[MFM] My Beautiful Wife (hotwife story)

My toes begin to curl as I throw my head back, letting out a subtle moan.

**I’ve always wondered why this turns me on. But I hardly resisted it. Ever since I could remember, I was always interested in the taboo, the freaky, the stuff that society has labeled as “wrong”.**

Looking back at my phone in my left hand, I can hardly keep from cumming. My hand slows it’s speed as I stroke my shaft to try and edge the orgasm, to savor the pleasure.

As I begin to lose myself in the video I start fantasizing about my own life. The video gave me a perfect foundation to begin painting a beautiful masterpiece in my mind. The heat, the passion, the lust.

**I’ve always believed that to fully reap the benefits sex has to offer, you have to be able to connect the mind to the body. I’ve always thought that sex was a tool to be used by our physical vessels to explore our deeper selves, almost on a spiritual level.**

My mind drifts into a trance as It begins to work, creating a heated scene of passion, intense pleasure, & promiscuity.

***I sit in my chair holding a perfect glass of single malt. A freshly lit blunt in my right hand fills the room with a sweet aroma. I take a sip of my drink & pull a long drag into my lungs holding it in, feeling the calming cannabinoids flood my system.***

***My wife thinks she’s spoiled. But it’s me who feels spoiled. Being in the presence of such a beautiful woman has always been my thing. It’s what makes me happy. And I feel as though it is my job to make my wife feel the most beautiful woman in the world, at all costs.***

***She sheepishly peaks around the corner. Her head slightly tilted foreword giving her eyes a look that’s clearly up to no good. Seeing this from such a shy and reserved female, this look is almost indescribable.***

***“… I’m ready..” her soft voice echoes throughout the room.***

***“lets see baby” I say before taking another sip of my whiskey.***

***My wife steps out from around the corner.I take a slow long glance at her. Examining every inch of her body, starting from her feet, up her thighs, her abdomen, her breasts, and finally her near perfect face. (She ALWAYS disagrees with that last statement).***

***Her skin tight stockings around her lower legs are strapped to her hips. Where she’s wearing a black lace thong. The design allows for part of her skin to be seen through the fabric.***

***Her diamond bellybutton ring shines in the light.***

***She slides her hands from her hips, up her oblique’s, and around her breasts. She squeezes them as she pushes them together, looking down at herself.***

***“well… How do I look?” she says as she looks up to me using only her eyes.***

***“You know what I think.. I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. The question is, what do you think HE will think..?”***

**10 years ago my wife was just getting out of a horrible relationship. Horrible in most aspects, including sex. People tend to underestimate the power of sex, lust, emotions, and neglect. Whoever said you couldn’t turn a whore into a house wife, may be right. But you CAN turn a housewife into a whore. All it takes is a little… support.**

***“I’m nervous” she whispers as she slowly walks my way.***

***I ash the blunt in the ashtray and set down my drink.***

***As she moves closer, she wraps her arms around my neck and straddles my lap.***

***“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this” & she kisses my cheek.***

***“Anything for my queen” I whisper in a soft, deep tone.***

***She begins to kiss my neck. Nibbling on my skin between each kiss. She grabs my ear lobe in her teeth, tugging on it before gently pulling suction on the skin, pulling my ear away.***

***Rocking her hips against my lap, my cock begins to fill with blood. My bulge being restricted by my pants giving her just enough to rub against her clit.***

***My hands slide over her hips.. grabbing each ass cheek.***

***As she grabs my cheeks with her right hand, pursing my lips, she looks deeply into my eyes.***

***In a stern, sexy, soft tone she whispers “I love you baby, and I know you want to touch me, but you said I could play. This lingerie isn’t for you, and you can’t touch me when I’m wearing it. It’s my turn to play.***

***Immediately my mind & body is overflowed with emotions. A common misconsception is that I don’t feel jealousy, anger, or anything of the sort. This couldn’t be more wrong. In that single sentence, my jealousy and anger is almost overwhelming.***

***“Okay baby.. You’re right.. have fun.. I’ll be right here watching you.” I say to her.***

***She gives me one long slow kiss on the lips.. she bites my bottom lip, tugging on it. As she lets go.. she says “ I know you will be” and gets off my lap.***

***She goes around the corner. As the door creeks open I hear the sound of shoes against the hardwood floor. Clearly these are the footsteps of another person, as she’s hardly in panties let alone clothes & shoes.***

***She turns the corner and I look down and see she’s holding another person’s hand in hers. I look up, and see an attractive man, dressed in formal attire. THIS must be the guy she’s talking about from the office. And although I’m not attracted to men, I can see why she’s lusting after him.***

***He’s tall, clean cut, just stubble for her liking. His broad shoulders clear the corner and he doesn’t even give me a second thought. Almost like he doesn’t know I’m there.***

***He’s not here for me. He’s not here to answer to me. He’s here for my wife. He’s here for her body, her pussy.***

***She sits him down on end of the bed. My chair is situated across the room, sitting diagonally from the bed.***

***She straddles his lap.. His strong hands wrap around her waist, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. He squeezes them, before spreading them wide. As he lets go of my wife’s right cheek, he spanks her and she gasps. I keep looking for any sign of hesitance from my wife as another man spanks her, but she only moans, and lets out an innocent giggle.***

***She looks back at me, smiling ear from ear. He sits up a little bit and begins kissing her stomach, around her belly button ring. Her smile quickly changes as she bites her lower lip. She tilts her head back, almost as if she’s beginning to forget I’m there.***

***Then, as my world begins to silence, I hear her moan. “Ohhhhhh… fuuuckkkkkk…”***

***By this point it almost feels like I have tunnel vision. I can’t hear anything. My peripheral vision constricts to focus on my wife sitting on the lap of another man. It’s like the world has stopped, and all focus is on her.***

**The feeling I get when I watch my wife is hard to explain, especially to people who’s sex life has been nothing but vanilla. Seeing someone so innocent, so perfect, so beautiful do something so naughty is thrilling. It’s amazing.**

**I love seeing her confidence increase over night. Having her indulge in guilty pleasures is an intense mix of jealousy, lust, and love. I know she loves me, and I love her. Nothing is missing from our sex lives. In fact, we have the most amazing sex either one of us have ever had. We look at this as an extension of ourselves, an extension of our pre-existing lust for each other.**

***The way she’s rocking her hips on him is different than she just did me. It’s more pronounced, more aggressive. This leads me to believe that she knows something I don’t. I think he’s bigger than me.***

***He lays back in the bed after she takes off his sports jacket. He puts one hand behind his head to help tilt his view foreword, so he can sit back and watch my gorgeous wife. After all, she did get dressed up specially for him.***

***She straddles his waist a little higher, positioning his bulge between her legs, just right, to get the perfect angle against her clit.***

***She sits tall, exacerbating her breasts. She begins to grind on him slowly as she begins to talk to him.***

***“I talked to Kaitlynn after your weekend together on our last business retreat…” she says. “She told me everything.”***

***He groans “mmm Oh yeah? What did she say?”***

***“She said you have a nice cock, she said it was super thick, and the perfect length”.***

***He grins as he bites his lip.***

***She also bites hers as she lowers her torso closer to him “I can tell she’s right”***

***She begins to kiss him. Deeply. I can hear the sound of their lips coming together as she plunges her tongue into his mouth. She circles it around his before she pulls on his lip with her teeth.***

**My jealousy increases as I see how passionately she kisses the stranger. She kisses him like she’s been deprived her whole life, like she’s been thinking about this for a long time.**

***The kissing gets more passionate as she rocks her hips faster. I see a small little spot on her panties turn darker than the rest of the fabric.***

**Not only is my wife making out with another man, she’s so wet, its seeping through her panties.**

**This is where most men bail. And I don’t blame them. Seeing their pride and joy getting wetter by the moment with another man is enough to send any man off the rocker.**

**But I’m not most men. I actually bought her the lingerie she’s wearing for her co-worker. We bought it yesterday with the full intent for him to like it. And I know he does because she sent him teaser pictures after we got back.**

**I look at it differently. I want to see my wife in the most confident, sexy, naughtiest way possible. Not for me, but for her. I want her to feel confident in herself, in her body. I want her to know that so many men find her beautiful. I do this to empower her. To give her control. To allow her to explore her sexuality to its fullest capacity, to its darkest corner.**

***She sits tall again, reaching around and fumbling with her bra strap. She finds the clip and undoes it. With her bra still cupping each breast. She squeezes them together.. then finally letting the bra drop to the bed, exposing her nipples fully.***

***He sits himself up as he presses his lips on my wife’s collar bone. He kisses across them and down her chest. He kisses around her nipples before tracing his tongue around them.***

***“Fuuuuck yeah… mmm… that feels so good..” she says in a higher pitched voice***

***As he lets go of her tits she dismounts herself from his lap. She stands up.. and pulls him up with her. As they’re standing she removes his shirt. She pulls him closer using his belt and she kisses his lips. She moves her way to his cheek,. and down his neck.***

***As her lips graze across his chest, I can clearly see why she likes him. His broad shoulders tying into his thick chest. His skin beginning to glisten in the light from his sweat. My wife’s sweet lips trailing down his abs and over his pant line.***

***She squats down and spreads her legs. As she begins to undo his belt, she bites the sensitive skin above his pant line. She undoes the buckle and his pants drop to the floor. Without the restriction of the slacks, his bulge becomes a lot more prominent.***

***I already know my suspicion is right. He is DEFINITELY bigger than me.***

***She kisses him over his boxers where I believe the head of his cock is. She wraps her hands around the back of his knees as she kisses up the shaft.***

***And I can see it from here.. her big.. beautiful eyes are looking up a him… She’s grinning.. she’s so.. fucking.. excited..***

**My wife originally told me that she only wants this because it turns me on. After seeing her reaction to just his bulge, Im quickly beginning to think this is no longer about me.**

**She wants his cock. She wants to be feel the sensation of being tightly wrapped around someone hard & thick. She wants to fuck him for her own ambitions. This has nothing to do with me. And I love it that way.**

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mbddbb/mfm_my_beautiful_wife_hotwife_story