My third experience as a hotwife ?❤️ [MFM] [Group]

This is a true erotic story….from my (female) perspective of one of the hottest hotwife experiences I’ve ever had.

The suspense was absolutely killing me. I had done this before…been with another man other than my husband…but this time was different. This time it was pre-meditated and planned. This time, the three of us had been texting back and forth for weeks building up suspense to this night.

We had been group chatting with T for a few weeks. He was intelligent, witty…and was very respectful. He made me laugh….was great in group conversation and frankly….made me horny.

My husband told me to get dressed….we would be meeting T at a local bar in about an hour. I had picked out the lingerie I planned to wear– black stockings and a black matching garter belt. The black lace was soft and contrasted very vividly against my pale skin. My nipples were erect and very pink with the excitement of it all.

As I looked in the mirror I could see in my reflection that my cheeks were getting flushed….my body was naturally very very excited. This was someone I had never met before….but who had managed to get me soaking wet on numerous occasions just via text message. I was excited….nervous…..anticipating.

I put on a purple lace dress that laid above my knees, modest in the front–in the back there was exposed skin down to the small of my back. I was wearing a black and pink see through teddy…with garters and black thigh high lace stockings. I slipped my stocking covered feet into a pair of black heels, double checked my makeup and came out to show my husband. I lifted up the dress to show him that I had on a very complicated black lace panty and garter set underneath. He was smiling from ear to ear and was very relaxed…but also excited.

We text T and tell him we’ll see him at the bar shortly. My husband and I talk the entire way to the bar–my mind racing with the “what if’s”….but also equally excited. We arrive and I am anxiously looking around the bar.

The hostess asks us if we’d like a booth or to sit at a bar. We at first say that we’re waiting for someone…but then decide to take a booth in the back of the bar. My husband sits on one side of the table and I on the other. We chatted that maybe T would want to sit next to me….and joked looking around the bar wondering if anyone else would pick up what was going on.

We sit down and I very eagerly order a drink. I am so nervous…this is my first time doing anything like this with my husband present and meeting someone that we had been chatting with online. All of a sudden I look up, and from around the corner comes a handsome, well dressed guy in a white button down shirt, with a nice watch, pants and shoes. He dressed up. I am instantly impressed. He approaches the table, reaches across it and shakes my husband’s hand.

So. Fucking. Hot. It’s like he’s acknowledging what’s about to go down and thanking him for the interview. He slides next to me and says it’s nice to meet me, I can smell the cologne he’s wearing and am instantly getting wet. It’s so hot….my husband sitting across the table from us taking the two of us in….chatting with someone that I know will likely fuck my brains out in the next hour or so. I can barely contain my excitement and nerves.

The waitress comes back and we order T a drink and we all split some nachos….you can’t fuck on an empty stomach right? T comments on my dress…and very very gently puts his hand on the top of the booth around my body. His hand very very lightly touches my bare shoulder. My body is instantly reacting at the new, strange touch and I’m getting horny. I can feel myself blushing.

We chat about all kinds of things, movies, music, pop culture, sports and gaming. T is excellent at conversation–I’ve always been an intellectual and have been extremely attracted to those that can carry a conversation. At some point during the conversation…we all begin to chat about previous experiences we’ve had in the hotwife lifestyle…I shared that I had one experience at this point and my husband and I had also had a MFF threesome in the past…which peaked T’s interest. He shared with us in a gentlemanly way about his experiences as a bull…and I was fascinated to hear that there were others like us out there. That we weren’t completely crazy….that other couples out there like having their wives fuck other men.

At this point, I’ve had two bay breezes and the conversation and the very gentle light fingertip touches on my shoulder have made me insatiably horny. I look across the table at my husband in the eyes….put my foot up his pant leg and brazenly inch my hand towards T’s under the table. He puts his arm that is touching my shoulder down my back and touches my bare skin across my back….saying how he loves this dress. I’m unraveling. I want to be fucked. By T. By someone other than my husband.

I reach my hand under the table….touch his gently….and bring it over to my leg. I lift up my dress oh so slightly…and place his hand on my leg. He feels the soft stocking….and i bring his hand higher…..and higher….until he can feel the top of the thigh highs that I’m wearing and the black lacy top. He is gentlemanly and never pushes past the point that I am introducing him to. It’s so hot that he has restraint….he’s respectful…….I’m loving that he’s letting me take the lead.

I look in my husband’s eyes and the waitress is returning to the table asking if she can get us anything else….she has no idea that meanwhile I’m sitting next to someone that’s not my husband…and his hand is slowly travelling up my thighs. I introduce his hands to the garters holding up my stockings….my lace panties….and the warmth that is exuding from them. I place his hand back into his lap, his other arm still around me in the booth….and I place my hand in his lap….slowly inching it towards his cock. I trace my pinky finger near where I think it might be….and am pleasantly excited to feel an extremely hard cock in his pants. I am losing it. I am so fucking horny by this point. He begins to explore on his own and has his hand on my inner thigh under the table…slowly squeezing my thighs….and gently rubbing my leg. I swear that my pussy was dripping onto the seat.

My husband has been taking this all in….his wife sitting across the table from him…slowly introducing a stranger to her body in the middle of a bar where people are surrounding us. It’s slightly public…..taboo….and just fucking sexy. I tell my husband that I literally cannot wait any more.

We pay our tab and walk to the car….we tell T to follow us home. The entire way home I am writhing with anticipation and excitement. My husband is so excited that I want it this bad. We arrive at home and T follows us inside….his hand on the small of my back.

We get inside to the living room and T sits on an oversized love seat and my husband sits on a long, traditional couch nearby. I excuse myself to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are red…warm to the touch….I’m extremely horny. I double check my garter…it’s all in place….feel my pussy….absolutely dripping wet….and walk out to the living room.

Somehow T still is able to hold a conversation with my husband and I’m so impressed at how relaxed he is….that’s definitely not me. He’s experienced….it’s hot. I decide to sit next to him on the loveseat and he just very gently again slowly and lightly touches my back and puts his hand around my shoulder. I slowly touch his leg again……and am no longer even listening to the conversation. I’m taking in him in totality sitting next to me….the smell of his cologne….his smile….the bulge i see in his pants. I can’t take it any longer. I look at my husband and instantly give him a look that indicates that I can’t wait any longer. I look at him and I slowly climb on top of T’s lap. He reaches up and feels my dress….my body and my curves. We kiss….his tongue and mine getting more and more intense. He says he wants to see what he’s been feeling all night that I’ve worn for him tonight under my dress. (omg….yes!)

I stand up, turn around and ask him to unzip the back of my dress. I turn, face him again and take the dress above my head and let it fall to the floor. “Holy Shit”. “Holy Fucking Shit”. “I like this. This is hot”. I climb back on top of him and he squeezes my sides and hips. He feels my warm skin and the black lace. His hands run up and down my sides. I reach down and let my hair fall in his face and kiss him, deeply.

I reach down and try to unzip his pants….he kindly stands up and helps me unbutton them and I drop to my knees. I look over to my husband…..it’s taking everything in his power for his eyes not to pop out of his head…he’s biting his lip and has those horny bedroom eyes…it’s completely okay for him…which makes it hotter for me.

I gently tug his boxers and they fall to the floor, his cock is so hard and ready to be sucked……I immediately take him in my mouth and am eagerly jerking him off and allowing myself to fully appreciate his cock.

He stands me up and bends me over and begins to finger me from behind….I’m so wet…the anticipation of this moment has been killing me. He’s slightly dominant and it’s so fucking hot. I love every second of it. Once he has teased me…I ask him to sit down on the couch…..next to my husband. I put the condom on his cock and sit my pussy down on him. I am in ecstasy….My husband has begun to touch himself under his pants and is silently watching….within reach of his wife fucking T.

I slowly bounce on T’s cock….reach behind my neck and let my tits fall out of the lingerie. T takes handfuls of my tits and sucks, bites and squeezes them while moaning as I fuck him.

I had no idea that it was going to get even kinkier. He instructs me to bend over the couch and he begins to fuck me doggy from behind. I look into my husband’s eyes and he grabs my hair and fucks me hard. I absolutely love it…..my husband is so fucking into it and T is fucking me so good right now that I can’t even put it into words. I position myself in front of my husband and allow him to touch my tits as I’m getting fucked hard and tell him how fucking good T feels.

After some intense fucking, I turn around and T cums all over my tits. He graciously goes to grab a towel for me and we all take a few minutes to cool down (it had gotten pretty intense….so fucking good).

We effortlessly begin to chat about something else again and I lay down next to my husband on the couch….just checking in on him and seeing how he’s feeling….he’s chatting away with T and at some point….he begins to touch me. My clothes had all been taken off at that point….T comes over and begins to touch my tits and I bring his cock to my mouth….my husband is fingering me slowly and I’m sucking T off. I didn’t think that this much pleasure was ever possible before.

T begins to slowly deepthroat me…..and I love it……the slight dominating is really turning me on more and more. It’s so fucking sexy that I’m getting deepthroated right next to my husband who is watching this all and equally turned on.

T and I begin another intense fuck session…..hair pulling, fucking hard and moaning loudly type of fucking……the type where your neighbors probably know your name by the end of the night kind of fucking.

I suck my husband’s cock for a little bit as I’m being fucked…..but T fucks me faster and faster so that I can’t…it’s like he’s teasing me. He’s so fucking hard and is fucking me so well that I’m in ecstasy. He tells me he’s close and I take him in my mouth and swallow his load…..savor every bit of it and am just spent. I’ve been fucked so hard….the kind of fucking where the next day your hips hurt just a little bit….but you feel so sexy and it’s a reminder of what you just did the night before.

T cleans up……and we say our goodbyes and I come back inside with my husband. He immediately bends me over and begins to fuck me gently…..he knows how hard I just got fucked and it’s so fucking sexy….I’m feeling a different cock in my pussy…..he stops and licks my pussy slowly until I cum so hard against his lips……..he fucks my freshly creamy pussy until he cums…….and we chat about how fucking well that went. To this day I think about that night and cum to the memory of it over and over and over again. My husband still remembers how I looked in his eyes and was being railed from behind simultaneously……we can’t wait until the next time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a77xv5/my_third_experience_as_a_hotwife_mfm_group