Part 7: Hotwifing, for real
It was a very good cappuccino
Saturday morning at the gym, Blair’s eyes were all over me. I love that years into a relationship and the sight of me can still drive him wild, and I find it delightful that my work out clothes turn him on more than any lingerie.
On the way home from the gym we stopped for coffee. It was lovely to sit outside with my boyfriend, people watching and sipping a well made cappuccino.
“Do you notice all the guys sneaking peaks at you when you’re working out?” Blair asked.
“Only you. I think everyone else is there to workout.”
“Um, trust me, you were quite popular this morning. I made eye contact with several guys who were practically meditating on your ass, and one guy even gave me a thumbs up.”
“Really? Ha. Well, I’m glad they’re appreciating it. I work hard for this ass, you know.” I replied, laughing.
“Let’s get an exercise bike at home so I can jerk off while you ride it, maybe I can even fuck you while you’re riding.” he said softly, leaning in towards me.
“Wow, you’re feeling randy this morning.”
“Well, our adventures lately have my sex drive turned up to 11, and as you know, it was pretty strong to begin with.”
“Yes, yes this I know.” I ran my hand over his bicep and thought about how crazy the last month had been. He’d shared me with Ed, and then sent me to a sex party with a ‘hall pass’ where Ed fucked me on his own as we watched a full on orgy taking place in the next room. And of course Cassandra, the manic pixie dream girl who introduced us to a fetish we’d never even thought of when she sprayed milk from her tits while fucking Blair in front of me. I could scarcely believe this was my life, and yet here I sat feeling happier and more secure than ever in our relationship. What would be next?
“So what does Cheryl think of us following her and Joel into this hotwife lifestyle?” he asked, emphasizing the word hotwife.
“Well, we haven’t, I mean, not really.” I answered, and then took a sip of my cap.
“How’s that?”
“We’ve had a couple of threesomes, and maybe me fucking Ed counts, but we’d already met him and you and he shared me, so it’s a bit different than what she’s doing.” I got turned on saying ‘shared me’ and I wondered if he could tell. That sensation of having Blair’s cock in mouth while being fucked from behind by Ed got me wet anytime I stopped to think about it, and often would send me to find a private spot where I could get my hands down my panties, including several times at work.
“Well what would it take for you to earn your hotwife badge?” Blair asked, snapping me out of my delicious daydream.
“My hotwife badge?” I laughed, imagining sewing that one on my Girl Scout’s sash. “I think the idea is that I go find someone to fuck and then come to you after. I don’t think Joel even watches, but he definitely doesn’t join in. But, I’m not too worried about earning that badge.” I said, smiling. And then I whispered. “I would love to be fucked by you and Ed again.”
“Well, I definitely think that has to happen, but tell me more about this hotwife deal. Would you go seduce a stranger, like at a bar?”
“Could be. Or I could make arrangements through an app like Tinder. Cheryl’s done both. Her Tinder ad is so direct. Tells them where to meet, to be prepared to fuck, and not to talk.”
“Really? No talking.”
“Yep. I wouldn’t include this direction. I love to be talked dirty to.” I didn’t whisper this, and the two men seated at a nearby table looked in my direction causing me to blush. “I like to be called a slut.” I said, still not whispering, and when I looked right at them, they both looked away, and then laughed to themselves. My pussy was getting warm. I did like talking, and I was enjoying this conversation very much.
“That’s an intriguing idea.”
“Which? Using Tinder, or seducing a stranger?” I asked.
Blair looked thoughtful, and then said, “I like the idea of you getting all dolled up, maybe a bit over the top even…”
“A bit slutty?” I interjected, and got another look from the men at the table. I smiled back at them.
“Yes, dress slutty and go seduce some man and fuck his brains out, and then come to me and give me my turn. I can see the appeal.”
“Really?” I asked, smiling. “Would you want to watch, like we’d originally planned with Ed?”
“No. No, I don’t think so. Maybe I could watch the seduction, and then I’d wait for you.”
I was fully blushing now. We sat silently drinking coffee, watching people walk by, letting our minds wander. The men at the next table stood and said goodbye to each other, and when one of them walked away down the sidewalk the other turned and looked at me. When I smiled at him, he approached our table. He was a good looking man, probably in his late 40s. He had the kind of short hair and well groomed salt and pepper beard that suggested he saw his barber frequently. His nails looked manicured, and his short sleeve dress shirt perfectly tailored.
“Hi. I wasn’t meaning to eavesdrop...”
“We weren’t exactly whispering.” I interrupted in a flirty voice.
“No, you weren’t were you?” He handed me a business card. “Call me if you’d like to get a drink sometime.”
This stranger blatantly hitting on me as I sat with my boyfriend had my heart pounding. Blair leaned back, his body language encouraged me to continue. “I don’t think a drink is what you’re really proposing. Are you hoping you can fuck me?” I managed to sound confident. My cheeks burned, and I was sure he could see that I was equal parts embarrassed, nervous, and turned on.
“Yes.” he answered. “That is what I’d like.”
“What is? What would you like? Say it.” I surprised myself. Who was this woman? This was a side of myself I’d never let out before.
He took a breath, leaned toward me, and said “I would very much love to fuck you. Please, consider my cock at your disposal.”
“It looks like a nice cock.” I said, looking at the very apparent bulge in his pants.
“I’m proud of it. It’s big and I know how to use it. It’s all yours, any time you want it.” he said.
“Thank you.” I ran my eyes over him. He was in good shape, bigger than Blair, built more like a weight lifter than a runner. I tucked his card into my purse and took another sip of my coffee.
“Have a great day.” he said, nodding at both of us in turn before adjusting himself, and walking off down the sidewalk.
Blair leaned forward, putting his hand on the back of my neck and whispering into my ear. “That was the hottest thing ever. Please may I take you home and fuck you immediately?”
“I insist.” I answered. My pussy was wet already. Talking that way to a stranger in front of my boyfriend was a hell of a turn on. We rushed home, and I pulled my pants down over my ass, and lifted my shirt enough to have my tits out as I knelt on the couch, and bent over the back of it, ready for Blair to fuck me from behind. He practically leapt out of his pants, and positioned the head of his cock against me. He gripped my hips and he pushed into me. I was so hot and wet, his cock felt amazing as it filled me up. He put his hands over my tits, as he fucked me fast and hard. His left hand ran over the front of my body to my pussy, and he fingered my clit expertly. He was well trained and experienced in making me cum, and he held out cumming himself until I was buckling over demanding it. “Cum in me, Cum in me now!”
“Are you a slut?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I am a slut. I am your slut.” I thought I was talking dirty for him, but saying these words out loud was so hot. “Fuck me! Fuck your slut!” Wave after wave of orgasm began rocking my whole body. “Cum in your slut!” I cried, and his hot cum shot into me at last. I almost sounded like I was sobbing, no longer capable of making words, just “Oh… Oh… OH!!!” He pushed all the way in me and held still, his cock buried deep in my pussy as I continued cumming.
We both collapsed, sweaty and spent on to the couch. After a while he got up and went to the kitchen to get a couple glasses of water. He handed me one and said, “Let’s do it. Let’s take the week to plan it out, and next week, you go find a man, seduce them, let them fuck you, and then come let me fuck you.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait to get my badge.” I said.
“I love you.” he said, looking into my eyes.
“You love your slut?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, very much. I love you, my hot, sexy, slutty girlfriend.”
“I love you too, and I love being a slut for you.”
It was going to be a long week.
Wow, you guys are getting more and more dating each story. I love it. But I particularly love your little video. You are a truly gorgeous woman. Thank you for sharing.
Red hot, baby with a cute film at the end though would have been nice to glimpse your pussy. You temptress you.