How far would you go for your deepest sex fantasies? Would you let it change your life? Would you let it change your marriage? Would you risk your perfect relationship with your wife or girlfriend, just to fulfill your wildest sex dreams?
Well, I’ve loved hotwife & cuckold erotica for a long time, but I always separated my fantasy from reality. It wasn’t until I met my now wife, Olivia, that I started thinking about incorporating my Fantasy into my life.
Although there are many women who want an open relationship, my Olivia is the exact opposite. She comes from a conservative religious family, and it has always been important to her to keep her body count low, just like her father taught her to do.
To be honest, she hasn’t had sex with anyone else besides me. I was her first kiss, and I took her virginity.
That’s why I’ve always been aware that she would react rather reluctantly to the idea of being shared. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if she were my hotwife.
Eventually the day came, when I decided, that my fantasy should be part of my life and not just a fantasy.
But how do you convince a woman who doesn’t want to be shared to become a hotwife? How do you explain to her that you want to see her with other men? What will she think of you when she hears about your wildest sex dreams?
I didn’t know how to approach Olivia about it, and I was afraid of what she would think of me after she found out about it.
I’m sure there are many men in the same situation as I was, who would like to share their wife, but they don’t know how to tell her, that the thought of her with other men turns them on.
So I started thinking how I would get my Olivia to be shared.
That’s when I got the idea, that the best way to make her my hotwife is to show her what it’s like to get fucked by a big cock. For this reason, I bought a huge BBC dildo and a blindfold.
Now, it was time to wait until the perfect moment came to use it. Since Olivia and I had booked a trip to Spain, I decided to use the dildo for the first time during that trip.
And so it happened that we experienced a wild night in Spain together. First, we drank and danced in a bar, and then, when we got back to our hotel room, where we hooked up.
And GOD was the sex good. It was absolutely the best sex I had with Olivia, until then at least.
Basically, while Olivia was blindfolded, I surprised her with the dildo and the rest is history….
(If you want to learn more about that night, read chapter 01)
I learned a lot from that night and I knew that I wanted to push this fantasy of mine even further. But unfortunately, even though Olivia had shaking orgasms from the dildo, she didn’t allow me to use it on her anymore after the holiday.
I knew that the dildo had brought her to her absolute sexual climax, and that the orgasms that Olivia got from the dildo were the most intense she had ever felt. And yet, she denied me using it on her.
But life goes on, and we both decided to move in together. Since our friends helped us, we threw a housewarming party for them in our new apartment.
After the party, when Olivia and I were alone and drunk, we cuddled on the couch, and we talked about us and our future.
Eventually, one thing led to another, and before we knew it, we were making out and had sex.
That night I tried to fuck Olivia with the dildo once more, and because she was drunk, she finally gave in to the temptation.
During that night, the dildo proved to me again, that Olivia needs a big fat cock in her life. It is indescribable how much it turns me on when I see how Olivia’s pussy gripping tightly around the dildo, and it is also indescribable, how much Olivia enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled out.
(If you’re interested in the whole night of the housewarming party, check out Chapter 2)
Unfortunately, I screwed it up during that night, because I have drunk too much. And so it happened, that as I was fucking Olivia with the dildo, I suddenly got sick. So I ran to the bathroom where I threw up. It was clear, that we wouldn’t continue sex anymore, so I fell asleep thinking I fucked up and missed my chance….
But all of a sudden, a noise woke me up in the middle of the night. I tried to go back to sleep, but the noise wouldn’t let me. As I became a little more awake, I realized what the noise was. It was Olivia’s pleasurable moans.
My heart was racing with excitement as I headed for the bedroom door. When I reached it, I stopped and took a deep breath. I didn’t know what to expect on the other side, but finally I gathered my courage and opened the door a bit.
What I saw totally blew my mind. Olivia was in the living room riding the BBC dildo which she attached to a chair. She really looked like a perfect white slut at that moment.
So I grabbed my cock and started jerking off, as I watched her satisfying herself with the huge dildo. But after a short moment, I knew that I needed more. So I gathered all my courage again, opened the door and walked towards Olivia…..
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Olivia froze in shock when she noticed me standing naked in front of her. Her face showed that she did not know what to say.
“Ben, I….. I….”
She began, but I didn’t let her finish. I knew, that if I said anything wrong now, it would screw up the whole thing, and Olivia wouldn’t continue anymore. I knew she felt guilty for enjoying the dildo without me, so I knew I had to reassure her, that it wasn’t a bad thing but rather quite the opposite. It even turned me on. So that is why I put a finger over her mouth, before she could finish her sentence, and whispered,
“SHHHHH, it’s OKed, Liv. Keep enjoying it, and I’ll just watch.”
But Olivia didn’t listen to me. Instead, she got up and let the dildo slide out of her pussy. Still driven by guilt, she stood in front of me and said,
“Ben, I am sorry. I…”
But again, I interrupted her and said,
“Babe, you don’t have to apologize. I’m standing here naked with a boner in front of you. There really is no reason to feel bad or guilty.”
Olivia didn’t answer. Instead, she stood there and said nothing as she thought about the situation. To further convince her of her innocence, I took her hand and guided her to my cock.
“Look at how much you turned me on.” I told her.
Finally, Olivia looked down at my dick and took it in her hand.
“I have to say that you’ve never been this hard before.” she replied.”
Her words made me want to touch her as well. So, I took my hand and started rubbing her clit with slow circular movements. In response to my touch, Olivia gasped softly,
“Ahhhhhhh,”
Then she started to jerk off my cock slowly. This showed me, that I had Olivia where I wanted her. So I dared to go a little further with my fingers, and put two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, this pussy feels sooo loose.” I thought to myself, as my fingers slipped easily inside, “The dildo has really stretched her out.”
After some time, I was sure that Olivia wouldn’t stop anymore. So, I took her by the hand and we both went to the chair, where I helped her put the tip inside. I was amazed how easy it was, to get enormous BBC inside her. This proved to me that her body was slowly adapting to the size and pleasure of a BBC.
“Ohhhhhh….. Fuuuuuck.” gasped Olivia, as she felt it inside once more and I kissed her on the forehead and told her,
“Now forget I’m even here and enjoy yourself like you did before. Meanwhile, I’ll sit on the couch and enjoy the show.”
Next, I made myself comfortable on the couch, so that I could watch my girl ride this black behemoth. She had her back turned to me, so I had a perfect view of her gorgeous ass.
“Ahhhh….. Uuugh.” Olivia moaned as she took the dildo deeper and deeper with each new movement of her hips. I felt my cock throb and I started jerking off, matching my pace to hers. Watching Olivia was an absolute spectacle. Her moans were louder and more pleasurable than if I were to fuck her with my cock, and it sounded like music to my ears. The way she moved her hips like a succubus, like a perfect white slut trying to get more and more pleasure, and yet she wasn’t a slut. She was my innocent Olivia who had sex with no one else but me.
“You look so hot, baby.” I said to her.
“Mmmmmm….. Do you enjoy the show, Ben?” She asked.
“Oh, I love it, actually.” I replied.
After a while of watching Olivia, I noticed, that she was able to get the dildo deeper inside her and fuck herself faster and harder, as when I fucked her with it. This gave me an idea, so I said to her,
“Take it as deep as you can, baby.”
Overcome with pleasure, Olivia made no reply. Instead, she lifted her hips so that most of the dildo slipped out of her. Now only the tip was inside. She lingered in the position for a brief moment, and then, with slow movement, pushed her hips back down.
I watched her amazed as the black monster disappeared inch by inch inside her.
“Uuuuuughh…. Ben, it’s…. so…. BIG!” replied Olivia as she hit her limit. At the same time, she lingered in that position for a moment, allowing the dildo to stretch her even further.
From my position, I could see that she got about two inches more inside, than when I first fucked her with the dildo in Spain.
“That’s enough.” I thought to myself. I’ve seen enough, and now it was time to get involved. So I got up and went over to Olivia. She was a little sweaty from all the riding, but in my eyes, it only made her even hotter.
“Stop” I said.
“Why?” Asked Olivia confused.
“Because I want to join.”
She understood what I meant and gave me a naughty look. Together, we took the dildo off the chair and attached it to the floor. Now Olivia was able to ride the dildo and suck my dick at the same time.
However, before Olivia put the dildo in her pussy, she knelt, took my cock in her mouth and blew me for a brief moment. She then ended the blowjob by taking my entire cock in her mouth, which of course wasn’t a challenge for her. Then she spat on her hand and spread her spit on the dildo. At the same time, she looked me in the eyes and said with a smile on her face,
“I am just applying the lub.” and I smiled back.
I doubt we needed any more lube, especially since the whole dildo was completely covered in her juices, but I was still pleased that she did something what I showed her. It showed me that she was learning.
When Olivia finished spreading her spit, she put the dildo back inside her pussy and slowly started to ride it as she began to lick my dick again. Her tongue touched my tip, then run down my shaft to the base. She widened her tongue and swabbed upward, beginning a series of licks like she would lick a lollipop, base to top and all the way around. At the same time, she held onto my legs with both hands while she fucked the dildo with slow thrusts.
“Mmmmm…. your meat is sooo hard, babe.” said Olivia and continued to suck my cock.
“He’s so hard, because you were such a dirty bad girl today.” I replied.
Fueled by the pleasure, Olivia became very sloppy. Soon she was drooling and her spit ran down her chin, while her moans and gagging echoed around the room.
“Am I a good slut today, Ben?” She asked.
“Yes, you are a perfect little white Slut.”
Driven by lust, I called Olivia ‘white slut’, instead of just ‘slut’ like I originally intended. Fortunately, she didn’t know what white slut means and continued to ride the BBC dildo as if nothing had happened.
We were alone in our new apartment, and yet I pictured Olivia riding a black bull instead of the dildo. I imagined how she satisfied this black man with her beautiful body, and how he got from her what should only be mine. This experience was the closest thing to my hotwife fantasy I’ve ever experienced.
After a while, Olivia began to ride the dildo harder and faster, and I felt how she digged her nails into my legs. The faster she rode it, the more she focused on the BBC dildo, and I slowly but surely noticed her attention shift from my cock to the black behemoth, until she gave herself completely to it and ignored my dick.
“Ahhh… Fuck!.. Yes… Yes…. YES! It feels sooo fucking goooood.” exploded Olivia with pleasure, as she rode the dildo roughly.
Seeing that Olivia chose the dildo instead of my cock, made me explode with lust, and I took my cock in my hand and started jerking it off hard. I knew that this was the perfect moment to cum and because the whole situation was arousing me so much, so it took me only seconds to orgasm.
The orgasm hit me like a truck, and I felt my cock shooting the cum out.
Splash!
The cum landed on Olivia’s beautiful breasts, which bounced back and forth due to Olivia’s rough riding movements.
“Yes, cum for me! Cum for me, baby!”
Shouted Olivia. She lifted her breasts with her hands and prepared herself for the next load. Simultaneously, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
Splash!
The next load hit Olivia in her beautiful face. Some of it landed on her tongue, some of it on the cheek, and some of it in her hair.
Splash!
I shoot my third and last load on her beautiful breasts again.
“Mmmm,” she said as she closed her mouth and tasted my cum. At the same time, I took my cock and smeared the rest of the sperm that had accumulated at the tip, on her nipple.
“Wow, that was a lot.” Olivia said, and she was right, I don’t know if I’ve ever cum that much.
Feeling drained, I sat on the couch and watched her.
She was sweaty, and her hair was messed up. Cum was in her hair, on her face and dripping off her tits on the floor. At the same time, she rode a big fat BBC dildo and bit her lip with sheer pleasure and yet, Olivia has never looked hotter to me than at this moment. She looked like a vixen, like a nympho trying to squeeze every spark of pleasure out of the dildo.
That was her, my Olivia, my sweet Olivia. The woman I loved more than anything. The woman who has always been decent and nice and hasn’t had sex with anyone else but me. That was her…
And now she was in front of me, looking like a succubus enjoying every inch of the dildo. The dildo brought her to new sensations and at that moment, Olivia gave in to the pleasure and explored a world that had been hidden from her until the dildo came into her life
Of course, her body hasn’t fully adjusted to a BBC yet, but it was starting to. She still couldn’t get the whole dildo in, but she was able to fit almost two inches more into her beautiful pussy than she had the first time in Spain, and she was also able to shove the dildo faster and fuck herself harder. With each new orgasm, it hurt her less and less, and in its place came more and more pleasure.
“Ugghhh, Ben, it stretches me out so much.” Said Olivia.
I looked at her and replied,
“And do you like it?”
In reply, Olivia mumbled “Mhm” briefly. Then, she picked up her pace, playing with her nipple with one hand while massaging her clit with the other for that extra boost of pleasure.
“Ahh… Uhm… Uh…. Oh, SHIT!” she moaned lustfully.
“You like it, baby?” I asked
“Yes” she replied. But I wanted to hear more from her, so I said,
“I can’t hear you, Olivia.”
“YES! OH, BEN, YES!” cried Olivia, and in her voice was the enormous pleasure she was feeling.
“Tell me about it.”
I demanded. But instead of getting the answer I expected, Olivia called out loudly.
“Ah… A-Ah… Ow…. AHHHH! Ben, I am cummi…..”
She didn’t manage to finish the word because she was overwhelmed by the orgasm. Instead, a loud but lustful and sweet scream echoed throughout the room. I watched her intently as she trembled with pleasure, and it amazed me, how intense the orgasm was.
After the trembling stopped, she fell to the side on the floor and laid there, curled up and covered in cum. She didn’t move, and the only sign that she was still alive was her breathing, which was loud and fast, but getting slower and quieter with each breath. It looked as if her soul had left her body for a brief moment…
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I was the first to get up the next morning. Morning, morning isn’t actually the right term for it, because it was already past 12 in the afternoon.
I felt miserable and had a hungover, but I forced myself out of bed and went into the living room, letting Olivia sleep.
While I was making my coffee, I thought about what happened. As I told you before, it was a long way until my sweet Olivia became my hotwife. It wasn’t something that happened in one night, but something that took time. In this ‘hotwife transformation’, Olivia went through different stages and last night ended the first stage, ‘the denial stage’, and started the second, which I call ‘fear.’
You might be wondering why the second stage is called fear, well, let me explain.
During the first Stage, Olivia denied that size mattered. After the Spain vacation, she convinced herself that the enormous pleasure she had felt that night had nothing to do with the size of the BBC dildo, but was rather due to other reasons. Afraid that the size might be the cause, she didn’t allow me to use the dildo on her.
But now she had no more doubts. The pleasure was real. And the reason for this tremendous pleasure was the size of the dildo. She now knew that size mattered, or rather, she accepted it. She has known it since Spain but has always denied it. This acceptance frightened her. She didn’t know what to think about it, and she feared what this meant for our relationship.
But what should I do next to make my fantasy of Olivia sleeping with other men come true? I’ve been asking myself this question all morning. Originally, the purpose of the dildo was to convince Olivia that there was something much better than my cock. I figured that if I showed her how much pleasure she can get from a BBC, it would be easier to convince her to sleep with other men and become my hotwife.
But now, after catching Olivia masturbating with the dildo, I knew that the purpose of the dildo was served. I knew that I now had to take a new step in order to reach my fantasy, and I also knew, that it was time to tell Olivia about it.
But how?
How am I supposed to tell a woman like Olivia, who has always kept her body count as low as possible, that in my kinkiest dreams she’s being fucked hard and dirty by multiple black men?
To be honest, I didn’t really think about how I’m going to tell her about it until now, because I never thought I’d get that far with my fantasy.
As I thought about a solution, I remembered my favorite erotic story, in which a guy named Bill forgets to delete his browsing history and thereby his wife Amber finds out about his fantasy.
Not knowing how to tell Olivia about it, I concluded that the best thing would be to open up some hotwife porn sites on my laptop and hope Olivia discovers them while I’m at work.
But as you will soon read, nothing came of my plan.
Olivia got up nearly an hour later. She walked up to me, hugged and kissed me, before she said,
“Good morning, Darling,” and went to the shower, while I made her favorite tea.
After her shower, we sat down at the table and had a little something to eat together. We were chatting about different things until Olivia finally said,
“Have you noticed the gym, which is 5 minutes away from here?”
I didn’t have to think long, because I’ve noticed the gym several times since I drive past it on the way to work, so I answered.
“You mean the green gym, which is roughly next to our bakery?”
“Yeah” she replied shortly.
I asked out of curiosity,
“So, what about it?”
“I am considering registering there.” She said.
I looked at her and replied in surprise,
“How come? I mean, you have a great figure, you don’t have to lose weight or anything like that.”
“Yes, I know, sweetheart” she answered and briefly thought about how to put her thoughts into words. Then she continued,
“I’ve always loved doing sports, but since I started studying, I’ve neglected it. The main reason was actually the long train ride from my home to the gym. This took me way too much time. Now that we’ve moved and there’s a gym right around the corner, I’d love to start exercising again. Mainly because I need a change from my studies, as I only sit around for hours at the university and don’t move.”
We continued the conversation for a few minutes, and I slowly noticed that Olivia was getting more and more restless. She would only look at her food and play with it. That and her body language made me realize that something was bothering her. So, I nervously waited for her to bring up the topic which was worrying her. Finally, Olivia looked into my eyes as she said,
“Ben, I need to talk to you.” Unable to maintain eye contact, she looked away before she continued,
“I…. I think we should stop using the dildo.”
My heart stopped for a moment. Surprised, I looked at her because I didn’t understand why she had changed her mind so suddenly. Just a few hours ago, I caught her masturbating herself with the dildo, and now she wants nothing to do with it.
I saw how intense her orgasms were and how much pleasure she got from the dildo, so I didn’t understand why she was saying this right now. Confused, I looked at her and asked,
“Why?”
Still not unable to look me in the eyes, Olivia replied,
“Because….. because I think it’s not good for us…. for us and our relationship.”
“I don’t really understand. Please explain yourself.” I said to her.
Olivia had her head back and was holding both hands on her face, covering her eyes. She lingered in that position for a while, as she thought about what to reply. Finally, she looked at me and said,
“Because it makes me do things, I would never do… because it…”
I interrupted her and said,
“Because it’s better than my dick.”
Surprised by my statement, she averted her gaze from me and looked at the floor, as she sat silently on the chair. After a moment, I reached out for her hand and held it while I spoke to her,
“Liv, I want you to be honest with me, like you always have. It’s okay if you get more pleasure from the dildo than from me and my cock.”
She still didn’t say anything, so I added,
“It’s okay, Darling, just tell me the truth.”
She finally took a deep breath in and out before she said to me,
“Yes, Ben, the dildo is better.”
I was about to answer her, but she continued,
“But I don’t want it to be better than you, Ben. You are my man, you should be the best for me and not some piece of silicon. That’s why I think we should stop.”
Afraid, that this could be the end of my fantasy, I tried to change her mind and said to her,
“But you know I don’t mind if you prefer the dildo. You saw how turned on I was last night, right? Why are you thinking like this now?”
Olivia answered,
“‘Cause I think there shouldn’t be anything better for me than…. You know what, Ben, how about you explain this to me. Why does it turn you on when I fuck the dildo?”
Sweat ran down my back when I heard her words. I knew that the next step would be to tell Olivia about my fantasy, but originally I planned it very differently, how I was going to tell her. So, I said to her,
“Because I bought it to make you feel special.”
But the answer wasn’t enough for Olivia, and she kept asking,
“Yeah, you told me that before, but that’s not my point. Why did you even need a dildo for that, you could bring me to orgasm without it.”
I took a deep breath and said,
“But not like this, Liv, not like this.”
She said nothing, so I continue,
“I know that you felt enormous pleasure from the size of the dildo. Actually, when I bought it, I already knew that it would give you exactly that…. look, I love you, Olivia, and I just want the best for you, in love, and in sex.”
She looked back at me and said,
“Ben, but you are always the best for me. I’m absolutely satisfied with you. You are the perfect man I have always wished for, trust me.”
“That may be the case when it comes to love. But as far as sex goes, I’m not so sure.”
Annoyed, said Olivia,
“I was sure. I was sure all the time that you are the best until you gave me this dildo. Look, that’s the part I don’t understand about you, Ben. In me, you got a woman who has never had anything sexual with anyone but you. This is something that most men long for. But instead, you buy me a dildo because you know it will please me better than you. Why? Explain yourself.”
I could feel my heart racing, and I was shaking slightly from nervousness. Was that the moment? Was that really the moment I told Olivia about my dirtiest sex dreams?
Olivia stood up and walked around the table. She crouched on the floor in front of me, took my hand and looked at me as she said,
“Ben, I was just honest with you, and now I want you to be honest with me too.” she paused for a moment, then continued,
“Help me understand you, Ben.”
I might have sat calmly in the chair, but inside I was panicking.
“You have to tell her now,” and “don’t be a pussy,” I thought to myself the whole time.
“Ben….” whispered Olivia.
Finally, I gathered all my courage and said to her,
“I…. Ehm…. sit down first.”
Olivia returned to her seat and when she was seated, I continued,
“Have you ever heard the word hotwife?”
Confused, she looked at me and answered,
“You just mean a hot wife, meaning a good-looking woman?”
I replied,
“No, that’s actually not what I mean, a hotwife is a woman who lives in an open relationship with her partner. She loves her partner, yes, but she is allowed to have sex with other people and her partner is aware of all of her sexual activities. The partner can participate in the sexual happenings or just watch his wife. Some couples also choose for the woman to have sex alone with her lover in private, so without the husband being there.”
While I spoke to her, Olivia sat quietly. She didn’t get up and run away, but rather listened to me carefully. For this reason, I respected Olivia even more.
After I finished my explanation, I took a sip of coffee. In the time, Olivia replied,
“At first, I thought that you didn’t love me anymore or that I wasn’t enough to satisfy your sexual needs. But I think I’m starting to understand that this has nothing to do with that. It is simply your secret fetish to see me with other men.” Olivia took a deep breath, then continued,
“But what I don’t understand about it is why the thought of seeing me with another man turns you on. You told me back then that your ex cheated on you and that it was the worst experience of your life. If seeing your partner with other men gets you so horny, why didn’t you stay with your ex?”
I didn’t have to think long because I already knew the answer, so I replied,
“Well, because it’s not cheating, is it? Cheating is awful yes but the difference between cheating and my fantasy is, that when you cheat, you try to hide it from your partner. On the other hand, my fantasy is about exploring together as a couple the sexual needs of the woman. As for my ex, it’s a fantasy I’ve had for a long time, but didn’t have back then. She also cheated on me, and now that you know the difference between cheating and my fantasy, it goes without saying why I left her at the time.”
“Okay, I understand,” she said and went on,
“But what I still don’t get is how do you get your pleasure out of it. I mean, in your fantasy, I’m the one that feels the physical pleasure. How and why does seeing me with other men satisfy you.”
I breathed out and said,
“Ahhhhhhh, Liv. The truth is, I don’t know myself. Some men are into the fantasy because, on the one hand, it can sexually arouse a man to watch his wife have sex. For others, breaking a taboo and jealousy is what sexually arouses them. I don’t know why it turns me on. All I know is that it turns me on, and that’s what matters. The two times you used a dildo proved to me that I’m not jealous, but that it really turns me on to see you reaching your sexual climax.”
Olivia replied,
“Yes, but the dildo is just a piece of silicone. It’s not a human. Who knows, you might get jealous when you see me with someone else.”
Confident, I said to her,
“I won’t be jealous and even if I do, it’s my own fault and I won’t be mad at you at all.”
Neither of us said anything for a minute.
Finally, I took her hand, looked deep into her eyes and asked her,
“Olivia, do you want to be my hotwife? Do you want to explore with me a world full of lust and pleasure?”
Olivia said nothing, so I continued.
“let’s give it a try. There is nobody, absolutely nobody, with whom I would rather experience my fantasy than with you.”
Eventually she replied,
“First, Ben, I want to thank you for being honest with me and trusting me with your fantasy. But your fantasy goes against all the rules I’ve set for myself as a woman. I’ve always wanted to keep my body count as low as possible. But I love you. I really do… more than anything, and just as you want to make me happy, I want to make you happy as well. So, give me some time. I don’t know the answer to your question yet, but I’ll think about it… and don’t push me.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/120pmdc/my_wife_his_property_ch03_new_sensations_part_1