Lots of you keep asking me about how I started my Hotwife lifestyle... where did it all begin? I have shared my story before on here, but for those of you who have never read it... here goes. HOTWIFE: A married woman who has the freedom in her marriage to pursue sexual relationships with men other than her husband. Her husband has full knowledge of her activities and consents to them, sometimes watching, or even joining in. Just like lots of happily married couples with fun and exciting sex lives, we had shared the fantasy of inviting another guy into our bedroom for a long time. I’m sure most couples are just happy to keep it as a fantasy and never really actually consider making it a reality, but for us it was an unquenchable fire that burned within us, that we just couldn’t ignore. D (my husband), tells me that lots of guys are massively turned on by the thought of seeing their wives get fucked silly by another guy, but would probably never dare even voice the idea to their other halves and certainly never consider suggesting they actually go through with it. We did exactly that and it’s been one incredibly exciting and fulfilling journey!! STAG: The male half of a Hotwife relationship, who allows and finds sexual gratification in allowing and even encouraging his female partner to have sex with other men. Not to be confused with the CUCKOLD relationship where the male is typically weak and into humiliation. Stags are dominant but want to share their women. We’ve always shared a very fulfilling and experimental sex life, so the decision to invite another man into our bed was certainly not because D failed to satisfy me in any way. He loved to see the attention I got from other men when we were out and actually allowing another man to be intimate with me was a thought that drove him wild. He always said, it was like showing off something beautiful that belonged to him and watching another man enjoy my body was a way of taking that to the next level. We discussed lots of different scenarios. Would he join in, or just sit and watch? What about the idea of me meeting someone alone and then telling him in detail what had happened, or maybe even filming the whole event? All these ideas turned us both on incredibly, but we were keen to make sure our first experience was exactly what we had imagined so many times and we agreed that finding the right guy was going to be key. Where the hell would we start? BULL: A sexually capable and dominant male who is invited to have sex with a married woman, with her partners consent and full knowledge. The husband (Stag) may be present, watching or joining in, or may just let his Hotwife play alone. Finding a Bull for your first experience is certainly not a straightforward task. Obviously, there are many websites where you can easily find hundreds of different guys keen and willing to take part in such activities. Once we’d actually made the decision to go ahead and find someone, we quickly sighed up to a site we liked the look of and spent some time writing a detailed profile and adding some cheeky pictures to help gain some attention. To our complete surprise, the response was insane. We had over 100 messages within a couple of hours of uploading our profile and our inbox grew bigger by the minute. Surely there’ll be someone amongst them that will fit the bill? You’d think, but I’m really not sure we were prepared for some of the messages we received... it was evidently clear that the majority of them didn’t even take the time to read our profile. A lot didn’t even acknowledge the fact that we were a couple and the fact that we’d asked for a face picture to be included in all responses was completely ignored. 95% got deleted without even being read! The ones that were left were either too old, too short, too bald, or just plain ugly! I will admit, I am fairly picky, but the actual standard seemed to be incredibly low. We decided it was probably wise to edit our profile to make it very clear exactly what we were looking for! Our criteria ended up looking something like this: 25-40 years old. Handsome and in good physical condition. With hair. Polite and articulate. Some experience of meeting couples before, but not someone who was a hardcore swinger. Local, but no so close we’ll run into them in Tesco. How hard could it be?? Eventually, we started getting one or two messages from guys that interested us and began to exchange messages to help decide who would be our first Bull. Finally, one guy stood out and we agreed a date and time when he would come to our house. I know that some couples prefer to see potential Bulls socially to check there is a connection, before they agree to take it further, but for us, that would just drag out the process further and we were just desperate to get it done. After all, we were only interested in the guy for sex, I knew I found him attractive from his pictures and he seemed like a decent guy by text. It’s not like we wanted him to move in! As the day approached, we continued to exchange messages, some of which got fairly naughty, including pictures and details explanations of how we all envisioned the encounter to go down. To say we were excited, was a massive understatement and I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on my day to day life. Would this experience actually live up to what we had fantasied about so many times? From the moment I woke up on that morning, I could think about nothing else. It was the first time in my life I had experienced such a powerful combination of nerves, excitement and anticipation. Although, those feelings are slightly less intense these days, I still love how I feel on the run up to a naughty encounter. I find it almost addictive. We were expecting the arrival of our Bull at 6pm, only half an hour after my husband would return home from work. By the time he did, I was already dressed and prepared for our naughty visitor. D walked in to find me wearing a see through black lace baby doll, with no underwear and his favourite black stilettos. I could see by the look on his face that he was instantly aroused and he came straight over and kissed me. I could almost hear his heart beating as he pulled me close and held me. The plan we’d made was that I would sit upstairs in our bedroom and wait blindfolded. D would answer the door, exchange pleasantries and lead him upstairs to find me. We had previously discussed that we might all feel a little awkward sat making small talk over a drink and much preferred the idea of getting straight down to it. The blindfold would also help with any early embarrassment, but could come off once things started to progress. So I sat there, blindfolded on my bedroom chair, waiting to hear the knock at the door. For a small moment the nerves almost got the better of me, but I let myself think about all those times we’d discussed this in great detail and I began to feel my nerves slowly turn to arousal.... There was a knock at the door, then some muffled voices, followed by footsteps coming up the stairs... I quickly stood up and positioned myself, legs apart, bent over slightly and rested my hands on the arms of the chair. Within seconds, I was aware I wasn’t alone in the room. I heard the floorboards squeak and then the sound of what must have been D getting himself comfortable on the bed, ready to watch the show he had rehearsed in his head so many times before. There was a silent pause before I felt the warmth of a hand on my right thigh. It was almost like it was electrically charged as suddenly every one of my senses were boosted into overdrive and my heart beat heavily within my chest. A second hand was placed on my left thigh and then the sensation of lips beginning to kiss the cheeks of my ass. His hands gently traced up and down my legs as his kisses became more much more intense, pushing his mouth and chin deeper into my ass. His tongue circled my butt hole, before pushing firmly against it. I pushed myself back against it to allow the tip to slip just inside. It felt amazing, especially as I know D was just a few feet away lustfully looking on. Without warning, he quickly turned me around and sat me down in the chair. I heard him unfasten his belt, before I was presented with what felt like a more than adequately sized cock. I wrapped my hands around it’s generous girth and quickly took the tip into my mouth. I could sense the flashing of lights through my blindfold, which I realised was D recording the moment I’d taken another man’s cock into my mouth for the first time. I continued to suck and take as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could manage, as he thrust against me. It was one of the most erotic feelings I could remember! Before long, I had been led across the room to the bed, where I knelt on all fours ready to take this strangers cock like I was his brought and paid for whore. I’ve got to admit though, it was all over and done with before I had a real chance to really let my hair down. As we’d previously discussed, as soon as he’d cum, he got dressed and left as discreetly as he arrived. We felt it best, as we really didn’t want any awkward post sex small talk and I was as desperate as D to get his cock inside me as soon as possible. On the whole, it was a great first experience! Our Bull had done exactly what had been asked of him, even though a tad longer of the hard fucking he gave me, might actually have tipped me to orgasm. D certainly made sure I wasn’t left unsatisfied... fuelled by the the whole filthy event he fucked me like it was his last night on earth. There was no going back now... we’d opened Pandora’s box and we’d only had a very small taste of the filthy pleasures within! Y x Please like or comment if you’d like more of my real life filthy stories x Read more
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