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Kayla kissed me, told me she loved me and then grabbed the little bag off the bed.

Out of a small cloth jewelry pouch that had “naughty” embroidered in it in small letters, she removed a ring. It was less ornate than the one on her finger, with a fake diamond, but it was still unmistakably a wedding ring.

She looked at me again, took a deep breath and slid her real wedding ring off. She dropped it into the bag, and put the fake one onto her finger, and adjusted it until it was into the right spot. The pomp and circumstance seemed both over the top and entirely needed for a moment like this.

She started with her versions of the lines we had discussed for this exact moment. “If I give you this bag with my real wedding ring and you accept it, the rules *all* change. I’m yours when I’m wearing that ring. With this ring though, who knows. I make no promises about what happens next, how long this ring stays on or how involved you get to be. I know what your desires are and I know my tendencies when I get in the moment. While I’ll try to make it mostly enjoyable for you, too, we both know we don’t really know how it will go. We’ll figure it out and solve it because I love you and you love me, but you’re giving up control. All of it.”

She held out her hand with the bag. I gulped hard, wondered about the possibilities again, and took the ring bag from her hand. I tucked it into my bag in the cabinet of our camper van we had rented for the weekend then stood up and leaned in for a kiss. She met my lips lightly, then backed up teasingly.

“Now… Time to tell them. We’re going to go outside, I’m going to walk away and you’re going to spill your, our, little secret. You’re going to admit that you want them to fuck your wife.”

She leaned in and kissed me again, then giggled, turned and exited the van to the grassy camping lot.

The bass from music of the joint camp set up with the guys next to us bumped loudly through the open door of the van and I shook my head. I hope I could deal with what I just signed up for.

It had been a fantasy of mine for a while, in some form or another. I simply loved the idea of my cute, petite, brunette wife letting her inner slut out. She was a former cheerleader that loved to be a tease, yet never quite crossed the line to true slut status. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about it. Most of the time, I dreamed of MFM threesomes and group sex with me involved. Sometimes, especially when we were aside for travel, I dreamed of a stag/vixen setup where she’d meet someone at a bar or in a hostel or on tinder, get a bit naughty and send me pictures. And I had to admit, given how much I loved the idea of her in control and wrapping guys (including myself) around her finger, I was occasionally was more than OK with the idea of being truly cucked and even humiliated a bit. At least, in my fantasies. Real world was a different beast, maybe? We’d talked about it as a possibility for the weekend and what felt like hundreds of times before that, but the idea of it happening for the first time was still daunting for both of us. Especially given our different styles on exactly what we wanted and our approach. Kayla was more of an emotional “on feel” type, and if the vibe was right, she knew she’d lean in, but she knew trying to follow preset rules could take her out or the mood. The solution we’d come up with was the new ring, her little speech and a promise that if things got messy, we’d figure it all out – she (and we) were *allowed* to make some mistakes.

But now we were here, at a music festival with infinite possibilities in front of us. We had a camper van for some privacy, but if we were being honest, we both knew the jackpot had been hit from the moment we pulled in. Spilling out of the van next to us was 4 guys in their mid to late 20s, a few years younger than us, who immediately befriended us. We’d arranged the vans slightly sideways to build space in between, set up chairs and tables and instantly had a shared campsite. Beers were popped and the fun was under way.

As soon as I met Shawn, I knew the hotwife experience was gonna begin this weekend, or would never begin at all. He was Kayla’s type to a T. Tall and fit like me, wearing a backwards hat and shades, ripped jeans and a swagger about him that I knew was gonna make Kayla’s panties and inhibitions disappear in a heartbeat. Weirdly enough, he also seemed to be a super nice guy, which took a bit of the sting out of the fact that I’d been begging my wife to discover another guy to fuck and this guy had been delivered to her mobile doorstep.

She also got along well quickly with Chris and Jason, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when she gave me the “pssst, Marcus, come talk to me” motion after about an hour and a half of hanging out. She had changed into her tiniest jean shorts and a lacy crop top that pushed her tits up and showed plenty of cleavage, offered me her ring, then pranced by the guys to go “scope out the area”, leaving them trying not to stare.

I swallowed my pride and my nervous energy, exited the van and rejoined the 4 guys in the circle as Kayla hopped away to give me my moment.

Conversation flowed as we joked and talked, getting to know each other. I found my moment when Tyler, the 4th guy, mentioned his girlfriend. I asked if any of the other guys had girlfriends, and they all shook their head no. Jason made a joke about finding some hot festival tail. It was my moment to admit my secret out loud, for the first time, to strangers.

“Well, Kayla would be mad if she knew I was telling you this because she’s not sure what her plans are, but… We’ve been talking about her being allowed to fuck other guys and decided this weekend might be the perfect time to try. No promises on whether anything actually happens, someone’s still gotta seduce her and convince her to do it, but I guess what I’m saying is that if she seems into it, I’m not going to stop any of you guys from fucking her.”

There. I had done it. At first I was met with an uncomfortable silence, then Shawn spoke up. “Duuude. Really?”

I nodded. “Ya. Really.”

“Thank God. Because it was going to be a very difficult task to not piss you off by staring at her all weekend if she’s gonna walk around in outfits like that. I try not to hit on taken women too much. Too many fights for not enough rewards. But if you’re saying she’s not taken…”

I got a little defensive. “She’s still taken. She’s still my wife,” I corrected him. But then I shrugged and admitted it again. “But I like the idea of watching her be the center of attention, whether she’s wearing clothes or not. So you won’t have to worry about her husband punching you for hitting on her.”

I answered a few more quick questions before they nodded and were ready to move on. No, I wasn’t planning on stopping playing, dancing, getting handsy or having sex with Kayla myself. Yes, I’d love to still be involved via a threesome, I’d be happy with pictures and stories but that I might have to accept not participating at all. Yes, the actual actions/choices were gonna be her call, and it was very feasible nothing happened at all. No, she hasn’t ever done it before. And finally, yes, this was something I wanted to happen. At least I wondered I did, and it was too late to change my mind now. As one final wondered on the topic, Shawn looked right at me and said “Damn. I’m going to fuck your wife.”

All I could do in response was tell him and the entire group what had been obvious to me for a while.

“Yes, I know you are.”

We had moved onto other things by the time Kayla returned, and I nodded slightly at her when we met eyes. I could feel everyone eyeing her up even more than they had before, and I knew it was only time before the lions began to pounce on the newly available piece of fresh hotwife meat.

We decided it was time to go into the festival that was just getting started with a “kickoff” Thursday night lineup. It was smaller and the full party wasn’t going yet, but the music was good and everyone was in a great mood. It didn’t take long until the guys hands found Kayla’s gyrating hips, guiding her body in front of them for a few minutes of light grinding and dancing together. She looked both hot and in her element doing it, and I could feel my lust for her building.

If there was a race at all, it was over quickly as Kayla danced less and less with me and the other guys and bounced her body against Shawn more often and more intensely. I tried to stay cool, but at one point, they walked away to “go grab a beer” and moved towards the edge of the crowd. Whether they planned on still being visible to me or not, I watched my wife lean into Shawn’s body and passionately kiss him, both of their hands exploring each other’s bodies. A heavy pang of jealousy hit me as I watched. I recognized the signs of Kayla’s arousal, pressing her body into him, grinding her crotch onto his upper thigh as he towered over her.

When they returned 10 minutes later without beers, I pulled Kayla by the waist towards me, kissed her and grabbed her ass. Her moan told me how turned on she already was and I quietly commented “beer line must have been too long, huh?”

Knowing she had been caught, she sheepishly smiled and shrugged, returning to dancing. The nights’ last artist finished with a few more hits as Kayla bounced back and forth between Shawn and me, occasionally stopping to flirt with Chris and Tyler, while Jason flirted with another girl he had just met.

We headed back to camp and I knew the moment of truth was fast approaching. I tried to be attentive to Kayla, to grab her hand while walking, to pull her in for a kiss, but she barely paid me any attention and then went back to Shawn. After a few ignored attempts from me to regain her focus, she changed her tactics. She stopped directly in front of me, kissed me quickly and forcefully, sliding her tongue past my lips. Then, breaking the kiss and pulling my neck towards her, she whispered in my ear, “This is what you wanted. I’m going to blow him and you’re going to let me. No more grabbing at or touching me…or I won’t make you a video of me sucking his cock tonight.”

I was shocked at her forwardness. With no other choice, I backed off and she resumed her aggressive flirting with Shawn. More than once, I saw her hand brush against his crotch, and I fought with the wide range of emotions. Jealousy, excitement, fear and more than a little turned on all at once.

I dropped behind them on the path and eventually I fell into a conversation with Jason and his new female friend, Emily, who was coming back to our campsite with us. They said what I knew must be apparent to the whole group. “That’s your wife? Wow.” asked Emily me, as Shawn pawed at Kayla’s ass and she bent over with her hands on her knees and shook playfully it for him.

It didn’t take long once we got back to camp. I took a seat outside the van, cracked a drink and made small talk with Chris and Tyler, while Kayla and Shawn disappeared into the van. It didn’t take long for sounds of body contact to float out and it seemed like the guys had no intention of bumping the volume of the music to drown it out. I couldn’t tell whether it was lips on lips, lips on body, or body on body making the noises, but there was no doubt they were having fun. A few brief moans added to the mix and I assume it took everything the other guys had to avoid the subject of my slutty wife. To pass the time, Tyler FaceTime’ed his girlfriend and introduced me. When she asked where Shawn was, Tyler just started laughing, looked at me, and told her. “He’s hooking up with Marcus’s wife right now.” The look on her face gave away her surprise and interest, and she went through some of the same basic questions.

Behind closed doors, Shawn had stripped Kayla naked and was furiously eating her pussy, making sure she was as wet as feasible before hoping to fuck her. She wrapped her hands through his hair and held him in position for a bucking orgasm and motioned him up to kiss her. “You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow to fuck me.” she told him, to his disappointment, but quickly made it up to him by sliding down his body and giving as sloppy of a blowjob as she could muster. He was only a little over 5 inches, but thick and her saliva was quickly dripping down her chin. It took a little while to get used to the change from Marcus’s dick which was longer and thinner, but after a few minutes he was getting close. She switched positions so he was hanging off the bed, got onto her knees below him and whispered “wherever you want.” A few strokes later, he was blowing his load all over her chin, lips, neck and C cup tits, which she squeezed together for him for a target.

Twenty or so minutes after it started, the door opened and a shirtless Shawn exited. “She said to send you in,” he said to me, to joking cheers from the other two.

I entered to discover Kayla naked and spread with her head rolled back onto the pillow and a big smile on her face. As I got closer, I saw the ropes of cum covering her. She gave me the come here sign with her fingers and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t have much choice, so I accepted that his mess wouldn’t stop me and returned the kiss. She hungrily made out with me, moaning more as she did so. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.

I laid down next to her and tried to process what I saw. “Did you fuck him?” I asked.

She shook her head no. “He ate me out, then I sucked him and let him cum on me.”

I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or disappointed. I ran my hands over her body, not minding and maybe even slightly enjoying the jizz splatter. We began kissing again, and Kayla groped at me. I let her yank my clothes off and she rolled on top of me, grinding her crotch onto my leg as we made out. I was hard in no time, and she smiled devilishly, as if my erection reassured her that we were still good.

She took my cock in her hand and stroked me, then began telling me how thick Shawn was. It was my turn to moan slightly as she pumped me, telling me about the first new man she had tasted in 7+ years, then she asked how I was feeling about it.

“You got jealous didn’t you? How was it sitting out there while I was in there with him?”

I confirmed that I was jealous, not only while she was naked in the van, but also while watching her dance and grind and make out all night long.

She smiled again. “Awww. That’s cute. Good,” she whispered, quicking her pace with her hands. “I like you jealous, wanting me. Seriously… If you want me to stop I will, I won’t fuck him.” She had continued stroking me while saying it and could feel me getting close, and abruptly stopped the motion and her smile turned into a devilish grin. “But I don’t think you want that.”

She knew me and was playing me masterfully. If she had let me climax, there was a chance I might have called it off. But sitting on the edge of my orgasm, there was no way I could say no.

“No…” I gasped. She began pumping me again, nibbling on my ear and continuing the dirty talk.

“I think you want me to fuck him. As soon as we pulled in, you knew I was going to let him fuck me, didn’t you? And you love it?”

She stopped just short of letting me finish again. I gasped with my near climax, and gave her thing thing she was looking for, hoping it would convince her to let me cum.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, I want you to fuck him. You look so hot wrapping those guys around your finger. He’s your type – I knew that right away. My princess gets whatever she wants… And I knew you’d want him.”

“Good boy,” she said, beginning to stroke me and kiss me again. I built quickly back towards an orgasm, when she stopped again, tantalizingly close, with precum dripping out of my cock. “And how about Chris? Should I fuck him, too?”

Her finger traced from the head of my erection down my shaft to my balls and gave a light squeeze. Would I have said no to the second guy normally? I don’t know, but I was in no state to argue. “Mmm yes. Fuck him too. My wife is going to be such a slut this weekend… ”

She started again, got me close yet again, then stopped again. “And Jason?”

“Yes. Him too. All three. They can take turns so you always have a hard cock to play with. Or all at once. I want to take video of you taking all three. Fuccckk.”

Kayla’s hand was wrapped firmly around my cock, not moving at all, but the conversation led me to reflexively buck my hips looking for release. She had one last twist up her sleeve.

“Good boy, I figured you’d say that. OK, now, you… You’re not allowed to cum tonight. You’re not going to be able to fuck me for long given how pent up you already are, so you’re going to have to wait until morning.”

I bucked my hips against her hand, and she continued in a stern voice. “Seriously. Stop. If you cum tonight, your princess will kick you out of bed. You can sleep in Shawn’s tent and he’s going to come in here. Or you can be good, spoon with me and tell me how pretty I look with his cum on my tits. And then tomorrow morning you can have my still innocent, “only for my husband” cunt one last time before you have to learn to share.”

I groaned and protested, but got nowhere. She rolled into the spooning position, pressing my stiff shaft against her ass, wiggled it to make sure I knew she knew exactly what she was doing, then laid her head back on my chest. We talked for a few more minutes, and she tortured me with a few more pumps on my cock before we drifted off to sleep.

NSFW: yes

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