Hotwife

I was a good Catholic girl and didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many boyfriends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed that a man offered to buy used panties from every married woman in London, where we live.

However, we had little money, and husband, Jonathon, said what harm it could do to sell my panties, so he convinced me to have him answer and arrange a meeting in a local saloon bar. We met the guy, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my looks, and we had a few drinks, and I got really excited about this guy’s idea with my panties, to do with whatever he wanted, however naughty. Eventually, when we drank more drinks, I got bolder, and when he invited us to his house, I easily agreed to go along with the plan.

Another time, around 1995, several families went camping on the beach with all our children. My wife isn’t exactly a swimmer, so when I was snorkeling with a bunch of kids, she kept looking at the beach. I noticed that she was sitting with one of our friends’ husbands, a man who hadn’t kept a secret about his admiration for my wife, and who had come under her shirt and taken her tit when he kissed her last New Year’s Eve. He pulled her chest out of her bra and played with her nipple under her shirt for a few minutes while everyone sang “Auld Lang Syne.” Several people saw the movement under my wife’s shirt. The year before, when they were driving in the backseat… back from a beach outing late in the evening, he put her hand on his erection. She said she felt it up and down, “squeeze once,” and then she pulled her hand away. He pulled her hand back and pulled a blanket over it. Under the blanket he opened his pants, and my wife felt his smooth hard penis. She whispered “this is not a good idea,” but everyone in the car, except the driver, seemed to be asleep. She caressed him up and down for a few minutes, feeling he was thicker and harder, and a little pre-cum came out to help with lubrication. He started breathing heavily, and she thought he was going to shoot pretty quickly when the other resident in the back seat, the husband’s wife, woke up. My wife quickly pulled her hand and took the blanket off her, so it covered the man and his stiff. In both stories I suspected there was something more than she told me.

Ray, my husband was working. I was away for a few hours from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went to town on weekends to spend time with him. I’ve always had an active sex life and my husband was also very active. We fucked all the time. We are quite open-minded and shared our fantasies openly, but never really lived out. The closest we came was making out in a hot tub one night like another couple near us. My husband had one of mine with another man. I must say I found it attractive, but just thought it was fantasy.

We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.

I have and you know what an imagination is to waste a terrible thing. I came home from work one night. My husband was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait until he got home. We couldn’t hurry and I wanted to make it up to him, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated as hell, I decided I’d leave when he left and find my own pleasure. I was convinced that son of a bitch was cheating on me and I was tired of playing second violin. After all, I was too horny to sit at home and turn my thumbs. So I took a shower and did a low cut blouse (sheer bra), short skirt and 4 inch fuck me pumps. You know those who say, “Come fuck me now!”

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my children, he’s attractive and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we enjoy each other. Our sex life is amazing. I never thought I’d cheat on him, but sometimes things just happen.

Keith travels a lot in his work. On such a trip, the kids were at school, and because I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, a number of colleagues decided to go to a local bar for happy hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was unfamiliar with the area, so I offered him a lift. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.