**Hi readers! Another Redditor reached out to me and asked if I would write a hotwife story for he and his wife to read. I was honored to do it and had a lot of fun. I hope you like it and provide feedback for both me (the writer), my wife, the requesting Redditor, and his wife to read and enjoy.**
“Aren’t I already a hot wife?” Kristi asked with a smile as she took a sip of her wine.
Matt chuckled and explained, “No sweetie… a hotwife.” He went on to explain the concept of a hotwife. An agreed upon lifestyle where she has freedom and flexibility to fuck others. He blushed as he confessed how aroused he gets thinking of her being pleasured by another man.
Kristi sat on the couch in stunned silence. Surely, her husband of many years wasn’t suggesting that she could have sex with other men. He went on to say how much fun it would be to join in, or just watch. Kristi felt a dull heat grow between her legs as Matt described times, he had fantasized about her fucking another man.
They drank their wine and kept fantasizing. Even through Kristi felt the warmth and wetness spread to her panties, she still considered it just a fantasy. Matt, however, felt like this was moving the fantasy steps closer to reality.
The steamy discussion led to deep kissing and within moments, Kristi was taking Matt’s cock into her mouth. His hard cock had always kept her satisfied so she couldn’t quite understand why the thought of another man fucking her got her so aroused. She took him halfway in her mouth and let out a stifled gag. Matt fought the urge to guide her deeper, knowing that she gagged easily.
Moments later, Matt was flipping Kristi over and spreading her legs wide on the couch. He slid his throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy. They fucked like passionate lovers. The build up of the conversation drove them both to fast strong orgasms. Matt fucked her deeply before his cock erupted with multiple spurts of hot white cum, deep into his wife’s eager pussy.
They showered and snuggled close in bed. Kristi thought that was the end of the fantasy, so she let her mind roam. *How would I even approach another man?* she thought to herself. *Does Matt really want me to fuck another man, wouldn’t he be jealous?* she pondered. She dozed off to sleep with the fantasy of fucking an unknown man in a hotel room. Matt was sitting, fully clothed in the armchair across the room, casually watching and smiling as Kristi’s new lover brought her to orgasm again and again.
The rest of the week droned on. Though Matt and Kristi were both occupied with the realities of their professional careers, Matt couldn’t get the fantasy off his mind. He knew that his sweet wife would need a bit of a nudge if she was to become a hotwife. He talked to Kristi about a quiet night in on Friday, but he had ulterior motives. On his way home from work, he stopped to buy Kristi a new set of lingerie. It was a lacy black bra with a matching garter belt and thigh-high stockings. Matt set the lingerie out on her bed for her to see when she got home.
When Kristi went to the bedroom to change into her pajamas for their night in, she was shocked to find the new outfit. Matt joined her in the room and explained.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week…” he confessed. She looked at him, puzzled. “So, tonight… I’ll be having a night in and you’ll be having a night out. All I ask is that you be safe and keep me updated. Maybe a picture or two with whatever guy is lucky enough to fuck you before you get home.” Kristi’s face burned crimson. She couldn’t believe he was serious. Her stomach did backflips and her eyes went from Matt to the lingerie and back. *He is serious…* she told herself. *This is really happening…*
Kristi showered and donned her lingerie before finding a little black dress. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to multiply as she got dressed. The bra gave her C cup breasts the perfect cleavage and she wanted her dress to show that off. She modeled clothes for Matt before selecting a black dress with a deep V plunge, showing off her breasts. Her legs and ass were on display too, in the tight black dress. She looked stunning. Matt’s cock was hard in his pajama bottoms and the possibilities of the night seemed to swirl in his mind like an intoxicating mixed cocktail.
Soon, Kristi was in a Lyft, going to a posh martini bar at an upscale hotel. She had to remind herself to breath as her nervous energy was bubbling up inside of her. She texted Matt.
*Almost to the bar… are you sure about this?*
His response was simple and effective, *You look so sexy, I want to hear about the man that fucks my wife tonight. Don’t get too worn out, I get you when you get home too…* Kristi blushed and felt her clit gently throb.
As Kristi took a seat at the bar, she ordered a dirty martini. Her eyes scanned the bar, looking for men. She had no idea how to flirt or speak with a man, it had been so many years. As she scanned the bar to her right, a man took a seat to her left, leaving one bar seat in between them. Kristi’s martini hadn’t arrived yet and the man leaned over to ask, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Kristi almost jumped out of her seat at the man’s voice. She turned to see him. He was in his early 40’s with deep piercing green eyes and a full beard. His hair was cut short and he was giving her a confident and charming smile. He was wearing what looked like a very nice suit. She assumed he was a professional, working downtown.
“Erm, I’ve got a drink on it’s way, but I wouldn’t turn down a nice conversation.” Kristi surprised herself with out smooth she was. Her eyes scanned him, and she noticed his did the same. His eyes locked on her wedding ring but that didn’t stop his eyes from scanning and appreciating her cleavage on display.
“Are you staying at the hotel?” He asked. His tone was confident, brazen, bold, commanding. Kristi was taken by him. His rugged handsomeness was captivating.
“Maybe, I don’t have plans yet. At some point, I’ll get home to my husband.” She responded coolly. She was drawn in by his deep green eyes and broad shoulders. He looked like he could be a professional athlete. At that moment her martini came, and she took a sip, looking back at her new friend. They didn’t exchange names and it didn’t seem like he had any intention of doing so.
“I’m in town for business and fly out tomorrow. I think your next drink should be in my room,” he said. It wasn’t a question, but Kristi felt compelled to answer. “Sure…” she crossed her legs and reached for her phone, “let me text my husband and let him know not to wait up…” She had to control her breath again as the butterflies seemed to double in numbers, fluttering in her tummy. *This isn’t really happening…is it?!* She asked herself as started to text Matt.
*Found a man… he’s very handsome. He invited me to his room. * She set her phone down and within seconds Matt’s reply came. She meant it too, she was very attracted to him. She was worried that Matt might feel jealous.
*FUCK that’s so hot… I’m so hard… Go get it…* Kristi tried not to blush at his respond and turned back to the man at the bar.
“Do you make a better martini than the bartender?” She asked in her best sultry voice. She liked her martini but was looking for any excuse to advance more with him.
He leaned in with brazen confidence and smiled. He got close enough so that he could whisper and only she would hear. “Be a good girl, come with me and find out.” He dropped a $20 bill on the bar for her drink and stood up to leave. Almost hypnotized by his confidence and energy, Kristi set her drink down and stood up to follow him.
Once they got in the elevator, he touched her. He grabbed her hips and pressed her against the lift. She let out a gasp at his bold behavior. Without another word, he kissed her. His lips were magic, his tongue entered her mouth and danced with hers. Kristi’s knees trembled as this new man pinned her body against the elevator and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, he looked deep into her eyes and asked, “Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?”
She tried to catch her breath and think but before she could, she squeaked out a “Yes.” The elevator came to a stop and he led her out by the hand. He confidently and slowly walked down the hallway to his hotel suite. Once inside, he closed the door and pressed her body against it. He was behind her and she could feel his hard cock press against her ass. His hands were all over her, exploring, rough, taking. She moaned under his touch, under his control. She felt like she was melting into him. He unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, exposing her in the lingerie her sweet husband and bought for her.
He flipped her around and she saw the lust in his eyes. “Knees.” He commanded. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t think, she obeyed. She dropped to her knees and started to undo his belt and pants. She pulled his large uncut cock out of his pants. He was large. Hard. Veiny. He grabbed his own cock and traced it around her lips. She looked up at him, her own eyes were hungry. She wanted his cock and opened her mouth to take him. Inch by inch, he filled her mouth. She moaned as she took more of him, trying not to break eye contact. He started to thrust his cock into her mouth. He was close to the same length of her husband but touch thicker. She gagged as he pressed deeper in her mouth. When she tried to pull away, she found that she was pinned against the door. Her hands came up to his hips to slow his thrusts but he pushed them back down. Her eyes started to water, and she looked up at him. He kept thrusting, fucking her mouth, using it for his pleasure. He looked down at her and said in a low voice, “good girl…”.
Her mouth was being used. She was gagging and drool started to fall to her breasts. Kristi found herself loving it. Her pussy was nearly dripping wet as this new man was fucking her mouth and throat. The hotel suite quickly filled with the sound of *gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck* when he fucked her mouth. He pulled his cock back and she gasped for air, long strings of drool dripping on to her breasts. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed her by the wrists and pulling her to her feet. He led her to the bed and pushed her knees on to it, Kristi fell forward on to all fours, looking back to see he was stripping naked.
He reached forward and roughly pulled her wet panties to the side. “You’re so wet for me…good girl…” he said again in that low voice. She wanted to melt every time he called her a good girl. He rubbed his cockhead against her clit and it sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her body. He kept teasing her by rubbing his cockhead across her wet slit, her clit and her asshole. She pressed her hips back towards him, silently begging for his cock.
“You want this cock?” he asked.
“Oh fuck, yes, give me your cock…” she moaned.
“Does this naughty wife want my cock?” he asked, his voice more commanding. Her mind flashed on the words ‘naughty’ and ‘wife’. Is that what she had become? Whatever it was, she loved it and craved more.
“Please, fuck this naughty wife…” she said, begging now.
He slowly slid his massive cock in her tight sex. He let out a groan as he did. She moaned deeply as, inch by inch, he filled her. He was thick and long and it was almost uncomfortable. She reached back to press his hips away gently but instead he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her lower back. He started to fuck her. Hard. Rough. His hips were pounding her ass hard, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. She felt her orgasm build, quickly. She was right on the edge when he used his free hand to spank her ass, leaving a deep pink handprint. Kristi tightened around his cock. The powerful orgasm enveloped her body and she almost went limp. He didn’t change his cadence or strength, relentlessly pounding the new hotwife from behind.
He continued to fuck her, slapping her ass and calling her a slut. Kristi loved it and was leaning into him more, another silent begging for him to fuck her harder. He pulled both of her arms behind her back, so her face was pressed into the bed. He was so hard and it felt like he was fucking her all night, this would have been a marathon session with her husband. His big strong hand grabbed her ass cheek hard and she knew he must be close to cumming. Between moans, she tried to tell him to pull out but with how rough he was manhandling her, she couldn’t get the words out.
He buried his cock deep in her pussy. She could feel him throb, spurt, explode inside of her. A rush of hot cum flooded her. She was cumming at the same time. She was wailing into the bed as the powerful orgasms made her body shake. His cock kept pulsing inside of her and for a moment, she thought it wouldn’t end. His moans and groans filled the room.
When he finally finished, he pulled his cock out and quickly pulled her panties back inside. “Keep that there for hubby.” He said, referring to her cum filled pussy. He walked to the door to pick up her dress and purse. He walked it back to the bed and set it down next to her. Kristi was still in the same position, her head and body swimming. The stranger set the dress next to her on the bed and leaned in to kiss her. She leaned into him, her body felt like it was glowing and melting into the bed.
“Hand me your phone, unlocked.” He said. She didn’t hesitate to comply and pulled her phone from her small bag, handing it to him. He walked behind her and took pictures of her used body, her ass in the air and his hot cum leaking into her panties and on to her thighs. He then put his cellphone number in her phone with the saved name of “Bull”. He handed her the phone back with instructions. “Tell me how hubby likes you getting sent home nice and full. Text me and I’ll let you know when I’m in town again.” He kissed her again before walking to the bathroom suite to start showering.
She got dressed quickly and let herself out of the suite. As she walked toward the elevator, she looked at the pictures he took. She loved them. She felt sexy, dirty, slutty. She sent the pictures to Matt and his reply delightfully surprised her. It was a picture of his hard cock asking her to come home for him. She blushed again and smiled, eager and excited.
Kristi went home that night and Matt fucked her three times, once on the couch with her pussy still filled from her bull, once in the shower, and finally a slow lovemaking session in bed before they collapsed and fell asleep. His ultimate fantasy fulfilled, and her new fantasy fulfilled. Her transition to a hotwife was more thrilling than she could have imagined.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mblzex/a_new_hotwifes_journey_fiction_requested_story