I've always cheated... even after I got married. When my husband caught me, we decided to open up our marriage, and I became a hotwife... fucking whoever I wanted, then having incredible sex with my husband as I shared the details.
At some level, I think I always knew I was destined to be someone’s hotwife.
Even when I had boyfriends in high school and college, I found that I was fairly easily intrigued and enticed by other guys... especially if they were handsome, or had a roguish grin... and a lot of confidence. I learned early on that I relished the challenge... and indescribable pleasure... that came from discovering another willing partner in unique, and sometimes audacious, situations.
I couldn’t avoid it... I just loved to fuck.
It helped that I was an attractive blonde, with a pretty smile, and a really nice body. I loved showing off my big, natural breasts... and absolutely reveled in the attention I received whenever they were on display. I dated a lot of guys... and girls... over the years... some of them I actually considered my ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’. But, I tended to cheat on them... a lot... all the way through college... and, to be honest... I’ve never had any regrets.
And then, I met Brandon.
We sort of found each other about two years after I graduated from college. He was a few years older, and was already an established lawyer in Phoenix, Arizona when we met... but there was something special about him that really caught my eye. I was smitten... and knew pretty quickly that he could be the one I’d settle down with.
After about a year, or so, of dating we decided to get married... and went about setting dates, renting venues, and making all the necessary plans for the big day.
I tried desperately to quell my thirst for random fuck buddies once Brandon and I were engaged... and it seemed to work for a while. But, about a month, or so, before the wedding, I fell off the wagon... and ended up fucking our wedding photographer at his studio while reviewing sample photo proofs... then, I slipped up again, when I snuck away to give Brandon’s best man a blowjob in the men’s room during our rehearsal dinner.
I don’t know why... I guess that’s just the way I’m built.... I always seem to be in pursuit of the next stiff hard-on and leg-shaking orgasm.
Brandon didn’t know me in college, so he wasn’t aware of my somewhat promiscuous past... nor my lapses just before our wedding... so, with those bits of information prudently tucked away, we happily got married without a hitch.
Afterwards, we moved into a beautiful, two-story house in Peoria... an upper middle-class suburb, just outside of Phoenix. We had a spacious backyard, with a large kidney-shaped pool, surrounded by a sprawling patio and redwood pool deck.
I found work as a realtor for a large brokerage company with offices near our house... which meant I had a very flexible schedule... so I found plenty of time to do things at my leisure, like working out at the gym, running errands, tackling little projects around the house... and anything else that happened to pop up.
Brandon had a corner office in one of the big, glass skyscrapers in downtown Phoenix. He was a bit of a workaholic, and liked to golf on weekends, but even though our schedules didn’t always mesh, we fit together nicely... including our sex life. Brandon had a really nice cock, and he knew what to do with it... I had no complaints when it came to the bedroom... I loved Brandon... and relished our wonderful life together.
But... me being me... I couldn’t ignore how much I enjoyed fucking other guys. Since I didn’t want to hurt my husband, I hid my flirtations and occasional extra-marital trysts from him... while managing to find willing, random partners just about anywhere I looked... shopping, working out at the gym, even going for a run in our neighborhood.... and, I admit... I took advantage.
Then.... about two years into our marriage, my husband discovered what I was doing in my spare time... and everything changed forever.
It was a fairly typical Saturday, and Brandon had left that morning for a round of golf with three of his co-workers. Meanwhile, I had decided to go in search of a new floor lamp for our spare bedroom... and ended up coming home with a man named, James... a decent looking guy... with wide shoulders, and a rakish smile... who I’d met in the Electrical aisle of our local hardware store.
After getting an eyeful of my jiggling boobs and stiff nipples... obvious beneath my sleeveless crop top... and the camel toe poking out between my legs through my yoga pants... it hadn’t taken much effort on my part to convince him to follow me back to my place.
I giggled when he stepped up behind me on the porch, and grabbed my breasts from behind, as I unlocked the front door to the house. With his hands still squeezing my boobs, I led him down the foyer, and into the living room... where I peeled his hands off my tits, and left him sitting on the couch... while I went into the kitchen and grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge.
We sat on the sofa for a few minutes... sort of smiling at each other, sipping beer, and chit chatting... but we were both pretty impatient, so we quickly worked our way up to having sex right there on the sofa.
With an eager smile on my face, I unzipped his pants... reached inside... and grabbed his stiffening hard-on in one of my hands... gently stroking the shaft, as I bent over and sucked the bulbous tip into my mouth. I began jerking and sucking on his growing boner... bobbing my head... pumping my fist... and mumbling about how gorgeous his cock was.
It didn’t take long before I realized I’d landed a good one... James was a couple of years younger than me, and in really good shape... with an impossibly long, thick prick, which I anxiously longed to have inside me.
James chuckled at my enthusiasm, as he pulled my top off over my head... then grabbed two handfuls of soft tit flesh... squeezing and fondling them both, like he’d never seen E-cup boobs before.
I giggled around the thick shaft in my mouth... and, with my lips still wrapped around his throbbing dick... helped James pull his pants down to his ankles so he could kick them off to the side.
Once James’ pants were off, I climbed off the couch and knelt between his spread legs. I continued to bob my head up and down... sucking on his rigid pole, and using one hand to fondle his dangling nutsack... while using my other hand to push my shorts and panties down past my knees... then all the way off... and blindly tossed them onto the growing pile of discarded clothes.
Between my stroking hand, and my warm, wet mouth... it didn’t take long before James’ huge boner was fully erect, and throbbing against my tongue, as I playfully teased the sensitive ridge around his bulbous penis head.
I pulled his stiff rod out of my mouth, and just stared at it for a moment... pointing straight up at the ceiling... impossibly long and thick... the circumcised, mushroom-shaped tip absolutely mesmerized me, as I gleefully ran my pumping fist up and down his engorged shaft.
With an appreciative smile on my face, I reached between my legs and felt between my pussy lips... already drenched in anticipation. With a sly grin on my face, I climbed onto the sofa... straddling James’ hips... his rock-hard erection poised directly beneath my dripping wet vagina opening. I slowly lowered myself onto his enormous prick... letting out a guttural moan as his wide, round head slid easily between my labia, and entered my extremely wet pussy.
Oh.... my.... God... that felt amazing!
I closed my eyes and slid slowly up and down on his impressive dick... relishing the way his enormous cock stretched my cunt and filled me to overflowing. After a few delicious minutes, I picked up the pace... gliding my drenched pussy all the way up, and all the way down, the entire length of his straining erection... over and over and over... then grinding my distended clit deliciously against the rock-hard base of his steely shaft... while James entertained himself with my bouncing boobs and taut nipples.
Then... outside... it started to rain.
I was too wrapped up with James’ hard-on pounding in and out of my cunt... and his hands squeezing and slapping my flailing tits... to notice the change in the weather... but, shortly after we started fucking in the living room, the skies over Phoenix had opened up and a totally unexpected summer shower drenched every bit of central Arizona.
Since I wasn’t aware that it was raining, I had no idea that my husband’s golf game was being rained out... so, to everyone’s surprise... he walked through the front door much, much earlier than expected... and found me on my knees in the middle of our living room... giving James’ rigid cock an enthusiastic blow job.
By the time Brandon walked through the door, James and I had already finished fucking on the sofa. I had bounced up and down on his stiff boner... his incredible cock hitting all the right spots inside my dripping wet cunt, and stimulating my swollen clitoris perfectly... until I had creamed all over his throbbing prick several times, before he had finally climaxed inside me.
The blowjob my husband witnessed when he saw us in the living room was a spontaneous ‘thank you’ gift for James, when I noticed his dick was hard again... after he’d gotten dressed, and was getting ready to leave.
Ironically, if I hadn’t decided to suck James’ cock after we finished fucking, he would’ve been gone by the time my husband got home.
But... alas... no such luck.
When Brandon arrived home, I didn’t actually hear him come in, but managed to catch sight of him out of the corner of my eye, as he stepped into the doorway of the living room. I couldn’t imagine what he must have thought when he saw me kneeling in front of James... completely naked... my hand and head sliding back and forth along the shaft of his engorged prick... as I sucked and stroked his beautiful, thick hard-on.
The entrance to the living room was behind James, so he hadn’t seen Brandon when he came down the foyer and saw us... but Brandon began to say something, which startled James... and he started to pull his rigid penis out of my mouth. But I motioned to my husband to be quiet... then pulled James’ stiff hard-on back into my mouth... and resumed sucking and stroking his throbbing boner.
Both of them appeared stunned in the moment... but did exactly what I told them to do: Brandon stood watching, as I finished giving James head in our living room... my naked breasts swaying and bouncing around in rhythm with my bobbing head and pumping fist; while James... still a bit unsure of things... looked over at my husband... then back down at me sucking his dick... and appeared to relax a bit and enjoy his blowjob.
Seeming to embrace the moment... James smiled, and reached down to grab both of my breasts... squeezing and caressing them... then found my stiff nipples and playfully pulled on them... as I continued to slide my head back and forth on his engorged hard-on.
After a few more minutes, James released my tits, and grabbed the back of my head... holding it steady... as he rocked his hips, and let out a massive grunt... then blasted rope after rope of warm, creamy jizzm against the back of my throat.
Smiling shamelessly over at my husband’s shocked expression, I swallowed James’ load... then kept jerking his straining erection with my hand... pulling out more gobs of spunk onto my tongue... licking the final drops of cum from the tip of his cock... and swallowing that load, as well.
After a few more strokes with my fist, I released James’ shiny prick... wet with my saliva, and still semi-hard from his recent orgasm... then shoved it back into his pants, and pulled up his zipper.
I got off my knees... still totally naked... smiled up at James... playfully reached between his legs and squeezed the substantial bulge in his slacks... then patted his butt, as I walked him to the front door... past my bewildered husband, with his mouth hanging open and an incredulous look on his face.
My latest conquest looked sheepishly at my husband as we passed him in the foyer... then brazenly grabbed a handful of both boobs... and bent down for a deep, tongue-filled kiss, before heading out to his car parked in the driveway.
As James drove away, I closed the front door, and headed back to the living room to face the music... it was time to discuss with Brandon what he’d just witnessed... and where we’d go from here.
I decided to leave my clothes on the floor, and sat next to my husband on the sofa... naked... leaning up against him, with my heavy breasts and stiff nipples pressed against his left arm.
The conversation started out with Brandon expressing his utter shock at finding me giving a stranger head in our living room while he was playing golf.... he followed that by asking me how long I’d been doing that sort of thing.
As I explained everything that I’d been up to since we’d met... and even back into my earlier high school and college years... I let one of my hands drop to his lap, and began gently toying with the lump in his golf slacks... using the tips of my fingers to tease the head of his cock, and gently squeeze the outline of his shaft through his pants. I couldn’t help but notice that his penis was actually semi-hard already, and seemed to be growing as my attention to his dick continued, and my story unfolded.
I began fondling and massaging the shaft of his dick a little more earnestly... feeling it expand and throb beneath my probing fingers... as I told him about the wedding photographer... his best man at our rehearsal dinner... and a few other covert adventures I’d had since we’d been together.
As our long discussion started to wind down, I gave him a passionate kiss on the lips, and grabbed a handful of his nearly erect hard-on, and said, “I love you more than anything, hon... and I definitely want to be married to you forever... but, this is who I am... and fucking other guys is just something I think I’m always going to do.”
I couldn’t really think of anything more to add, so I shrugged my shoulders and suggested that maybe we should consider having an open marriage.
I was astonished when Brandon smiled... gave me another passionate kiss... and agreed... much more readily than I’d expected... adding that he was surprised at how aroused he became when he saw me sucking another guy’s cock... especially one that big... and he wouldn’t mind seeing it again.
He smiled, as he reached over and began playing with my right boob... caressing the soft tit flesh, then using his fingers to grab my stiff nipple. He pulled my pendulous breast away from my chest... then released it... watching it swing back and forth, as it settled back into place.
He said that seeing me getting fucked and experiencing great orgasms... even with other guys... would give him a great deal of pleasure... and he was ‘all in’.
By then his prick was rock hard, and creating an impressive tent in his golf slacks. Smiling happily, I unzipped his pants... reached in to pull out his nearly erect boner... then bent down and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
While I bobbed my head up and down on my husband’s raging hard-on, he lifted his butt off the couch, so the two of us could work his slacks past his legs and down to his ankles.
He enthusiastically rocked his hips... pumping his throbbing erection in and out of my warm, wet mouth... over and over and over... banging the head of his cock against my tonsils with every one of his upward thrusts. It didn’t take long before he grabbed the back of my head and held it there... shoving his thick boner as far into my mouth as it would go... then erupted... spewing several streams of splooge against the back of my throat... causing me to choke a bit, as I struggled to accommodate his huge load of cum.
I managed to swallow most of it, although some did leak out from the corners of my mouth and trickle down my chin... eventually dripping onto my swaying boobs and stiff nipples... as he continued to cram his rigid prick in and out of my mouth until his nutsack was finally empty.
When he was done cumming, I pulled his spent dick out of my mouth, but continued to stroke his glistening shaft with one hand... while using my other hand to lift my heavy tits up to my mouth so I could lick his spilled cum from the tips of my nipples.
After Brandon’s breathing returned to normal, he pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss... then we headed upstairs to the master bathroom to take a shower.
I chuckled when he got hard again in the shower... although I wasn’t really all that surprised.
He began mumbling about how aroused he got when he saw me with another guy’s cock in my mouth... then pushed me up against the tiled wall... shoved my legs apart... and slammed his throbbing boner in and out of my drenched pussy... again and again... until we both had incredible, quivering orgasms.
When we’d both caught our breath, I happily lathered up Brandon’s body with soap... washing him clean and playfully fondling his now flaccid cock... as I smiled to myself, and mused that this might work out even better than I could have hoped.
That night, we laid in bed... fondling and stroking each other... and discussed how the new ‘hotwife’ arrangement was going to work.
We decided we really didn’t have any rules, per se, we could just go ahead and fuck whoever we wanted to, whenever the situation presented itself... as long as we provided details... and pictures, if we had them... when we got together afterwards for reclamation sex.
I couldn’t have been happier with how things played out.
Over the next several months, I found multiple opportunities to fuck guys whenever I stumbled upon someone who struck my fancy. I got fucked in bars, in dressing rooms, in alleys behind restaurants, at real estate conferences... and also brought some of them home, when circumstances allowed. I can’t begin to count the number of blowjobs, quickies, oral orgasms, or deep-thrusting fucks I’ve had in the back seat of someone’s car since I began being a hotwife for my husband.
Brandon did his thing, too... although not nearly as frequently as I did mine. He found some interest among a couple of secretaries and interns... some of them married, and just looking for a nice respite from their usual routine... others enjoying the youthful thrill of fucking a handsome, high-powered attorney... and hoping for a promotion.
On occasion, our things would intersect... which worked out perfectly, too.
In those cases we’d usually end up in a threesome... which was okay with me, since I loved fucking women as much as guys... and I got a kick out of watching Brandon enjoy being ‘serviced’ by two women at the same time.
And he was happy to share me with whatever guys I brought home... although that didn’t happen often. He admitted that, even though he liked to fuck me while I fucked someone else on occasion... he actually preferred watching me get incredible, leg-shaking pleasure with a stranger, before getting me alone afterwards to fuck my brains out.
This arrangement has worked perfectly for several years... and I hope it never changes.
My latest “new cock” was Ken... the owner of a Phoenix construction company, who I met when he and his wife used my Real Estate firm to help them find a new house in Pinecrest... a little neighborhood just a little south of Peoria.
I was their realtor... and during one showing when his wife couldn’t join us, I wasted no time before I had Ken’s stiff hard-on sliding in and out of my mouth... stroking his thick, rigid shaft with one hand, while fondling his fleshy testicles with the other hand.
Once he was fully erect, he stood me up... bent me over the kitchen counter... and slammed his huge boner into me from behind... pounding away between my legs like a piston, until we both had incredible orgasms.
After he and his wife closed on the house, Ken would call whenever his wife was out of town... and I’d stop by his new place after work for a quick fuck before heading home for the day.
Ken had a nice, thick cock... and I liked how he mauled my tits and manhandled my body whenever we fucked. It didn’t happen often, but when it did... my orgasms were earth-shattering, and I could barely walk afterwards... needless to say, I always looked forward my fuck sessions with Ken... and his incredible hard-on hammering away between my legs.
One morning my cell phone rang while Brandon was lying behind me... shoving his morning wood in and out of my pussy, as I lay on my side... not really awake yet... with my bleary eyes barely open.
I grabbed my phone from the night stand... saw that it was Ken... so I took the call... not really trying to be quiet, and knowing that our conversation would be interrupted by the occasional grunt, or moan, as I asked him what was up.
He chuckled when he realized I was in the middle of getting fucked... then said his wife had just left town to visit her mother for the weekend, and he had most of the day free, before he had to check on one of his projects later that afternoon.
Mixed in with a few unavoidable grunts, I smiled and told him I’d be over as soon as I was free later that morning.
I cleaned up between my legs after Brandon finished inside me, then we had breakfast together in the kitchen, before he headed out to play a round of golf with his usual Saturday morning foursome.
After he left, I took a shower upstairs... then drove over to Ken’s place in Pinecrest... wearing running shorts, sneakers, and an extremely low-cut tank top... with spaghetti straps that barely kept my tits from falling out, and did nothing to keep them from jiggling around in front of me as I moved about the room.
As soon as I arrived, Ken’s eyes lit up when he saw my wobbling boobs, and in no time... my top was off, my shorts were on the floor... and his thick boner was sliding in and out of my mouth... as I sat on the sofa, with him standing between my spread legs. I bobbed my head back and forth, while Ken played with my swaying breasts and pulled on my thick, stiff nipples.
When he was fully erect, Ken pushed me down onto my back... shoved my knees apart... and crammed his raging hard-on deep inside my cunt with one massive thrust... then slammed it back and forth... grabbing and squeezing my flailing tits, and fucking the shit out of me right there on the sofa.
Ken’s thick, rigid pole always hit all the right spots inside my pussy, and also seemed to rub my clitoris perfectly every time we fucked. I always managed to cum several times whenever we got together.
That morning was no different.
After I already had two incredible orgasms, Ken pulled his throbbing erection out of my vagina... flipped me over onto my hands and knees... and plunged his stiff boner into my ass... railing my butt hole from behind like a pile driver... while reaching around to squeeze and slap my thrashing boobs.
Grunting from Ken’s powerful lunges... and lost in wave after wave of euphoric delirium... I closed my eyes... then reached between my legs and began furiously rubbing my swollen clit... over and over... until another incredible climax exploded between my legs. My body quivered with pleasure, as I screamed and cursed... while Ken continued pounding away at my gaping asshole.
It didn’t take long before Ken released my tits... grabbed my hips... and picked up the pace... slamming his engorged hard-on in and out of my anus like a cudgel... until he suddenly caught his breath... let out a raspy grunt... and blasted a massive load of cum deep inside my rectum.
Oh, my God, that was amazing... my vision blurred, and my legs trembled uncontrollably... as I squirmed around beneath him... swearing and mumbling about how good his cock felt shoved up my butt.
After a minute, or two, I plopped down on the sofa... gasping for air and struggling to catch my breath... as Ken continued to slide his stiff boner in and out of my ass... emptying his nutsack inside me... as I lay prone on the couch beneath him.
When he was finally done cumming, we lay on the sofa for several minutes... his rigid prick still shoved deep inside my overflowing asshole... enjoying the remnants of our fading orgasms for a while... before heading upstairs to take a shower.
We fucked again in the shower... that time with Ken holding me up by my ass cheeks, while bouncing me up and down on his newly erect hard-on. I grabbed him around the neck, and held on tight... as he hammered his cock in and out of my pussy... over and over and over... until I felt another intense, tingly climax erupt between my legs, and course through my entire body... while Ken blasted another huge load of warm, creamy jizzm deep inside my dripping wet cunt.
Ken put me down on trembling legs... then, after catching our breath... we cleaned each other off... got dressed... and I headed back to my place, while Ken drove off to check on his construction crew.
When I got home, I parked in the garage beyond the patio, then opened the gate and walked along the pool deck heading for the back door to the house.
It was late afternoon, so Brandon was home from his morning golf game, and when I got to the pool, I saw that he was sitting in the hot tub... with each arm draped over the shoulders of his two favorite interns from his office... both beautiful... and both naked.
Grinning and chatting amiably, he fondled both of their breasts... while the girl on his left stroked his erect hard-on, and the girl on his right shared a tongue-filled kiss, and teased his erect nipples.
I smiled when I saw them, and called out to them, “Hi, y’all”, as I walked past the hot tub on my way into the house. Then... still savoring the remnants of my recent orgasms... I stopped and watched the three of them in action for a few moments... before reaching down and squeezing one of Sylvia’s large, wobbly boobs, and said, “I can never get enough of these tits, hon”... then continued inside the house to change.
As I opened the patio door and went inside, I chuckled when I heard my husband say, “Oh, shit... I’m about to blow... use your mouth, Charlotte... I just cleaned the spa, so I don’t want any cum in the water.”
Grinning to myself, I continued upstairs to our bedroom, and changed into one of my tiny bikinis... then headed back downstairs to join the others by the pool.
I glanced over at the activity in the hot tub, then laid down on a chaise lounge to sun bathe... and blissfully closed my eyes.
A few minutes later, I sensed a shadow covering my body, so I opened my eyes... used my hand to block the sun... and looked up at Sylvia’s pendulous breasts swaying right above my face.
With her tits swaying back and forth, Sylvia grinned at me, as she stood next to my chaise lounge... then bent over and slid one of her hands inside my bikini bottoms. She ran her fingers up and down between my pussy lips for a few seconds... then quickly found my awakening clitoris, and began rubbing tight little circles around the tip.
I smiled... then reached up and fondled both of her dangling boobs, and said, “I was hoping you’d come over.”
Sylvia giggled, and said, “I knew that... Charlotte’s trying to get Brandon hard again so she can climb onto his cock... and besides, you always compliment my boobs when you want some attention.”
I laughed and asked, “Am I that obvious?”
She chuckled, and said, “Yeah... pretty much”, then moved down between my legs... pulled off my bikini bottoms... and leaned into my crotch... using her tongue to lick up and down the dripping wet slit between my labia... then finding my stiffening clit with her mouth... and shoving a couple of fingers into my drenched vagina. She pulled on my swollen nub with her lips, and flicked it with her tongue, as I closed my eyes... spread my legs a little further apart... and mumbled about how good it felt.
As a delicious, tingly climax began building between my legs, I looked over at my husband... sitting on the deck of the hot tub... his feet dangling in the water... with Charlotte bouncing up and down on his newly erect hard-on... as he sucked on her stiff nipples and fondled her jiggling tits.
I suddenly caught my breath, and closed my eyes... then let out a low, guttural moan... as I twerked my hips, and creamed all over Sylvia’s face and fingers.
After letting me enjoy my orgasm for a while, Sylvia pulled her fingers out of my cunt... then smiled into my half-open, pleasure-glazed eyes... as she slipped her fingers into her mouth, and sucked on the pussy juices from my cunt. She pulled her fingers out of her mouth... then leaned up and kissed me on the lips... as she straddled my chaise lounge, and moved her body up toward my shoulders... until her dripping wet snatch was poised directly above my smiling face.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down to my mouth... using my tongue and lips to find her swollen clit... then sucked and teased her engorged nub until she caught her breath... letting out a muted scream... as she rocked her hips, and drenched my face with delicious nectar from her overflowing pussy.
Gasping for air, she plopped down on top of me... our heavy breasts squashed between us... as we both caught our breath... and giggled... then turned our heads to watch Charlotte bouncing up and down on Brandon’s stiff prick... and grinding her clit against the shaft of his cock... until they both enjoyed noisy, grunting orgasms.
Once we’d all caught our breath, Brandon fired up the grill on the patio, and cooked up some chicken breasts and sliced vegetables for dinner. When it was done, the four of us sat outside at the patio table and enjoyed a delightful meal, along with several glasses of excellent Chardonnay.
Afterward, we all lounged around the pool... totally naked... the three women taking turns fondling boobs, teasing nipples, and licking each other’s pussies.
Brandon sat in a chaise lounge nearby... grinning like a Cheshire cat, while watching the three of us enjoy multiple orgasms, and cream all over each other more times than we could count... steadily stroking his throbbing hard-on until he erupted.
These fuck sessions where we shared partners were actually kind of rare for Brandon and me, but they were a lot fun when they happened.
After Charlotte and Sylvia had left, I helped Brandon clear away the remnants of our dinner from the patio. As we headed upstairs to our bedroom... where I knew Brandon would fuck me silly... I smiled to myself and thought about how much I loved being a hotwife.