Disclaimer: This veers towards wife sharing and hotwifing rather than straight up cuckolding
“You want me to have sex with someone else?” Sadie, my wife, asked. The question came out as more of a statement than an actual inquiry.
She had been listening to our conversation from the other side of the door while I was telling my best friend about how I fantasize about watching her get nailed by a random guy. Now the proverbial elephant in the room, rather, bedroom could no longer be ignored she’d found out what a giant pervert I am.
The unexpectedness of it all took me aback for a second, but then I realized that this was what she wanted to hear, that she had been having similar fantasies and she only wanted to make sure she’d heard me right. After all, there she was, calm and willing to talk when most other women would’ve probably slapped me and demanded a divorce, "Yes,” I said simply.
“You want to watch it happen?”
We were planning on having anniversary sex at a hotel tonight, so if she wanted to fulfill my fantasy, this was as good a time as any, "Yes"
See, me and my wife have been together for almost 10 years we’d gotten kinky in all the dirty ways we were “supposed to” as a modern couple, Giving each other thousands of good orgasms and toe-curling moments of pleasure, yet we’d never gone too far into the realm of the taboo.
At most, we’d used some toys and cuffs and she once wore her former cheer leading outfit but we’d generally kept it almost vanilla, nothing too outrageous.
If we did this, it was either going to be one of the best things we’ve ever experienced in our relationship or ruin our marriage, “Babe?” I asked, when the silence grew too long and heavy to bear.
The look on my wife’s face changed it became playful and flirtatious, “I’ll do it if you promise not to tell anyone, it would be scandalous! Imagine the gossip, I mean, what if our neighbor Jack got the wrong idea?”
I was imagining it and fuck if it didn’t add new layers of excitement for me to know that she had given this fantasy as much thought as I had and even had a different man in mind, it was filling my brain with endless possibilities. Perhaps we were going to do this more than one time. Perhaps I would one day come home and find her impaled on Jack’s cock, "You mean it? You’ll… for me!?” This was all too much my cock started to twitch in excitement at the thought of watching my wife fuck another man. Even though I knew it was wrong in the eyes of society, I couldn’t help myself, it was the ultimate thrill.
The fact that we had been married for a long time made me feel like such a dirty old man when I fantasized about other men fucking her.
It wasn’t that I wanted her to cheat on me or anything, I liked the fantasy of what it would be like.
“Yeah.”
The truth is she had never showed any interest in sex with other people until now. She didn’t even masturbate much until we got together which was kind of surprising since most women seemed to have a knack for self-pleasure but then again she wasn’t raised with the same culture as I was. She’d grown up in some small town in Europe somewhere and her parents had been incredibly religious, “Then… tonight, we could make it happen easily enough?"
She needed to wear one of her sexy dresses, the ones that showcased her generous curves, sit pretty at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and let men approach her, seduce her. She’d pick a winner and then we’d escort him to our hotel room where he’d fuck her under my watchful eye. It was going to be exciting, seeing her go from blushing shy girl to eager slut over the course of a night, “I’ll go get ready.”
A mere handful of hours later she’d hopped on a bar stool dressed in a sexy little red number. The fabric hugged her body and clung to the curves of her hips, waist and breasts. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist at the back of her head with tendrils falling down around her face
she looked like a movie star or a fashion model and that was all it took for men to start gravitating toward her.
Back when she was single, some would even give her flowers or chocolates or expensive jewelry for no reason other than their own lustful desires and now, 11 years later, when she was no longer a wiry little waif but a mature woman a simple smile from my wife could make a man weak in the knees and tonight was no different. Less than ten minutes of waiting and someone was making contact he was wearing a business suit, I couldn’t spot a wedding ring. Good, we didn’t want to worry about interfering with another couple’s sex life, we only wanted to up the ante on ours.
I watched this guy lean into my wife’s luscious body and whisper something in her ear. It made her giggle and a soft blush colored her cheeks. I assumed it was something scandalous, indecent, perhaps completely lewd. He then placed his hand on the small of her back while his other hand moved to cup one breast, right there, where everyone could see what he was doing! She leaned against him as he moved closer until their bodies were touching and then their lips met for an instant. They looked at each other with lustful eyes, she smiled seductively and spoke a few soft words. He then looked at me, an expression of intrigue on his face, before giving into his curiosity. I nodded at my wife and before long the three of us found ourselves in the privacy of the hotel room I’d booked.
In the room I was seated in a chair, in the corner, and my wife was getting naked. He stops her before she can take her lingerie off his eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts and belly. He looked like a man who’d been given a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. My wife clearly wanted nothing more than for him to touch her, to taste her. The stranger stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a smile that turned into a gasp when he lowered his head and kissed her clavicle.
Sadie
His lips moved against my skin in a slow sensual rhythm, coaxing every nerve ending inside of me to life. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my bra, and moisture pooled between my thighs. I wanted him so bad I could barely think straight. The alluring stranger tasted like whiskey and danger but it was his mouth that was making me forget everything else except for the feel of his tongue stroking mine.
My husband laid forgotten in the furthest recesses of my mind as for the first time in 11 years, I gave myself to someone other than him. It was frightening how good being appreciated and lusted over by someone else was making me feel. This man’s touch ignited a fire deep inside me that only he seemed able to quench. My body burned with desire, and I knew if we didn’t stop soon, we’d end up doing something neither me or my husband would ever be able to forget but then again, maybe that was what me and Jackson needed. We had been married long enough to understand that sometimes sex wasn’t about love or passion, it was often simply about satisfying a basic human need and maybe I also wanted a confirmation that I was still sexy and exciting in the eyes of someone who wasn’t my husband, a husband I adored, a husband almost duty-bound to remind me that he loved me.
My lover broke off the kiss breathing heavily as he stared at me intently, “You’re not going to tell me your name?” He whispered hoarsely against my lips before kissing them gently once more.
“No, because this is sex, I love my husband,” it took every ounce of willpower I possessed to pull away from him. I felt lightheaded and dizzy. All I wanted to do was throw myself into his strong arms and beg him to take me right then. However, I wasn’t going to be reckless about this. I reached for my purse and pulled out a condom.
He watched me with hooded eyes, “Good thinking,” he ripped open the wrapper and slid it over himself. it was so erotic to watch a guy put on a condom, the way he took his erect cock in hand, cradling it with gentleness, and the way the transparent latex stretched and covered its veiny surface it was difficult to continue to act like a wife and not a total slut. I needed his cock in my pussy and he must’ve felt the same need to connect with my body, because he was quick to lift me onto the bed. The mattress dipped under our weight and he kissed me as he slid my panties off his fingers finding my clit and stroked me gently, “God, your husband is so fucking lucky,” he said between kisses his lips left hot wet trails on my skin, my body ached for more but I didn’t want to rush things. So, I laid there while he caressed me until my legs began to tremble and my core quivered. When I finally came undone, I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close against me, “I need your cock inside me now.” My words were barely a whisper when his lips met mine in another hungry kiss that left us both breathless.
He rolled over onto his back with me straddling him so that he could guide himself into my tight hole. His hands held the cheeks of my ass as he pushed himself deep inside me again and again. The feel of our bodies joined was incredible every nerve-ending tingled and sent shivers down my spine leaving me wanting more, “Harder,” I panted. He pulled out slowly and then thrust hard and fast at first making my tits bounce and my breath to hitch our bodies slapped against each other loudly, lewdly.
I could hear my husband grunting behind me, it sounded like he was jerking off to me getting fucked by another man. Was this what he wanted to see me taken like some cheap whore or did he enjoy watching his precious wife get fucked, either way, I didn’t care there was nothing else on earth that mattered right now except being filled with this stranger’s cock.
He thrust his hips forward once more and then pulled out of me, I felt a slight twinge in my pussy as the head slipped from between my lips.
However, my pussy wasn’t empty for long. Bare and hot my husband’s cock replaced the man’s and he began to pound me vigorously. His balls slapped against my ass and once more the obscene sounds of flesh smacking together echoed throughout the room, “Oh yeah,” the man underneath me groaned, “Looks like your husband liked that so much, he wanted to join in.”
My husband continued to fuck me from behind, stretching my pussy around his fat cock. His hands were on my hips pulling me back against him as he pounded into me over and over again. My body was shaking with excitement as I felt the orgasm building deep inside of me, “I need more, I pleaded,” and Jackson knew what I meant. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair pulling on my head forcing it backward he used it like a leash to control and overpower me as he continued to slam his cock in hard and fast.
It hurt at first but then I got used to it and the pain turned to pleasure, I loved how his thick shaft was stretching my pussy wide open,“I’m gonna cum,” he growled between grunts, “You ready?” He pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip remained inside me before slamming it back in. He fucked me harder than ever before, pounding my pussy over and over again then finally it happened. I screamed out loud as my body shook uncontrollably beneath that of my husband’s. I cried out for more as he slammed his cock into me one last time, shooting his hot load deep inside my abused cunt. We both collapsed onto the bed exhausted, one on each side of the stranger we used to spice up our sex life.
***
Author's note: The characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
All rights reserved.
No part of this story may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from me, Hazel Grace (also writing as Sierra Grace).
Initially published on Smashwords with the title Sadie, I am posting it here, in all its full glory, for free, for everyone's enjoyment.
Sadie - A Dirty Hotwife's Tale, an Ebook by Sierra Grace
“You want me to have sex with someone else?” Sadie, my wife, asked. The question came out as more of a statement than an actual inquiry.
She had been listening to our conversation from the other side of the door while I was telling my best friend about how I fantasize about watching her get nailed by a random guy. Now the proverbial elephant in the room, rather, bedroom could no longer be ignored she’d found out what a giant pervert I am.
The unexpectedness of it all took me aback for a second, but then I realized that this was what she wanted to hear, that she had been having similar fantasies and she only wanted to make sure she’d heard me right. After all, there she was, calm and willing to talk when most other women would’ve probably slapped me and demanded a divorce, "Yes,” I said simply.
“You want to watch it happen?”
We were planning on having anniversary sex at a hotel tonight, so if she wanted to fulfill my fantasy, this was as good a time as any, "Yes"
See, me and my wife have been together for almost 10 years we’d gotten kinky in all the dirty ways we were “supposed to” as a modern couple, Giving each other thousands of good orgasms and toe-curling moments of pleasure, yet we’d never gone too far into the realm of the taboo.
At most, we’d used some toys and cuffs and she once wore her former cheer leading outfit but we’d generally kept it almost vanilla, nothing too outrageous.
If we did this, it was either going to be one of the best things we’ve ever experienced in our relationship or ruin our marriage, “Babe?” I asked, when the silence grew too long and heavy to bear.
The look on my wife’s face changed it became playful and flirtatious, “I’ll do it if you promise not to tell anyone, it would be scandalous! Imagine the gossip, I mean, what if our neighbor Jack got the wrong idea?”
I was imagining it and fuck if it didn’t add new layers of excitement for me to know that she had given this fantasy as much thought as I had and even had a different man in mind, it was filling my brain with endless possibilities. Perhaps we were going to do this more than one time. Perhaps I would one day come home and find her impaled on Jack’s cock, "You mean it? You’ll… for me!?” This was all too much my cock started to twitch in excitement at the thought of watching my wife fuck another man. Even though I knew it was wrong in the eyes of society, I couldn’t help myself, it was the ultimate thrill.
The fact that we had been married for a long time made me feel like such a dirty old man when I fantasized about other men fucking her.
It wasn’t that I wanted her to cheat on me or anything, I liked the fantasy of what it would be like.
“Yeah.”
The truth is she had never showed any interest in sex with other people until now. She didn’t even masturbate much until we got together which was kind of surprising since most women seemed to have a knack for self-pleasure but then again she wasn’t raised with the same culture as I was. She’d grown up in some small town in Europe somewhere and her parents had been incredibly religious, “Then… tonight, we could make it happen easily enough?"
She needed to wear one of her sexy dresses, the ones that showcased her generous curves, sit pretty at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and let men approach her, seduce her. She’d pick a winner and then we’d escort him to our hotel room where he’d fuck her under my watchful eye. It was going to be exciting, seeing her go from blushing shy girl to eager slut over the course of a night, “I’ll go get ready.”
A mere handful of hours later she’d hopped on a bar stool dressed in a sexy little red number. The fabric hugged her body and clung to the curves of her hips, waist and breasts. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist at the back of her head with tendrils falling down around her face
she looked like a movie star or a fashion model and that was all it took for men to start gravitating toward her.
Back when she was single, some would even give her flowers or chocolates or expensive jewelry for no reason other than their own lustful desires and now, 11 years later, when she was no longer a wiry little waif but a mature woman a simple smile from my wife could make a man weak in the knees and tonight was no different. Less than ten minutes of waiting and someone was making contact he was wearing a business suit, I couldn’t spot a wedding ring. Good, we didn’t want to worry about interfering with another couple’s sex life, we only wanted to up the ante on ours.
I watched this guy lean into my wife’s luscious body and whisper something in her ear. It made her giggle and a soft blush colored her cheeks. I assumed it was something scandalous, indecent, perhaps completely lewd. He then placed his hand on the small of her back while his other hand moved to cup one breast, right there, where everyone could see what he was doing! She leaned against him as he moved closer until their bodies were touching and then their lips met for an instant. They looked at each other with lustful eyes, she smiled seductively and spoke a few soft words. He then looked at me, an expression of intrigue on his face, before giving into his curiosity. I nodded at my wife and before long the three of us found ourselves in the privacy of the hotel room I’d booked.
In the room I was seated in a chair, in the corner, and my wife was getting naked. He stops her before she can take her lingerie off his eyes roamed over her body, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts and belly. He looked like a man who’d been given a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. My wife clearly wanted nothing more than for him to touch her, to taste her. The stranger stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a smile that turned into a gasp when he lowered his head and kissed her clavicle.
Sadie
His lips moved against my skin in a slow sensual rhythm, coaxing every nerve ending inside of me to life. My nipples hardened under the thin fabric of my bra, and moisture pooled between my thighs. I wanted him so bad I could barely think straight. The alluring stranger tasted like whiskey and danger but it was his mouth that was making me forget everything else except for the feel of his tongue stroking mine.
My husband laid forgotten in the furthest recesses of my mind as for the first time in 11 years, I gave myself to someone other than him. It was frightening how good being appreciated and lusted over by someone else was making me feel. This man’s touch ignited a fire deep inside me that only he seemed able to quench. My body burned with desire, and I knew if we didn’t stop soon, we’d end up doing something neither me or my husband would ever be able to forget but then again, maybe that was what me and Jackson needed. We had been married long enough to understand that sometimes sex wasn’t about love or passion, it was often simply about satisfying a basic human need and maybe I also wanted a confirmation that I was still sexy and exciting in the eyes of someone who wasn’t my husband, a husband I adored, a husband almost duty-bound to remind me that he loved me.
My lover broke off the kiss breathing heavily as he stared at me intently, “You’re not going to tell me your name?” He whispered hoarsely against my lips before kissing them gently once more.
“No, because this is sex, I love my husband,” it took every ounce of willpower I possessed to pull away from him. I felt lightheaded and dizzy. All I wanted to do was throw myself into his strong arms and beg him to take me right then. However, I wasn’t going to be reckless about this. I reached for my purse and pulled out a condom.
He watched me with hooded eyes, “Good thinking,” he ripped open the wrapper and slid it over himself. it was so erotic to watch a guy put on a condom, the way he took his erect cock in hand, cradling it with gentleness, and the way the transparent latex stretched and covered its veiny surface it was difficult to continue to act like a wife and not a total slut. I needed his cock in my pussy and he must’ve felt the same need to connect with my body, because he was quick to lift me onto the bed. The mattress dipped under our weight and he kissed me as he slid my panties off his fingers finding my clit and stroked me gently, “God, your husband is so fucking lucky,” he said between kisses his lips left hot wet trails on my skin, my body ached for more but I didn’t want to rush things. So, I laid there while he caressed me until my legs began to tremble and my core quivered. When I finally came undone, I wrapped my arms around him and brought him close against me, “I need your cock inside me now.” My words were barely a whisper when his lips met mine in another hungry kiss that left us both breathless.
He rolled over onto his back with me straddling him so that he could guide himself into my tight hole. His hands held the cheeks of my ass as he pushed himself deep inside me again and again. The feel of our bodies joined was incredible every nerve-ending tingled and sent shivers down my spine leaving me wanting more, “Harder,” I panted. He pulled out slowly and then thrust hard and fast at first making my tits bounce and my breath to hitch our bodies slapped against each other loudly, lewdly.
I could hear my husband grunting behind me, it sounded like he was jerking off to me getting fucked by another man. Was this what he wanted to see me taken like some cheap whore or did he enjoy watching his precious wife get fucked, either way, I didn’t care there was nothing else on earth that mattered right now except being filled with this stranger’s cock.
He thrust his hips forward once more and then pulled out of me, I felt a slight twinge in my pussy as the head slipped from between my lips.
However, my pussy wasn’t empty for long. Bare and hot my husband’s cock replaced the man’s and he began to pound me vigorously. His balls slapped against my ass and once more the obscene sounds of flesh smacking together echoed throughout the room, “Oh yeah,” the man underneath me groaned, “Looks like your husband liked that so much, he wanted to join in.”
My husband continued to fuck me from behind, stretching my pussy around his fat cock. His hands were on my hips pulling me back against him as he pounded into me over and over again. My body was shaking with excitement as I felt the orgasm building deep inside of me, “I need more, I pleaded,” and Jackson knew what I meant. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair pulling on my head forcing it backward he used it like a leash to control and overpower me as he continued to slam his cock in hard and fast.
It hurt at first but then I got used to it and the pain turned to pleasure, I loved how his thick shaft was stretching my pussy wide open,“I’m gonna cum,” he growled between grunts, “You ready?” He pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip remained inside me before slamming it back in. He fucked me harder than ever before, pounding my pussy over and over again then finally it happened. I screamed out loud as my body shook uncontrollably beneath that of my husband’s. I cried out for more as he slammed his cock into me one last time, shooting his hot load deep inside my abused cunt. We both collapsed onto the bed exhausted, one on each side of the stranger we used to spice up our sex life.
***
Author's note: The characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.All rights reserved.
No part of this story may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from me, Hazel Grace (also writing as Sierra Grace).
Initially published on Smashwords with the title Sadie, I am posting it here, in all its full glory, for free, for everyone's enjoyment.
Sadie - A Dirty Hotwife's Tale, an Ebook by Sierra Grace
