Metamorphosis (not by Kafka)

[Shefaali_India]

It was the formative years when I was undergoing a metamorphosis from being a wife, to being an active hotwife.

The first man who managed to get my thighs spread open and insert his manhood inside me after my marriage, was a bachelor colleague of my husband. Let’s just call him R, after the initial of his first name. After that one time it was apparent that we both liked what he did to me and hence our need to get together was further intensified. Thus it was taken for granted that he would be my bull and I…well, I don’t know what it made me to him, maybe a sextoy. Neither of us ever felt emotionally drawn to each other. Our mutual need always began and ended with undressing and he fucking my brains out over repeated sessions each time that we would be together. This continued for quite a while and soon I acknowledged him as my other owner. Now, a man loves conquest…once that’s made he usually starts looking for other adventures. So was it with R. He got his possession secured now and knew his woman will herself spread open her thighs even before he would need to ask for it. Thus started his quest for how else he could enjoy his possession, his woman.

I guess somewhere along he found what he was looking for. One fine afternoon when my husband was in office, I got a call from R asking him to meet me at his house. This was nothing new and I reached there. After some really rough moments I finally found myself being spread open on his bed with he slumping down on top of me in missionary position. I realized my belly was sticky and slimy from all the semen that he had sprayed on me before pushing his erection back inside me to let it soften at its own pace. He embraced me from the top and after quite a bit of kissing me here and there said that he wanted to discuss a new idea with me. I said, ‘don’t get me pregnant; do whatever else you want to’. He smiled and complimented me on how good a girl I am. Then he said, ‘I want you to become my personal hotwife’.

“Hotwife”…what’s that? I mean I can understand I am a wife and he finds me hot enough to fuck me so very often…but what’s 'hotwife’? I am assuming my readers here are familiar with the term and so I won’t bother to define it. He explained the principle of being a hotwife. He said that although I am not his wife, he would still want to be my stag and send me to bulls of our mutual choice. Of course, my safety and confidentialy was of the highest priority but then he would still want me to get converted to a hotwife so that he can see me getting fucked by other men also and thus relish on his sense of ownership over me.

I didn’t know whether to call the idea an absurd one or a doable one. But it certainly wasn’t one that I could discard immediately. He sensed my dilemma. The first bull that he found for me was someone known to him through his work, but that’s a different story for some other time. After having met with success with the first bull, he concentrated to get me more aware and intellectually opened. He said, 'it would be a good idea to share you with my four really close friends. We are friends since long and they are also married, as you are. So they completely understand the need to be discreet. Besides, it is a pact that all the wives in the group will be made accessible to all the men at will’.

I asked, 'really? there are pacts like that in this world’?

He laughed and said, 'it is something that we decided and stayed true so far…they have married women who are on the same bandwidth as their husband’s and thus implementing the pact hasn’t been a problem as yet. The only black sheep within this group of five men is I myself’.

'Because you are not married and thus couldn’t bring the sacrifice to the alter’?

He nodded and said 'I have only been enjoying the companionship of the other wives but never had anyone to offer to them in return’.

'And now you are planning to offer me to them’? I asked.

'Yes, if you agree. They are educated and cultured gentlemen, who just happens to love sex as an act by itself, just as you and I do. Besides it will be one more aspect of life that you will get exposed to and knowing you, I can promise you are going to love this’.

I told R I would think about it. For a while he seemed to forget about the idea and once again it was just me and him copulating on his bed during the afternoons or early evenings. Due to a new position that opened up in my husband’s office, one that he coveted for, my husband got a posting abroad. For certain personal reasons (no, sex with R wasn’t one of them) I decided to stay in India while my husband would visit me half yearly.

Needless to mention, R started spending the nights with me at my house itself, arriving late night and leaving early morning, leaving both of us happily sleepless in between in intervals. He persuaded me till I agreed to meet the group of him and his four frends. He said that they know of me and have seen videos of me getting fucked by R on numerous counts and that they are eager to meet me. They said although the group norm said only the women belonging to the men can be shared, ie wives of the men, but in many ways I also is a possession of R and thus if he wanted he could share me with the group and they would accept it as R fulfilling his promise to bring his possession to be shared with the men. I was apprehensive but somewhere along I felt that I was ok to be with the group.

Once I approved to R, he coordinated with his friends. R explained the process of sharing. Typically the 'wife/woman’ who will be shared is brought to the country-house of one of the richer friends over the weekend. Having brought her there, the owner would officially renounce his rights over his possession and hand over the wife/woman to the group for their use in whatever form or shape they wanted to. At the end of the weekend the wife/woman will once again be handed back to her owner to be taken home. Usually the owner was not supposed to claim his woman for sex during this period because she was supposed to be for exclusive use of the group. But there were exceptions made at the request of the woman when she needed company of her owner.

On the designated weekend, around eleven in the morning, I was brought into the country-house, quite some distance from the city. A typical rich mans bungalow, surrounded by high walls, swimming pool, a big lawn and garden inside. The rooms on the second floor was where the wife/woman would be used while the owner is required to stay on the ground floor and can come up only if the woman needs him and the group agrees to it. Such elaborate processes were beginning to somewhat freak me out. I have never been with more than two men at the same time before and here we were talking about four. I think they read my mind. I was astonished at the warmth with which the group welcomed me as their newest friend and how comfortable they made me feel even before a single strand of thread was removed off me. All decent and educated men who, like me and my stag, enjoyed sex for the sake of what it is, ie. sex. They took me for a tour of the bungalow, showing me the room(s) where I would be spending the night and the following day. The rooms looked to be decorated with superior furnishings and the linen on the bed was as white as milk. The cushion was soooooo soft. The warmth and the friendliness of the entire group started soothing my nerves and I started feeling very homely with the entire group. It didn’t take me long to feel that I belong to them. Soon enough it was announced that the hand over must take place now and as a part of the process all the five friends sat on the lounge chairs by the swimming pool. I was asked to step forward and strip myself before them. It still did feel slightly embarrassing to stand before the group and strip myself piece by piece till I was completely in nude. The sincere encouragement and support the group provided during that act made me happy and to look forward to being with them. R got up and held my hand and brought me closer to the chairs where the group was sitting and said, 'all yours to use’.

One of the members (who were all still dressed in shorts) quickly pulled me into his lap. I could feel immensely… immensely fondled and touched and felt and pleasured. From the video that my stag recorded this while, I found myself giggling endlessly as the bulls took turns to touch and feel me as I kept getting passed from lap to lap, eventually before being carried to the second floor bedroom. I was sandwiched and folded and stretched and opened and explored and used by the bulls repeatedly. Once the first session was completed I found myself glistening and polished all over my belly, breasts, face and thighs from the semen that they had dumped on me.

Since I was there overnight the weekend, the bulls kept repeating themselves with me, sometimes as a group and sometimes individually but in presence and full view of the others. I could make out from their comments that they all envied my stag for possessing me and we had a good laugh about it. I was gifted the bridal gift of a gold necklace and silver anklet.

Being ‘admitted’ to the group and having passed their ‘test’, I became the favorite of them. Over time which continues still, I keep getting escorted to the same country-house (or other places at times) to be handed over to the group for their use. I must be shameless when I admit it that I look forward to be with them. They know how to ensure that I get the maximum fun and pleasure from being used by them.

[jamorgan66]

Those must be delightful videos.

[Shefaali_India]

Those must be delightful videos.

haha...funny watching them later.