Part 2: Ally Kross

And just like that, I have a favorite porn actress

Apr 29, 2025

Dictionary.com
Hotwife: A hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband, who himself doesn't have affairs. Hotwifing is the wife-sharing arrangement or act of carrying out such affairs

I read the definition, and several articles, and I stumbled across several blogs that read more like erotic fiction, which wasn’t unwlecome. My bestfriend Cheryl had just shared that her having sex with other men was a big turn on for her husband and had become, can it be called a hobby? A lifestyle? Whatever you call it, I was amazed, and intrigued, and while I admit to also being turned on it was more by the idea of it than by any thought of engaging in “hotwifing” myself. I didn’t think that I’d be interested, or even that I’d have the nerve to bring it up much less go through with it, and I was quite certain that my long time boyfriend Blair would not have any interest in me sleeping with other men, for his satisfaction or mine, but as fantasy fair, well it was a very distracted train ride home.

Blair and I had a good thing going. We usually had sex twice a week. Cheryl sometimes teased me about having what she viewed as a “rigidly scheduled” love life, but were both busy professionals who happened to have a block of time on Wednesday evenings, and we kept most of Sunday for each other. By setting aside this time we ended up having sex more often than most of my friends reported, even if we weren’t quite keeping up with my bestie, the hotwife. I laughed to myself calling her this. I loved having this wild woman in my life.

My stop was announced. The ride had flown by with my eyes glued to my phone and my delightful reading material. I walked the three blocks to our apartment talking myself out of bursting through the door with news of Cheryl’s new adventures. It was Wednesday night, our night, and I would focus my attention on him, on us.

Blair was just finishing plating up Thai food for us as I walked through the front door of our tiny buy nice one bedroom in Queens. He’d stopped by our favorite spot for take-out on his way home. I gave him a quick kiss, and he pulled me in for another, longer kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on you all day.” he said, as he let me go, and poured us two glasses of wine. “How’s Cheryl.”

“She’s a hotwife!” I blurted. So much for the self control I’d planned on. I blushed, feeling a bit ridiculous.

“Really? Cheryl and Joel!? I would not have guessed that.” he responded.

“Oh, so you know what a hotwife is?” Once again, I seemed to be behind everyone else.

“Well, you do know I occasionally enjoy looking at porn.”

“Yes, every morning when you get up, before my alarm goes off.”

“Could you maybe pretend that you don’t know my masturbation schedule? I enjoy the illusion of having some privacy.”

“I hear you moan when you cum. It’s my favorite thing about waking up.” Now it was his turn to blush. “You’re watching hotwife porn?”

“Well, my favorite, um, actress, is a hotwife or at least pretends to be, on her channel.”

Joel had from very early in our relationship been upfront about enjoying porn and would occasionally share with me if he came across (tee hee, omg) something he thought I’d enjoy, though it had been awhile since he’d texted me a link. Porn wasn’t generally my thing, I tended to prefer literary erotica when I was looking for a turn on but it was nice to have someone to sort curate for me.

“And what makes her your favorite?” I asked, as we each took our plate of food and glass of wine to the couch.

“Well, she’s our age for one, which I like. She’s never billed as anyone’s stepmom, stepsister, or stepdaughter which avoids a huge porn turn off pitfall. And she’s, I don’t know, enthusiastic. She smiles, a lot, and everything seems very consensual, like she is happy and having fun. Her story is that her and her husband taped their first experiments with hotwifing just for their own viewing pleasure, and then they shared the video publicly for a thrill. When their video was incredibly popular, they discovered a new career slash adventure.”

“Yay for happy fucking. Can I see?” I asked.

“Um, yeah, okay, sure.” he answered, pulling out his phone. He threw the video to our TV. “I don’t usually get to watch porn on the big screen, or even with the audio up.” he laughed, and took a sip of his wine.

Ally Kross was a petite woman, with shoulder length straight hair, small but perky breasts, and a lovely round ass, which is to say she looked an awful lot like me, right down to the glasses which were exactly the same as a pair I frequently wore. This was flattering. We forgot about our Thai food after just a few bites as we watched Ms. Kross answer the door for a handsome man in a tight fitting t-shirt. After a flirty hello, and a quick kiss she led him into the nice hotel room where the filming was taking place. She stepped out of a flattering but work appropriate shirt dress revealing lingerie and thigh high stockings. She smiled, as Blair had promised, and she did genuinely seem to be having fun. “I would totally wear that.” I observed, and grabbed a quick bite of Panang Curry. The lingerie in porn was usually ridiculous, and I was glad to see Ally had good taste. It made the scenario more believable.

She gave a flirty look toward the camera, which Blair explained was being handled by her husband, as she got down on her knees and pulled her guests already hard cock out through his fly. I put my hand on my man’s thigh, and pulled my legs up under me as we watched her expertly teasing the hard cock she was gripping with flicks of her tongue, then circling the head, and finally taking it between her lips. He moaned, and her husband said, “Nice” from off screen.

I’d once complained to Blair that porn spent too much time on blowjobs. “Too many blowjobs was something only a woman would say”, he joked. I enjoyed watching Ally Cross suck cock. She had style, and technique, but there was also something very enticing about the idea that we were seeing this from her husband’s perspective, as she continually made eye contact with the camera and smiled that sweet, full smile of hers. My hand found its say up Blair’s thigh, and over his cock which I was not surprised to discover had grown hard. I took a sip of wine to rinse the food from my mouth, and then unzipped my lover’s pants, and I began to imitate the action on the screen. I knew he would love this. “She likes hands on her head.” Ally’s unnamed husband advised the man whose cock his wife was sucking, and my own man followed this direction, putting one hand on the back of my head and gently pushing his cock forward deeper into my mouth.

Something I’d always appreciated about Blair, he could hold off on cumming most of the time, in fact it was a fun challenge to get him to go off before he’d decided to. I saw the video we were watching was 12 minutes long, with 8 to go and I made up my mind that I’d continue to do with Blair whatever Ally did with her special guest. This meant I stopped sucking his cock, and slipped out of my clothes. He had no complaints that I wasn’t wearing the kind of lingerie my new favorite porn actress was wearing. I hurried behind the couch to catch up with the onscreen action, and then bent over, my hands sliding outward against the back of the couch. Blair slid my panties down, and pressed his tongue against my pussy, pushing to part my puffy lips, and then sliding firmly, slowly over my clit and back again. I laughed as Ally and I moaned at the same moment. Her lover and mine stood and placing their hands on the small of our backs, bending us further over, slid their cocks inside of us. Blair fucked me slowly, looking back and forth between me and the screen. Ally again, smiled at the camera, and then suddenly I wasn’t able to imitate the onscreen action as her husband’s cock came into view and she took it greedily into her mouth. She moaned, bent over the couch sucking his cock as she was being fucked from behind. Blair slid a finger into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it. I was caught completely off guard by how hot this was, and I sucked hard at his finger as he pounded his cock into me from behind, I started to cum hard. I did my best to focus on sucking his finger as Ally expertly sucked her husband’s cock. Both of us stumbled a bit at the pleasure of having a cock driven into us rhythmically.

“Do you want me to cum?” Blair asked.

“No.” I snapped back. I was determined to keep treating him to the same pleasures on the screen. We had a little over 1 minute to go. Ally’s husband retreated back off screen and she got on her knees and took her original lover’s cock back into her mouth, now using her mouth and her hand with purpose. He moaned and came, and taking the cue, Blair did the same a I pulled him from my mouth and jerked him with my fist taking his cum in my hair, and on my face, and finally taking him back in my mouth and swallowing the last of it. He’d cum on just about every part of me before, but never my face. Neither of us found it particularly appealing, but it felt wonderfully filthy doing it as the porn couple on the screen did it, and we both laughed after, and once again were surprised at the synchronicity with the scene on our TV as they also laughed. I used my finger to wipe a bit of cum from just next to my lips, into my mouth and smiled at my exhausted and spent boyfriend.

I went to wash my face, as Ally’s husband slid inside her, now taking his turn as the clip ended. This was a free sample. We’d have to pay to see the whole video.

“Well, that was a fun Wednesday.” Blair commented as I returned. He was devouring his food having worked up an appetite. I didn’t mind the taste of his cum, but I was eager to follow it with a mouthful of wine.

“So… that isn’t quite…. well, that’s not what Cheryl and Joel are doing.” I said. as I pulled my panties on and sat next to him on the couch.

“No?” he asked between bites.

“No, no. He isn’t there with her. She is seducing men, and then they get together after. I mean this was more of a threesome.”

Blair shrugged, none too concerned with the exact titles of whatever kink we’d just watched together. “Sometimes it’s just her and another guy, but either way the other guy is always kind of prioritized. Their guest star is fucking her the whole time, her husband just maybe pops in for a bit here and there. Oh, in one of my favorite scenes him and a friend are playing video games and she comes in and starts teasing and then fucking his friend next to him on the couch.” he laughed. He has always been looser and unconcerned about oversharing after he’s cum.

I also laughed at this scenario, feeling almost high from the great sex. Talking to Cheryl, and the reading that followed had served as long drawn out foreplay. The sex itself had been fast but we were both so ridiculously turned on. It was a good Wednesday. I finished my dinner, and we curled up in bed and fell fast asleep.

The next morning Blair’s alarm went off, 15 minutes before my much louder alarm. I admired his body as he stepped out of bed quietly so as not to wake me. He took his phone and pulled his robe from the closet.

“You off to see Ally.” I asked, sleepily.

“Are you jealous?” he replied.

“Let me watch.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

I followed him to the bathroom, still just wearing panties. I leaned against the bathroom counter and watched him piss, and then he took a small tube of lube out of his bathroom drawer, and he pulled up the same video we’d watched together the night before. I wanted to tell him he could leave the volume up, but I also wanted to be a fly on the wall watching him do what was normally a solo ritual. His cock got hard quickly, and he stroked it, watching the video and occasionally sneaking peaks at me watching him. I bit my lip, flirtaciously, and as his strokes got faster, I slid one hand into my panties, and pushed a finger between my lips, feeling my wetness. I loved watching him pleasure himself. I gave a soft moan as he started to cum. His cum hit the wall, and then the floor. I took my hand back out of my panties, and turned to go. “Lovely. Thank you, dear. You’ll clean that up right?” I asked playfully.

“My aim is usually better. Thank you, love.” he answered.

I thought about him on the train to my office. My pussy was still feeling pleasantly warm and wet from the morning tease. I looked up and noticed a handsome man in a well tailored suit looking at me. He smiled and said “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” I said back, trying to sound friendly but not flirty. I pulled a book from my bag to signify that I wasn’t looking for more conversation. My eyes ran over the page mechanically, but I wasn’t taking in the words. My brain was thinking about my man’s porn preference. He liked Ally Kross’ smile. He liked that she was our age. But surely he also enjoyed that she was fucking two men. That seemed like a pretty major part of her brand. How did he find her? Did he search “hotwife”? Did he search “MMF” or any of the other tags I saw when her video ended? I knew that one could enjoy things in porn without necessarily wanting to try them in reality, of course. That was one of the nice things about porn, or erotica; I’d certainly read about, and been turned on by many things I had no interest in trying. But I also knew, that watching porn had in the past helped us express thing we were interested in. Did Blair want to share me with another man? I noticed the handsome man exiting the train. Our eyes met again for just a quick second. I looked back at my book.

Did I want to be shared? Surprisingly it hadn’t occurred to me sooner to wonder if I was into this. Having his finger in my mouth while he was fucking me was pretty damn hot. I almost never cum when he’s behind me, I’m an on top bearing down kind of gal, but I’d cum harder than I had in years. I wanted to watch more of Ally’s videos. Ally? Was I on a first name basis with my favorite porn actress? Did I have a favorite porn actress?

These thoughts kept me distracted all day, and I hoped Blair wouldn’t be too busy for some serious pillow talk when I got home. And maybe another movie night?

Good news, you can keep reading, chapter three is up: