Re: My Wife's Hotwife History - Will eventually be everything
Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 9:30 am
ABOUT THAT "CUCKOLD/HOTWIFE" CLUB: I've had PMs and comments about this and concluded it should be included here. I didn’t actually intend to include every one of my wife’s stories here, and this is one I thought I wouldn’t post. But it seems I may be mentioning this club from time to time. These two successive events were posted elsewhere a few months back.
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OUR FIRST MEETING with that group:
My 31-year-old wife and I finally attended the cuckolds/hotwives club I had written about here. I thought we had “seen it all,” but my wife would later say it doesn’t get any better than that. My wife is smoking hot, and she and I were later invited to join permanently if we wished; I left that decision up to my wife. Although they typically meet monthly on Fridays, this time the gathering was the pre-July 4th holiday at 6:30 p.m., Tuesday night. This was our first time in any group like this. My wife’s boyfriend who’s also our auto mechanic had found the group online as mentioned elsewhere here and made the arrangements for us through email and a return phone call.
I drove separately from my wife and her boyfriend because I had an early special work meeting with company partners on the next day’s holiday and would need to leave early. I didn’t feel comfortable arriving before them, so I left home 15 minutes after they drove away. As it happened, my wife didn’t get home until 11:30 Wednesday morning, a half hour before I got back from the office.
The hosts’ residence is in a sparsely populated area, with a stone exterior typical of many in our region. It’s a sizeable home, with five bedrooms and six baths and in an unincorporated area just outside the city’s edge. Six couples, not including the three of us, showed up. Two couples brought a total of three single guys, all of whom were known to the hosts. As we entered, one of the women handed my wife and her date slips of paper with hand-written numbers on each and was told to hold onto it until their regular meeting adjourned.
My wife, her date and I were introduced as the newbies. The host wife nodded toward me and said with a grin, “And he’s the family cuckold.” All laughed, but in good humor since all the men other than the single guests were, in one way or another, like me.
Two of the three single men stood out among us guys. One could have been a sports gear model, unusually good looking, about my wife’s height of 5’11” with blond hair and blue eyes. The most noticeable was a long-legged black man at least 6’4”, a ripped body and arms like tree logs. The third bull was a shorter guy around 5’8” and the most entertaining, with a gift for telling hilarious jokes.
The three unattached guys were friends of two couples. The hosts own four convenience stores and gas stations around our area. The men dressed in jeans, khakis and surfer shorts topped with pullovers or sport shirts. Four women were conservative-casual in button-tops and capris or shorts and one in a short skirt that accentuated her legs. I’d picked out my wife’s outfit, a recently purchased crotchless, net body suit beneath her light green aloha blouse and thigh-length white skirt. She wore sandals rather than the 4” heels I’d suggested. She prefers flats because she doesn’t like towering over others. I’m an inch shorter than her but don’t mind that heels make her considerably taller. She says being too much taller than some guys makes them uncomfortable.
I considered the members to be a decent looking group and estimated five couples to be in their 30s to 40s. Two unattached guys were in the mid-twenties and early 40s. The black man was probably mid-thirties. The husband of the youngest couple in their late twenties was shy and didn’t talk much but is likeable. His wife is bubbly, outgoing and went out of her way to talk to everyone. The women, including my wife, were most interested in talking with the three unattached men. The black man and the shorter guy were regular fuckbuddies of the oldest couple and had attended here before.
The first hour and a half reminded me of a therapy group. Most sat on a couch or chairs,. The black man and one of the wive sat lotus-like with legs crossed on the floor as he massaged her shoulders. She said to him, “You’re a great massager.” The other wife said, “The correct word is ‘masseur,’ and I’m next.” They laughed and swapped places. He began working on the other wife.
The hosts asked for a vote concerning a swinger couple who emailed pics to their website and wished to join. Two couples rejected the idea and stressed out how careful they’ve been so far in member selections; they contended swingers’ way of thinking isn’t compatible. Being new, we had no vote but the others were unanimous in rejecting any changes. The hosts will explain to the applicants why swinging lifestyles wouldn’t work in a cuckolds’ discussion and problem-sharing group. Even as a newbie, I understood their position. The only other significant issue posed was a wife who asked what others thought about having one of their bulls move in with them but decided they wouldn’t after hearing other members’ views on potential problems with that arrangement.
A member asked my wife and I how we got into the lifestyle. She did most of the talking without holding anything back. I felt less comfortable sharing all that, but most members agreed that our journey was comparable in many ways to theirs. Another asked my wife how many men she had sex with over her three and half years as a hotwife. She wasn’t sure but offered an estimate of a few more than my estimate. Others shared stories, some asking questions and working through various opinions.
The wife I guessed at about 40 whispered short conversations with my wife who said, “Your African-American friend is very imposing.” The woman giggled and said, “He doesn’t use that distinction, he prefers it shortened to ‘American.’ We share our guys in this group if you’re interested later.” She pointed to the youngest husband and said, “He and his wife are in an open marriage, so he’s available too.”
At seven-thirty, the host-wife clapped her hands and said, “Meeting adjourned. Let’s party!” She stood and said, “Who has the paper slip with the number ‘one’?” A wife and the single blond guy raised their hands. She grinned and said, “Then you two are together.” She turned to my wife and said the women can swap partners later. My wife’s boyfriend was paired by matching numbers with the youngest wife. The host went through all the numbers until the last, held by my wife and the black guest. He took her hand and led her down the hallway.
The husbands, with the exception of the younger guy whose wife allowed him to have sex with other women, remained in the living room to talk. One said he was cuckolded more than a year before their marriage; his honeymoon included his two best men who fucked his wife before his cock entered her pussy. When his turn came, the others looked on.
I asked whether any guys watched their wives with other men. They do when allowed, but there are no restrictions against watching anyone at these meetings. The guy to my right turned to me and said, “But we wait here a few minutes until our wives get comfortable. I’ll go with you in a few minutes to watch your wife. Her black partner is amazing.” I asked what he meant, and he said, “You’ll see. I doubt you’ve ever seen any performance like his.” I assumed he exaggerated but I didn’t respond.
I don’t follow sports, so I was less talkative than some. Ten minutes later, my newest friend to my right, the 40ish guy, looked at his watch and said to me, “That’s enough time, Let’s go watch.” I followed him to the first-floor bedrooms. All doors were open. We didn’t find my wife, so we walked upstairs. Moans and sighs emanated from the rooms. A threesome with two women pleasuring the other shared a bed in the first upstairs room; the guy screwed the wife atop the other from the rear as she performed oral sex on the woman beneath her.
My wife and her black partner were in the second we peered into. He withdrew his mouth from her groin as she was moaning from his oral manipulations. He crawled between her legs. We stood a few feet away from the bedside to watch. His muscled body was that of an practiced athlete.
He grasped his dick, and my wife stared down at his panther-like cock. Wide-eyed, she gasped, “Oh my god, I thought big dicks on black men was a myth!” He grinned and said, “It is. I’m fortunate.” I thought her reaction was fear, but she said, her mouth gaping in awe, “I want it all.” I’ve seen only a few dicks near that size over my lifetime. He and my wife seemed not to notice their audience. I began to suspect that perhaps my viewing partner was right when he said I’d probably never seen anyone like him.
My wife’s legs were splayed. She screamed and her heels dug into the mattress as he fed his python into her pussy. She shuddered in orgasm before his first thrust and whimpered, “Oh! Oh!” repeatedly. He lunged slowly into her at first, his tempo gradually increasing. Her heels beat against the sheets. Her head lashed side to side amid screams of pleasure. She cried out, “Oh my god! You’re hitting my cervix!” I unzipped my chinos and withdrew my rigid cock that was then straining for release against the material. The guy alongside me stripped down to jerk off.
His monster pounded my wife’s pussy like a battering ram. Her upper body rose, fell and rolled with each thrust into her cunt. Nothing that size had ever occupied her married pussy. Her hips rotated rhythmically. My knees went weak. I leaned back against the dresser behind me for support. In the dim light, his buttocks seemed a blur as his dark flesh slapped against her groin.
Staring into his eyes, she screamed, “Oh god, I’m cumming!” Her partner grinned, his teeth glistening in the irradiation from the night light alongside the bed. He said, “You’re so white and tight, baby.” She sobbed in a second orgasm. He withdrew and urged her to her knees.
He entered her cunt at her rear and began with slow strokes until she agreed she was comfortable with his big cock. Her hips rotated hotly as rammed into her. She cried out, “I’ve never felt like this!” I admired his stamina and wondered how anyone could go so long without ejaculation. I jerked off madly and my eyes were wide as saucers. I was captivated by the startling comparison of her pale body pressed beneath his dark chocolate body, a contrast I’d never before imagined. His cock never sank to its full depth into her channel but filled her completely. She wept and whimpered, “It’s so fucking awesome!” Tears streaked her cheeks and fell to the pillow beneath her. I couldn’t hold back, I grabbed my handkerchief and spurted my semen into its folds.
His body stiffened and his eyes closed tightly. He raised his large head as if staring at the ceiling. With a lurch, he groaned, “I’m about to cum in your white cunt!” She wailed, “I’m cumming again! Don’t pull out. I want your seed!” His lava rocketed through his shaft into her cunt. She beat her fists onto the pillow and sobbed, “Oh my god, I feel it spurting through me!”
He collapsed alongside her, his back to me and the other guy. He said, “You never had a black cock before, have you?” She sighed, “I’m hoping it isn’t our last.” He leaned above her and kissed her on the lips. He rose from the bed, nodded to each of us limp watchers, and walked majestically out of the room as if he had single-handedly just conquered an army. My wife sat up, bent her legs and wrapped her arms about her knees. She said breathlessly, “Oh fuck, I hope you guys enjoyed that. I hadn’t noticed you ‘til now.” The guy alongside me said, “It isn’t over yet. Another bull will soon wander in here.”
She introduced herself to him and they talked a few minutes. The blond bull peeked into the door and said, “Mind if I come in?” I said, “Please do,” and I and my friend left to go to another room. I heard the guy tell my wife, “I was hoping to be with you tonight.”
After he and she were finished screwing, she stumbled naked into the living room for a drink and something to eat. Minutes later, the younger husband led her by a hand to another bedroom. I looked at my watch and said good-bye to all that were near me on my way to the door.
On Wednesday when I arrived home around noon from the office, she told me all four of the guys had fucked her and she had a threesome with the older wife and shortest stud. The bull three inches shorter than my wife returned to sleep with her the rest of the night. He fucked her again when they awoke in the morning. I asked if she had enough sleep. She said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” During the long night, the participants had short naps and took breaks from fucking in the living and dining rooms for drinks, snacks and sharing experiences.
We went to a restaurant in the mall for a late 1:00 p.m breakfast. She said last night was one of her best ever but couldn’t decide which guy she liked best; she thought the reason for her popularity that night was that she was the new woman they hadn’t been with before, “. . . and, oh, by the way, two guys gave me their phone numbers. I’m not sure I’ll call if they’re going to be at the meetings every month.” But a few minutes later she said maybe she would phone either the black guy or the shorter bull; each mentioned they would like having her overnight separately at their places rather than our home. She added she won’t be looking for other orgies but wants to join the cuck group, with or without a partner.
She smiled and said, “I don’t know why, but it was really different with a black man. Did is seem that way to you when you watched?” I told her it was one of my best masturbation experiences. She said that after I left, he told her he’s a middle school math teacher and basketball coach. He said he has no interest in being married and added, “I don’t even date anymore. I prefer other guys’ wives.” She told him, “I’m glad you do!”
The group’s typical meeting nights are Fridays, and neither of us are usually at work the following day. She said, “Will you go with me?” I said, “Sure, I’ll leave you and other guys alone if you tell me you want to be alone with a man.”
She said, “Great, but you can’t fuck any of the women. I couldn’t handle that. You can fuck me and jerk off whenever we want.” She says she fucks "other guys for both of us," meaning essentially that it was me who wanted her to do it at the beginning and that I gain satisfaction from watching or hearing of her extramarital activities. So I guess that's pretty much true. She said at the outset four years ago, "Even if I agree to having sex with other men, I couldn't handle the thought of you having that freedom." I haven't forgotten it, but she still assumes it could be on my mind and persistently reminds me of that agreed-upon rule.
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SECOND MEETING, A MONTH LATER: (I mentioned at least once how we learned of the club. We each became friends with a young guy who owns an automotive maintenance shop who handles minor repairs on our cars and he was then fucking my wife for a short time. He learned of the group online and, with my wife's approval, made arrangements for the three of us to visit a meeting. All three of us joined that night and returned the following month. This too was posted here two months ago.)
Because of a conflict, we missed the last monthly meeting at which the host and hostess announced the meetings will hereafter be quarterly, with the next to be held the first of December. I probably won't tell about futures meetings here unless some interesting happens whenever we can attend. Although she's somewhat exclusive with her current bf for now, our mechanic friend will likely attend with us on a regular basis.)
When we began our hotwife journey, we couldn’t have imagined many things we have since experienced. My wife was 27 when it began; she will be 32 this year. I recently said to her that some happenings were so unforeseen that it seemed at times we had stepped into an alternate universe. She said, “Roll with it. It’s a fun adventure.”
Joining a hotwife club (the group calls is a “hotwife/cuckold” club) with like-minded couples certainly wasn’t in our minds in those earlier days. Yet, here we were, getting ready to attend a second monthly meeting. I was less apprehensive this time. Ten couples are now regular members, and a couple of others occasionally attend; only six to eight typically attend any one meeting. Vacations, work, family and other matters that all families experience conflict at times for some members.
The evening of Friday, August 3, she showered and dressed for the hotwives meeting in our guest bath. I used our master bath to shave, shower and dress in cargo shorts and a tropical shirt. The guests typically dress casually, but she walked into our bedroom attired in her black, body-hugging catsuit and black lace-up boots. Her black, silver studded collar encircled her neck. I bought that outfit for her over a year ago, but she has only worn it twice. But now, she looked different in every way. Long, false eyelashes enhanced her eyes. Her lipstick is ordinarily a muted shade, but on this occasion her lips were bright red. She was stunning.
I asked why, of all attire, she chose the catsuit. She would need more time to peel it off for sex. She said, “Our hosts have a plan for me tonight.” She grinned when I asked what that might be and said, “It’s to be a surprise.” All I knew at the time was that the hosts had approved three more bulls, ages 23 to 40, in addition to four bull members, three of which attend regularly; my wife’s boyfriend also acts as a bull.
My wife was told by phone two weeks ago that a new couple planned to attend. When the number of attending wives on any night aren’t in equivalent numbers to the bulls, those who wished could do threesomes with two males or two females. The hosts told my wife that at least four wives prefer that, regardless of the gender mixes.
Her boyfriend intended to drive us as passengers, but because I might want to leave earlier, I planned to drive separately. When he showed up at our home, he was as surprised as I was at her shiny black attire and said, “Wow!” He said he could fuck her right then and there. She laughed and joked, “Wouldn’t that be cheating on the guys at the party?”
They and I arrived about the same time and walked in together. The hostess handed my wife and her date numbers scrawled on a sticky note with which they were to be matched up with other sex partners following the business portion of the meeting. Their living room is large. A wide custom bookcase sets against the far wall with a built-in 75-inch TV in its center. The garland and banners that had festooned the room at the pre-July 4 gathering were missing.
Eight couples showed this night, including the first-time couple, him 44 and her 25. His wife was dressed better than other guests. I assumed they weren’t informed of the group’s more casual attire; she wore a long, white pants suit slit down on each side from the waist, showing her attractive legs.
The business portion of the meeting lasted an hour. Two bulls and a hotwife couple had sent emails stating interest to join the group. The hosts passed around copies of their emails with pics, and all were approved.
Another inquiring couple was rejected for now, but would be reconsidered at a later date. That wife had one experience with another man while her husband watched and, although not totally rejecting ongoing hotwife relationships; they said in their email they “aren’t yet sure.” A member couple, both of whom are family counselors in their early 30s, offered to consult with them if they wished. The hostess said she would phone the applicant couple and ask if they’re willing to speak with the counselors. A paper detailing the hosts’ expenses were distributed and the members contributed amounts to cover those costs. Because the hosts volunteer their efforts, I included an extra 20 bucks with our donation. The rest of the hour was taken up by members who wanted opinions on difficulties they occasionally encountered in their hotwifing or cuckolding relationships.
When the hostess held up her hands with a clap, saying the meeting to an end, the wives’ sticky-note numbers were matched up with the corresponding numbers held by the bulls, including my wife’s date.
I didn’t know at the time that my wife was intentionally matched with one of the newest guys. He’s a Brit here on a work visa for a year with an international company, slightly longish blond hair and blue eyes; and he’s one of the two tallest men; I’m guessing when I say about 6’2”, but taller than my 5’11” wife who’s the tallest of the club wives. Her boot’s five-inch heels made her taller than him. But their heights, I would later learn, weren’t intended for sexual coupling.
The bulls, including my wife’s boyfriend, and the wives paired off by their matching numbers and headed for the downstairs and upstairs bedrooms. We non-participating husbands, including the host-husband, sat on the living room’s two couches and chairs to watch porn DVDs. Someone dimmed the lights and started up the first DVD. The storyline featured a husband whose wife frequently cheated, but he became addicted to spying on his domineering wife’s affairs. None of us watched it all at once but viewed it in pieces through the early part of the evening.
Our first interruption was when my wife walked out from the hallway. She was naked except for her laced boots and black leather collar, and a long black whip in her hand. The hostess had supplied the whip. That was my first clue as to their secretive plans. One husband gasped at her entrance. She looked … well, commanding.
She stood straight, shoulders back, her long legs spread wide. Her mound was bare following a Brazilian laser hair removal a week before. That’s another story. The Hispanic guy who performed the treatment fucked her in his studio following the after-hours procedure.
Her facial expression would best be described as stern and severe, not a trace of a smile. Her dark, lashed eyes glared at us. With a sharp, domineering voice, she bellowed, “You useless worms strip down, all of you, now!” The newest guy said, “Why,” followed by her retort, “Don’t give me lip. Get naked.” She lashed the whip outward, but there was no “crack” as I’d have anticipated. I’m accustomed to her unique flash of a stare that shuts down any disagreeable conversations between us, but I’d never seen her quite like this.
Behind her, her naked British hunk confidently leaned an elbow against the bookcase and grinned at her performance. Glancing over to him, I noticed that his stiff dick had to be one of the largest among us. It stood out strongly, angled up like a flagpole, ready and eager to serve. I suspected, correctly as it turned out, his gifted length was a reason he was paired with my wife for this show.
We stripped at her bidding. I suppressed an amused smile at the youngest husband whose face seemed to display serious fear. Damn, she looked great. I’d never thought of her as a dominatrix.
She looked over each man carefully, then strode to one, about 5’7”, with perhaps the shortest limp dick. She motioned a finger for her bull to come over and stand alongside her. She reached for the husband’s short, deflated cock. She pitched the whip onto a guy’s lap, curled her other hand around the hunk’s shaft and pressed it firmly against Little Dick’s. His limp member firmed up as she rolled her bull’s dick around his, flesh to flesh. When fully erect, Little Dick was probably no more than three and a half inches tops.
I thought at the moment this seemed unnecessarily cruel; but I wasn’t then aware that the hostess had told my wife by phone that this man gains sexual satisfaction from humiliation. I was later told that once, before my wife and I became members, the wives remained clothed and made him strip to comment on his dick’s small size. His wife later told the others that was one his best experiences at the meetings.
My wife glared at him and she said, “There’s no real comparison between the two, right? Pitiful dicks like this are why your wives needs real men. Bulls’ cocks can do what yours never could.” He blushed and said, “I know, ma’am. My wife deserves better.” He whined a few more words I couldn’t make out, but he definitely was a beta, which I hadn’t noticed until that moment. She went on, “I passed your wife and her bull as we were coming down the hall. She has a biggg, powerful cock filling her married pussy. She is getting what you can never give her! You want that for her, don’t you?”
He said sheepishly, “Yes, ma’am. She deserves a real man.” I could never have acted as he did, but I didn’t think badly of him. That was the moment I realized why the members refer to the group as a “hotwife/cuckold” club instead of just a hotwife group. Yet for some reason, his humbled response caused an erotic rush within me. I began stroking my dick at the scene.
My wife released his prick and said, “You guys can jerk off to porn while your wives are getting their pussies’ filled by real studs. They crave it more than you know.”
She turned on a heel and strode down the hallway with her bull in tow to a bedroom where he would be fucking her brains out. It seemed to me he was highly anxious to slide his dick into her hot cunt. If so, I couldn’t blame him. Watching her hot body brandishing that whip and attired only in patent leather boots and collar, I wished it was me walking down that hallway with my wife.
I think most of the guys got immediate erections in her hot presence. Never in my life have I sat around with a group of naked guys jerking off as enthusiastically as fraternity buddies sharing brews; but here we were, all in high states of excitation and pounding our puds to a hot cuckold-themed DVD. Short Dick, with wide and wild eyes, was jerking faster than any of us. I had a notion I should be uncomfortable among these naked masturbaters, but I wasn’t. I was fevered and aroused. I don’t fully understand why but it was stirring and hot, all of us happily knowing our wives were being madly fucked at once under this roof.
I assumed that the “surprise” my wife had mentioned at home was that performance. But soon, an hour later, another would unfold and be unlike anything I’d ever witnessed.
The guy who accompanied as we roamed the house to watch our wives at the previous meeting stood and said to me, “Let’s go watch the wives.” He picked up a box of facial tissues from the couch’s side table.
We lingered at the door of the master bedroom where the host’s wife was being fucked by one of the newer bulls. She’s an elegant, 39-year-old, 5’6” woman with an athletic tanned body. She was standing, her hands supporting her upper body on their dresser as the guy fucked rapidly her from the rear. She clenched her teeth, staring into the dresser’s mirror and screeching in lust. My viewing buddy told me later she has a regular bull who’s a manager of the couples’ convenience store and gas stations. Their employee hasn’t been told about this club, most likely because the hostess doesn’t want to share him.
We heard my wife joyous screams above other moans of women and walked to that darkened bedroom two doors away. What we didn’t see and hear before we located the room where they were fucking was a moment in which he said, “You and your husband look a lot alike.” She kidded him, “Oh, he’s my older brother. We only have sex at his home.” She was then so caught up in their passionate sex wouldn’t think to tell him she was joking until they finished fucking, after my viewing buddy and I had left the room.
The Brit was fucking her in missionary position. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she shrieked, “Oh my god! It’s so good!” Each of us masturbated at the scene. My wife was in as high a state of excitation as I’ve ever seen. Her cries became mostly inaudible but some were clear, “Oh fuck me!” and “You’re so deep! Oh my god! I love it so much!” I tried to recall if she was that hot on our honeymoon. She probably was, but it didn’t seem like it as I watched her writhing body responding to his. Her head swung side to side against the pillow, and her hips rotated beneath his assault. I was cumming into a facial tissue within ten seconds from when we had arrived at the doorway.
We moved on to other downstairs rooms, watched a moment at each and headed upstairs. We stopped at the room where my watcher-friend’s 40-year-old wife was being plowed by my wife’s boyfriend. The host husband stood alongside the bed. His wife was on her hands and knees as he fucked her pussy from behind. The host stood with his back against us, but it was clear she was sucking his cock while being fucked. My wife’s boyfriend, I decided, was a pretty good bull for this sort of party. I’d thought his stamina was impressive the first time he fucked my wife at our home. I was told her husband is addicted to watching his wife serviced by other guys and prefers watching more than having sex with her; they have occasional sex, and she’s delighted with that arrangement.
We made our way back to the living room about the same time most other husbands were arriving there. Five or so minutes later, the hostess and my wife came in with a stack of white bed sheets and laid them onto the floor. The hostess said, “We have something else besides the movie for you to watch tonight. The bulls will be fucking your wives here on the floor. My wife and the hostess had visited the various bedrooms minutes previously and told the wives and bulls of the plan. None objected, and over the next couple of minutes the sex partners were walking in two by two.
The hostess’ husband asked all to change partners. The wives lay on their backs; some laughed as they glanced toward their spouses sitting naked on the couches and chairs. One said, “I don’t usually allow my husband to watch, so he probably won’t be able to contain himself.” That’s the moment I realized what my wife had said about “a surprise” on this night. Neither of us had experienced this before.
I know it didn’t take a genius for the hostess to plan all this, but at that moment it seemed brilliant. I was already stroking my dick again as did a couple of others.
It was at that moment a personal insight crossed my mind. I’ve been jerking off since I was twelve. All those years, I had unconsciously been training my dick for the pleasure of my hand. Throughout the nearly four years my wife has been a hotwife, I hadn’t realized why I needed my wife to fucked by another guy while I watched. I’m satisfied not having sex with other women, and the reason is I’ve trained my dick to enjoy my hand. Watching her isn’t just voyeurism. It’s the pleasure of my hand on my penis at the hottest possible scene I could witness. I now realized what had previously escaped me. I’m a hand-job man and need other men fucking my wife to satisfy my lustful cravings. Every time I watch and ejaculate, it’s like an explosion detonating inside my brain.
Wives and bulls whispered words to the other I couldn’t make out. My wife, though, was on her back just inches from my feet at the couch. She supported her body on her hands and knees, partnered with one of the group’s newest bulls I estimated to be in his late thirties.His rigid stick curved up to his belly. Her body shuddered in lust. She looked at me a moment, then turned her head about to the guy and gasped, “I’m so fucking hot. I need your cock.”
He’s about my height, an inch shorter than my wife. He urged her to a position facing me. He’s an exceptional alpha, and I suspected he wanted me to realize my wife was now his. He glanced to me a moment and grinned triumphantly, then returned his gaze to her shivering body.
Her hands grasped my knees for support. He said to her, “I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked in the door.” His dickhead is broad and purplish but the shaft is slender and smooth. I’m sure it’s veined but I didn’t spot any. My wife swirled her head about to watch as he guided his cockhead to her cunt’s opening. She squealed as it entered her folds. Her mouth opened wide with a scream. Her face turned up as if looking at me, but she wasn’t; her eyes rolled in their sockets as he zealously thrust into her cunt. Red streaks spider-webbed across her eyeballs like cherries floating in milk.
His flesh slapped in a rat-a-tat against her buttocks. She shut her eyes tightly and begged him to cum with her. He plowed on through her first orgasm and she cried, “It’s so fucking good.” Moans and sighs filled the room. Husbands stood with their backs against the walls, masturbating in unison as they watched the writhing bodies. I was among them, standing with my calves pressed against the couch behind me. Every guy I noticed held a tissue in the hand that wasn’t on his cock. I was unable to cum a second time, and my groin ached pleasurably as I stroked my cock.
My wife’s boyfriend fucked the group’s newest young wife while her older husband leaned his back against the bookcase; he moaned enviously as if helplessly wishing he was fucking his wife instead of the bull. Yet it seemed one of the hottest moments of his life. His wife sobbed and repeatedly cried out to her partner, “Thank you, thank you,” in seriously heated gratitude for his cock ramming through her pussy.
The orgy seemed endless, but all of that probably lasted no more than fifteen minutes. I slept overnight on a couch, and my wife slept in an upstairs bedroom with a bull I hadn’t met.
The next morning as I dressed, I was told three bulls were fucking the hostess in their marital bedroom while her husband was in the kitchen making coffee. My wife’s boyfriend was in a threesome with two wives, so my wife told him she would ride home with me.
We said our good-byes around ten that morning. My wife lost a false eyelash and earring during the night but said those weren’t worth looking for. Two wives asked my wife’s boyfriend for a threesome with them, so my wife told him she would ride home with me.
As we walked to the door, a man said to me, “Last night was one of the best ever for me. You’re lucky to have her as your wife.” I responded that I considered his wife as very attractive.
She told me as we were driving away that, although she didn’t have the whip at our home, she had been practicing her dominatrix act for a week whenever I wasn’t around. I asked if there was anything she didn’t like about the night. She said, “What’s not to like? Four guys fucked me, you must have jerked off a dozen times and we couldn’t find better friends anywhere.”
I laughed at that and said, “If I ever was able to jerk off ‘a dozen times’ on any night, I was then too young to remember it now.” She imitated the tone of a naive young girl, saying, “Oh, really? I didn’t know you can’t do that.”
Yeah, right. She knows my limitations.
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OUR FIRST MEETING with that group:
My 31-year-old wife and I finally attended the cuckolds/hotwives club I had written about here. I thought we had “seen it all,” but my wife would later say it doesn’t get any better than that. My wife is smoking hot, and she and I were later invited to join permanently if we wished; I left that decision up to my wife. Although they typically meet monthly on Fridays, this time the gathering was the pre-July 4th holiday at 6:30 p.m., Tuesday night. This was our first time in any group like this. My wife’s boyfriend who’s also our auto mechanic had found the group online as mentioned elsewhere here and made the arrangements for us through email and a return phone call.
I drove separately from my wife and her boyfriend because I had an early special work meeting with company partners on the next day’s holiday and would need to leave early. I didn’t feel comfortable arriving before them, so I left home 15 minutes after they drove away. As it happened, my wife didn’t get home until 11:30 Wednesday morning, a half hour before I got back from the office.
The hosts’ residence is in a sparsely populated area, with a stone exterior typical of many in our region. It’s a sizeable home, with five bedrooms and six baths and in an unincorporated area just outside the city’s edge. Six couples, not including the three of us, showed up. Two couples brought a total of three single guys, all of whom were known to the hosts. As we entered, one of the women handed my wife and her date slips of paper with hand-written numbers on each and was told to hold onto it until their regular meeting adjourned.
My wife, her date and I were introduced as the newbies. The host wife nodded toward me and said with a grin, “And he’s the family cuckold.” All laughed, but in good humor since all the men other than the single guests were, in one way or another, like me.
Two of the three single men stood out among us guys. One could have been a sports gear model, unusually good looking, about my wife’s height of 5’11” with blond hair and blue eyes. The most noticeable was a long-legged black man at least 6’4”, a ripped body and arms like tree logs. The third bull was a shorter guy around 5’8” and the most entertaining, with a gift for telling hilarious jokes.
The three unattached guys were friends of two couples. The hosts own four convenience stores and gas stations around our area. The men dressed in jeans, khakis and surfer shorts topped with pullovers or sport shirts. Four women were conservative-casual in button-tops and capris or shorts and one in a short skirt that accentuated her legs. I’d picked out my wife’s outfit, a recently purchased crotchless, net body suit beneath her light green aloha blouse and thigh-length white skirt. She wore sandals rather than the 4” heels I’d suggested. She prefers flats because she doesn’t like towering over others. I’m an inch shorter than her but don’t mind that heels make her considerably taller. She says being too much taller than some guys makes them uncomfortable.
I considered the members to be a decent looking group and estimated five couples to be in their 30s to 40s. Two unattached guys were in the mid-twenties and early 40s. The black man was probably mid-thirties. The husband of the youngest couple in their late twenties was shy and didn’t talk much but is likeable. His wife is bubbly, outgoing and went out of her way to talk to everyone. The women, including my wife, were most interested in talking with the three unattached men. The black man and the shorter guy were regular fuckbuddies of the oldest couple and had attended here before.
The first hour and a half reminded me of a therapy group. Most sat on a couch or chairs,. The black man and one of the wive sat lotus-like with legs crossed on the floor as he massaged her shoulders. She said to him, “You’re a great massager.” The other wife said, “The correct word is ‘masseur,’ and I’m next.” They laughed and swapped places. He began working on the other wife.
The hosts asked for a vote concerning a swinger couple who emailed pics to their website and wished to join. Two couples rejected the idea and stressed out how careful they’ve been so far in member selections; they contended swingers’ way of thinking isn’t compatible. Being new, we had no vote but the others were unanimous in rejecting any changes. The hosts will explain to the applicants why swinging lifestyles wouldn’t work in a cuckolds’ discussion and problem-sharing group. Even as a newbie, I understood their position. The only other significant issue posed was a wife who asked what others thought about having one of their bulls move in with them but decided they wouldn’t after hearing other members’ views on potential problems with that arrangement.
A member asked my wife and I how we got into the lifestyle. She did most of the talking without holding anything back. I felt less comfortable sharing all that, but most members agreed that our journey was comparable in many ways to theirs. Another asked my wife how many men she had sex with over her three and half years as a hotwife. She wasn’t sure but offered an estimate of a few more than my estimate. Others shared stories, some asking questions and working through various opinions.
The wife I guessed at about 40 whispered short conversations with my wife who said, “Your African-American friend is very imposing.” The woman giggled and said, “He doesn’t use that distinction, he prefers it shortened to ‘American.’ We share our guys in this group if you’re interested later.” She pointed to the youngest husband and said, “He and his wife are in an open marriage, so he’s available too.”
At seven-thirty, the host-wife clapped her hands and said, “Meeting adjourned. Let’s party!” She stood and said, “Who has the paper slip with the number ‘one’?” A wife and the single blond guy raised their hands. She grinned and said, “Then you two are together.” She turned to my wife and said the women can swap partners later. My wife’s boyfriend was paired by matching numbers with the youngest wife. The host went through all the numbers until the last, held by my wife and the black guest. He took her hand and led her down the hallway.
The husbands, with the exception of the younger guy whose wife allowed him to have sex with other women, remained in the living room to talk. One said he was cuckolded more than a year before their marriage; his honeymoon included his two best men who fucked his wife before his cock entered her pussy. When his turn came, the others looked on.
I asked whether any guys watched their wives with other men. They do when allowed, but there are no restrictions against watching anyone at these meetings. The guy to my right turned to me and said, “But we wait here a few minutes until our wives get comfortable. I’ll go with you in a few minutes to watch your wife. Her black partner is amazing.” I asked what he meant, and he said, “You’ll see. I doubt you’ve ever seen any performance like his.” I assumed he exaggerated but I didn’t respond.
I don’t follow sports, so I was less talkative than some. Ten minutes later, my newest friend to my right, the 40ish guy, looked at his watch and said to me, “That’s enough time, Let’s go watch.” I followed him to the first-floor bedrooms. All doors were open. We didn’t find my wife, so we walked upstairs. Moans and sighs emanated from the rooms. A threesome with two women pleasuring the other shared a bed in the first upstairs room; the guy screwed the wife atop the other from the rear as she performed oral sex on the woman beneath her.
My wife and her black partner were in the second we peered into. He withdrew his mouth from her groin as she was moaning from his oral manipulations. He crawled between her legs. We stood a few feet away from the bedside to watch. His muscled body was that of an practiced athlete.
He grasped his dick, and my wife stared down at his panther-like cock. Wide-eyed, she gasped, “Oh my god, I thought big dicks on black men was a myth!” He grinned and said, “It is. I’m fortunate.” I thought her reaction was fear, but she said, her mouth gaping in awe, “I want it all.” I’ve seen only a few dicks near that size over my lifetime. He and my wife seemed not to notice their audience. I began to suspect that perhaps my viewing partner was right when he said I’d probably never seen anyone like him.
My wife’s legs were splayed. She screamed and her heels dug into the mattress as he fed his python into her pussy. She shuddered in orgasm before his first thrust and whimpered, “Oh! Oh!” repeatedly. He lunged slowly into her at first, his tempo gradually increasing. Her heels beat against the sheets. Her head lashed side to side amid screams of pleasure. She cried out, “Oh my god! You’re hitting my cervix!” I unzipped my chinos and withdrew my rigid cock that was then straining for release against the material. The guy alongside me stripped down to jerk off.
His monster pounded my wife’s pussy like a battering ram. Her upper body rose, fell and rolled with each thrust into her cunt. Nothing that size had ever occupied her married pussy. Her hips rotated rhythmically. My knees went weak. I leaned back against the dresser behind me for support. In the dim light, his buttocks seemed a blur as his dark flesh slapped against her groin.
Staring into his eyes, she screamed, “Oh god, I’m cumming!” Her partner grinned, his teeth glistening in the irradiation from the night light alongside the bed. He said, “You’re so white and tight, baby.” She sobbed in a second orgasm. He withdrew and urged her to her knees.
He entered her cunt at her rear and began with slow strokes until she agreed she was comfortable with his big cock. Her hips rotated hotly as rammed into her. She cried out, “I’ve never felt like this!” I admired his stamina and wondered how anyone could go so long without ejaculation. I jerked off madly and my eyes were wide as saucers. I was captivated by the startling comparison of her pale body pressed beneath his dark chocolate body, a contrast I’d never before imagined. His cock never sank to its full depth into her channel but filled her completely. She wept and whimpered, “It’s so fucking awesome!” Tears streaked her cheeks and fell to the pillow beneath her. I couldn’t hold back, I grabbed my handkerchief and spurted my semen into its folds.
His body stiffened and his eyes closed tightly. He raised his large head as if staring at the ceiling. With a lurch, he groaned, “I’m about to cum in your white cunt!” She wailed, “I’m cumming again! Don’t pull out. I want your seed!” His lava rocketed through his shaft into her cunt. She beat her fists onto the pillow and sobbed, “Oh my god, I feel it spurting through me!”
He collapsed alongside her, his back to me and the other guy. He said, “You never had a black cock before, have you?” She sighed, “I’m hoping it isn’t our last.” He leaned above her and kissed her on the lips. He rose from the bed, nodded to each of us limp watchers, and walked majestically out of the room as if he had single-handedly just conquered an army. My wife sat up, bent her legs and wrapped her arms about her knees. She said breathlessly, “Oh fuck, I hope you guys enjoyed that. I hadn’t noticed you ‘til now.” The guy alongside me said, “It isn’t over yet. Another bull will soon wander in here.”
She introduced herself to him and they talked a few minutes. The blond bull peeked into the door and said, “Mind if I come in?” I said, “Please do,” and I and my friend left to go to another room. I heard the guy tell my wife, “I was hoping to be with you tonight.”
After he and she were finished screwing, she stumbled naked into the living room for a drink and something to eat. Minutes later, the younger husband led her by a hand to another bedroom. I looked at my watch and said good-bye to all that were near me on my way to the door.
On Wednesday when I arrived home around noon from the office, she told me all four of the guys had fucked her and she had a threesome with the older wife and shortest stud. The bull three inches shorter than my wife returned to sleep with her the rest of the night. He fucked her again when they awoke in the morning. I asked if she had enough sleep. She said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” During the long night, the participants had short naps and took breaks from fucking in the living and dining rooms for drinks, snacks and sharing experiences.
We went to a restaurant in the mall for a late 1:00 p.m breakfast. She said last night was one of her best ever but couldn’t decide which guy she liked best; she thought the reason for her popularity that night was that she was the new woman they hadn’t been with before, “. . . and, oh, by the way, two guys gave me their phone numbers. I’m not sure I’ll call if they’re going to be at the meetings every month.” But a few minutes later she said maybe she would phone either the black guy or the shorter bull; each mentioned they would like having her overnight separately at their places rather than our home. She added she won’t be looking for other orgies but wants to join the cuck group, with or without a partner.
She smiled and said, “I don’t know why, but it was really different with a black man. Did is seem that way to you when you watched?” I told her it was one of my best masturbation experiences. She said that after I left, he told her he’s a middle school math teacher and basketball coach. He said he has no interest in being married and added, “I don’t even date anymore. I prefer other guys’ wives.” She told him, “I’m glad you do!”
The group’s typical meeting nights are Fridays, and neither of us are usually at work the following day. She said, “Will you go with me?” I said, “Sure, I’ll leave you and other guys alone if you tell me you want to be alone with a man.”
She said, “Great, but you can’t fuck any of the women. I couldn’t handle that. You can fuck me and jerk off whenever we want.” She says she fucks "other guys for both of us," meaning essentially that it was me who wanted her to do it at the beginning and that I gain satisfaction from watching or hearing of her extramarital activities. So I guess that's pretty much true. She said at the outset four years ago, "Even if I agree to having sex with other men, I couldn't handle the thought of you having that freedom." I haven't forgotten it, but she still assumes it could be on my mind and persistently reminds me of that agreed-upon rule.
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SECOND MEETING, A MONTH LATER: (I mentioned at least once how we learned of the club. We each became friends with a young guy who owns an automotive maintenance shop who handles minor repairs on our cars and he was then fucking my wife for a short time. He learned of the group online and, with my wife's approval, made arrangements for the three of us to visit a meeting. All three of us joined that night and returned the following month. This too was posted here two months ago.)
Because of a conflict, we missed the last monthly meeting at which the host and hostess announced the meetings will hereafter be quarterly, with the next to be held the first of December. I probably won't tell about futures meetings here unless some interesting happens whenever we can attend. Although she's somewhat exclusive with her current bf for now, our mechanic friend will likely attend with us on a regular basis.)
When we began our hotwife journey, we couldn’t have imagined many things we have since experienced. My wife was 27 when it began; she will be 32 this year. I recently said to her that some happenings were so unforeseen that it seemed at times we had stepped into an alternate universe. She said, “Roll with it. It’s a fun adventure.”
Joining a hotwife club (the group calls is a “hotwife/cuckold” club) with like-minded couples certainly wasn’t in our minds in those earlier days. Yet, here we were, getting ready to attend a second monthly meeting. I was less apprehensive this time. Ten couples are now regular members, and a couple of others occasionally attend; only six to eight typically attend any one meeting. Vacations, work, family and other matters that all families experience conflict at times for some members.
The evening of Friday, August 3, she showered and dressed for the hotwives meeting in our guest bath. I used our master bath to shave, shower and dress in cargo shorts and a tropical shirt. The guests typically dress casually, but she walked into our bedroom attired in her black, body-hugging catsuit and black lace-up boots. Her black, silver studded collar encircled her neck. I bought that outfit for her over a year ago, but she has only worn it twice. But now, she looked different in every way. Long, false eyelashes enhanced her eyes. Her lipstick is ordinarily a muted shade, but on this occasion her lips were bright red. She was stunning.
I asked why, of all attire, she chose the catsuit. She would need more time to peel it off for sex. She said, “Our hosts have a plan for me tonight.” She grinned when I asked what that might be and said, “It’s to be a surprise.” All I knew at the time was that the hosts had approved three more bulls, ages 23 to 40, in addition to four bull members, three of which attend regularly; my wife’s boyfriend also acts as a bull.
My wife was told by phone two weeks ago that a new couple planned to attend. When the number of attending wives on any night aren’t in equivalent numbers to the bulls, those who wished could do threesomes with two males or two females. The hosts told my wife that at least four wives prefer that, regardless of the gender mixes.
Her boyfriend intended to drive us as passengers, but because I might want to leave earlier, I planned to drive separately. When he showed up at our home, he was as surprised as I was at her shiny black attire and said, “Wow!” He said he could fuck her right then and there. She laughed and joked, “Wouldn’t that be cheating on the guys at the party?”
They and I arrived about the same time and walked in together. The hostess handed my wife and her date numbers scrawled on a sticky note with which they were to be matched up with other sex partners following the business portion of the meeting. Their living room is large. A wide custom bookcase sets against the far wall with a built-in 75-inch TV in its center. The garland and banners that had festooned the room at the pre-July 4 gathering were missing.
Eight couples showed this night, including the first-time couple, him 44 and her 25. His wife was dressed better than other guests. I assumed they weren’t informed of the group’s more casual attire; she wore a long, white pants suit slit down on each side from the waist, showing her attractive legs.
The business portion of the meeting lasted an hour. Two bulls and a hotwife couple had sent emails stating interest to join the group. The hosts passed around copies of their emails with pics, and all were approved.
Another inquiring couple was rejected for now, but would be reconsidered at a later date. That wife had one experience with another man while her husband watched and, although not totally rejecting ongoing hotwife relationships; they said in their email they “aren’t yet sure.” A member couple, both of whom are family counselors in their early 30s, offered to consult with them if they wished. The hostess said she would phone the applicant couple and ask if they’re willing to speak with the counselors. A paper detailing the hosts’ expenses were distributed and the members contributed amounts to cover those costs. Because the hosts volunteer their efforts, I included an extra 20 bucks with our donation. The rest of the hour was taken up by members who wanted opinions on difficulties they occasionally encountered in their hotwifing or cuckolding relationships.
When the hostess held up her hands with a clap, saying the meeting to an end, the wives’ sticky-note numbers were matched up with the corresponding numbers held by the bulls, including my wife’s date.
I didn’t know at the time that my wife was intentionally matched with one of the newest guys. He’s a Brit here on a work visa for a year with an international company, slightly longish blond hair and blue eyes; and he’s one of the two tallest men; I’m guessing when I say about 6’2”, but taller than my 5’11” wife who’s the tallest of the club wives. Her boot’s five-inch heels made her taller than him. But their heights, I would later learn, weren’t intended for sexual coupling.
The bulls, including my wife’s boyfriend, and the wives paired off by their matching numbers and headed for the downstairs and upstairs bedrooms. We non-participating husbands, including the host-husband, sat on the living room’s two couches and chairs to watch porn DVDs. Someone dimmed the lights and started up the first DVD. The storyline featured a husband whose wife frequently cheated, but he became addicted to spying on his domineering wife’s affairs. None of us watched it all at once but viewed it in pieces through the early part of the evening.
Our first interruption was when my wife walked out from the hallway. She was naked except for her laced boots and black leather collar, and a long black whip in her hand. The hostess had supplied the whip. That was my first clue as to their secretive plans. One husband gasped at her entrance. She looked … well, commanding.
She stood straight, shoulders back, her long legs spread wide. Her mound was bare following a Brazilian laser hair removal a week before. That’s another story. The Hispanic guy who performed the treatment fucked her in his studio following the after-hours procedure.
Her facial expression would best be described as stern and severe, not a trace of a smile. Her dark, lashed eyes glared at us. With a sharp, domineering voice, she bellowed, “You useless worms strip down, all of you, now!” The newest guy said, “Why,” followed by her retort, “Don’t give me lip. Get naked.” She lashed the whip outward, but there was no “crack” as I’d have anticipated. I’m accustomed to her unique flash of a stare that shuts down any disagreeable conversations between us, but I’d never seen her quite like this.
Behind her, her naked British hunk confidently leaned an elbow against the bookcase and grinned at her performance. Glancing over to him, I noticed that his stiff dick had to be one of the largest among us. It stood out strongly, angled up like a flagpole, ready and eager to serve. I suspected, correctly as it turned out, his gifted length was a reason he was paired with my wife for this show.
We stripped at her bidding. I suppressed an amused smile at the youngest husband whose face seemed to display serious fear. Damn, she looked great. I’d never thought of her as a dominatrix.
She looked over each man carefully, then strode to one, about 5’7”, with perhaps the shortest limp dick. She motioned a finger for her bull to come over and stand alongside her. She reached for the husband’s short, deflated cock. She pitched the whip onto a guy’s lap, curled her other hand around the hunk’s shaft and pressed it firmly against Little Dick’s. His limp member firmed up as she rolled her bull’s dick around his, flesh to flesh. When fully erect, Little Dick was probably no more than three and a half inches tops.
I thought at the moment this seemed unnecessarily cruel; but I wasn’t then aware that the hostess had told my wife by phone that this man gains sexual satisfaction from humiliation. I was later told that once, before my wife and I became members, the wives remained clothed and made him strip to comment on his dick’s small size. His wife later told the others that was one his best experiences at the meetings.
My wife glared at him and she said, “There’s no real comparison between the two, right? Pitiful dicks like this are why your wives needs real men. Bulls’ cocks can do what yours never could.” He blushed and said, “I know, ma’am. My wife deserves better.” He whined a few more words I couldn’t make out, but he definitely was a beta, which I hadn’t noticed until that moment. She went on, “I passed your wife and her bull as we were coming down the hall. She has a biggg, powerful cock filling her married pussy. She is getting what you can never give her! You want that for her, don’t you?”
He said sheepishly, “Yes, ma’am. She deserves a real man.” I could never have acted as he did, but I didn’t think badly of him. That was the moment I realized why the members refer to the group as a “hotwife/cuckold” club instead of just a hotwife group. Yet for some reason, his humbled response caused an erotic rush within me. I began stroking my dick at the scene.
My wife released his prick and said, “You guys can jerk off to porn while your wives are getting their pussies’ filled by real studs. They crave it more than you know.”
She turned on a heel and strode down the hallway with her bull in tow to a bedroom where he would be fucking her brains out. It seemed to me he was highly anxious to slide his dick into her hot cunt. If so, I couldn’t blame him. Watching her hot body brandishing that whip and attired only in patent leather boots and collar, I wished it was me walking down that hallway with my wife.
I think most of the guys got immediate erections in her hot presence. Never in my life have I sat around with a group of naked guys jerking off as enthusiastically as fraternity buddies sharing brews; but here we were, all in high states of excitation and pounding our puds to a hot cuckold-themed DVD. Short Dick, with wide and wild eyes, was jerking faster than any of us. I had a notion I should be uncomfortable among these naked masturbaters, but I wasn’t. I was fevered and aroused. I don’t fully understand why but it was stirring and hot, all of us happily knowing our wives were being madly fucked at once under this roof.
I assumed that the “surprise” my wife had mentioned at home was that performance. But soon, an hour later, another would unfold and be unlike anything I’d ever witnessed.
The guy who accompanied as we roamed the house to watch our wives at the previous meeting stood and said to me, “Let’s go watch the wives.” He picked up a box of facial tissues from the couch’s side table.
We lingered at the door of the master bedroom where the host’s wife was being fucked by one of the newer bulls. She’s an elegant, 39-year-old, 5’6” woman with an athletic tanned body. She was standing, her hands supporting her upper body on their dresser as the guy fucked rapidly her from the rear. She clenched her teeth, staring into the dresser’s mirror and screeching in lust. My viewing buddy told me later she has a regular bull who’s a manager of the couples’ convenience store and gas stations. Their employee hasn’t been told about this club, most likely because the hostess doesn’t want to share him.
We heard my wife joyous screams above other moans of women and walked to that darkened bedroom two doors away. What we didn’t see and hear before we located the room where they were fucking was a moment in which he said, “You and your husband look a lot alike.” She kidded him, “Oh, he’s my older brother. We only have sex at his home.” She was then so caught up in their passionate sex wouldn’t think to tell him she was joking until they finished fucking, after my viewing buddy and I had left the room.
The Brit was fucking her in missionary position. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she shrieked, “Oh my god! It’s so good!” Each of us masturbated at the scene. My wife was in as high a state of excitation as I’ve ever seen. Her cries became mostly inaudible but some were clear, “Oh fuck me!” and “You’re so deep! Oh my god! I love it so much!” I tried to recall if she was that hot on our honeymoon. She probably was, but it didn’t seem like it as I watched her writhing body responding to his. Her head swung side to side against the pillow, and her hips rotated beneath his assault. I was cumming into a facial tissue within ten seconds from when we had arrived at the doorway.
We moved on to other downstairs rooms, watched a moment at each and headed upstairs. We stopped at the room where my watcher-friend’s 40-year-old wife was being plowed by my wife’s boyfriend. The host husband stood alongside the bed. His wife was on her hands and knees as he fucked her pussy from behind. The host stood with his back against us, but it was clear she was sucking his cock while being fucked. My wife’s boyfriend, I decided, was a pretty good bull for this sort of party. I’d thought his stamina was impressive the first time he fucked my wife at our home. I was told her husband is addicted to watching his wife serviced by other guys and prefers watching more than having sex with her; they have occasional sex, and she’s delighted with that arrangement.
We made our way back to the living room about the same time most other husbands were arriving there. Five or so minutes later, the hostess and my wife came in with a stack of white bed sheets and laid them onto the floor. The hostess said, “We have something else besides the movie for you to watch tonight. The bulls will be fucking your wives here on the floor. My wife and the hostess had visited the various bedrooms minutes previously and told the wives and bulls of the plan. None objected, and over the next couple of minutes the sex partners were walking in two by two.
The hostess’ husband asked all to change partners. The wives lay on their backs; some laughed as they glanced toward their spouses sitting naked on the couches and chairs. One said, “I don’t usually allow my husband to watch, so he probably won’t be able to contain himself.” That’s the moment I realized what my wife had said about “a surprise” on this night. Neither of us had experienced this before.
I know it didn’t take a genius for the hostess to plan all this, but at that moment it seemed brilliant. I was already stroking my dick again as did a couple of others.
It was at that moment a personal insight crossed my mind. I’ve been jerking off since I was twelve. All those years, I had unconsciously been training my dick for the pleasure of my hand. Throughout the nearly four years my wife has been a hotwife, I hadn’t realized why I needed my wife to fucked by another guy while I watched. I’m satisfied not having sex with other women, and the reason is I’ve trained my dick to enjoy my hand. Watching her isn’t just voyeurism. It’s the pleasure of my hand on my penis at the hottest possible scene I could witness. I now realized what had previously escaped me. I’m a hand-job man and need other men fucking my wife to satisfy my lustful cravings. Every time I watch and ejaculate, it’s like an explosion detonating inside my brain.
Wives and bulls whispered words to the other I couldn’t make out. My wife, though, was on her back just inches from my feet at the couch. She supported her body on her hands and knees, partnered with one of the group’s newest bulls I estimated to be in his late thirties.His rigid stick curved up to his belly. Her body shuddered in lust. She looked at me a moment, then turned her head about to the guy and gasped, “I’m so fucking hot. I need your cock.”
He’s about my height, an inch shorter than my wife. He urged her to a position facing me. He’s an exceptional alpha, and I suspected he wanted me to realize my wife was now his. He glanced to me a moment and grinned triumphantly, then returned his gaze to her shivering body.
Her hands grasped my knees for support. He said to her, “I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked in the door.” His dickhead is broad and purplish but the shaft is slender and smooth. I’m sure it’s veined but I didn’t spot any. My wife swirled her head about to watch as he guided his cockhead to her cunt’s opening. She squealed as it entered her folds. Her mouth opened wide with a scream. Her face turned up as if looking at me, but she wasn’t; her eyes rolled in their sockets as he zealously thrust into her cunt. Red streaks spider-webbed across her eyeballs like cherries floating in milk.
His flesh slapped in a rat-a-tat against her buttocks. She shut her eyes tightly and begged him to cum with her. He plowed on through her first orgasm and she cried, “It’s so fucking good.” Moans and sighs filled the room. Husbands stood with their backs against the walls, masturbating in unison as they watched the writhing bodies. I was among them, standing with my calves pressed against the couch behind me. Every guy I noticed held a tissue in the hand that wasn’t on his cock. I was unable to cum a second time, and my groin ached pleasurably as I stroked my cock.
My wife’s boyfriend fucked the group’s newest young wife while her older husband leaned his back against the bookcase; he moaned enviously as if helplessly wishing he was fucking his wife instead of the bull. Yet it seemed one of the hottest moments of his life. His wife sobbed and repeatedly cried out to her partner, “Thank you, thank you,” in seriously heated gratitude for his cock ramming through her pussy.
The orgy seemed endless, but all of that probably lasted no more than fifteen minutes. I slept overnight on a couch, and my wife slept in an upstairs bedroom with a bull I hadn’t met.
The next morning as I dressed, I was told three bulls were fucking the hostess in their marital bedroom while her husband was in the kitchen making coffee. My wife’s boyfriend was in a threesome with two wives, so my wife told him she would ride home with me.
We said our good-byes around ten that morning. My wife lost a false eyelash and earring during the night but said those weren’t worth looking for. Two wives asked my wife’s boyfriend for a threesome with them, so my wife told him she would ride home with me.
As we walked to the door, a man said to me, “Last night was one of the best ever for me. You’re lucky to have her as your wife.” I responded that I considered his wife as very attractive.
She told me as we were driving away that, although she didn’t have the whip at our home, she had been practicing her dominatrix act for a week whenever I wasn’t around. I asked if there was anything she didn’t like about the night. She said, “What’s not to like? Four guys fucked me, you must have jerked off a dozen times and we couldn’t find better friends anywhere.”
I laughed at that and said, “If I ever was able to jerk off ‘a dozen times’ on any night, I was then too young to remember it now.” She imitated the tone of a naive young girl, saying, “Oh, really? I didn’t know you can’t do that.”
Yeah, right. She knows my limitations.