[F] How I became a Hotwife Part 1

I was posting these in another Sub but seem to be randomly removed, so I thought maybe I could repost them here.

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Everything happened while I was 18 and older as the story progresses.

Part 1
It seems I have been chatting about all this for years on reddit.

So I figured, might as well just write it out from the start once and post it here.

Maybe it will be of interest to some, and maybe lead to some more conversations.

Somehow, or for some reason I love sharing this with people here. Perhaps it gives me some kind of validation, I don’t know.

I should start with a bit of background to explain how all this got started.

My Husband and I started dating in High School, he is a year and a bit older than I am and I was a virgin when we met.

I should also mention, we live in Canada, and when we started dating there was a grade 13 here. Thus we were 18 and 19 when this took place.

Now for the details,

We had only been dating maybe a month before we started having sex, I clearly remember wanting it badly.

We would make out and grope every time we got together and the desire for me to go further was pretty intense.

After the first time I remember wanting to do it again as soon as possible. I wanted to get past the uncomfortable physical feeling quickly and get “broke in” so I could enjoy it more.

It really only took a couple of times for me and then the pleasure really kicked in. I loved it and found myself wanting it pretty often. Not like a nymphomaniac, but still pretty horny.

We were having sex pretty much 4 or 5 times a week on average. My parents both worked and I had my house to myself most days after school until about 6:00 pm. Any time we wanted to we could go there after school and be sure not to be interrupted.

Honestly, it was only a few months before we were already trying all positions, exploring things. That’s when we started telling each other fantasies.

We would come up with different scenarios, sexual situations that might be hot, the usual, public sex, tie each other up, really anything that came to mind.

One fateful night, I can’t remember who brought it up, but the idea came up “Wouldn’t it be hot if I took a guy and fucked him while my BF was away or working or something, then come back and tell him what I did, or maybe he would spy on me and the other guy and watch me get laid from a hiding spot”.

Well, whoever brought it up I think is irrelevant, because we both got incredibly turned on by the idea.

It wasn’t long before that was the ONLY fantasy we talked about.

To be honest, at that point I NEVER expected anything like that would ever happen, and for a time, the fantasy was exciting enough. But I admit, when I masturbated, this was often the scene playing in my head.

I was certainly curious what it would be like with other guys, but I guess I figured someday I would have a different BF and would probably get to experience other guys that way.

But my BF and I were really good together, and when time came for him to go to college we never even considered breaking up. We loved each other and wanted to make it work.

He was going to college just a couple hours away and planned come home every other weekend as he could.

After a couple weeks went by, he was home for the weekend and we were out on a date, we had parked in our usual takeout spot and were just cuddling up and talking.

He began to act a bit nervous, I could hear it in his voice. Eventually getting the nerve to bring up the subject.

He said “You know, I don’t expect you to sit home every night while I am away…I want you to have fun and experience everything anyone else wood there last year before college”.

I asked him what he meant, even though I already suspected.

“Well, I mean…I wouldn’t be upset or jealous if you were hanging out with friends, I don’t expect you to feel tied down just because you have a boyfriend”

I wanted to clarify if he was actually trying to suggest what I thought so I asked “Even if it is guy friends?”

He laughed nervously “Of course, you should hag out with anyone you want”. I could tell by his tone and the cracking of his voice what he was truly telling me.

I decided to just thank him, and agree that I would like to go out while he was away.

We began making out and quickly lead to foreplay, and of course our favourite topic came up.

I decided to have some fun with it “Maybe while you are away I will find someone to go out on a date with”

He was getting hotter.

“Maybe I need another guy to take care of me, do your job while you are away”.

He was going crazy…we kept it up talking about how this nameless boy would would be regularly fucking me while he was hours away and clueless.

We both had never cum so hard.

Even at this point, I really never thought I would do anything like that, but I immediately decided that if the opportunity came up I would totally go on a date with a guy if I was asked.

I thought it would be fun to maybe flirt and tease a bit, maybe even kiss a bit, but no way would I be out fucking other guys while I had a boyfriend.

Truth is, I kind of already had a guy in mind.

I had a desk partner in my chemistry class that I had already been flirting with.

He knew I had a boyfriend though, so I doubted he would actually ask me out.

I became even more flirty the very next class we had…it was all I could think about getting him to ask me out. By the end of the class I wanted it so bad I finally just said “Hey, what are you doing this Friday night, we should go out!”

He was a bit surprised, and even asked if I had broken up with my BF.

I explained to him that my BF was not jealous at all and I was free to hang out with any friends I pleased. I told him that me and BF had even talked about it and he was more than cool with it.

It was an easy sell and our Date was scheduled.

I was absolutely giddy about it…I couldn’t wait for Friday night to arrive.

I waited a few days before telling my BF, It was nerve wracking getting up the courage to tell him. I wondered how he would react now that it was a reality.

I was relieved that he was almost as excited as me, maybe more.

I assured him that I would be faithful and it was just as friends…he replied “As long as you are honest with me, I am totally fine with whatever you decide to do, just have fun”

Was he really saying what I thought? Oh well, nothing would happen anyway, it was up to me and I was not a slut…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9uh6f4/f_how_i_became_a_hotwife_part_1

7 comments on “[F] How I became a Hotwife Part 1

  1. I noticed that immediately me and they guy, let’s call him Eric, became closer.

    We were just more familiar it seemed and I began to treat him more like a very close friend, almost a boyfriend that week.

    In addition to seeing him in Them class we sat together at lunch a few times and kind of flirted as we passed each other in the halls through the day.

    Finally Date Night arrived.

    I dressed in my normal tight jeans and T shirt, pink converse shoes…I did put on some cute panties and this one bra that I had that had pretty low cut cups. It would be obvious from the visible lines how low cut it was. I knew he wouldn’t get to see it other than through my T Shirt, but it made me feel sexy.

    I spent a fair bit of time getting my hair, makeup, and nails right. I wanted him to be impressed. And it seems stupid now, but at that age a year difference in age seems like a lot. I felt like the “Older woman” lol. Crazy eh?

    He picked me up in some somewhat crappy for escort or something. Not a total piece of crap but nothing fancy.

    I could feel myself blushing a bit, I felt warm and fuzzy and was a bit flush. Massive butteries in my stomach and I LOVED it!

    He opened the door for me, I hopped in, and off we went!

    We decided to go to a movie, a 7:00is showing.

    When we got there and were walking to the theatre I could see he was nervous…he must have been wondering “What is this really? A date? Are we friends? She is hot but has a boyfriend”.

    I knew it would be up to me to set the tone so when he fell behind a step or two as we walked between 2 parked cars I reached back holding out my hand for him to take with the excuse “Come on, keep up”

    I didn’t let go, and held his hand until we got to the cashier.

    Once in your seats and the lights went out I put my hand in his la and took his hand again.

    Through the movie I continually ran my thumb over his hand gently caressing.

    Through the movie I found myself thinking more and more about what would happen later. I started justifying it in my head “Maybe we could make out later…My BF did say he didn’t mind…that isn’t cheating if it is only making out and he practically said it was ok”.

    By the end I had decided…I would suggest we head straight home after the movie and I would make out with him at the back door for a while. My parents would be asleep and it would be well before my curfew.

    I think he was disappointed when I suggested we head back.

    We live in a rural community so it was about a half hour drive to my house from the theatre.

    I of course continued the touching, putting my hand on his as he drove.

    The driveway at my house went to the side of the house and faced directly at the garage. There was a door to get into the garage that was the usual entry for the house, our front door was not the usual entry point.

    My Parent’s room was on the other side of the house so conveniently, they never woke up or noticed if a car pulled in the driveway.

    I told him I didn’t have to go in yet so he could shut off the car and we could talk a bit.

    I leaned in and snuggled a bit as I told him I enjoyed the date and suggested we could do this pretty much any time we wanted if he liked.

    He said he had a great time and said he would love to go out again as often as possible.

    I smiled and told him how happy I was to hear that then leaned in to give hi a little kiss…then another…then on the third we locked in a nice deep kiss. I remember it perfectly. Our lips cautiously parting, my tongue gently pushing forward and meeting his, then slowly circling.

    It felt so nice, I knew we were in for a very passionate make out session.

    After about 10 minutes of this in his uncomfortable car I suggested he walk me up.. we had just started to touch a bit more, my hands on his chest.

    We walked up and I unlocked the door, he followed me into the garage.

    Once inside I turned to him and we immediately started up again. Now with more room his hands wandered up and down my back. I felt the the warmth of his touch, each bass of his hands he would go lower down my back. I would kiss deeper and breath heavier the further down he went to encourage him.

    Finally, his hands ran over my round ass cheeks…I let out a soft moan to let him know I was enjoying it.

    He started groping more, squeezing and feeling up my ass, our bodies pressed tightly together, my back against the wall.

    I was acutely aware of the bulge in his pants occasionally pressing against me…my mind was racing, it felt so hard..I was wondering what it would be like. My hands moved from holding him close to running over his chest.

    I couldn’t resist running them down, over his stomach, over his waist, then finally over his bulge.

    It felt so natural, my bf and I had made out like this dozens of times…I was pretty much just on auto pilot at that point. My hand rubbing over his hard cock.

    I had never really considered cock size that much, as in size differences. My BF had been my first and it seemed plenty big to me. I just assumed they were all pretty much the same. But I could sure tell Eric was a bigger handful than I had before.

    Again, the justifications were flooding my mind…”He did say I could do whatever I want” and “I can’t just leave him like this…I don’t want to be a cock tease”

    Suddenly I just decided “To Hell with it” and got down in front of him on my knees. I looked up at him and smiled. As I looked in his eyes I began tugging at his belt and buttons.

  2. how is your bf not jealous? Omg… literally a little after you two had sex, you started fucking someone else and he came into over and over again for months it seems?

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    So awesome!

  3. I already came buckets, and this is only part ONE?

    Definitely looking forward to the rest :)

  4. Please post more! This was very hot, I can imagine how much hotter the rest of your stories are.

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