The Evolution of the HotWife Part 1-The Beginning

She waited for her husband to walk through the door… She had made sure to shower and shave all of the necessary areas. Sitting there on the stool in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his favorite sports jersey, her bare pussy so wet she could feel her juices forming a wet spot on the stool. She could smell the pheromones that were starting to fill the cool air around her.l. Over the last few weeks her desires, her fantasies, her increasing need for more….was wildly awakened. She was ready to play the part. Ready to transform again into the “HotWife” she enjoyed playing all of those years ago.

It all started about 20 years ago. I was young and more inexperienced than I cared to admit. Of course I had participated in the act of sex, I had three children. But I had never experienced “Making love” or “dirty sex”. It had been just plain old “Vanilla”. I had never been asked what I wanted. How i liked it. What my fantasies were…..until I met Tony. He was different. He wanted to hear my fantasies. My likes. My desires. He never judged me for them or degraded me for wanting to experience more. You see, Tony’s not the jealous type. He was instantly turned on by noticing other men admiring his wife. In the beginning, we had our “vanilla” encounters and a LOT of it. Don’t get me wrong, it was fantastic. But when my world opened up to inviting others into our bedroom, and many other places, it went from fantastic to euphoric.

The first time we played with someone, I was incredibly nervous. What if they don’t find me attractive? What if I don’t know what to do? What if I seem too “innocent”? How does this work? Thank goodness Tony took the lead and arranged everything. The anticipation of waiting for that night was torturous. We met “Bob” at an Italian restaurant for dinner and drinks to break the ice. Bob was an attractive man. Athletic build. Dark hair and eyes. I’m sure I looked like a shy little school girl way out of my element. I wore a short jean skirt, my favorite thong (with easy access), and a low cut blouse that showed just enough cleavage to leave the mind wondering what was underneath. Dinner went too fast and I didn’t have much of an appetite. I knew one thing for sure, and that was that this girl was going to need some liquid encouragement before we got back to the hotel. There was a pretty popular bar next door to the restaurant and we headed there after dinner. After a few drinks, the conversation shifted from “How’s the weather?” to “How do you like it?”. Tony would leave Bob and I alone for a few minutes, and I was becoming more comfortable with the unfamiliar hands, touching my inner thighs and ever so slightly brushing up against my wet pussy. I had brought my favorite bullet toy and excused myself to find the bathroom so I could prepare myself for the pleasurable torture I knew was guaranteed after I passed the remote off to the men.

Sitting at the bar, Tony on one side, and Bob on the other, my pussy was pulsating from the waves of orgasmic pleasure the bullet was forcing me to endure. The stares of the curious customers surrounding us, were continuous and more erotic than I would have ever imagined. Where did this come from? Who knew I would be so turned on by knowing the others were watching me? They were watching the changes in my facial expressions as I tried to mask the pleasure I was getting from the multiple orgasms that were ripping through me as I sat there under the men’s control.

After a few drinks and some more conversation, we started to make the walk back to the hotel, and my pussy was aching for more. I wanted to find out what it was like to be used. I wanted to be filled with that hard cock that had been teasing me all night. The walk back had calmed my nerves some and I was beginning to drip with a wetness that I had never experienced before.

Back at the hotel, my husband had released control over to Bob. He began to run his fingers along the sensitive tips of my nipples. They were erected with the excitement building. I wanted him to touch me. To feel how wet I was for him. He stood up next to the bed and ordered me to take my panties off. I quickly obliged. I threw my panties on the floor noticing the wet fabric. Bob pulled me to the edge of the bed and opened my slick folds. I wanted to feel his mouth on me. I yearned for him to taste my juices. One thing I had figured out from the many encounters I had with my husband was that I loved tasting myself on his lips after he had devoured my cunt. Bob was sucking on my clit when he started to finger my holes. I could feel my orgasm building and I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold it back. His finger stroking my pleasure spot in that come hither motion. His tongue circling my swollen nub. Tony grabbed my head from behind and moved around me so he could feed me his cock. That was it. That was all it took, and I was instantly writhing in pleasure as my orgasm peaked and I was screaming “I’m CUMMMMMIINGG”!

I laid there on the bed, unable to move, frozen from the waves of ecstasy that had just tore through my body. Tony moved back over top of me, filling my mouth with his cock. I could taste the pre-cum as the tip hit the back of my throat. Bob moved to the edge of the bed where he threw my legs up on his shoulders and started to thrust his erect member into my tight opening. He was moving in time to the rhythm of my husband’s cock gliding in and out of my mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing, harder and faster, and I knew they were both about to fill me up with that salty cum I’d been craving. As if planned, both of them exploded at the same time. Cum dripping from the side of my mouth as I struggle to swallow the built-up load that was just emptied into my throat. Bob filled my pussy with his thick load. I wanted to taste him too. I already had my husbands cum on my taste buds, but I wanted more. I leaned over and took Bob’s cock in my mouth and started sucking him dry. He was moaning as the sensations hit him in waves. We all collapsed on the bed and were frozen with pleasure.

Oh my, for the first experience that was better than I could’ve ever imagined. There might be something to this “HotWife” lifestyle after all. Bob stayed the night that night and we had a few more rounds before checkout came the next morning. I knew this was just the beginning now and the possibilities were endless. Little did I know what was to come.