Hotwife: A Cuckolding Story

by Cindy Lee

  Hotwife

  A Cuckolding Story

  By

  Cindy Lee

  Copyright © 2018

  Introduction

  A was in a stranger's house—for one reason and one reason only: sex. Did I mention that I'm a married woman? I couldn't explain it, but ever since I heard about cuckolding, the fantasy had taken me over. I couldn't resist. My husband and I had toyed with the idea and imagined what it might look like. I even reached out to someone online, a bull, who might want to fuck me.

  It was all coming together so fast. Was this wrong? It felt so right. What was I doing in another guy's house? And why was my husband okay with this? To tell you the truth, he wasn't just okay with it. He was encouraging me. I guess I had no other option to take the plunge and just go with it. I was about to really become a hotwife.

  Hotewife: A Cuckolding Story

  It all started out innocently enough. I am a happily married woman. I wasn't going to cheat on my husband. I was just experimenting with all of this. There's nothing wrong with a fantasy, right? And yet, here I was, in a stranger's house, ostensibly for the purpose of casual sex. I was standing in his bathroom, getting ready, while he waited for me outside in the bedroom. Butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement. My teeth were chattering. My knees were shaking.

  Was I really this kind of woman? I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but admit—I was hot. I had gone to the salon to get my hair done. I was fully made up, hooker eye-shadow, bright red lipstick, mascara. And I had changed into my sexiest lingerie, just for Adam, my new boyfriend I had met on Tinder. And yet, I as a married woman. Was this all okay?

  The strangest thing was, though, that my husband Mike was okay with all of this.

  It seemed like the whole world was telling me to go ahead with my affair. I had even come this far myself. I had just started out with a few baby-steps. There was no harm in setting up a Tinder account. I had heard people talk about it on TV and I figured I should at least find out what it was. I wanted to be aware of the zeitgeist. And there was no harm injust setting up an account. I guess I was also looking for some positive reinforcement about my appearance. I'm not getting any younger. And it felt good to know that so many guys still found me attractive.

  Some people say that Tinder is a sex app masquerading as a way to meet friends. I think most of the men on the app, at least, are looking for sex. I didn't see any harm in chatting with some of the guys, at least at first. I mean, it wasn't like I was going to hop into bed with one of them.

  Of course, I was open with my husband about all of these developments. I didn't want him to think that I was surreptitiously seeking an affair when I was just messing around online at work when I was bored and had nothing to do. I told him I was just experimenting with the app because I was curious about what it was. I actually expected him to get a little angry. But instead, he was intrigued.

  Did he actually want me to cheat on him? What was going on?

  My husband, I discovered, has a cuckold fetish. It's not the same as getting cheated on because the husband knows about it. I guess I will never fully understand it myself because I'm not a guy. But a lot of married men get turned on by the idea of their wives having sex with other men. Kind of fucked up, right? I couldn't deny that there was something kinky about it. And after I learned that my husband had this fantasy too, it was something I couldn't stop thinking about.

  So, that's how I ended up finding myself here—in a stranger's bathroom, feeling silly in my sexy red lingerie, wondering if I would be okay for Adam, who was significantly younger than me. One reason I was so nervous was that I couldn't remember the last time I had done anything like this with Mike. Our sex life was, shall we say, in a rut? If we did have sex, which didn't happen very often, it was at the end of the day before we went to bed. It felt good, but it didn't make me feel particularly pretty or sexy. Sex was never the main event. And it was mostly about Mike getting off. It felt very different to have a man who I found extremely exotic and attractive invite me to his house specifically for the purpose of having sex.

  Mike had actually confessed to me that he had long held the fantasy of being cuckolded. He had watched scenes of cuckold pornography online and found it inexplicably sexy. We tried watching some cuckold porn together. The possibility that we might actually do this made it even hotter. All of this was still fantasy, at least so far. But we went with it. When we did have sex, I talked about what I would do with another man. I said I wanted a younger, stronger man to fuck me, someone with a much bigger cock. I also said that, if I liked my new boyfriend more, maybe I would stop having sex with Mike. So, he better enjoy his last few times getting to fuck me, because it would all be over soon. This made him even more passionate and rough with me.

  There was one guy I was chatting with online who especially piqued my interest. Sure, a lot of guys are going to want to fuck you right away, and I can understand that. Adam was willing to seduce me a little. I guess he realized that I was married and that I had a somewhat less than stellar sex life. He also checked off all the boxes of what I was looking for in another guy. He was young, tall, and attractive. He was confident talking about sex, too, and he wasn't shy about telling me all the things he could do to satisfy me. When I showed these conversations to my husband, they drove him wild.

  I wanted to make a good first impression with Adam when we actually met. I also wanted to be mentally prepared for what might happen if we went to the bedroom. Throughout all of this, I was completely open with him. I told him I was indeed married but maybe I would see him anyway. I wasn't going to fall in love with him or even openly date him, but I would, maybe, be happy to meet him for discreet sex. That was what I needed, after all. I already had a life with my husband. But I wanted to explore something different. I wanted to learn more things about sex. It didn't hurt that Adam was well hung, either. I couldn't deny that I was always curious about what it would be like to experience another man like that. Adam told me that he had never left a woman unsatisfied. In fact, he warned me, after getting a taste of his giant cock, I might be reluctant to go back to my husband.

  I don't know why, but Mike seemed to like the idea that I would be fucked by a guy with a bigger dick. Of course, I was excited, but also a little nervous. Would it hurt? Mike suggested that maybe I could practice first with a dildo that was approximately the size of Adam's dick. We had never really used sex toys before, but I thought, “Why not?” It was actually the first time I had ever been in an adult store. I felt nervous. Of course, I was afraid to go to this kind of store alone, so Mike came for emotional support. I know it must sound funny. I was with my husband shopping for a dildo that was supposed to match the size of my kind-a-sort-a-boyfriend. Adam said that he was eight and a half inches long and fat. He sent me a number of photos to prove this, as well. In the end, we bought a large black dildo that looked almost the same. We also got a bottle of lubricant and an pair of handcuffs. I would be using these with Adam, of course.

  One of the themes I encountered when I was researching the cuckold fetish is the idea of tease and denial. I was always a little puzzled that my husband actually wanted me to sleep with another man. It meant I'd be having less sex with him, after all. And, if everything went according to the normal script, my first encounter would open the flood gates of my sexuality and I would start sleeping around with lots of other guys, doing things that were more and more sexually uninhibited. The end point of every cuckold relationship is supposed to be that the hot-wife, as she is called, becomes a total slut with every guy she meets. I wasn't sure I would go that far myself, but I knew that I might be willing to experiment more and more. And, since I would be having more sex with differ
ent guys, maybe I wouldn't be interested in my husband much anymore. Why was he okay with this?

  The answer is that he saw it as a tease. If a guy cums quickly—and you know what I mean when this happens—the sex could be over in a matter of minutes. But if you keep teasing a guy for a long time, it can be more pleasurable for everyone. Denying your husband sex, and teasing him about it, can make the fun last longer. I guess that for him, it was also a form of sacrifice. He was willing to forego sex with me for a while if it meant more pleasure for me in the end. Adam was just another kind of sex toy I would be using. In the same way that we bought a giant dildo that I would play with—instead of my husband's penis—Mike also wanted me to find a guy who could perhaps pleasure me in new ways. He didn't see this as a threat to our marriage. It was all just kinky fun.

  I realized this the first time he used the dildo on me. I did need lube and I was glad we had bought some. It was indeed bigger than anything I had had inside me before. And I had to admit, it felt good! Perhaps even better than Mike's penis?

  I joked with him that maybe in the future after I got accustomed to monster cocks I would no longer be attracted to him with his average sized penis. And even if I decided to throw him a pity fuck every once in a while, he wouldn't get any pleasure out of it because I would be so stretched. This only made him thrust the dildo into me harder and faster. I had to admit, the idea of cheating had awakened our sex life. For most of our marriage we had never had this much fun. And it was all because I was planning on sleeping with another guy.

  Of course, I decided to meet Adam in real life before we actually had our first hook-up. Websites and dating apps always recommend that you meet someone in a public place first before showing up at their house or at a motel or something. I guess we both wanted to make sure we were who we said we were, too. I was not disappointed though. In fact, Adam was even more attractive in real life than he was from his photos. He was warm and charming. He had noticeable muscles poking out from a tight dress shirt, and a chiseled, yet boyish face. You could tell he was excited about meeting me since we had been so open during out chats online. He knew that, as long as he made a good impression, our next date would end with him penetrating me. For my part, I felt relaxed because I hadn't technically promised him anything yet. I was just chatting with someone I had met on the internet for coffee. No pressure.

  He made me feel totally relaxed and at home. I didn't feel like I was on a date with a stranger, but that I was continuing to talk to someone I had known for a while. The truth was, we had been chatting online for a few weeks while he seduced me. And, since we were in public, our conversation was totally platonic. We agreed early on that if I was going to let him fuck me, I would want to be completely discrete. So it was just a friendly meeting. Maybe I talked about myself a little too much, vented about my work, and ranted a little. But he was a perfectly good listener. Perhaps he spent most of the time undressing me with his eyes?

  After our meeting, Mike was eager to know how it went. Would I still be meeting him? He was glad to hear that, yes, everything had gone well and that weekend, Adam had invited me to his house to have sex. Mike was even more excited than I was. He suggested we go shopping for some new clothes, or, specifically, lingerie, for me to wear. This is also part of the cuckolding script. Normally you would expect a husband to block other guys' cocks from his wife's pussy. But Mike was trying to make it as easy and enticing as possible for Adam to stick it in me.

  And now, as I stood in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, I realized how silly I was being. Was I nervous? Who wouldn't be. But, we only learn new things when we exit our comfort zones. That's what the definition of learning is, after all, going to new places, experiencing new things, getting new perspectives on life. Of course, Adam was waiting for me in bed. My husband was waiting outside in the car, hoping to get a juicy story about what had happened afterwards. A big part of me also wanted to do this. Why was I hesitating? I guess it was the old me holding myself back. But I made the decision, right then and there, to stop worrying.

  I opened the door and stepped out with confidence. Adam, who was sitting on the bed in just his boxers, started to smile from ear to ear. In no time, his arms were around me and we were making out. He gently guided me onto the bed and help me in his arms like a baby. I close my eyes and lost myself in his embrace. He was boyish and handsome, yes, but he was also a big strong man.

  Usually when I did it with Mike, he was quick to get inside me. My clothes couldn't get off fast enough. But Adam was taking his time to tease me. He told me how beautiful I looked and he said he was lucky to have me for the night. And he promised to do everything he could to make it a memorable experience for the both of us. I melted in his arms. I just wanted him to take me, completely and wildly.

  As you can probably expect, I felt very submissive. I felt shy and weak and overwhelmed. I wanted to bend over for him. I wanted to make him feel like a big man so that I would be even smaller and weaker in his presence. I unhooked my bra and showed him my tits. I also took out the handcuffs and told him to cuff my hands behind my back. My breasts were all his, and whenever he felt like it, my pussy was his, too. I was helpless to fight back. He tweaked and squeezed my breasts, and I instinctively squirmed, but I couldn't resist. He kissed me more, and my nipples got erect. I wrapped my legs around him, even though I couldn't hug hug him with my arms. I felt myself starting to thrust, trying to rub my pussy against his hard dick. I was ready. He could see it in my eyes, that I was like an animal in heat. I needed to be fucked.

  I tried to lie down on my back and spread my legs for him. I told him to help me get out of my panties, since my hands were still cuffed behind my back. It was kind of awkward—I was struggling to lie flat on my back and spread my legs for him, but I couldn't because my arms were in the way. He started to laugh at me and I started to laugh, too. Exasperated, I looked up at him for help. I picked me up, turned me around, and lowered my shoulders down into the bed. I wasn't exactly in the doggy style position—it was more like head down, ass up. He slapped my ass, and I felt him slide my panties down. He rubbed his dickhead against my moist pussy. My lips tingled for him.

  His head slipped into my pussy and I felt a growing pressure. It was so fat. Inch by inch, he slid inside me, deeper and deeper. I had never felt so full. I couldn't believe how big he was inside me. That's when he started thrusting.

  It was all pretty silly, actually. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was supposed to do, so I just let Adam take the lead. I stopped feeling bad about everything. It must have been at least ten minutes into our love-making that it really hit me: I had finally done it. I had another man inside me. And I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed at all. It just felt safe and natural. He was making me cum. Of course it hurt a little bit, but it was a good kind of pain. I should mention that Mike almost never took me from behind like this, he never handcuffed, and he was never this rough. Adam was really getting into it, spanking me as he thrust into me, calling me a dirty slut and a cock-whore. I just giggled and moaned in bliss.

  Adam asked:

  Did my husband ever fuck me like this? No, I had to tell him.

  Was he so much better? Yes.

  Was his huge dick stretching my tight little pussy. Oh. My. God. Yes.

  Of course, we changed positions, more than once. I don't remember how long we fucked for, but it felt like hours. Eventually Adam uncuffed me so that I could get on my back and he could lift my legs on to his shoulders. At this point I was glad I had practiced with an oversized dildo. In that position, be could get balls deep. It was simply something I had never experienced before. Even when he was using the dildo, my husband was gentle. But Adam was pressing down against me with the full force and weight of his body. He was really making me his bitch. Nothing was off limits.

  You might be wondering, if you actually tell a guy that he can do anything he wants, what will he do? It kind of scared me, but I was also genuinely curious. A lot of guys
ask the eternal question, “What do women want?” I think the answer is simple. We want to be taken care of, physically and emotionally. I had already had just about enough orgasms that I thought I was going to pass out. I had been taken care of and taken care of very well. So, what do guys really want?

  Should I give you a moment to guess?

  Adam wanted to mark his territory. It makes sense. Men are always interested in conquering lands, building towers, or collecting power. Adam wanted to do something primal and a little gross—two qualities which I think are necessary for any kind of satisfying sex. He had me get on my knees. Believe it or not, I found this position the most humiliating of all. I had never really been in my knees since I was a little girl and I use to say my prayers before I went to bed. But Adam was just that powerful compared to me. He was like a god. And he was going to defile my face. He was going to make me his work of art. All I could do was smile and giggle as he painted my face with his sperm. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Warm streams dropped on my lips and cheeks, dribbling down my chin. I stuck his dick in my mouth to suck out the last delicious drops. He rubbed his cock all over my face. I never felt more feminine, more sexy, more at ease with a man.

  I realized that I needed to be taken like this. I couldn't just live with my boring husband. I needed sex that was wild, sex that was electric—sex that was wrong. It just felt so right.

  A lot of people who come across the cuckolding fetish will probably think it's a little out there. And it is. I don't think it's for everyone. If you're already having amazing sex with your husband, there's probably no need for a bull.

  But if something's missing from your relationship, you both probably know it.

  You need to let cuckolding arise in your relationship organically if you really want it to work. If a husband just suddenly says one day that he wants to watch you get plowed by a younger, stronger guy, it probably doesn't sound all that realistic. I think that my cuckold relationship works for two reasons. First, it was my idea in the first place rather than my husband's. I never felt like he was forcing me to do something I didn't want to. Secondly, my husband admitted to me that it was always kind of a fantasy of his, but he had never had the balls to admit this to me.