Journey to a Hotwife [MFM]

When I met my girlfriend for the first time, we hit things off straight away. Sex was fantastic. In fact, it was the best sex either of us had ever had. We enjoyed each other’s company and we loved spending as much time together as we possibly could.

I was thoroughly enthralled with my new woman. She kissed perfectly, had a body to die for and she was insatiable in bed. However, as our relationship progressed, a niggling little thing that had plagued me for a number of years, came to the fore.

I had an overwhelming urge to see my lady-love get fucked in front of me.

Several girlfriends before my new partner, I had been fucking a married woman on the side without her husband’s knowledge. We had managed to keep our relationship undetected for months but every meet got successively more and more dangerous. The moment that her husband would find out was very close indeed, as we took more and more risks to be with each other.

One night, I slept with her in their marital bed while he worked a night shift. Having just fucked his wife, filling her with my spunk, she turned over in bed and we cuddled in the spoons position.

I told her it was a pity that I would have to leave early in the morning before her husband’s return and that I would be quite envious of him in bed with her instead of me. She replied, “Oh, I don’t fuck him. There’s nothing better than being fucked by someone else and denying your husband. I like going to sleep knowing that there’s spunk in my cunny and he hasn’t had anything to do with it. I like the fact that he hasn’t had sex and I have. It makes me feel good.”

Her words have never left me. I’ve forgotten the details of our prior love making. All I remember is that we did have sex. But those words! The way she said them as she giggled and rubbed her naked bum into my crotch. It was clear that this woman was empowered. And I fucking liked it.

Her words were absorbed by my psyche and became part of me. In a twisted way at least. I realize now that this was the defining moment in my life when I knew I wanted to be on the receiving end of a woman like this, although back then, I never knew the word for it; let alone understand that cuckolding was a common fetish that many men have but never talk about – at least, not openly.

Back to my new girlfriend.

Several years later, I was falling deeply in love with her. I loved spending time with her and fucking her. And, when I couldn’t be with her, I would think about her and masturbate. This was unusual for me, because in previous relationships with women, I did what most men do when they’re apart from their loved ones: wank over porn and other women. I started to fantasize about her regularly when I wasn’t with her and one of the recurring fantasies I had was seeing her with another guy.

The more I fantasised, the more I conditioned myself through the reward of orgasm. It’s a vicious circle once you’re in it. An addictive cycle that is extremely difficult to break.

My new woman was becoming the sole conduit for my sexual fulfilment.

My girlfriend was so prim and proper that I dare not broach the subject of her fucking another guy in the fear that she would think I was weird, or worse; think that I didn’t want to be with her anymore. I certainly didn’t want to lose her, so for a long time, I said nothing.

Yet my urge for her to fuck another guy continued to grow until I had to say something. I just needed to time it right.

One afternoon, we were in the midst of a fucking session. She was riding me, building herself to one of her favourite clitoral orgasms. As I ran my hands gently over her back, around her hips and on to the cheeks of her arse, I suggested to her how horny it might be if we invited another man in to our bed to join our love making. A threesome perhaps, so that she could have two cocks at her disposal. As I conveyed my naughty thoughts she intensified her fucking rhythm as she absorbed everything I was saying. I ended up whispering directly into her ear, “Just imagine: a big fat dirty cock inside you while you suck on mine.”. With her eyes closed, and her self-conjoured images of my fantasy being played out in her mind, she came explosively all over my cock, balls, thighs and the bedding.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you? You naughty girl!”

“Yes I did.” she replied exhausted.

As well as sowing my seed in that fuck, the seed of my wicked idea had been planted inside her too. That germ of a thought would grow inside her until her fantasy would need to be satiated along with mine.

“It’s called cuckolding.” I told her as I began to shoot a torrent load of sperm inside her well-fucked pussy from behind. I pulled her hips towards me to make her arse cheeks splay against my body; my cock rammed up her to the hilt, ensuring that every drop of my spunk was deposited deep inside her fallopian tubes. We both shuddered to a halt.

“Cuckolding?” she asked with her head turned back and looking at me over her shoulder. Our bedroom fantasy talk had now crossed a border and entered the realms of our normal life. We lay on the bed and cuddled and kissed. I started to explain that I’d been reading about the subject online and that it was common male fantasy. “You actually want me to fuck another guy? Really?”. She clearly had doubts but the ice had been broken. We could now discuss the topic outside of the bedroom.

And talk about it we did.

Now that we could talk about cuckolding openly and frankly, it became clear that my girlfriend had a number of doubts and confidence issues that would prevent her from ever embarking down this path.

She could not comprehend how someone – who is supposed to love you – would want you to do anything like this and fuck another guy. And thinking beyond that, she thought that if she did fuck another guy and I didn’t like it, then it would spoil our relationship irrecoverably. Regardless of my continued and loving assurances, she remained unconvinced. She just wasn’t buying it.

Despite being the prettiest thing I have ever laid my eyes on, my girl started to become very conscious about the way she looked, although her self perception was distorted in my opinion. She thought she looked old, fat and unattractive; that she wouldn’t be good enough for anybody else and that she would repulse any man she met.

Her thoughts were becoming emotional and she would get upset if I tried talking about the subject, even in bed during our love making.

I was massively disappointed that a topic, that had once boosted our love making, had suddenly become taboo. Consequently, I’d become emotional too; annoyed and moody. I tried my best to put the notion to the back of my head and just carry on as normal, but it was a bloody difficult task to do. After all, it had occupied a lot of our time, in bed and outside it. Now it was gone.

I found myself seeking a solution to these problems: a way to convince my girlfriend that she was indeed attractive and sexy to other men; a way to show her that it would not affect our relationship for the worse; and a way to show her that I do love her.

Then, an idea came to me…

“How about we make love to each other in front of another man?”

“What? Just have him watch, you mean, and not for him to join in?”

The discussion of another fantasy had begun; a cut down version of the last, with all the elements that were causing her distress, now removed.

We resurrected our naughty talk in bed, talking about how horny it would be for another man to watch us while we fucked together. She would often ask, “Do you think he will wank while he watches us?” and I would answer, “Oh fuck yes! You’re gorgeous!”

This kind of fantasy talk gathered momentum very quickly and before I knew it, she had given me the go ahead to find someone suitable.

The internet was in its infancy and very different back then, but the obvious tool to find a voyeur to fulfill our revised fantasy.

Nothing changes though. I still had to sift through an endless stream of dross replies until I happened upon one that piqued my interest. This candidate had taken the time to respond to my specific ad with a pleasing amount of detail. He was married but wanted to play solo because his wife had declined his prior requests to swing and fuck other men. He loved her but still wanted the experience of meeting a couple to act out his many fantasies; watching a couple fuck being just one them. He was professional, articulate, and lived a decent distance from us, which meant that we would never meet in regular life. However, he visited our area regularly on business trips, so frequent meets would not be a problem if things worked out.

I met with him socially and liked him. We then agreed a date for him to visit and watch my girlfriend and I fuck.

We became really nervous as the appointed evening approached, my girlfriend in particular, because she had not met this man yet. Despite her anxiety, she was turned on big time, knowing that a man she hadn’t met – a total stranger – would walk into our house soon and watch us fuck.

We fucked like bunnies for days.

As the time of our voyeur’s arrival approached that evening, my girlfriend got more nervous by the minute. However, she had been very brave earlier in dressing herself for the occasion. She wore French knickers, with matching bra and hold up stockings; all disguised very elegantly with a black, silky night top.

I answered the knock at the door and showed our guest to our spacious living room area where he met my girlfriend for the first time. I could tell that he was very pleased with what he saw as he and my girl said hello and exchanged a friendly kiss.

We guided him to sit in an arm chair opposite our sofa and my girlfriend and I started to kiss each other as we remained standing in front of him. Within a few minutes, I started to slide her night top over her shoulders and down her back, slowly, revealing my her sexy body to our willing onlooker. As I was about to discard her garment to the floor, my girlfriend turned to look at our guest for some sort of appraisal and feedback. In complete silence, she saw a definite nod of approval and a massive erect penis jutting out from our voyeur’s trousers, which he was stroking gently.

I touched my girlfriend’s chin gently and guided her head back to face me with one finger. As our lips met, she started to unbutton my jeans as I undid the clasp of her bra. When I unleashed her big tits from confinement, she leant forward to pull down my jeans and underwear in one go. As the material descended around my thighs, my cock sprang upward and almost hit her in the face.

We rearranged ourselves very quickly. I sat back on the sofa to remove all of my clothes and my girlfriend knelt in front of me, her big breasts swaying freely. Still in her knickers and hold up stockings, her bum and legs were now in direct view of our rampant guest as she started to lick around the tip of my cock and down my stiff veiny shaft.

As my girlfriend began to deepthroat my cock in earnest, I made eye contact with our guest, who was clearly enjoying the show. He gestured and mouthed the words: “Can I get closer?”.

She was in her own little world; concentrating on giving me one hell of a blow job and blotting out what was going on around her. I nodded to him in reply. He stood and removed all his clothing, while my girlfriend continued sucking my dick.

She must have been aware that he was removing his clothes behind her back and then kneeling behind her prior to him touching her hips and running his hands gently down over her sexy bum. This impromptu action didn’t phase her. She wriggled her bum in appreciation as his hands continued to roam softly over the cheeks of her arse and down around her soft, velvety thighs.

“God! She’s fucking wet mate!”

I didn’t realize it, but within a short time of him caressing my girlfriend’s fabulous bottom half, he had stuck a couple of his fingers under the gusset of her knickers and started to finger her moist pussy, while continuing to wank his engorged purple-headed cock.

Clearly, my girlfriend was enjoying the attention of two men at the same time. She pushed back onto his wet fingers as she continued to suck my cock. It was a surreal experience, watching this unplanned action unfold in front of me. Then, things moved up a notch and I couldn’t believe what was happening.

Our male guest – who had been invited into our home to just watch us have sex together – nothing else – started to remove my girlfriend’s knickers as she remained kneeling in front of me. She complied and assisted their removal by cocking each leg in turn so that they could be removed completely from around her legs. Once removed, he knelt behind her and buried his face between her arse cheeks, darting his tongue in and around her very wet pussy. She moaned so loudly that she had to take my stiff cock from her mouth in order to take in enough breath as this guy brought her to an amazing orgasm.

We looked at each other in astonishment. A what-the-fuck-just-happened? look, combined with wow! I leaned forward to kiss her passionately. She raised upward slightly in order for our lips to meet. And in doing so, her back arched beautifully. I remember looking down over her shoulder as we kissed, and appreciating the sight of her gorgeous arse, and our visitor on his knees, positioned right behind my girl. He was brandishing his oversized club-like cock with one hand and probing my girl’s back end with the fingers of his other.

We closed our eyes as we kissed with passion. We were making love to each other with our lips. They were the most sensuous of kisses, with our tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths. I held her hair and cradled her face gently in my palms as our kissing turned to a fully fledged snog.

My girlfriend gasped out loud and was jolted towards me with some force; ceasing our intimate kissing in an instant.

For the first time in our long relationship, she had been penetrated by another man’s cock.

One meet was all it had taken.

One meet that had every intention of being a soft introduction to a third party.

One meet that resulted in my girlfriend being fucked by a total stranger.

Certainly now, any anxiety that she once had about taking another man’s cock was gone. It had been quite the revelation for her.

Another man had found her sexy. She now understood that she could enjoy the touch of another man without damaging our relationship. She felt empowered, strong and she oozed sexual confidence. To my delight, she wanted to do it again. She was happy.

It wasn’t long before we had arranged another meet with the same guy. This time though, and at my girlfriend’s request, our roles would be reversed; I would become the voyeur and the pair of them would fuck in front of me. It was something that my girlfriend and I had talked about excitedly after our first encounter with him. She now had the sexual confidence to go all the way with another man while I simply sat back and watched.

To be continued…

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