The uber ride from the restaurant to their house was a blur. All I could think about was biting my lip to keep myself from moaning as the husband licked my wetness between my spread legs in the back seat. His tongue teased my clit as his fingers swirled deep inside me during the ride. I simultaneously wanted the ride to last all night, while also wanting to leap from the car into a warm bed with this man. As our uber pulled up to their house, he sat upright and put his finger in his mouth to taste me before exiting the car. I quickly smoothed down my dress and attempted to look polished as I stepped out from the back seat.
Author: bunnywithbenefits
Chapter 9. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle and ultimately became a Hotwife. Weekend guests – Dinner.
After returning from Vegas, my husband and I were completely renewed sexually. We had pushed boundaries together in ways that were both unexpected yet fulfilling. Countless nights were spent in our bed reminiscing and reliving the two nights we spent there. I would ride him while recounting the feel of another man’s mouth on my wet pussy. He would pin me down from behind and take me deep while telling me how sexy it was to do just that while I had another man’s cock in the back of my throat. Every time we fantasized together, I would get wet beyond belief. My husband would easily slide into my tight lips and feel me drip down his hard shaft when he whispered sexy memories in my ear. I would cum so hard and intensely with each passing fantasy we shared together. Our desire to continue exploring was burning wildly.
Chapter 8. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle and ultimately became a Hotwife. Sin City, Day 2 continued.
There I lay on the bed, completely exposed to the world. The four of us in full undress together. I sat up as the husband stood in front of me and bent down to kiss my eager mouth. The wife excused herself briefly and I was momentarily left alone with two aroused men. He pulled me up and stood me in front of him. He pressed his naked body against mine and took my mouth as a hand slid down to my wetness. As he began to finger me, I felt another, more familiar body press against me from behind. My husband joined us and began to kiss my neck and shoulders as his hands caressed my hips and ass. He gently slid his hand down my back side, and played with me from behind so that both my innermost parts were being filled. I moaned into her husband’s mouth as my legs began to shake. Both my hands reached out to grip their hardness in front of me and behind me. The wife returned to see me being pleasured by both men, as I returned the favor for both. She was more than ready for her turn and asked me to lay on the bed.
Chapter 7. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle and ultimately became a Hotwife. Sin City, Day 2.
Waking up the following morning, I rolled over to watch my husband as he still slept. My naked body, still invigorated in the afterglow of the prior evening’s activities, lay just inches from my husband. The soft sheets fell lightly on my breasts. The warm pillow cradled my head just next to my husband’s chest. His breathing told me that he also slept well – exhausted and spent from it all. I watched him for a moment, pondering how anomalous it was to feel so connected to him after playing so intimately with another man. Watching him pleasure another woman further heightened my excitement to a whole new level. I wanted to experience it all again, and as though he could hear my thoughts, my husband woke up, expressed his enjoyment from the night, and proceeded to show me with his body just how thoroughly aroused he was.
Chapter 4. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle, and ultimately became a Hotwife. Couldn’t resist the Temptation…
The tray tables were stowed. Our seatbacks were in their upright positions. Excited butterflies in my stomach whipped up as the captain announced our final descent into Cancun. Were we really here? I could hardly wait. We landed, deplaned, and headed to grab our luggage – just a small bag, as it didn’t contain many articles of clothing. As we rode in the cab to the hotel, my heart raced. My husband reached for my hand and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, looking at me with such lustful desire, that I could barely contain myself as we pulled in to the drive.
Night was beginning to fall upon us as we checked in. We decided to hurriedly change into dinner clothes and eat a quick bite at one of the hotel’s restaurants before the first night of festivities. I remember standing in the bathroom of our room, sliding into a gold dress that hugged every curve and barely covered my breasts. My husband came up behind me, held my hips in his hands, and whispered in my ear, “you look so damn sexy.” In that moment, I felt sexy. I wanted everyone to see just how this dress hardly held me in. We slipped downstairs to eat, but could scarcely focus on our meal, as beautifully clad guests walked through the lobby toward the outdoor patio area as the night began. The theme for the night was Lingerie, so our eyes were drawn to beautiful women draped in lacy negligees or tight-fitting corsets.
Chapter 3. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and kids got into the Lifestyle, and ultimately became a Hotwife. Discovering my Hotpast.
When my husband returned from his business trip with Eric (name changed for anonymity), our sex life reached a fever pitch. His first night home, he had barely pulled me into the bedroom before we were tearing at each other’s clothes, sharing thoughts on how incredibly turned on the prior night of sexting had made us. Our mouths explored each other’s bodies as we whispered fantasies of what could have happened if only I had been in town with them both.
In the heat of passion, he asked me to detail my prior sexual experiences I had enjoyed with Eric. My initial hesitation stalled me for a moment. Did my husband really want to hear my exploits that happened before we were together? Would he view me differently if he knew the details of what I had done with another man? What that other man had done with me? I pushed my doubts aside, reassured by the deep knowledge that my husband loved me unconditionally, and slowly began telling my stories. I started by recalling milder stories of kissing and light playing between Eric and myself. My husband’s body responded immediately to my account. I knew he enjoyed hearing it, so I pressed on, recounting more and more passionate details of lust, until we both were completely emptied, having given ourselves fully to one another.
Chapter 1. How a sweet Sorority girl with a PhD and four kids got into the Lifestyle, and ultimately became a Hotwife (NSFW)
I’m so flattered to have received so many inquiries for details about how I found this lifestyle. It’s been one of the most amazing journeys to experience with my husband, and I’d love to share our experience here. Each week, I’ll be posting detailed accounts of another step we’ve taken together. I hope that you can share in our enjoyment. Here’s where the story begins…
My husband and I have been happily married for almost 20 years. We’ve always had a fulfilling sex life, and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. That said, as careers, kids, and real life pounded down on us, we wanted to be sure we stayed connected and strong through it all – we never wanted the initial passion we felt for each other to fade. We sat down one night and talked openly about how to keep our spark strong. We agreed that the start of any relationship is always the most exciting – everything is new! So, we decided to act as though we were each other’s boyfriend/girlfriend, not just a husband/wife who are like passing ships in the night. My husband asked if I would send him sexy texts and pictures throughout the day at work. It hadn’t occurred to me to do this – in my mind, that was a thing for younger couples to do, and I had never done anything like that before. It gave me such a rush at the thought that my sexy pictures were out there for someone – even if only my husband. My flirty texts would drive him wild at work so that when he came home, he would tease, flirt, and ravish me in irresistible ways that gave me butterflies. This would lead me to want to greet him at home with nothing but lingerie on, and so our desire to please each other would feed on itself. It was fabulous and fun.