by Vivi King
I’m sure Pete realised my deception but neither of us cared. I lay on his chest, my tiny boobs crushed until I felt his cock soften and slip from my body. After we had recovered our breath and I had dismounted, Pete returned to his usual post-coital place between my thighs.
“I love your body... afterwards,” he said slightly dreamily. “It’s so... beautiful.”
I had always thought a woman’s vulva was one of the ugliest parts of her body; certainly I had never found a man’s penis to be attractive – however good it might make me feel. But I had long ago learned that men didn’t see it that way.
Pete lowered his face to my groin where presumably his semen was leaking out and to my exhausted delight, proceeded to finish me off slowly, lingeringly and expertly with his amazing tongue.
It was wonderful; the orgasm that quickly followed was short and intense but loving and sweet. I didn’t need to fake anything at all before we both fell asleep naked.
I woke in the night to find Pete pulling the duvet over us both.
“Are you ok Penn?” he whispered.
“A bit cold!” I shivered in reply.
He snuggled alongside me and hugged me tightly.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered as he stroked my newly-flattened tummy, “I can’t believe how sexy you’ve become.”
“Don’t tease me,” I chided, secretly glowing with pleasure at his words.
“I’m not teasing,” he insisted as his hands worked their way to my small boobs, “I just can’t get the thought of you out of my mind. The thought of seeing you being...” his voice trailed away.
“Being fucked by Tony?” I finished his sentence. Pete chuckled.
“Yes, being fucked by Tony. And you wouldn’t have used that word three months ago! Say it again!”
“Pete!”
“Go on, say it for me!”
I paused then smiled.
“Being fucked! Being fucked by Tony! Being fucked, fucked, fucked, fucked until I cum!”
“Enough!” he laughed, then paused for a moment, “Is his cock really much bigger than mine? Is he really much better in bed than me?”
“Pete, please!” I protested.
“You promised to tell the truth, Penny,” he said in a mock serious voice.
“I didn’t promise to tell you three times a day for the rest of my life,” I said in an exasperated voice. “Perhaps I should write it down so you can read it whenever you want.”
“Please Penn!”
I sighed in the darkness but my nipples were already hardening at the thought of Tony’s wonderful cock in my body.
“Okay then, but I have told you all this before. His cock is shorter and uglier than yours but much, much thicker. When he sticks it in me, it stretches me really tightly and that makes all the difference.”
“So he’s a better lover than me?”
For a moment I wondered what the ‘right’ answer would be; what it was that my husband really wanted to hear. Did he want me to reassure him he was still the best? Did he want me to praise his considerable oral skills? Or did he want the truth, that it was as much the novelty of a having a new lover, the joy of being seduced, of feeling attractive, being desired, of feeling sexy again rather than just the mere physical size and shape of my lover’s cock that was bringing so much excitement to my new sex life?
In the end I took a gamble.
“If you really want to know, he’s the best lover I’ve ever had. He’s giving me the best fucking of my life; he makes me cum harder and more often than I have ever cum before.” I paused for effect before adding: “But it’s you that made it all possible; you that persuaded me to do it; you that lets it all happen. I love you Pete and I’m lucky to have you for a husband!”
It was quite a speech and I held my breath, waiting anxiously for my husband’s response. When it came it was preceded by the pressure of his growing erection against my naked thigh and a long close hug.
“You’re the sexiest woman alive, Penny. I adore you. I can’t wait for your next date!”
Relieved, I breathed out long and slowly then laughed.
“That makes two of us! Now shut up and let me get some sleep!”
8
Christmas had come early in our household with the unexpected gift of a brand new ‘Hotwife and Cuckold’ relationship after more than twenty years of monogamous marriage.
Although my husband Pete had tried very hard to persuade me to take a lover for over a year, when it had actually started, it had been a surprise to us both.
It had all starred nearly two months earlier when to both our surprises, I had let Tony, a long-time family friend seduce, strip and fuck me on our lounge floor after giving me a lift home from the railway station. We had both been expecting me to smile indulgently and swat his wandering hands away from my bottom after one of his habitual ‘farewell fondles’ but for some reason, at that time on that day in that room, something had made me simply stop resisting and nature had taken its inevitable, pleasurable, guilt-ridden course.
To this day I can’t be sure whether any other set of circumstances would have produced the same result, but the question is academic. I had been seduced, been thoroughly fucked and had embarked on a passionate affair with my new lover.
It had been very difficult a month later when I had confessed to my husband that I had finally yielded to his persuasion and was now a ‘fallen woman’. As you can imagine, the atmosphere between us had been strained to breaking point. Pete had slept in the guest bedroom that night then had stayed away from home for two whole days – I still didn’t know where.
I had been convinced my marriage and family life were over but on his return my extraordinary husband had given his tentative blessing to my affair as long as certain conditions were met; conditions that with untold relief I had accepted.
So I had become a Hotwife, my husband had become a cuckold and a passionate few weeks had
ensued during which I had enjoyed the best sex in my fifty-plus years of life.
Soon, with Christmas on our doorstep and the kids due home any day, I would have to abandon our new lifestyle for a couple of weeks and make the transition back to being a Mum again. This meant wrapping presents, cooking, ironing and other domestic chores that jarred with my new highly sexualized existence but a period of normality would do us all good and in a way, I was looking forward to it.
Thursday evening had been my second Official Hotwife Date with Tony. Friday had been the pre- Christmas dinner we traditionally enjoyed with our friends so unusually, Pete and I we were having a Saturday night at home. Apart from the soreness in my vulva and a dull ache in my hips, things could almost have been normal.
As we hovered around the kitchen preparing dinner, Pete refilled my glass with red wine, sat me down at the table and perched opposite me with an expression on his face I couldn’t quite read. For a moment I wondered what was about to happen. Had it not been for all the previous conversations in which he had seemed very happy with our new lifestyle, I would have been worried by the look. But then he looked straight into my eyes and smiled.
“I’ve been thinking.”
“I thought you had. You look worried,” I replied. “Are you having second thoughts again?”
“God no!” he replied instantly. “Quite the opposite.”
“So what is ‘it’?” I asked with what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
Pete looked embarrassed.
“You know how I find it exciting to think about it and talk about it between dates?” he asked tentatively. “About you being fucked by another man?”
I noticed Pete never mentioned Tony by name these days but I didn’t say anything.
“I’ve only been fucked twice,” I laughed, amazed at how easily and freely we both now used the ‘f’ word. “Officially that is, but I know what you mean. I find it exciting too,” I told him truthfully. “It is exciting!”
He was obviously pleased.
“Well, I wondered if yo
u’d maybe consider some kind of sign that you’re doing it. Something to remind us both about it every day. Something to help keep the ‘buzz’ going between dates?”
I was taken aback; this was completely unexpected but at the same time, strangely exciting.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, puzzled.
“I’m not sure. I wondered about something like wearing something special. Or maybe a necklace. Or not wearing your wedding ring all the time.”
“It couldn’t be anything obvious,” I said. “We can’t risk anyone guessing what’s going on.”
“That’s right,” Pete replied thoughtfully. “I did wonder whether you might get a tattoo or even a piercing.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I protested, frowning though the idea sent a thrill through me.
“It was just a thought. But whatever it is, it’s got to be there all the time. It’s got to remind us both constantly of what you’re doing – what we’re doing,” he corrected himself.
“I’ll think about it,” I said, fully intending to do just that.
Pete refilled our glasses, replaced the bottle on the counter top then stood behind my chair. I felt his hands on my shoulders, massaging them gently.
“Are you still sore down there?” he asked as his fingers worked their magic on my muscles.
“Not too bad. I’m stiff and achy though,” I smiled. “What with Tony and then you, my body’s taken a bit of a pounding the last two days. If this is going to continue, I’d better get to the gym a lot more.”
“I still can’t believe it’s all real,” his voice was low and soothing as he continued his very pleasant manipulation of my stiff shoulders and neck.
“Neither can I,” I agreed. “I’m so pleased you’re relaxed about it all.”
“Well so far I am,” he told me honestly. “I’m not sure how far it will go but if we’re careful; if it really is just fucking...”
“Which it is,” I interjected.
“And we still really love each other...” he continued.
“Which we do,” I added.
“Which we do,” Pete repeated. “Then maybe we’re just found a whole new and exciting lifestyle for our old age.”
“Hey! Who are you calling old?” I demanded, elbowing him playfully in the groin.
Pete pretended to be hurt then dropped to his knees alongside my chair.
“I would still like to watch you,” he whispered. “Remember what we talked about? All our fantasies?”
“I don’t know, Pete,” I began to object. “It’s all so new and Tony’s an old friend and...”
“I don’t mean now, Penn,” Pete interrupted. “Maybe once things have settled in the New Year.”
“Maybe,” I replied, very unsure.
Pete was right though, I had to admit. Having my husband watch me being fucked had been a major part of our fantasies. He moved closer until his mouth was only inches from my ear.
“You want it too, Penn; I know you do.”
I wasn’t at all sure he was right. I was even less sure how Tony might react to the idea but I played along.
“What do I want, Pete? Tell me what I want!”
“You want me to see it all. You want me to watch as you cheat on me.”
“What do you want to see, Pete? What do you want to see me do?”
His hand began to slide up my thigh as he replied.
“I want to see it all! I want to watch you being seduced, Penn. I want to see you resist, then give in to him.”
His hand was between my legs now, his fingers touching the gusset of my knickers.
“I want to see you kissing, open mouthed as if you were teens. I want to see his hands on your body; on your breasts; on your bottom. I want to see him strip you; finger you. I want to see your juices all over his hands.”
Pete’s fingers were massaging my slit through my panties. I was lubricating like crazy as he carried on.
“I want to hear you beg him to fuck you! I want to see you spread you legs for him like a whore. I want to see your face when he sticks his cock into you; I want to see what your cunt looks like when it’s stretched around his thick shaft. Is his cock really thick Penny?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
His words were bringing back powerful, vivid memories of the last two months as Pete’s fingers expertly worked my cotton-covered slit. Oh my God! My husband was about to make me cum without even removing my panties.
“I want to watch you cum so hard that it hurts. I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you scream! I want to see you helpless with orgasms. I want to see you doing all the things with him that we’re never going to be able to do ourselves.”
“Ohhhh Peeeeeettte!”
My body shook with the tremor of a minor orgasm, then another, larger one. I clung onto his strong shoulders for support as there, on the kitchen chair and still fully clothed, my cuckold husband Pete gave his fifty-one-year-old unfaithful wife a real, panty-soaking climax.
Something had to be right if we could produce that level of passion after more than twenty years of marriage!
We hugged for a long time before my trembling stopped then Pete went back to his seat and something close to normality returned.
“So you’ll think about it?” he asked as if offering a choice of paint for the lounge.
“About wearing something?” I asked stupidly, my mind still buzzing.
“About letting me watch,” he said impatiently.
“I’ll think about it,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
“Great!” my husband grinned.
The tension over, we sipped our wine and talked about more prosaic things. After a while I casually mentioned that I hadn’t been able to find the new thong that I had worn for my date on Thursday or the black panties from my first date. Pete had done all the washing and ironing for the last couple of weeks and I asked if he had seen them.
“Um... do you need them?” Answering my question with another question boded ill.
“I’ve got others but they’re new and quite expensive,” I replied. “Have you seen them?”
“Um... I’ve got them,” he mumbled.
“You’ve got them?” I asked, surprised. “Why? Where?”
“In a box in my wardrobe,” he replied, ashamed. “Souvenirs.”
I must have looked horrified because a look of shame came over his face.
“Are you shocked? Disgusted?”
“N... no,” I lied.
I didn’t say so but I must confess I did feel a bit revolted at first, after all they must have smelled quite strongly by then. But after a very short time I began to feel strangely pleased, perhaps even a little aroused by the idea.
“If that’s what you want to do, I’m in no position to object, am I?” I added.
There was an awkward moment of silence during which my mind filled with questions. Was this normal for a husband? That was a ridiculous question; our entire new lifestyle wasn’t normal. Was it normal for a cuckold? I would have to find a way of asking my online cuckold friends
But all that would have to wait for another day because at that moment the front door opened and
our daughter arrived home for the festivities.
After a long welcome hug, I took myself upstairs for a much-needed change of knickers!
***
Two days later, the door to my office was closed, the telephones surprisingly silent as I sat alone at my desk typing guiltily into my laptop. As Head of Department it was traditional for me to work Christmas Eve to allow the more junior employees to have a longer break. With my children grown up, I didn’t mind this. In fact in previous years I had welcomed the relative peace and quiet the day brought.
This year of course there was so much more to think about. In addition to wondering what the New Year might hold for us, the relative quiet in the hospital gave me time to think about my husband’s latest idea. I had to confess I was really quite excited at the prospect of having some k
ind of sign or symbol I could display every day in public something that indicated my new status as a Hotwife, but which only Pete and I would recognize as such.
I wondered what he was doing about that - apart from hoarding my used knickers, of course. That idea still unnerved me a little; my younger brother had once stolen a few pairs of my used knickers when we were teens. Although I had made a big show of being disgusted when I had found out and had called him many horrible names, in fact the incident had secretly made me feel really sexy and exciting.
The thought that my husband was doing the same thing was having a similar effect now. I had fired off a few messages to my online cuckold friends but without reply. No doubt they were busy with their own busy festivities.
The phone suddenly rang, making me jump and for a few minutes I had to deal with a problem on the wards. Afterwards I returned to my desk and mentally checked over the presents I had bought in case I had forgotten something or someone. The family presents that year revolved mostly around clothes, with a trouser press for our son and boots for our daughter. Pete liked it when I chose him clothes so he would be getting things I thought he would look great in. He had really toned up since he learned of my affair with Tony and his shirts were getting a little tight around the shoulders and biceps.
In my own case, since my affair with Tony began, I had dropped a full dress size and, with my legs also getting more toned in the gym, had started wearing rather tighter-fitting jeans and shorter dresses and skirts than I used to.
This was an unexpected side effect of my new sex life but was very welcome indeed. I laughed when I thought of all the diets I had tried and abandoned over the years when all the time, all I had needed to do was open my mind and spread my legs!
I had bought Tony a pair of cufflinks. They were a designer brand and I knew he would love them; I had seen him admire a similarly themed pair I got for Pete's birthday. I had posted them through his door early that morning with a note so he could hide them before his kids arrived. I had a small package from him hidden in my wardrobe to open in private in the morning.