"Even though I know you can't fuck me anymore I'm sure we'll be able to make up for that in other ways."
"Other ways?"
"Look, this is all new to both of us, let's just see how it plays out."
As it turned out, my husband's computer revealed some interesting clues about exactly how it might play out. It was quite by chance that a dead battery on my work laptop led me to go into my husband's office that day to borrow his computer. I sent the emails I needed, but just as I was about to close up, the mouse skittered over his recent history and my eye caught a website he had visited named 'sharemywife'. The name alone intrigued me and, as I clicked on it, a whole world of opportunity opened up: Cuckolding, hot wives, stags, bulls and sissy's and extensive dips into female domination. It seemed David had visited this site every day, sometimes multiple times a day. This is what turned him on? This is what he wanted us, or at least me, to experience? It made me think of a friend's wedding we had attended early in our marriage. We were both dressed to the nines, and at the open bar the drinks were flowing. A guy, a friend of the groom, asked me to dance. My husband has never been possessive so I didn't hesitate. He was a good dancer and charming company as we talked though the dance, but I couldn't help but notice how his hard-on was rubbing against my tight, thin silk dress. I only mentioned it casually to David on the way home, and he asked if I was turned on. I told him of course I wasn't, but it was nice when a girl received that reaction, particularly when the guy was otherwise a perfect gentleman. The result was that we pulled over at a forest preserve, and he took me, bent over the car, my dress pushed up around my waist, as he begged for more details.
Had it made me wet? Had I wanted him? Did I encourage him in any way? He fucked me urgently and more passionately than he had in a long time and although I hadn't thought of that night in a long while, reducing it to little more than a very drunk and rather spirited fuck, now it came into perhaps clearer focus. As I scrolled through the array of porn sites David had bookmarked, much of the trappings that went with this lifestyle didn't interest me - or didn't interest me then. I had no intention to humiliate my husband, to make him suck another guy's cock for me or to dress up in my panties and a dress. But the thought that was uppermost in my mind at the discovery was that he obviously did, and the mound of used tissues in the garbage can in his office certainly endorsed that. What also interested me were the stories of women who were 'hotwives' and of the kind of satisfaction they experienced from it, the way their lives became more vibrant, more intense, more exciting. As I closed out of David's computer, I made a vow to myself that I wouldn't tell him about the discovery. I was silently appalled that even the more extreme aspects appealed to him, but perhaps the thing that surprised me the most was that when I got up I was wet between my thighs and my panty was soaked.
