Our Hotwife Conversation - Ch3 -
Jamie plunges into hotwife revenge.
Chapter 1: Hotwife idea was brought up to my wife Jamie. Initially a 'no,' but curiosity is aroused.
Chapter 2: A year later, Jamie, after losing weight, feeling better about her appearance, and reading more about hotwifing online, is open to being more of an exhibitionist. She agrees to visit a swinger resort with me in the Caribbean and show her sexy side but does not want to play. I considered offering her a financial incentive, but I never present the idea to her over concerns about her potential reaction.
A week prior to leaving for the Caribbean for ten days, Jamie teases me as she gets herself ready for bed telling me, "I have been reading more online about hotwifing. I can almost see myself in the situation and am surprised at how many couples are into this. It all sounds really hot and makes me tingle a bit. I still can't believe you would want me doing something like that."
Laying on the bed naked, clearly getting more aroused as she talks about it, I replied, "It's how we are wired as men. So long as we feel safe in our relationship, we want the woman we love most in our life to have the ultimate experience, including a world of incredible pleasure. It's something we strive for."
I then told Jamie how sexy and hot she looked. Our intimacy that night was again unleashed, raw, and passionate, but our deepest thoughts of what was possible were still held back, and the depth of that desire, quiet.
The day of the trip arrived! We boarded the plane for the long flight to the Caribbean all excited for our sexy vacation adventure.
What I never anticipated was that while we were on the airplane, Jamie would be browsing more hotwifing websites. More specifically, she stumbled across my Literotica stories on Hotwife Conversations and saw my writing about us. She further saw that I made mention of rewarding her financially to encourage hotwife activity. Even with a pseudonym, she knew full well it was my writing.
Not yet aware of what Jamie was reading, about halfway through the trip I began noticing her silence along with a pissed, angry, look on her face. She said nothing on the plane, and nor did I actually know what had gotten her upset. It wasn't until two hours later when we got off the plane that she began opening up.
When we got to a secluded area of the airport waiting for baggage and Customs, Jamie snapped at me, "I saw what you wrote online about our hotwife conversations. Why the fuck have you been writing about me? Who gave you the right to talk about us, and me, that way? And who the fuck do you think you are, thinking you can actually buy my willingness to do something like that? Do you really think your wife is a whore for sale? Is that what this is all about where you really want a whore that you can pay to get your balls off?"
I replied, "Look, I am sorry. If you truly read all of it, you will note that while I had the thought, I didn't act on it in large part because of your very concern. You know full well I don't think of you as a whore, and I never want you thinking that I think of you like that."
Before I could finish, she cut me off saying, "And you honestly think I would be willing to sell my body, even to you, for a price like that? This isn't about me or my pleasure as you say. Instead, it is more about you and you getting off watching me! I wouldn't be a bit surprised too if you have been lying to me saying you have no interest in fucking other women. I am willing to bet that's been your real goal all along and you don't even know yourself well enough to admit it!"
While I denied the accusation, in part it was true to a degree, but only if the opportunity presented itself. But it was not something I was looking to actively pursue. That said, the more pissed she became, the more the thought crossed my mind. I honestly never saw her getting this upset, and then I was feeling like shit, like I just pressed reset on the entire process of her getting excited. All I could think about at this point was how to salvage this vacation we spent months planning.
The two-hour ride to the hotel from the airport was silent and uneventful. As her anger persisted I felt more like a jerk for not understanding why she would react as emotionally as she did, and over something I only thought about, yet never enacted.
When we got to the hotel, the lobby staff was very friendly just as the brochures and websites described. It was a relief to have some respite from the eye darts stabbing me in the chest the entire trip.
While we were at the check-in counter, two handsome, well-chiseled single guys were also checking in. While checking in, they were also checking out.... Jamie. Their obvious looks and flirting did not go unnoticed, with Jamie savoring their attention. I just ignored her show.
We got to our room, and as one might expect of a swinger resort, there were mirrors on the ceiling and erotic art on the walls. The bath and shower had transparent glass walls, and just as we expected, the hot tub was right off our veranda. Jamie seemed to relax a little as she stripped off her clothes to jump in the hot tub, staring distantly at the ocean.
As she undressed, I also began undressing thinking I would join her. She immediately read my intent, and said to me, "Don't even think about getting in here with me right now! And if I have to explain why, then you are thicker than the cocks I saw bulging in the lobby wanting to fuck me!" I changed to my bathing trunks and continued unpacking.
After about thirty minutes relaxing in the hot tub, Jamie got out and dried off. I have to admit, even angry she looked fucking amazing standing there confidently and fully nude! All of her work on her physique had clearly paid off, and it was as if she knew it.
She then said to me, "You know, I am still angry with you that you would think of me as a cheap slut for sale." As she talked, I was thinking to myself $55,000 was anything but a "cheap"! And if cheap, what was her idea of an expensive slut? As fortunes would have it, I was about to find out!
Jamie continued, "I was actually starticalng to get into this idea of hotwifing for you before I read your true thoughts. And now I am thinking why do I even care what you think? The longer I think about it, the more I realize it is something I might want to do. Not because you want it, but because I might enjoy it, a lot! Even a lot more than you could imagine!"
Well now she has my full attention, in every way possible! Jamie went on to say, "You were so wrong to think I could be bought for money like that! I don't need your money. I can get along fine without your tribute. I AM going to accept your offer though, but for a lot less money than you were thinking. Starting today on this vacation, I just decided to become the hotwife you think you want."
