restaurant near the hotel. If the guy didn't fit, she could always say goodbye after dinner. It would be best to take a cab to the restaurant so that she didn't get weak kneed on the long train ride.

Natascha was not sure, she didn't log off tinder either, but chatted with Philip for a few more days. Then she came back to me:

"We've set our date. Next week Saturday at eight. I've already put the two of them up with grandma. Now you're in charge of the hotel and the table reservations. How is this going to work, I'm totally nervous; what should I wear anyway?"

I told her she should imagine, what it would be like if the evening hadn't already been arranged and instead she had to seduce Philip first. What would she want to wear if she had planned to get him into her bed that evening? With this in mind, she should be going shopping.

She told me, that she would not wear anything that she already had in her wardrobe. If the whole thing would be too expensive for me, I should tell her right then. I said, that it would be no problem for me, whatever she would buy. That we even could go shopping together at the weekend. My wife however, immediately toped it off. If we would go shopping, we would go all the way, she said. Shoes, stockings, lingerie, dress, coat, bag, jewelry, make-up and she would have to go to the hairdresser beforehand. And she wanted champagne in the hotel room and rose petals on the bed. She doesn't drink any champagne but that was fine with me. I agreed to everything.

And one more thing, she said. In the two weeks until her date, there would be no sex between us, of course. Not in any form. I could continue to massage her feet but only up to the knees. Not above. With two lovers at the same time she thought she would only fall into emotional chaos. If this was to be a success, she could only concentrate on Philip from then on.

So I booked a rather large room in an upscale hotel in the city center (including two bottles of champagne and rose petals) and reserved a table for two in a restaurant nearby that my wife likes.

One week before her date we went shopping as promised. At first she felt uncomfortable with me seeing what she buys to please another man but I encouraged her and her discomfort faded. First she bought an expensive long black dress with a deep neckline. A tight dress which followed her female form and has a deep cleavage revealing her breast just to tease her lover. She wouldn't have shoes to go with it but it didn’t matter. In the same store she bought a trench coat. She had wanted one for a long time and all the other coats wouldn’t fit with the dress. Then shoes. As always, it was hard for her to decide on shoes. Normally she wears shoes with flat or no heels. She never wears high heels, not even for me. Then, however, she decided, if not for high heels, then at least for shoes with a large heel and ankle straps. I noticed how I got a little jealous. When I say “she bought”, however, that means, as always, that I was standing at the cash register to pay. My wife does have her own card, but she hardly ever uses it. In addition to the shoe and dress, she needed stockings of course. She never wears these for me either, but those details seemed to have escaped her in her buying frenzy and the fact, that these stockings from the lingerie store have been exorbitantly expensive. But that was nothing compared to the prices for the admittedly extremely sexy dark red bra/slip combination. I didn’t know if she really needed the jewelry or if my wife just wanted to test how much I would be willing to spend, to let a stranger fuck her. She said, that she didn't wanted to wear anything that belonged to us both and besides, she had just taken my words to heart and made it her goal to seduce Philip. Now I was jealous, but I didn't say a word, because it was a huge turn on for me, to stand at the counter and pay for lingerie my wife would only wear to arouse another man in a way that he wants to have sex with her. What I didn’t knew at the counter was, that my wife’s lingerie was open at the crotch so, if her lover would have wanted to ravage her at once, he wouldn‘t have to waste time undressing her.

During the week we discussed the further course of events on Saturday. I told her that I would like her to send me a short message after dinner when she has finally decided if to go to the room with him. But please not only the facts. I wanted to know how she felt. Would she be nervous, insecure or excited and horny? If she wanted, she could also send me a few photos during the evening but I didn't think that would happen. In between I would like to have an update on how it's going. What they did together, how she felt during it, how Philips cock felt, if she had an orgasm and so on. I also gave her the option to spend the whole night with him if she felt like it. She should just let me know if she would not come home until morning.

On Saturday we brought the two older kids to grandmas. Afterwards my wife immediately started with the preparations for her date. Extensive bath, shaving of legs and intimate area, elaborate hairstyle. Nails got painted (hands and feet), lipstick and matching eyeshadow (dark violet) and make-up. For jewelry she wore a rhinestone choker, her nose and ear piercings, some matching bracelet and her wedding ring.

Afterwards I got to admire Natascha for the first time in her new outfit. Breathtaking. Her cleavage alone could make any man fall for her. I told her how great she looked, how pretty she was and that I would have liked to take her out myself right away. She asked me one last time if she should really go, if I had changed my mind, but I insisted that she had to go. I was sure that she could seduce any man and told her so.

At first my wife wasn’t sure about wearing the wedding ring. She thought it could turn of her potential lover. I assured her, that it would be the other way around. I insisted on the wedding ring, because it is the symbol of our trust. A wife who takes of her wedding ring is cheating. Not cheating her husband, who, in that case, doesn’t know anyway, but her lover and herself. Wearing the ring says: „I love my husband and I stay with him till death does us part“. Wearing the ring while indulging in extramarital affairs says the same with the addition of: “but my husband can’t satisfy me, so I get my satisfaction from someone else”. I also think it’s hot. I personally like those amateur pics where you can clearly spot the wife’s wedding ring while she’s cumming on another man’s cock. Additionally I think it’s hot for the lover too. The wedding ring is the visual proof that he is indeed fucking a married woman, another man’s wife. Like in wildlife he is replacing another man in the hierarchy. He is pumping his semen in the pussy of a woman who belongs to someone else. The aim is to impregnate the female and ending the bloodline of the competitor. So it is natural for the alpha male bull that he wants to cum in the pussy of the hotwife. Preferably without a condom. My wife is not on the pill and never was. So I have to use condoms almost all the time. It would be interesting to see if my wife would naturally surrender to the raw power of an alpha male and reject the use of condoms by herself, subconsciously craving to be bred. But that is in hindsight. Would I have had all of that thoughts at that time, angst would have gotten the better of me and I would have pleaded to my wife to call her date off.

On the way to the restaurant, Natascha send me lots of kisses, thanked me and wrote how nervous she is. I texted her, that she should come ten minutes too late to the restaurant, to raise his expectations. Shortly before arriving at the restaurant she wrote that she is there now and has soft knees. In her mind she had already left a few times but she would go in now, Philip has been waiting long enough. She would let me know if there were any news.

After a good half hour, the first sign of life. She went to the bathroom after her first long drink, long island ice tea, as always, which she drank way too fast. Philip was just like he looked on the net. And I had been right, she would have gotten him hooked even without a pre-arranged date. Now she wavered between panic and not being able to wait. When she thought about the rest of the night, panic rose in her, but also unprecedented excitement. Actually, she didn't wanted to eat anymore, she wanted to go straight to the hotel, she didn't know if she would get a bite down anyway, excited as she was. Kisses and see you later.

Almost ninety minutes I was on tenterhooks. I would have liked to jerk off every five minutes. Then finally news. They had talked a lot, she had eaten a little bit and also drank another large long drink. He wanted to know how exactly it came to this date and she had told about herself and me. About our sex life, about the fact that I am her first and only, about her lack of vaginal orgasm, about preferences and positions, about the preparations for the date, shopping, my desire for information and photos, about fear of jealousy. Is it infidelity if the husband knows? Now they were on the way to the hotel and yes, she was totally aroused. Her answer to my question what she wanted him to do with her was: Whatever he wants.

That answer excited me and made me at the same time fear to equal parts. Now angst arose. What would happen in the hotel? What would they do? Would she think about condoms? We hadn't talked about it, I took it for granted, especially since she wasn't on the pill. "Whatever he wants." There were a thousand things she would never do with me. Anal sex for example, she won't even give me a blowjob. I can lick her but she would never give me a blowjob. Supposedly so that I don't lose my respect for her. "Whatever he wants". Suddenly I was jealous, wanted to undo everything. But I didn't call her. Partly I didn't want to do that to her and not be reproached for it, partly I was afraid that she would ignore it and do it anyway and I wouldn't know how we should go on afterwards, and partly I was aroused beyond all measure myself. The champagne that I had the hotel put in the room came to my mind. Would she still be rational after long drinks and champagne? Had she thought of condoms? How could I be so stupid and not have put any in the room? I didn't think she got any condoms with her. Did he bring any? The worries started to destroy my excitement.

After a long half hour my mobile beeped. A photo. Taken with her cell phone shot by Philip. Natascha is lying on her back on the hotel bed, the dress is already off. She had lifted her arms above her head, her head slightly to the side. One of his hands massaged her left breast, which has been pulled out of the bra cup. From below, a huge steel-hard cock protrudes into the picture. Obviously he was already completely naked. Thank God his cock was dressed. I could clearly see a condom. My worries evaporated, my cock was as hard as an anchor. I had to satisfy myself while I stared at the photo of a stranger, who just in that moment was groping my wife. I came in seconds.

Later Natascha filled the gaps. On the way to the hotel, tipsy as she was, she couldn't wait. After she had put away the cell phone, Philip asked if she had written to me. She told him that she wanted to keep me up to date so I wouldn't get too jealous, but from now on it will be only about the two of them. She pulled his head close and kissed him and he kissed back willingly. I had not thought about kissing. That was too intimate for me. I think of sex as less intimate than kissing. But I didn't interrupted her story. While kissing, he pushed her against the shop window of a store that was already closed. Natasha said that at this point she was so excited by the whole situation, that she reached between his legs and massaged his cock, which was huge and even slightly swollen. The swelling cock made her even hornier. The thought of feeling his huge cock inside her pussy soon made her soaking wet. She broke off her passionate kiss and pulled him to the hotel.

As soon as they arrived in the hotel room, Natascha tore off Philips clothes and took off her own dress and lay seductively on the bed. She put her cell phone on the bedside table. Meanwhile, he stripped completely naked and lay down with my wife on the bed and caressed her. He took her cell phone and took a few photos. She noticed it, but did not mind. Then she chose one and sent it to me.

Sending that picture made her feel like a very bad girl and that turned her on immensely. I asked her later if it would have turned her on even more, if I had watched her doing it but she said that she probably wouldn't have been able to let herself go completely.

After she had sent the picture she took off the rest of her clothes. He had already poured the champagne and both toasted to a passionate night. After the first sip, however, they began to kiss passionately again. Blindly, they put away the champagne glasses. Their hands explored each other's bodies. Natasha said, she had never been so horny in her life. They fell on the bed, he kissed and sucked on her nipples while she massaged his enormous cock again, which swelled more and more. She played with his cock on her clit until she couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled him on top of her.

I got the second pic an hour later. The text attached to it was „Round 2“. The photo was made by Philip again, this time a kind of selfie. The picture was poorly lighted but it was enough to see how Natascha kneeled in front of him and giving him a blowjob, his huge cock deep in her throat. I did not know that she could do that. His respect was obviously not important to her. Then a short text message: „Next: Doggy style“. Apparently she had told him what positions she didn’t do with me. She always claimed that her ass was too big for doggy, but after this evening it only meant, that my cock was too small. I was already jerking off again but only for a little while, until I noticed, that I could no longer see a condom on his cock in that pic.

While my wife had briefly left the bedroom to go to the bathroom. He took her cell phone again, turned off the dial tone, activated the microphone and short-dialed "honey" without her noticing. I was surprised that my wife called again after a few minutes and thought something had happened and that maybe I should come and pick her up, but after I picked up the phone no one seemed to be on the line. I said her name a few times, but got no answer. I was about to hang up again but then I heard noises. At this point I still assumed that it was an unintentional call, maybe someone was lying on the phone or something. I was curious what would happen and incredibly excited. At first I could not hear much, probably smacking, my wife had come back into the room and they both kissed passionately while his hands kneaded her tits and she massaged his cock. He soon turned her onto her stomach and pushed her butt into position. She told me that he was so passionate that before he entered her he first made a hickey on her butt and licked her crotch with his tongue from clit to rump.

During the first round my wife could not let herself fall into it enough and he came faster than expected. But then in the second round this was different. Philip had better control of himself and my wife noticed how she was slowly carried by a wave that kept swelling inside her. Under his hard and steady thrusts, my wife came closer and closer to her first real orgasm, thrust by thrust, and it dawned on her that I had been right, not she, but I had been the problem. She moaned louder and louder. She, who usually did not even give a loud during sex, moaned so loudly and ruthlessly that I have had no problems to hear her over the cell phone. Shudders ran through her body and just before her orgasm her lover simply stopped. She asked him breathlessly to continue but he asked calmly if she really wanted to have her first real orgasm with him? "Yes, yes, go on, please“, she moaned in agony. The smacking sound of his loins slapping her ass was then clearly audible again and the wave of orgasm immediately swelled in my wife. But before she could cum he broke off again. „Please, please“, Natascha whimpered now and begged him not to hold her off any longer. "If let you orgasm now, I will own you and you have to swear that we'll meet again, that this isn't just the one-night-stand you promised your husband this would be." "Anything you want" my wife moaned, "Whenever you want, wherever you want but please keep fucking me" she begged. The smacking and moaning started again. This time it did not stop. I had to listen to my wife moaning and whimpering his name over and over again until she had her first orgasm on a man's cock with a roaring moan. An orgasm on a strangers cock.

The smacking slowed, her moans ebbed. My wife gasped and laughed, giggling in a liberated way I had never heard before. They kissed passionately and for a long time. "Oh god, I didn't know it could be like this", it burst out of my wife while they both took another sip of champagne. „I can give it to you as often as you want, whenever you want and wherever you want, Philip said, but I have one condition. Your husband must never touch you again. “My heart stopped for a moment, but I was sure that she would immediately refuse. But I heard nothing. Nothing and then the sound of kissing. Natascha had nodded to his demands.

Shortly after that, he hung up.

The last message from my wife that night came a few minutes later, without a photo and only very briefly: „Stay the night, see you tomorrow. Kisses“.