Finally giving into the hotwife fantasy [MF]. Part 1

This is a story about me finally giving in to one of my husband’s deepest desires, but also about me finally allowing myself to experiment and experience things I always felt too prude to do.

I have been very happily married to Chris for 8 years. But after that many years, two kids, pandemic, and all sorts of other factors, of course our sex life gets a little stale sometimes. He has always been very turned on by the hotwife concept. He loves the idea of me turning on another man and watching me get fucked by someone else. I have always tried to indulge it by doing role play and talking dirty to him about this fetish, but I had never actually considered being with someone else.First, I just think too much about the possible consequences this would have, even though he insists that he really wants me to do it – no strings attached. And second, I have never really found someone I am super attracted to. He always wants our role play to include real people we know for his fantasy, so it has always been mutual acquaintances or his friends/my friends’ husbands – which usually turns into a moral dilemma for me, and I have just never been able to really get in to it. Anyway, while we have had fun role playing the hotwife scenario, I never thought it would be something I would actually do in real life… until recently. These next 2 stories are about the how I finally gave in to my husbands desires and became his hotwife.

I started working at the local YMCA doing some administrative work. Part of my job was to help get our club swim team organized by registering all of the new swim team members. I was told to work with the swim team coach to get all of the information I needed.

I hadn’t met him yet, so I wasn’t prepared as I made my way through the pool house and out onto the deck to find him. As I stepped out of the cool, dark hall way of the pool house, my eyes took a minute to adjust to the blaring hot sun. As soon as I got my bearings, my eyes rested on a tall, muscular, shirtless man across the pool. I literally looked him up and down, unintentionally and very obviously checking him out. He had dark hair under his baseball cap and a thick beard. It was impossible not to notice that he was very well built and handsome. And as it turns out, also super friendly. I surprisingly had butterflies in my stomach when he strolled over and introduced himself as John, the swim coach. I found myself all of a sudden feeling very self conscious and silently cursed myself for not stopping in the bathroom beforehand to check my hair and makeup – although, why would I have? I unconsciously smoothed my hair and stood up a little straighter and squared my shoulders back to show off my chest. What was going on with me? I felt like I was in high school again, talking to my crush or something. I was very attracted to him physically from the first time we met, and honestly, it had been a long time since I felt a spark like that. And I think the thing that really caught my interest was the fact that I could tell he was checking me out too.

We saw each other frequently over the next few days as we worked on the registration process and some other tedious administrative work. More than once, as I approached him, I saw him look me over – and I’ll admit that I had started picking my outfits carefully each morning to choose tops that showed off my ample cleavage or dresses that were just shy of being unprofessional because of their length. I caught him looking at my tits more than once, when he thought I didn’t notice. We started to get more friendly with one another, and although we kept things totally professional, there was definitely a lot of flirty energy and sly smiles between the two of us. Every time I was in the room with him, I felt this thick sexual tension that was exhilarating and I was really hoping I wasn’t imagining that he felt it too. It honestly started making me so hot and horny – it had been a while since I had felt this sexy (especially to someone besides my husband).

One night, after we had had a few drinks, my husband started getting frisky and wanted to move things to the bedroom. It had been a busy week for both of us, and I had so much pent up energy that I had been waiting to take out on him. I knew that he would go over the edge if I admitted to him that I was having these dirty thoughts about John, but I was blushing just thinking about it. What if he wasn’t serious this whole time? What if he got jealous or angry that I had this animal attraction to another man – and that I got wet just thinking about him looking at me. But I decided to take my chances and call his bluff… I told Chris that I thought I had recently finally found someone that I was actually attracted to and I would actually be interested in. He was immediately interested and couldn’t believe I was finally going to humor his fantasy. He had a huge grin on his face and couldn’t wait to hear my choice. As soon as I said “ummm, it’s John, the swim coach”, he laughed and exclaimed, “I knew it! Holy shit! That’s so hot babe. I mean – I don’t blame you. I know he’s really fit. Tell me more!” I couldn’t believe I had been so transparent. But my husband was 100% on board and wanted me to pursue it. I felt like such a slut and a bad wife, but it was also very exciting.

Chris immediately got a raging boner just hearing me admit this, and roughly ordered me upstairs. He turned off the lights and told me to pretend he was John, and to show him what I wanted to do with him. My pussy was soaking wet just thinking about it. I began making out with him and felt so hungry for him in that moment. I wanted him to fill me up. I wondered how it would actually feel to be with John and if he would know how to touch me and please me the way my husband does. I wondered how big his dick was and if it would feel as good as Chris’s long, thick cock inside me. Chris reached down and ran his fingers over my pussy. He felt the wet stain on my underwear that had already formed and he said, “Oh my god. I guess you really do want him, huh?”

“Fuck yes! I want to fuck you so badly, John. I’ve been thinking about it ever since the first time I saw you.” I said in my sexiest voice trying to please his role playing fantasy. “I can’t wait to feel your big cock in the back of my throat. And I want you to fuck my tight little pussy and make me your dirty little slut tonight. I will do whatever you want.” I got down on my knees and pulled off Chris’s shorts. I took his huge erection in my mouth and shoved it as deep as I could. I began feverishly licking and sucking his dick with more enthusiasm than I’m sure I had had in a long time. I could tell he was close to cumming already. He pulled me up and peeled my shirt off of me. He fondled my tits as he took off my bra and began kissing me and teasing my nipples with licks and light biting. I moaned in ecstasy and anticipation. I wanted him so badly. He pushed me down on the bed and ripped off my soaked panties. He softly licked my swollen, wet pussy up and down and circled my clit expertly. He was so good at going down on me and knew exactly what to do to make me cum every time.

“Imagine this is John. Close your eyes and imagine how good it would feel to have him licking your pussy like this.” Chris ordered. I was happy to oblige. I closed my eyes and let myself fantasize. His tongue began working fast and he slid two fingers in me and started steadily fingering me with increasing pressure and speed. I grabbed him by his hair and pushed his face harder toward me, as he lapped at my pussy. “Yes! Yes! Oh my god, John. Yes, just like that!” I came so hard and intensely that all of the blood rushed from my head, and I couldn’t hear for a few moments as I caught my breath. It was the best orgasm I could remember having in a very long time.

Chris got on top of me and directed his throbbing erection into my now even more wet slit. I let out a low moan – it felt so good to feel him filling me up. Even though I had just cum, I could already feel another orgasm building inside me. He pounded my pussy over and over, then abruptly stopped and pulled out. “Show me how you would fuck him.” Chris commanded. I obeyed and pushed him over onto his back. I knelt on top of him and got onto my feet as I lowered myself down onto his huge, hard dick. I moved up and down, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I felt his dick in my g spot and pulled him out quickly because that always made me squirt which felt great and also drove him crazy. I squirted all over him and he moaned loudly. I wondered if John would like that too. I got back on top of him and grinded my pussy on his dick. His big dick and the stimulation on my clit was amazing. I wanted to make him cum and feel as good as I did.“Cum for me baby. Cum for me John. I want you to fill me up with your cum and make me your little slut.” I begged. I knew Chris wouldn’t be able to resist that request.

Chris rolled me over and fucked me again. I reached down and rubbed my clit while he fucked me hard and fast. I felt his dick start to twitch and throb as he came deep inside me. I loved that feeling and I rubbed my clit faster as I began to cum too. It was amazing, but often rare, that we were able to come at the exact same time. It was such a powerful climax for both of us, and we collapsed onto the bed afterward, panting and catching our breath.

That was the first of many, many intense fucks that we began to have now that we had begun to explore this fantasy and as I finally let myself give in to it. We had hot, dirty, amazing sex like we hadn’t since we first met in college. It was on my mind all the time, and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t control myself and had to start masturbating often because Chris couldn’t even keep up with my newfound sex drive. I never knew I would love this hotwife fantasy so much or that it would turn me into such a horny little slut. What I did know, was that I really did want to experience it now in real life. I hoped that Chris was really up to letting me indulge in it, too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oiqzkt/finally_giving_into_the_hotwife_fantasy_mf_part_1