She is a shorty, 5’1 tall. Her sexiest feature is her thighs, thick, fair and juicy which melt right into her curvy tight ass. But what accentuates that lower frame is her narrow waist. I am talking about my wife and how I started having a hotwife fantasy about her. She is Mallu, curly black hair and doe eyes with big, pouty lips and 34 D tits. Watching guys struggle to look away from her curves became an absolute thrill for me. I was completely open about it with her; each time someone checked her out, I’d softly point it out in her ear.
She’d subtly steal a glance back and let me know if he was her type. Sex often involved discussing the hottest guy she’d spotted during the day. One night, I asked if she would actually go to bed with one of those men if the situation ever lined up. She immediately resisted, telling me she never wanted to do anything to compromise us. It took a while to assure her that my love and trust were unwavering, and that making this dynamic a reality was something I had fantasised about for a long time.
She eventually caved, and the culmination of our fantasy finally happened in Goa. By the time we settled into our villa, evening had set in, so we headed out clubbing. We were having a good time sipping cocktails and dancing to the light rhythm. That’s when another pair drifted over, dancing right beside us. The guy was genuinely handsome—around 6ft tall, with light stubble and a broad, well-built frame. He moved effortlessly, like his steps were taken right out of a salsa routine, while the girl he was dancing with was getting cheered on by her girlfriends at a nearby table.
Soon enough, I realized the girl he was dancing with was just another tourist there and before long, she left the club with her group. The man headed to the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey while his eyes occasionally drifted over to my wife’s sexy lower frame. We too had receded back to our table as the crowd started to fizzle out into the night. That was when I heard a confident, ‘Excuse me, sir,’ from behind us. It was our man. He politely told me that he had been admiring my wife’s movements on the floor and asked for my permission to dance with her in the most gentlemanly way possible.
I looked over at my wife and caught the unmistakable sparkle in her eye, and from there, the obvious happened. Later, invited him over to join us at our table and ordered another round of drinks. It turned out he was a software engineer from Bangalore, taking a long break in Goa. We had a great time chatting into the late hours before finally parting ways for the night. Back in our villa, we had an intense, passionate sex of our lives while she whispered in my ear about how badly she had wanted him.
We spent the entire next day sightseeing, but on our third day, luck brought us together again at a beachside shack bar. He was sitting there with a beer, and the moment he saw us, he waved us over. The bar was fitted with low, plush couches, spacious enough for two, yet designed in a way that pulled people close. I gave my wife’s elbow a subtle nudge and guided her into the seat beside him. His arm draped effortlessly around her shoulders, completely tucking her into his side as he continued drinking his beer.
I could tell he had already realised we weren’t a typical couple. Setting his beer down, he rested a cool palm against her warm skin. ‘You have a gorgeous wife, man,’ he admitted softly, rubbing his fingers in slow strokes from her knee straight up to the hem of her denim shorts. “You don’t mind, do you?” he murmured. Instead of answering with words, I lifted my bottle in a silent toast, gave him a subtle wink, and leaned back into my cushion. What happened next took my breath away.
The moment the electronic lock clicked open; he took control. He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as their mouths locked together again, continuing the passion from the beach bar. He dug his fingers into her curvy ass, squeezing firmly while deepening the kiss. I opened the bedroom door ahead of them, and he gently threw her onto the mattress. While she got settled, I loosened my shirt, poured a heavy splash of whiskey into a glass, and claimed my seat on the couch in the corner.
She looked up at me from the bed, her eyes wide. ‘You’re okay with this, right babe?’ she checked. I blew her a kiss, swirling my glass, and let my smile show her just how excited I was.” He poured a drink for himself and brought his glass to mine. ‘Cheers, man,’ he said as our glasses clinked. He downed the shot in one gulp and headed straight to the bed, climbing over her as she giggled at his sudden move. His kisses worked their way down her body. I could hear a soft gasp escape her mouth as he gently bit her neck.
His lips moved lower while his hands squeezed her tits over her pink crop top. He spent a few moments at her navel, exploring her belly button with his tongue, before quickly unbuttoning her denim shorts and pulling them off. Lowering his face close, he paused to take in her scent before pressing his lips down, kissing and lapping up her juices. I went to the bed for a second and tugged at the knot of her top, making it easy for him to access. He took the cue and ripped it off her body. There she was, my lovely wife, naked and being pleasured by a stranger.
He was quick to wear a condom. as my wife looked into my eyes with lust and longing. I grabbed her palms to prepare her for it. She closed her eyes and got ready to take it. A soft moan escaped her mouth as he slowly entered her. His pace was gentle at first but soon she was moaning with pleasure as he kept hitting her hard like a sledgehammer, her tits bouncing all over the place at each thrust.