“My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
“My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
I have been a quiet follower of this sub for about years without participating much. So I wanted to share a summary of my wannabe journey and use this as a journal to look back to as hopefully we move towards making this a reality. At the time I write this we have yet to act on the fantasy. I’m starting this now because I have a strong sense that if the stars align just right this could become a reality soon. And that’s both exciting and terrifying.
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Part 1 - Our Beginning
About five years ago I found myself hyper focused on watching my wife sexually with another person. It’s hard to know for sure when this started but there are some events that come to mind that perhaps triggered this kink.
My wife has always told me she is bewildered by the fact I am not a jealous person. I considered it was because I’m feeling safe and secure around her and she has never done anything to make me feel jealous over. But it’s more likely it has to do with my psychology, upbringing, our financial and of course, a long history of viewing porn.
I also believe it had something to do with how we started dating. We both come from very conservative backgrounds and our families were friends visiting each other a few times over the years prior to us even being of dating age.
When I was 20 yo I visited her town and part of the trip involved hanging out with her brothers among other friends. It was here that I first noticed her beauty. Out of respect for her brothers I did not make a move to talk to her more than hanging out in a group setting.
On that trip there was another guy (James) who was absolutely smitten by her and had been trying to convince her to date for a few months by this point. She clearly had no interest and he was not getting the message.
On one of the group hikes she approached me and asked if I could stay close to her because she would like to put some distance between her and James who was trying way too hard.
I was quite glad to and we immediately had a great connection. She would eventually point out how depressive and quiet James had gotten and by the end of the day he had sent her some depressing messages. She was just glad he was getting the message.
The following day she asked me to push it even more and in a sense “pretend you’re into me…”
I obliged without objection and clearly there was no need to pretend. The only pretending I did was that I was pretending. This in a way allowed me display the best “game” of my life because after all we were “playing pretend.”
At the end of the trip under the guise of of ‘pretend’ I pointed out that James was facing our direction probably 20 yards away or so and that this would be a good moment for a “pretend kiss.”
She immediately blushed and opened herself up moving her shoulders and hair back inviting me in for a quick kiss that left both of us thirsty for so much more.
Needless to say that our little game worked perfectly in convincing James that she is no longer available.
She would later write and thank me for participating which essentially was how we begin dating. Eighteen months later we were married.
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Part 1 - Our Beginning
About five years ago I found myself hyper focused on watching my wife sexually with another person. It’s hard to know for sure when this started but there are some events that come to mind that perhaps triggered this kink.
My wife has always told me she is bewildered by the fact I am not a jealous person. I considered it was because I’m feeling safe and secure around her and she has never done anything to make me feel jealous over. But it’s more likely it has to do with my psychology, upbringing, our financial and of course, a long history of viewing porn.
I also believe it had something to do with how we started dating. We both come from very conservative backgrounds and our families were friends visiting each other a few times over the years prior to us even being of dating age.
When I was 20 yo I visited her town and part of the trip involved hanging out with her brothers among other friends. It was here that I first noticed her beauty. Out of respect for her brothers I did not make a move to talk to her more than hanging out in a group setting.
On that trip there was another guy (James) who was absolutely smitten by her and had been trying to convince her to date for a few months by this point. She clearly had no interest and he was not getting the message.
On one of the group hikes she approached me and asked if I could stay close to her because she would like to put some distance between her and James who was trying way too hard.
I was quite glad to and we immediately had a great connection. She would eventually point out how depressive and quiet James had gotten and by the end of the day he had sent her some depressing messages. She was just glad he was getting the message.
The following day she asked me to push it even more and in a sense “pretend you’re into me…”
I obliged without objection and clearly there was no need to pretend. The only pretending I did was that I was pretending. This in a way allowed me display the best “game” of my life because after all we were “playing pretend.”
At the end of the trip under the guise of of ‘pretend’ I pointed out that James was facing our direction probably 20 yards away or so and that this would be a good moment for a “pretend kiss.”
She immediately blushed and opened herself up moving her shoulders and hair back inviting me in for a quick kiss that left both of us thirsty for so much more.
Needless to say that our little game worked perfectly in convincing James that she is no longer available.
She would later write and thank me for participating which essentially was how we begin dating. Eighteen months later we were married.
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My wife gets noticed and I don’t understand why I like it!
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About four years or so ago and seven years into our marriage we attended a series of very formal events where we made new friends.
At each of those events a male acquaintance I had just met complimented me for finding such a beautiful wife. Although I already knew this, each time it made me blush with pride and a weird sense of euphoria that someone noticed her. I would tell her this and she would blush but because she has no idea how beautiful she really is she did not quite believe me.
I did not think much of it until around the holidays when we spent some time with a family acquaintance whose wife had passed away unexpectedly earlier that year.
He had two kids and since my wife is naturally a nurturer his kids really became attached to my wife over those three days.
My wife was also going through a difficult time emotionally because of some turmoil in her side of the family. This made her a bit vulnerable and she herself became a bit attached to the kids.
On the way home I highlighted this and how sad it is that they are craving so much for a mother figure. She acknowledged it then added that she needs to get something off her chest.
“I think John was flirting with me and although I was not sure at first it became obvious every time you were more than ten feet away.”
My heart was beating fast in my chest and I didn’t know where this would go.
She then added. “To be honest I have to confess that for whatever reason I found myself liking his attention. I don’t know why but I think it’s because I could relate to his loss.”
She apologized and at this moment I found myself extremely conflicted. For whatever reason I found myself sympathizing with both, but very guilty that I didn’t feel jealousy.
More than that I found myself get very aroused. I grabbed her hand as I was driving, I tangled my fingers with hers and kissed her hand as I thanked her for sharing this with me. I did not dare share what I was feeling as I wasn’t quite sure what it is.
Over the following days I found myself thinking about how so many men have made it a point to highlight my wife’s beauty. And although in each case the compliments were very wholesome, there was something I found erotic in it but this only after this last experience.
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About four years or so ago and seven years into our marriage we attended a series of very formal events where we made new friends.
At each of those events a male acquaintance I had just met complimented me for finding such a beautiful wife. Although I already knew this, each time it made me blush with pride and a weird sense of euphoria that someone noticed her. I would tell her this and she would blush but because she has no idea how beautiful she really is she did not quite believe me.
I did not think much of it until around the holidays when we spent some time with a family acquaintance whose wife had passed away unexpectedly earlier that year.
He had two kids and since my wife is naturally a nurturer his kids really became attached to my wife over those three days.
My wife was also going through a difficult time emotionally because of some turmoil in her side of the family. This made her a bit vulnerable and she herself became a bit attached to the kids.
On the way home I highlighted this and how sad it is that they are craving so much for a mother figure. She acknowledged it then added that she needs to get something off her chest.
“I think John was flirting with me and although I was not sure at first it became obvious every time you were more than ten feet away.”
My heart was beating fast in my chest and I didn’t know where this would go.
She then added. “To be honest I have to confess that for whatever reason I found myself liking his attention. I don’t know why but I think it’s because I could relate to his loss.”
She apologized and at this moment I found myself extremely conflicted. For whatever reason I found myself sympathizing with both, but very guilty that I didn’t feel jealousy.
More than that I found myself get very aroused. I grabbed her hand as I was driving, I tangled my fingers with hers and kissed her hand as I thanked her for sharing this with me. I did not dare share what I was feeling as I wasn’t quite sure what it is.
Over the following days I found myself thinking about how so many men have made it a point to highlight my wife’s beauty. And although in each case the compliments were very wholesome, there was something I found erotic in it but this only after this last experience.
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Part 3 - So There’s a Name to This Fantasy
I don’t remember exactly where and how but soon after the incident in part two I came across the word hotwife and its meaning. I researched and went down a rabbit hole that was all tangled. I knew I wasn’t a cuck for example, but I did not want to be a pimp for my wife either. In researching the topic I begin to envision my wife more and more as a hotwife.
Over the following months my wife had begun watching a couple of TV series that happened to have a good amount of sex scenes. I begin to notice that often her arousal and initiation of sex followed right after she closed the tv.
I teased her about it a few times but it did not bother me at all. I was quite enjoying her sexual energy. I also started watching one of the series with her and I could see why she was so aroused. They were decent stories loaded with romance and good looking characters.
At some point we would head to the bedroom immediately after an episode as we were both craving each other, and of course she would ask me to bring her to an orgasm with the help of her favorite vibrator.
I do not remember if it was her or I that gave a name to her vibrator but that name was the name of the main character in one of her shows.
I capitalized on this and would ask her before bringing her vibrator if she would like to invite “Uthred” over. This playfulness continued until one time quite by accident we found ourself in a position where her vibrator and my cock were in her pussy at the same time.
Neither of us lasted long and and after climaxing she said “wow didn’t think both of you could fit in there…”
This became ours - and especially her - favorite position. I would imagine the character in bed with us, and her sandwiched between us, but for many months I would not verbalize it even when I could read in her eyes she was doing the same.
Eventually I worked up the courage - after a few cups of wine - and would whisper to her a scenario where her favorite character and I devour her.
Her body would enter a trance and orgasm after orgasm would flow. Sometimes she’d place her palm over my lips and feign an attempt to stop me from vocalizing what both us were clearly thinking and desiring.
Six months or so of these roleplaying fantasy with a fictional character would pass but in my mind I was looking for the right opportunity to tell her about what it means to be a hotwife.
I do not remember what caused me to blurt it out but one night as we were getting started into our role-play I paused and told her I have something to share.
I told her how earlier that day on the radio I had heard someone talk about this thing called “hotwives.” She paused for a second and I realized the ‘cat is out of the bag’ therefore I must continue the thought.
I explained to her that there are men who are turned on by watching their wives have sex with other men and that in a weird way I too am aroused at this thought of watching her being pleased by a man she finds attractive.
Although she seemed a bit bewildered she was not turned off and instead she listened to me before assuring me that “you know that will never happen right??”
“Of course not…” I said. “but it doesn’t mean we cannot pretend!”
I didn’t realize the implications at the time, but now I look back and realize just how similar our pretend game how four relationship started. (you can read that in Part 1)
I don’t remember exactly where and how but soon after the incident in part two I came across the word hotwife and its meaning. I researched and went down a rabbit hole that was all tangled. I knew I wasn’t a cuck for example, but I did not want to be a pimp for my wife either. In researching the topic I begin to envision my wife more and more as a hotwife.
Over the following months my wife had begun watching a couple of TV series that happened to have a good amount of sex scenes. I begin to notice that often her arousal and initiation of sex followed right after she closed the tv.
I teased her about it a few times but it did not bother me at all. I was quite enjoying her sexual energy. I also started watching one of the series with her and I could see why she was so aroused. They were decent stories loaded with romance and good looking characters.
At some point we would head to the bedroom immediately after an episode as we were both craving each other, and of course she would ask me to bring her to an orgasm with the help of her favorite vibrator.
I do not remember if it was her or I that gave a name to her vibrator but that name was the name of the main character in one of her shows.
I capitalized on this and would ask her before bringing her vibrator if she would like to invite “Uthred” over. This playfulness continued until one time quite by accident we found ourself in a position where her vibrator and my cock were in her pussy at the same time.
Neither of us lasted long and and after climaxing she said “wow didn’t think both of you could fit in there…”
This became ours - and especially her - favorite position. I would imagine the character in bed with us, and her sandwiched between us, but for many months I would not verbalize it even when I could read in her eyes she was doing the same.
Eventually I worked up the courage - after a few cups of wine - and would whisper to her a scenario where her favorite character and I devour her.
Her body would enter a trance and orgasm after orgasm would flow. Sometimes she’d place her palm over my lips and feign an attempt to stop me from vocalizing what both us were clearly thinking and desiring.
Six months or so of these roleplaying fantasy with a fictional character would pass but in my mind I was looking for the right opportunity to tell her about what it means to be a hotwife.
I do not remember what caused me to blurt it out but one night as we were getting started into our role-play I paused and told her I have something to share.
I told her how earlier that day on the radio I had heard someone talk about this thing called “hotwives.” She paused for a second and I realized the ‘cat is out of the bag’ therefore I must continue the thought.
I explained to her that there are men who are turned on by watching their wives have sex with other men and that in a weird way I too am aroused at this thought of watching her being pleased by a man she finds attractive.
Although she seemed a bit bewildered she was not turned off and instead she listened to me before assuring me that “you know that will never happen right??”
“Of course not…” I said. “but it doesn’t mean we cannot pretend!”
I didn’t realize the implications at the time, but now I look back and realize just how similar our pretend game how four relationship started. (you can read that in Part 1)
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Hahaha! Leggysandy was horny for that guy as well.
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Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Bringing the fantasy to reality can be exceptionally exciting and terrifying!
It's both, really.
Moving from fantasy to reality can be difficult. That's not to say there's some magic word or words to move it along, but many people are quite happy to keep it fantasy, and are too daunted by the possibilities of reality. In our society, we are not brought up to think that non-monogamy is ok. It's even worse when it's non-monogamy with permission. In fact, more people are non-receptive to people who engage in consensual non-monogamy than people who are cheating. With most people, your programming is SCREAMING at you that THIS IS WRONG! WE CAN'T BE DOING THIS!
Yet, the fantasy is there. If the fantasy is there, there's a longing for it. That's not to say that having the longing is proof that you must follow through on it. It's just proof that the part of a person screaming that it can't be done isn't entirely in control, and isn't entirely right either.
You've planted the seed. She's obviously very turned on by the idea, and finds it highly erotic. Never push. Talk, discuss, and let it grow in her. Based on what you've written, I'd say there's a decent chance that some day in the future you'll be enjoying your wife having sex with another man. Just make sure it's her fantasy coming to reality, and not just yours.
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Moving from fantasy to reality can be difficult. That's not to say there's some magic word or words to move it along, but many people are quite happy to keep it fantasy, and are too daunted by the possibilities of reality. In our society, we are not brought up to think that non-monogamy is ok. It's even worse when it's non-monogamy with permission. In fact, more people are non-receptive to people who engage in consensual non-monogamy than people who are cheating. With most people, your programming is SCREAMING at you that THIS IS WRONG! WE CAN'T BE DOING THIS!
Yet, the fantasy is there. If the fantasy is there, there's a longing for it. That's not to say that having the longing is proof that you must follow through on it. It's just proof that the part of a person screaming that it can't be done isn't entirely in control, and isn't entirely right either.
You've planted the seed. She's obviously very turned on by the idea, and finds it highly erotic. Never push. Talk, discuss, and let it grow in her. Based on what you've written, I'd say there's a decent chance that some day in the future you'll be enjoying your wife having sex with another man. Just make sure it's her fantasy coming to reality, and not just yours.
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This is true. I have to say. Although it has been 4+ years since I first shared my fantasy I can’t believe how much fun it’s been even without making it happen irl ….yet.bbarnsworth wrote: ↑Tue Jul 23, 2024 5:16 pmBringing the fantasy to reality can be exceptionally exciting and terrifying!It's both, really.
Looking back I think I verbalized it pretty quick after finding out my kink. I have read some men kept it quiet for years.
Although sometimes I had anxiety about how she reacts as I continue on fantasizing about Incan also see that her response has been extremely positive in spite of her insistence that it will never happen.
I feel like a lucky man!
stand by for part 4.
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Part 4
Making sense of the fantasy
A few weeks into us “pretending” e had a family vacation planned with our kids and two other family friends and their kids.
It was a short three day trip that allowed us to spend some time together on the road to talk. Naturally we eventually came to talk about the kink that I had just disclosed to her a few days prior.
As many wives in her position likely have done in the past, she started by emphasizing how this will never happen in real life. And that in the case I’m thinking I should be allowed to see other women she will have no problem filing for divorce.
I reassured her this is not the case, and I really meant it. I also reassured her that I’m okay with this remaining just a fantasy —- but I really didn’t mean this last part.
My guess is that she knew I was not entirely honest at the second part but was more interested in finding out the ‘why’ and for ‘how long’ this has been turn on. And the four hour drive was the perfect opportunity to dive deep and ask myself these questions as well.
I explained how I believe it’s rooted in how we started our relationship, (see part 1) the experience of hearing other men compliment her beauty and I finally opened up and told her that John’s advances the year prior, and her confession that she liked his attention aroused me at the time.
She laughed so I reached over grabbed her hand, and placed it on my hard cock. She gasped in disbelief as she stroked it through my shorts before declaring her love and affection for me and my “weird brain.”
Although taking the trip with the kids and with friends was not ideal considering how sex-charged we were at the time it was still a great experience. Over the three days at the beach we would dive deeper into this fantasy and make some erotic memories together.
Making sense of the fantasy
A few weeks into us “pretending” e had a family vacation planned with our kids and two other family friends and their kids.
It was a short three day trip that allowed us to spend some time together on the road to talk. Naturally we eventually came to talk about the kink that I had just disclosed to her a few days prior.
As many wives in her position likely have done in the past, she started by emphasizing how this will never happen in real life. And that in the case I’m thinking I should be allowed to see other women she will have no problem filing for divorce.
I reassured her this is not the case, and I really meant it. I also reassured her that I’m okay with this remaining just a fantasy —- but I really didn’t mean this last part.
My guess is that she knew I was not entirely honest at the second part but was more interested in finding out the ‘why’ and for ‘how long’ this has been turn on. And the four hour drive was the perfect opportunity to dive deep and ask myself these questions as well.
I explained how I believe it’s rooted in how we started our relationship, (see part 1) the experience of hearing other men compliment her beauty and I finally opened up and told her that John’s advances the year prior, and her confession that she liked his attention aroused me at the time.
She laughed so I reached over grabbed her hand, and placed it on my hard cock. She gasped in disbelief as she stroked it through my shorts before declaring her love and affection for me and my “weird brain.”
Although taking the trip with the kids and with friends was not ideal considering how sex-charged we were at the time it was still a great experience. Over the three days at the beach we would dive deeper into this fantasy and make some erotic memories together.
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Part 5 - The Bartender
We arrived at the beach and settled in into the shared beach house with our friends. Later that night we managed some time alone after we were tasked with the mission to get food and drinks for the group. We picked a popular restaurant with a bar a few miles from our stay. We sat at the bar and had a drink as we waited for our large takeout order to be completed. The bartender was a young guy in his twenties and he was very friendly to both of us but at the moment I was a bit tuned out so I must have missed the chemistry between him and my wife.
As we were heading out my wife whispered time that the bartender winked at her and was clearly checking her out. She went further and said “he was pretty cute, and stared into my eyes for a long time.”
I have been married to her for over 10 years by this time and I never imagined my wholesome beautiful wife would ever think such thoughts, never-mind speak them out loud. I was instantly turned on and for the rest of the trip our chemistry was through the roof, to the point we felt afraid the two other couples that joined us would feel bothered by our teenage-like sexual energy.
That night after everyone was asleep I asked her if she’d like to sneak out and get a drink from the bar. Although I was serious I knew it was unlikely that she would agree. Instead we begin to make love as quietly as possible.
Consistent with our roleplays in the past where our third was always a movie character in this case for the first time our third was a “real” person.
Because of proximity to our friends sleeping just a floor above us we could not ravage each other and the way we normally do.
So I spooned her from behind and entered her as I whispered into her ear what I hoped the bartender would doing to her.
She used her hand to massage her clitoris as I entered her. Although she normally would need a vibrator to massage her clitoris in order to orgasm, this time I could sense she was very close to climax by the way she backed her body against mine and her intense breathing.
I whispered to her how sensual it would be to see her sandwiched between us, to feel his cock press against her ass, and how she would grab it and guide it in her wet pussy.
Before I finished the thought she reached for the pillow with her spare hand and covered her face to subdue her uncontrollable moans.
This was the first of four orgasms she would have that night as we sheepishly made love and fantasized about inviting the bartender in.
The rest of the trip was winks and smiles everyone I would point out someone that I knew she would find attractive in the beach. She even shook her head once in disagreement before subtly pointing me to instead look at another man in his 40s that has a strong CrossFit body.
On our way home from the trip there was an incredible sexual and romantic energy between us. I felt understood, and although a bit anxious still, she made me feel comfortable opening up about what I feel in spite of the fact I didn’t quite understand it yet.
Her face radiated with a blissful, ever-present smile the entire drive home.
As soon as we arrived home we snuck away to our bedroom where we made love. No roleplaying or thought about it. Just us making love and enjoying the newfound sexual energy.
We arrived at the beach and settled in into the shared beach house with our friends. Later that night we managed some time alone after we were tasked with the mission to get food and drinks for the group. We picked a popular restaurant with a bar a few miles from our stay. We sat at the bar and had a drink as we waited for our large takeout order to be completed. The bartender was a young guy in his twenties and he was very friendly to both of us but at the moment I was a bit tuned out so I must have missed the chemistry between him and my wife.
As we were heading out my wife whispered time that the bartender winked at her and was clearly checking her out. She went further and said “he was pretty cute, and stared into my eyes for a long time.”
I have been married to her for over 10 years by this time and I never imagined my wholesome beautiful wife would ever think such thoughts, never-mind speak them out loud. I was instantly turned on and for the rest of the trip our chemistry was through the roof, to the point we felt afraid the two other couples that joined us would feel bothered by our teenage-like sexual energy.
That night after everyone was asleep I asked her if she’d like to sneak out and get a drink from the bar. Although I was serious I knew it was unlikely that she would agree. Instead we begin to make love as quietly as possible.
Consistent with our roleplays in the past where our third was always a movie character in this case for the first time our third was a “real” person.
Because of proximity to our friends sleeping just a floor above us we could not ravage each other and the way we normally do.
So I spooned her from behind and entered her as I whispered into her ear what I hoped the bartender would doing to her.
She used her hand to massage her clitoris as I entered her. Although she normally would need a vibrator to massage her clitoris in order to orgasm, this time I could sense she was very close to climax by the way she backed her body against mine and her intense breathing.
I whispered to her how sensual it would be to see her sandwiched between us, to feel his cock press against her ass, and how she would grab it and guide it in her wet pussy.
Before I finished the thought she reached for the pillow with her spare hand and covered her face to subdue her uncontrollable moans.
This was the first of four orgasms she would have that night as we sheepishly made love and fantasized about inviting the bartender in.
The rest of the trip was winks and smiles everyone I would point out someone that I knew she would find attractive in the beach. She even shook her head once in disagreement before subtly pointing me to instead look at another man in his 40s that has a strong CrossFit body.
On our way home from the trip there was an incredible sexual and romantic energy between us. I felt understood, and although a bit anxious still, she made me feel comfortable opening up about what I feel in spite of the fact I didn’t quite understand it yet.
Her face radiated with a blissful, ever-present smile the entire drive home.
As soon as we arrived home we snuck away to our bedroom where we made love. No roleplaying or thought about it. Just us making love and enjoying the newfound sexual energy.
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Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Ahem. This information is.. very acceptable.
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Love your story and the details, what happened next?
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Part 6
Planning a new beach trip just the two of us
It has been four years since that beach trip where I opened up and communicated this fantasy outside of the bedroom. In these years we had some incredible moments in the bedroom just the two of us.
From the beginning of this year we had been planning a couples only vacation but just could not make it work. In June we finally booked that vacation. We went to the same destination where we went on our honey moon 12 years ago. Stayed in the same hotel and even reserved the same room. It was incredibly restful and incredibly romantic. The resort has its private beach, adults only pool, (but not lifestyle at all) and pergolas tucked in the brushes with small sections of beach opening surrounded by brush that give lots of privacy.
She was so looking forward to it and I was very much so as well. Before the trip I ordered her some swimwear that was on the “cheeky” side. She is extremely modest usually and would never wear a thong bikini on the beach so I thought I’d find something that was as revealing as possible without being classified a thong.
There were four swimsuits I ordered and In my mind I rated them according to how much they revealed. I wanted to make sure that each one is more revealing than what she would normally wear, but I wanted her to have options and wear the ones she felt most comfortable with.
Before the trip she tried one on each night and each time I would peal it off of her the. We would end up fucking our brains out fantasizing about our upcoming trip. We were counting the days, hours and minutes.
Her Friend’s Affair
Two days before the trip we were a bit stressed about the logistics of travel and babysitting. I was a bit lazy and she prepared the whole trip. Admittedly I was too much in my head fantasizing about how I could move the needle toward hotwifing on the trip.
I decided to research some hotwife stories she could read on the beach. The problem is she has never read anything like this, and just like she is repulsed by porn, it was fair to assume this would not go well if I recommended it. There was also the difficulty of reading a phone screen on a bright sunny beach.
My solution was to find the right story, then use a text to audio app to turn it into an audio book and that perhaps it would be easier to have her listen to a story.
I wanted to keep this from her before the trip as I was afraid of her shutting down the idea - and the trip all-together if I Came across to aggressive with the fantasy.
She must have noticed my stress and my unusual time spent on the phone (trying to find the right story, and make sure the audio would work e.t.c.)
I was very protective of my phone and she noticed. Her energy changed and she felt like I had something (or someone) to hide.
This was about three days before our trip. She didn’t know what to do as she was afraid to confront me so she shut down for about a day and a half and there was some tension that I cannot put my finger as to why.
On that evening she went out to a girls game night with three of her closest friends.
When my wife came home that evening we had been “off” for over 24 hours. We communicated but I could sense my wife was bothered by something tho I didn’t know yet what it was that was worrying her.
There, with her three closest friends after a few drinks one of her friends came out and confessed she is in the middle of an affair.
Her friend described in detail how she had been communicating with a married man in her friend group for over a year.
Then in more detail he friend described how they finally consummated their affair earlier that week. How he kissed her, how he ate her pussy, how he carried her to his guest bedroom and fucked her without a condom. And how “safe” she felt when he ultimately unloaded deep inside her.
My wife really wanted to share all this gossip with me but felt awkward doing so considering we were “not ourselves.”
When we went to bed I was not yet aware of what transpired at her game night.
After a few minutes of attempting to sleep she turned around and forced herself to ask me: “Why are you always on your phone? And why are you so protective of it?”
It was clear that what she was asking was “Are you cheating on me?”
I believe her friend’s story amplified her fears and she felt compelled to ‘confront me.’
I sat up, turned on the night light, I put my head down and handed her my phone with a sense of embarrassment.
I had no choice but to spill the beans. So I told her that in anticipation for our trip I was looking for, and found a “hotwife erotic story” that I was daydreaming of having her listen to or read.
I confessed I was embarrassed as I thought she would look down on me for being so hyper-focused on the hotwife fantasy. That I didn’t want her to see all the hotwife literature I had opened on my phone.
She took a deep breath, put her face in her hands, and she begin to laugh at the silliness of all this.
In that moment I felt both silly and relieved. Was she just fine with my hotwife research?
Perhaps even turned on by it?
I wouldn’t know for sure for another hour or so.
She didn’t go through my phone as she could see this was really the case.
Now that the the tension between us completely dissipated she was very giddy about spilling the beans. (Dear wives. Please know that whatever you share with your married girlfriends they will 100% share with their husbands.)
Which she did.
She did so with shock, disbelief, disappointment (in her friend). But I could also sense a bit of repressed sexual excitement as well. I listened to the steamy details, pretending to be shocked but in my mind I was imagining it was my wife who was the culprit of this steamy affair.
After she unloaded all the details she cuddled up against me, and as if she was reading my mind she added “what would you do if I came home and confessed to you that I I’m having a steamy affair…?”
She stopped herself.
Sat up to look at my face. Smiled, then broke into a silly laughter as she placed her hand on my boxers, stroked my cock that was just getting hard and kissed me.
I sat up kissed her and we both begin to aggressively undress each other. Just before I entered her extremely wet pussy she added “You know that’s just a tease…. I could never cheat on you…”
I pretended I didn’t hear it, because I didn’t want to hear that. And honestly I believe she said it to distract me from just how drenched her pussy was. (It worked in the moment but my cock remembers the sensation of her wet pussy was just different that night.)
When we finally settled into a rhythm as we made love, she smiled at me and asked “why don’t you whisper to me what the story you want me to read on the trip is about…?!”
I was incredulous. My wife came home with a drenched pussy after listening to the steamy details of her friend’s affair. I have my cock inside her and the one thing she wants to hear is a steamy hotwife adventure.
I was never more excited for an upcoming trip than I was at this moment.
Planning a new beach trip just the two of us
It has been four years since that beach trip where I opened up and communicated this fantasy outside of the bedroom. In these years we had some incredible moments in the bedroom just the two of us.
From the beginning of this year we had been planning a couples only vacation but just could not make it work. In June we finally booked that vacation. We went to the same destination where we went on our honey moon 12 years ago. Stayed in the same hotel and even reserved the same room. It was incredibly restful and incredibly romantic. The resort has its private beach, adults only pool, (but not lifestyle at all) and pergolas tucked in the brushes with small sections of beach opening surrounded by brush that give lots of privacy.
She was so looking forward to it and I was very much so as well. Before the trip I ordered her some swimwear that was on the “cheeky” side. She is extremely modest usually and would never wear a thong bikini on the beach so I thought I’d find something that was as revealing as possible without being classified a thong.
There were four swimsuits I ordered and In my mind I rated them according to how much they revealed. I wanted to make sure that each one is more revealing than what she would normally wear, but I wanted her to have options and wear the ones she felt most comfortable with.
Before the trip she tried one on each night and each time I would peal it off of her the. We would end up fucking our brains out fantasizing about our upcoming trip. We were counting the days, hours and minutes.
Her Friend’s Affair
Two days before the trip we were a bit stressed about the logistics of travel and babysitting. I was a bit lazy and she prepared the whole trip. Admittedly I was too much in my head fantasizing about how I could move the needle toward hotwifing on the trip.
I decided to research some hotwife stories she could read on the beach. The problem is she has never read anything like this, and just like she is repulsed by porn, it was fair to assume this would not go well if I recommended it. There was also the difficulty of reading a phone screen on a bright sunny beach.
My solution was to find the right story, then use a text to audio app to turn it into an audio book and that perhaps it would be easier to have her listen to a story.
I wanted to keep this from her before the trip as I was afraid of her shutting down the idea - and the trip all-together if I Came across to aggressive with the fantasy.
She must have noticed my stress and my unusual time spent on the phone (trying to find the right story, and make sure the audio would work e.t.c.)
I was very protective of my phone and she noticed. Her energy changed and she felt like I had something (or someone) to hide.
This was about three days before our trip. She didn’t know what to do as she was afraid to confront me so she shut down for about a day and a half and there was some tension that I cannot put my finger as to why.
On that evening she went out to a girls game night with three of her closest friends.
When my wife came home that evening we had been “off” for over 24 hours. We communicated but I could sense my wife was bothered by something tho I didn’t know yet what it was that was worrying her.
There, with her three closest friends after a few drinks one of her friends came out and confessed she is in the middle of an affair.
Her friend described in detail how she had been communicating with a married man in her friend group for over a year.
Then in more detail he friend described how they finally consummated their affair earlier that week. How he kissed her, how he ate her pussy, how he carried her to his guest bedroom and fucked her without a condom. And how “safe” she felt when he ultimately unloaded deep inside her.
My wife really wanted to share all this gossip with me but felt awkward doing so considering we were “not ourselves.”
When we went to bed I was not yet aware of what transpired at her game night.
After a few minutes of attempting to sleep she turned around and forced herself to ask me: “Why are you always on your phone? And why are you so protective of it?”
It was clear that what she was asking was “Are you cheating on me?”
I believe her friend’s story amplified her fears and she felt compelled to ‘confront me.’
I sat up, turned on the night light, I put my head down and handed her my phone with a sense of embarrassment.
I had no choice but to spill the beans. So I told her that in anticipation for our trip I was looking for, and found a “hotwife erotic story” that I was daydreaming of having her listen to or read.
I confessed I was embarrassed as I thought she would look down on me for being so hyper-focused on the hotwife fantasy. That I didn’t want her to see all the hotwife literature I had opened on my phone.
She took a deep breath, put her face in her hands, and she begin to laugh at the silliness of all this.
In that moment I felt both silly and relieved. Was she just fine with my hotwife research?
Perhaps even turned on by it?
I wouldn’t know for sure for another hour or so.
She didn’t go through my phone as she could see this was really the case.
Now that the the tension between us completely dissipated she was very giddy about spilling the beans. (Dear wives. Please know that whatever you share with your married girlfriends they will 100% share with their husbands.)
Which she did.
She did so with shock, disbelief, disappointment (in her friend). But I could also sense a bit of repressed sexual excitement as well. I listened to the steamy details, pretending to be shocked but in my mind I was imagining it was my wife who was the culprit of this steamy affair.
After she unloaded all the details she cuddled up against me, and as if she was reading my mind she added “what would you do if I came home and confessed to you that I I’m having a steamy affair…?”
She stopped herself.
Sat up to look at my face. Smiled, then broke into a silly laughter as she placed her hand on my boxers, stroked my cock that was just getting hard and kissed me.
I sat up kissed her and we both begin to aggressively undress each other. Just before I entered her extremely wet pussy she added “You know that’s just a tease…. I could never cheat on you…”
I pretended I didn’t hear it, because I didn’t want to hear that. And honestly I believe she said it to distract me from just how drenched her pussy was. (It worked in the moment but my cock remembers the sensation of her wet pussy was just different that night.)
When we finally settled into a rhythm as we made love, she smiled at me and asked “why don’t you whisper to me what the story you want me to read on the trip is about…?!”
I was incredulous. My wife came home with a drenched pussy after listening to the steamy details of her friend’s affair. I have my cock inside her and the one thing she wants to hear is a steamy hotwife adventure.
I was never more excited for an upcoming trip than I was at this moment.
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So...you lasted what, 2.3 seconds after she said that?
Thanks for the update! That's VERY awesome!
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Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Great story and well written, thank you. I know how difficult it is to make it flow and read well. You’re doing a good job and it vibes with me. It is very similar to my own experience with my wife when I confessed my kink to her maybe 5 and a half years ago. “Never in a million years” was her response. Small steps along the way since then until the stars aligned earlier this year and now the the genie is out of the bottle. She’s like a shaken magnum of champagne, the cork has popped and she’s rapidly and insatiably releasing 30 years of sexual desire having only had sex with me previously. She’s gone from good girl, “butter wouldn’t melt”, to a sexual vixen! Now I think that any wife is capable of this, no matter how prim and proper, and how much they say “never”, all it takes is the right circumstances and support from hubby at that crucial moment….
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Part 7
Our solo beach trip
Finally the time arrived for our long needed vacation. It would be the first trip we’d be taking in years alone outside of a brief 2 day trip to Vegas that was mostly business.
Our flight was about three hours and we landed in a major IS city on the coast. Our beach was about an hour away and our check in was only at 4pm. We decided to go do some sightseeing first and had an amazing flirty time together. It really felt more like a honeymoon. The chemistry was incredible and we could t wait to get to our resort and enjoy the sun for a few days.
Once we were settled in we went straight on the beach and enjoyed a few hours in the sun before it set. We then headed to our room and capped off the night with some incredible sex.
The next day we had breakfast walked a nearby pier and then headed to the beach.
She was reading a book she had started right before the trip but the bright sun made it difficult to focus on the words. When I mentioned that perhaps an audio book would be a much better way to enjoy a book.
“Didn’t you have a story for me to listen to?” She said with a sly smile on her face.
I tried to keep my cool and conceal the fact that it was exactly what I was hoping she would say. After all I had narrowed down the story I wanted her to listen to and even found a way to turn the story into an audio version using AI app.
Yet in this moment i wasn’t just excited, I was also in panic mode. I was afraid she would start listening and would feel uncomfortable and the prospect of that affecting our trip negatively was scary.
I reached for my phone, handed her one of my EarPods and I placed the other in my ear.
I smiled at her and asked “are you sure?”
To which she responded by smiling and placing the ear peace in. Her silence, her smile and the way she starting my eyes communicated to me that she was ready to listen.
I laid back on my beach chair and pressed play!
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The story (based on the authors own experience) was about a successful married woman who finds out her husband's fantasy is to share her with other men.
In the first chapter she deals with the conflicting thoughts and emotions of making that discovery, but eventually she overcomes her fears and agrees to explore this fantasy together.
I had picked this story precisely because it was a genesis story of a traditional classy woman that transforms into a vixen hotwife. I hoped my wife would see herself in her and find the story relevant.
As my wife listened tot he story she was holding my hand, on occasion when our experience with the fantasy overlapped the author's story, she would smile, squeeze my hand then turn her head towards me to see if I noticed the parallels.
I begin to relax as it became obvious she was really enjoying this. It seemed that the closer the character got to becoming a real hotwife the more excited my wife’s breathing would become and the more sweaty her palm.
The story eventually approached the climax, where the wife would have her first shared experience. The story would soon present the wife in bed with her husband and their handsome guest. She was being undressed, kissed and eventually fucked like never before by two men.
The epic sex scene had yet to finish when my wife sat up.
Handed me over my the headphone.
Then leaned in and whispered “take me upstairs right now and fuck me or I’m going to die…”
I laughed really, and handed her the headphone back. Thinking she was kidding, I didn’t want her joke to her nice way of saying "no."
But to my surprise she sat up grabbed the beach back then pulled my hand to follow her.
“Are you serious?” I said playfully.
“Oh just wait until we get to our room and you’ll see how serious I am…”
Just before we arrived at the elevator, the hotel concierge, - almost as if it was all planned - stopped us and offered us champagne
. We remembered right at that moment that “champagne by the beach” was part of the daily offerings the resort had for their guests.
As he poured two cups of champagne he glanced at my wife and said “a woman with a smile that beautiful deserves to be celebrated …”
My wife looked at me and her expression communicated what I was thinking “if only he knew.”
We took our champagne and headed to our room.
Just as the door opened my wife chugged the remaining champagne in her cup, walked first into the room, pulled me into a kiss while simultaneously dragging my swim shorts down to my ankles.
She stroked my cock as she pushed me back towards the bed, all without letting go of my lips.
She pushed me against the bed, and by the time I landed, the top of her bathing suite was flying across the room and her bottoms were on the floor.
She crawled across my naked body kissing it on her way to my lips. She then continued to crawl her body against my lips as she pinned my hands above my head.
(TBC: I have written a detailed play-by-lay of our love scene that we lived that day as a continuation to our story but I wouldn't want to bore you guys if you're not here for that.
But if I don’t have time to write the account of the days that followed this week I will just post that here)
Our solo beach trip
Finally the time arrived for our long needed vacation. It would be the first trip we’d be taking in years alone outside of a brief 2 day trip to Vegas that was mostly business.
Our flight was about three hours and we landed in a major IS city on the coast. Our beach was about an hour away and our check in was only at 4pm. We decided to go do some sightseeing first and had an amazing flirty time together. It really felt more like a honeymoon. The chemistry was incredible and we could t wait to get to our resort and enjoy the sun for a few days.
Once we were settled in we went straight on the beach and enjoyed a few hours in the sun before it set. We then headed to our room and capped off the night with some incredible sex.
The next day we had breakfast walked a nearby pier and then headed to the beach.
She was reading a book she had started right before the trip but the bright sun made it difficult to focus on the words. When I mentioned that perhaps an audio book would be a much better way to enjoy a book.
“Didn’t you have a story for me to listen to?” She said with a sly smile on her face.
I tried to keep my cool and conceal the fact that it was exactly what I was hoping she would say. After all I had narrowed down the story I wanted her to listen to and even found a way to turn the story into an audio version using AI app.
Yet in this moment i wasn’t just excited, I was also in panic mode. I was afraid she would start listening and would feel uncomfortable and the prospect of that affecting our trip negatively was scary.
I reached for my phone, handed her one of my EarPods and I placed the other in my ear.
I smiled at her and asked “are you sure?”
To which she responded by smiling and placing the ear peace in. Her silence, her smile and the way she starting my eyes communicated to me that she was ready to listen.
I laid back on my beach chair and pressed play!
———
The story (based on the authors own experience) was about a successful married woman who finds out her husband's fantasy is to share her with other men.
In the first chapter she deals with the conflicting thoughts and emotions of making that discovery, but eventually she overcomes her fears and agrees to explore this fantasy together.
I had picked this story precisely because it was a genesis story of a traditional classy woman that transforms into a vixen hotwife. I hoped my wife would see herself in her and find the story relevant.
As my wife listened tot he story she was holding my hand, on occasion when our experience with the fantasy overlapped the author's story, she would smile, squeeze my hand then turn her head towards me to see if I noticed the parallels.
I begin to relax as it became obvious she was really enjoying this. It seemed that the closer the character got to becoming a real hotwife the more excited my wife’s breathing would become and the more sweaty her palm.
The story eventually approached the climax, where the wife would have her first shared experience. The story would soon present the wife in bed with her husband and their handsome guest. She was being undressed, kissed and eventually fucked like never before by two men.
The epic sex scene had yet to finish when my wife sat up.
Handed me over my the headphone.
Then leaned in and whispered “take me upstairs right now and fuck me or I’m going to die…”
I laughed really, and handed her the headphone back. Thinking she was kidding, I didn’t want her joke to her nice way of saying "no."
But to my surprise she sat up grabbed the beach back then pulled my hand to follow her.
“Are you serious?” I said playfully.
“Oh just wait until we get to our room and you’ll see how serious I am…”
Just before we arrived at the elevator, the hotel concierge, - almost as if it was all planned - stopped us and offered us champagne
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As he poured two cups of champagne he glanced at my wife and said “a woman with a smile that beautiful deserves to be celebrated …”
My wife looked at me and her expression communicated what I was thinking “if only he knew.”
We took our champagne and headed to our room.
Just as the door opened my wife chugged the remaining champagne in her cup, walked first into the room, pulled me into a kiss while simultaneously dragging my swim shorts down to my ankles.
She stroked my cock as she pushed me back towards the bed, all without letting go of my lips.
She pushed me against the bed, and by the time I landed, the top of her bathing suite was flying across the room and her bottoms were on the floor.
She crawled across my naked body kissing it on her way to my lips. She then continued to crawl her body against my lips as she pinned my hands above my head.
(TBC: I have written a detailed play-by-lay of our love scene that we lived that day as a continuation to our story but I wouldn't want to bore you guys if you're not here for that.
But if I don’t have time to write the account of the days that followed this week I will just post that here)
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Following!
You write very well. Can't wait to read more!
You write very well. Can't wait to read more!
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Amazing! And we are definitely here for all of it, please feel free to share as much as you'd like, nobody will be bored I promise.
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Part 8
Making love after listening to her first hotwife erotica story.
(Read previous post as this is a descriptive account of our love making once we arrived at our room.)
My lips and tongue kissed her neck as she continued to move her body further across mine, her breasts, her stomach and soon, my lips, would feel her shaven pubic mound. I could sense the pleasant scent of sex and the heat from her flaring pussy lips as she rested her waist just above my face. Her hands still arresting my arms above my head.
I could see a clear drop of her wetness oozing around her clit ready to be cultivated by my eager lips, but just out of reach.
She teased me by pausing.
Her knees rested on each side of my head, and her pussy just inches from my lips.
I looked up and met her eyes peeking down between her breasts from my powerless position. They were full of lust looking down on me, taunting me while she held tighter to my hands.
Without breaking my gaze from her eyes I stretched and reached with my tongue and barely grazed her clit, collecting the drop of wetness that was waiting for me.
It was as if my tongue triggered a powerful blast. In that moment her body surrendered.
To me.
To my lips.
To my fantasy. Our fantasy.
She finally released my hands from her teasing restraint so I pulled her closer to my lips. She lowered her pussy and my lips, and tongue wrapped around her clit, over and over. It was intoxicating.
She climaxed within seconds and I tasted every drop of her sex.
She collapsed next to me and was breathing heavily. I moved behind her and spooned her. I kissed her neck as my cock found its way from behind to her pussy.
“Oh my. It looks like you really liked that story.”
I whispered in her ear as I pressed my cock closer towards her pussy.
She smiled and was a bit proud to have made me feel as such. She then turned her head over her right shoulder and met me in a kiss. A kiss that was scented with the moist wetness of her pussy.
She backed her body against mine and took me in with ease from behind. Her wetness dripped down my cock and I could feel it run down across my balls.
I slowly thrusted inside her as I whispered; “here I was thinking you’d be mad about the hotwife story. Little did I know that this is your fantasy as well…”
She bit her lip and moaned. I increased the tempo then whispered; “You want.”
I paused.
It seemed too direct and too soon but I couldn’t help myself. I was too engulfed in the moment.
“You want to be a hotwife.” I finally said it.
“I know you do.”
Just as she heard the word “hotwife” her body convulsed into an intense orgasm so I continued to thrust inside her until her orgasm subsided.
Her body, hot from the sun, and burning from the passionate sex melted against mine with my hands wrapped around and my palms resting on her breasts. I could feel her heart beat against my chest even tho she was facing away. I could feel her chest compress and release the air she was in much need of.
On a regular night I would have shot my hot cum across my hot wife’s beautiful chest by this point. But whiskey by the beach, and the champagne chugged minutes ago gave me the endurance we both needed.
A good minute of silence had passed with our bodies mingled together. Only the sound of our heavy breathing was heard in the room.
She turned to face me. Kissed me. Then she opened her body to invite me in. We were now in a sideways missionary position. The one position that allows her to use her spare hand to reach behind and use her vibrator from behind as a second cock.
She reached out and grabbed the vibrator from the night stand. As she reached behind to insert her vibrator tightly snug against my cock into her pussy she said “what do you think? Would Ron’s cock fit in against yours?”
Ron was the third that the couple in our audio story had invited in to their bed
Just like the word “hotwife” had triggered her orgasm minutes ago, her whispering his name initiated my orgasm. I thrust my cock hard inside her all the while locking eyes with her. I knew in that moment she wanted to experience this. I knew she wanted to be sandwiched between myself and a handsome stranger.
I pulled out and sat up above her chest. She could see my orgasm build up through the expression on my face. Her hand was still on her vibrator (Ron) thrusting it in and out of her pussy while I exploded across her chest. Her third orgasm happened just as the last drop of my cum was landing on her tanned skin.
We lingered for a few minutes in silence before we passed out for close to an hour.
We finished our day back at the beach catching the last few hours of sun.
That was day two of our vacation. I didn’t think our third day could be any more steamy than that. But I would soon find out that my wife is a bit more adventurous than I imagined her to be.
Making love after listening to her first hotwife erotica story.
(Read previous post as this is a descriptive account of our love making once we arrived at our room.)
My lips and tongue kissed her neck as she continued to move her body further across mine, her breasts, her stomach and soon, my lips, would feel her shaven pubic mound. I could sense the pleasant scent of sex and the heat from her flaring pussy lips as she rested her waist just above my face. Her hands still arresting my arms above my head.
I could see a clear drop of her wetness oozing around her clit ready to be cultivated by my eager lips, but just out of reach.
She teased me by pausing.
Her knees rested on each side of my head, and her pussy just inches from my lips.
I looked up and met her eyes peeking down between her breasts from my powerless position. They were full of lust looking down on me, taunting me while she held tighter to my hands.
Without breaking my gaze from her eyes I stretched and reached with my tongue and barely grazed her clit, collecting the drop of wetness that was waiting for me.
It was as if my tongue triggered a powerful blast. In that moment her body surrendered.
To me.
To my lips.
To my fantasy. Our fantasy.
She finally released my hands from her teasing restraint so I pulled her closer to my lips. She lowered her pussy and my lips, and tongue wrapped around her clit, over and over. It was intoxicating.
She climaxed within seconds and I tasted every drop of her sex.
She collapsed next to me and was breathing heavily. I moved behind her and spooned her. I kissed her neck as my cock found its way from behind to her pussy.
“Oh my. It looks like you really liked that story.”
I whispered in her ear as I pressed my cock closer towards her pussy.
She smiled and was a bit proud to have made me feel as such. She then turned her head over her right shoulder and met me in a kiss. A kiss that was scented with the moist wetness of her pussy.
She backed her body against mine and took me in with ease from behind. Her wetness dripped down my cock and I could feel it run down across my balls.
I slowly thrusted inside her as I whispered; “here I was thinking you’d be mad about the hotwife story. Little did I know that this is your fantasy as well…”
She bit her lip and moaned. I increased the tempo then whispered; “You want.”
I paused.
It seemed too direct and too soon but I couldn’t help myself. I was too engulfed in the moment.
“You want to be a hotwife.” I finally said it.
“I know you do.”
Just as she heard the word “hotwife” her body convulsed into an intense orgasm so I continued to thrust inside her until her orgasm subsided.
Her body, hot from the sun, and burning from the passionate sex melted against mine with my hands wrapped around and my palms resting on her breasts. I could feel her heart beat against my chest even tho she was facing away. I could feel her chest compress and release the air she was in much need of.
On a regular night I would have shot my hot cum across my hot wife’s beautiful chest by this point. But whiskey by the beach, and the champagne chugged minutes ago gave me the endurance we both needed.
A good minute of silence had passed with our bodies mingled together. Only the sound of our heavy breathing was heard in the room.
She turned to face me. Kissed me. Then she opened her body to invite me in. We were now in a sideways missionary position. The one position that allows her to use her spare hand to reach behind and use her vibrator from behind as a second cock.
She reached out and grabbed the vibrator from the night stand. As she reached behind to insert her vibrator tightly snug against my cock into her pussy she said “what do you think? Would Ron’s cock fit in against yours?”
Ron was the third that the couple in our audio story had invited in to their bed
Just like the word “hotwife” had triggered her orgasm minutes ago, her whispering his name initiated my orgasm. I thrust my cock hard inside her all the while locking eyes with her. I knew in that moment she wanted to experience this. I knew she wanted to be sandwiched between myself and a handsome stranger.
I pulled out and sat up above her chest. She could see my orgasm build up through the expression on my face. Her hand was still on her vibrator (Ron) thrusting it in and out of her pussy while I exploded across her chest. Her third orgasm happened just as the last drop of my cum was landing on her tanned skin.
We lingered for a few minutes in silence before we passed out for close to an hour.
We finished our day back at the beach catching the last few hours of sun.
That was day two of our vacation. I didn’t think our third day could be any more steamy than that. But I would soon find out that my wife is a bit more adventurous than I imagined her to be.
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Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Yes - definitely not bored! What a story, thank you for sharing it with us.
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Great to hear that. @fraktastic
At that moment (was just a month ago) that this took place it was the hottest sexual experience to memory.
Hard to explain why. But I think because in her eyes, her demeanor she looked like she was ready to become a hotwife.
At that moment (was just a month ago) that this took place it was the hottest sexual experience to memory.
Hard to explain why. But I think because in her eyes, her demeanor she looked like she was ready to become a hotwife.
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Looking forward to day 3!
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
I have something written down but it’s hard to put together because it revolves around the audio story.
Trying to figure out the best way to communicate the events while also describing what the audio story was about and how it played out with my wife as she listened.
For those curious, the story I had her listen to was on literotica and was written by OHIOVIXENWIFE called “My Hotwife Journey.”
The app used to turn it to audio story was “speechify.” The paid version has some decent AI audio voices to select from!
I selected the first four chapters only as the rest of her story adds some journey included some swinging and that’s not something either of us would be interested in.
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Part 9
Orgasms on the beach
We capped day two of our vacation by having dinner on beachside restaurant. It was great food and a fun environment.
Day three started with a small snack at the hotel restaurant and a latte coffee before we headed to our room to prepare for the beach.
Before the trip I had purchased four different bathing suits mentioned previously, from an online marketplace.
I had always wanted Vivianne (my wife's name) to wear more provocative swimwear, but she would never dare purchase anything that was too revealing. Or “cheaky,” as she calls it, due to her amazing ass that is highlighted in just about everything she wears.
The four bathing suits each varied in how revealing they were. There was a chance, - I thought,- that one of the bathing suits may be just modest enough, that she would agree to wear on the beach. It was just slightly more revealing than what she would normally wear but definitely not scandalous.
The other three bathing suits were each more revealing than the first, and on two of them the bikini bottoms were very close to a G-strings.
She would never have purchased them, but knowing her, I knew if I purchased them she would at least try them on. Even if it was just to tease me in the bedroom.
That morning Vivianne felt very confident and decided to “test out” the bathing suits, “just in case I’m comfortable in one of them.”
She stepped into the bathroom, put on the first swim suit, then walked out gleefully to show off herself to me.
She looked absolutely incredible.
I could not help it but pull her in bed. Kiss her. Run my hands across her body. Then finally, peal the bathing suit off very slowly.
She kissed me back and teased me in a very erotic and sensual way.
Just before I was about to penetrate her she stopped me and said “wait, let me try the other ones on….”
The next bathing suit would be even more revealing, and she immediately noticed just how excited my face,and my throbbing cock were when she walked back to the bedroom.
This scene would repeat two more times. She would tease me in her bathing suit. I would slowly peal the bathing suit off. Then right before I would penetrate her with my moist, throbbing cock, she would pull away saying; “wait, I have to try the other ones.” And “wait until you see me in the next one…”
The anticipation made me even more sexually charged, until finally she walked in wearing the most sexy, revealing, and flattering swim suit.
Her ass especially looked incredibly sexy with it on, as if tailored made just for her. She walked towards the bed with a sexy confident smirk, and I could not help myself.
My lips caressed across every part of her body. And my only wish was that there was a way to comfortably make love without pealing all of it off.
Just like before. She pulled herself out of my grip in the last second, saying; “we have to get going. I want to see if we can catch the hammock unoccupied.”
The resort had a private beach surrounded by, and enclosed by delta vegetation and beautiful trees. Tucked away from the main beach was a small opening between the shrubs where guests could enjoy a private pergola with a hammock and two beach lounges. From it, you could step directly into the water as there was about twenty feet of opening between the brush, making for a very small and private beach just for those who occupy a the hammock. The pergola had white curtains that could be closed off for further privacy.
The previous day, when we approached it we spotted a beach-bag next to the curtains, and with the curtains closed, we realized it was occupied.
Today we were determined to find an opportunity to spend some time in the hammock. Therefore my wife insisted we head out, in spite of the “unfinished business” we had going on.
“So? Which swimsuit are you wearing today?” I asked with anticipation as I got up to put on my swim shorts and tucked my hard cock in.
“Mmmm I don’t know. Maybe the colorful one.”
“I could see myself on the beach with that one. The others are just for you. Here in the bedroom.”
I was a bit disappointed she didn’t select one of the most provocative swim suits, but immediately I saw the bright side. She’ll be wearing one I bought for her. That was incredibly exciting.
We headed out for the beach. A as we approached the hammock, it was obvious it was not occupied this time.
We moved the beach lounge in a position that allowed more sun exposure yet facing away from the path the hotel guests used to reach the beach. With a quick swim and some playful kissing in the water, we laid out on the lounge to ‘catch some rays’.
After a a few minutes of mostly silent sun-bathing my wife turned towards me and asked. “So are we going to listen to the rest of your “hotwife story?”
I was more than happy to see her enthusiasm in listening to the audio story. Without skipping a beat, I pulled out my AirPods, handed one to her and inserted the other into my ear.
The previous day we had listened to the first few chapters of the story. The hotwife in the story, Lynn, had finally worked up the courage to flirt, kiss, and eventually go to bed with her husband and their long time friend Ron.
It was after listening the graphic scene of their threesome that my wife had grabbed my hand and rushed me to our room begging to fuck her or else.
Now, as we sat on the lounge, tucked away, and concealed by the curtains of the pergola I pressed play and the story picked up with the following scene:
Lynn awoke around 3:00 am and found herself awake in the moon-lit bedroom, lying between two men, on each side. She felt Ron’s hand gently moving on her ass and hip. Ron was obviously awake too and his touch was an instant turn on. Lynn purred lightly to let him know she was awake and liked what he was doing. His hand explored further across her ass and then between her legs, she felt a finger slip inside her and then back out to caress her clit. She reached behind and found that Ron was fully hard, his cock filled her eager hand and she began stroking him slowly and gently.
My eyes were closed as I laid out in the sun holding my wife’s hand. As we reached this part of the story she let go of my hand and shuffled through the beach bag. A few seconds later I heard the familiar buzz of her favorite vibrator.
As I sat up incredulously I saw my wife holding her vibrator between her legs, caressing her pussy through the swimsuit.
Her eyes were still closed, her face radiated in the sun
She was smiling subtly, with the lips slightly parted, as if suspended between laughter and pleasure. When she opened her eyes and saw my surprised expression she blushed in a way that suggested she was proud of her exhibition.
I laid back on my lounge as the story played out but moved my hand towards her body, down her stomach, then allowed my fingers to caress the hem of her bathing suit from her waist to the thighs. I could feel the vibrations through her body.
Although the audio story was playing, my eyes were fixed on my wife. I was interested not in the story, but in how her body would respond to it.
When the story described how Lynn sat up and positioned Ron against her, then sank down onto him to the hilt.
My wife’s breathing intensified as she bit her lip.
Lynn slowly rode him in the moonlight, his beautiful cock seeming to rise all the way to her belly. He filled Lynn’s pussy the way her husband does, her petite body taking all of him.
As this played in my wife’s ear, she reached for the spare towel. She covered her face in an attempt to muffle the sound of her orgasm. As she approached climax she moved my fingers under her panties to stimulate her clit by massaging pubic mound.
Her body convulsed into an orgasm. She was unaware of what her body was doing. Her feet pressed against the wooden floor platform. Her back arched towards the sky, and her ass was suspended above the lounge.
When the orgasm subsided she pulled the headphone from her ear.
Kissed me then subtly tucked my hand towards her pussy lips as she whispered “I’m so fucking wet.”
Instinctively I massaged her soaking clit slowly for the first few seconds. When I felt her move her vibrator against my fingers, I increased the pace and depth of my movement sliding my fingers in her pussy and massaging her clit as I pulled them back.
“Ah. I’m coming” she whispered as she buried her face against my neck. Our bodies, barely dressed were mingled together and I could feel her entire body vibrate throughout her orgasm.
As she came down from her orgasm, she reached her hand under my shorts and stroked my cock gently. She gawked at how hard I was, then rubbed her finger against the tip of my cock and felt a puddle of precum oozing out of my hard member. She subtly pulled the hem of my shorts away to peak at it before grunted in disappointed that she couldn’t fuck me right there.
We sat up to catch a breath then cooled off in the water for a few minutes. We kissed, and touched, and she stoked my cock under the clear water of the gulf. Like teenagers who just discovered sex, and like lovers that who hadn’t seen each-other in months.
After some time we returned to our hammock.
We resumed our audio story. She followed Lynn’s journey into becoming an adventurous hotwife with curiosity. Then when Lynn seduced her coworker and fucked him in front of her husband, my wife reached back for the vibrator.
I watched my wife pleasure herself as I stroked my cock. Occasionally we would kiss. Other times we would act out the kiss, or the touch described in the story.
I could barely contain myself from cuming. When finally the story concluded, my wife’s body was glistening. She was red. Not just from the sun but from adrenaline and blood flowing through her body with each orgasm.
We mustered the energy to gather our items then headed towards our room. The closer we were to our room the more our sexual energy and excitement increase.
As we approached our hotel door, I was right behind my wife and my hands were wrapped around her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin.
As soon as she unlocked the door with her key card I rushed her and before the door closed behind us I pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Between the kisses I would whisper to her. “You look like such a fucking hot wife.”
“You looked so hot, bringing yourself to orgasm in the sun.”
I kissed, and pulled, and bit down on her body as we stumbled towards the bed.
I stood her up on the side of the bed and kissed down her back as I begin to remove her bathing suit. I was fighting the urge to rip it off because I loved the way her body and especially her ass looked in it.
Opposite of us, on the other side of the bed was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror reflecting the bed and the rest of the room. As I kissed down her back I would pause just for a second to look at our reflection in the mirror, and briefly gaze at her ass, which at this moment was the only thing accessorized by the swim-suit.
I continued to kiss down her back and eventually allowed the rest of her suit to fall to the floor.
With her feet still on the floor, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed. Her naked ass was now pressing against the concealed cock inside my shorts, inviting me to take her from behind.
Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. Without breaking eye contact, I dropped my swim shorts, placed my feet on the bed and squatted down towards her welcoming ass.
We had never made love in this position before, but simply stumbled into it moved by our carnal sexual energy. I later would find out that the closest sexual position to what we were doing is called “sea horse.”
She reached with one hand as far as she could between her legs and guided my cock inside her pussy. The position allowed her to reach farther with her hand than she had before. Her fingers brushing against my balls and my ass in the process.
I begin to thrust by squatting up and down on the side of the bed as she massaged her clit. My eyes were on the mirror where I could see her orgasmic face, and her breasts dancing underneath all at once.
I felt in control in this position, as I towered over her small frame and controlled her body in my hands while at the same time I supported myself against it with every thrust.
I found myself uttering “This is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.”
She responded by meeting every thrust of mine, with her ass pressing back against my cock.
Her hand had been glued to her clit for a few seconds before she reached further past her pussy again and her fingers would graze my balls.
“Touch my balls babe…” I said.
Without skipping a beat she replied, between gasps for air,
“I wish I could lick your balls at the same time.”
“And your ass.”
With that, she reached further back and with the tips of her fingers she caressed the rim of my ass.
My legs were soon to give out from the physical demand of this position. But those words, and the fingers against my ass gave me the adrenaline needed to bring my balls into an intense orgasm.
I milked every thrust I could without being too late in pulling out, until finally I released her from my grip. I stood with my feet planted on the bed, and towering over her body, I launched strings of my cum across her back and ass.
I took one more look at the mirror where I met her eyes, and I saw on her face a laughter fueled by bliss.
“That was so fucking hot. I don’t think you ever fucked me this hard.”
I collapsed next to her and between kisses I apologized for not making her orgasm a priority.
“I guess I owe you one.”
“I just couldn’t control myself. I was so turned on seeing you in those swimsuits.
“Oh and how sexy our bodies looked in the mirror!” She replied.
“You looked like such a sexy hotwife in that position” I added.
She smiled, then hummed in agreement and pleased with my compliment.
We laid there and as we fell asleep my thoughts wondered at just how beautiful and sexy my wife is. I was even more amazed at the adventurous “Jen” that was slowly making herself out of Viviannes shell.
More will be said about Jen. Viviannes adventurous hotwife persona.
Orgasms on the beach
We capped day two of our vacation by having dinner on beachside restaurant. It was great food and a fun environment.
Day three started with a small snack at the hotel restaurant and a latte coffee before we headed to our room to prepare for the beach.
Before the trip I had purchased four different bathing suits mentioned previously, from an online marketplace.
I had always wanted Vivianne (my wife's name) to wear more provocative swimwear, but she would never dare purchase anything that was too revealing. Or “cheaky,” as she calls it, due to her amazing ass that is highlighted in just about everything she wears.
The four bathing suits each varied in how revealing they were. There was a chance, - I thought,- that one of the bathing suits may be just modest enough, that she would agree to wear on the beach. It was just slightly more revealing than what she would normally wear but definitely not scandalous.
The other three bathing suits were each more revealing than the first, and on two of them the bikini bottoms were very close to a G-strings.
She would never have purchased them, but knowing her, I knew if I purchased them she would at least try them on. Even if it was just to tease me in the bedroom.
That morning Vivianne felt very confident and decided to “test out” the bathing suits, “just in case I’m comfortable in one of them.”
She stepped into the bathroom, put on the first swim suit, then walked out gleefully to show off herself to me.
She looked absolutely incredible.
I could not help it but pull her in bed. Kiss her. Run my hands across her body. Then finally, peal the bathing suit off very slowly.
She kissed me back and teased me in a very erotic and sensual way.
Just before I was about to penetrate her she stopped me and said “wait, let me try the other ones on….”
The next bathing suit would be even more revealing, and she immediately noticed just how excited my face,and my throbbing cock were when she walked back to the bedroom.
This scene would repeat two more times. She would tease me in her bathing suit. I would slowly peal the bathing suit off. Then right before I would penetrate her with my moist, throbbing cock, she would pull away saying; “wait, I have to try the other ones.” And “wait until you see me in the next one…”
The anticipation made me even more sexually charged, until finally she walked in wearing the most sexy, revealing, and flattering swim suit.
Her ass especially looked incredibly sexy with it on, as if tailored made just for her. She walked towards the bed with a sexy confident smirk, and I could not help myself.
My lips caressed across every part of her body. And my only wish was that there was a way to comfortably make love without pealing all of it off.
Just like before. She pulled herself out of my grip in the last second, saying; “we have to get going. I want to see if we can catch the hammock unoccupied.”
The resort had a private beach surrounded by, and enclosed by delta vegetation and beautiful trees. Tucked away from the main beach was a small opening between the shrubs where guests could enjoy a private pergola with a hammock and two beach lounges. From it, you could step directly into the water as there was about twenty feet of opening between the brush, making for a very small and private beach just for those who occupy a the hammock. The pergola had white curtains that could be closed off for further privacy.
The previous day, when we approached it we spotted a beach-bag next to the curtains, and with the curtains closed, we realized it was occupied.
Today we were determined to find an opportunity to spend some time in the hammock. Therefore my wife insisted we head out, in spite of the “unfinished business” we had going on.
“So? Which swimsuit are you wearing today?” I asked with anticipation as I got up to put on my swim shorts and tucked my hard cock in.
“Mmmm I don’t know. Maybe the colorful one.”
“I could see myself on the beach with that one. The others are just for you. Here in the bedroom.”
I was a bit disappointed she didn’t select one of the most provocative swim suits, but immediately I saw the bright side. She’ll be wearing one I bought for her. That was incredibly exciting.
We headed out for the beach. A as we approached the hammock, it was obvious it was not occupied this time.
We moved the beach lounge in a position that allowed more sun exposure yet facing away from the path the hotel guests used to reach the beach. With a quick swim and some playful kissing in the water, we laid out on the lounge to ‘catch some rays’.
After a a few minutes of mostly silent sun-bathing my wife turned towards me and asked. “So are we going to listen to the rest of your “hotwife story?”
I was more than happy to see her enthusiasm in listening to the audio story. Without skipping a beat, I pulled out my AirPods, handed one to her and inserted the other into my ear.
The previous day we had listened to the first few chapters of the story. The hotwife in the story, Lynn, had finally worked up the courage to flirt, kiss, and eventually go to bed with her husband and their long time friend Ron.
It was after listening the graphic scene of their threesome that my wife had grabbed my hand and rushed me to our room begging to fuck her or else.
Now, as we sat on the lounge, tucked away, and concealed by the curtains of the pergola I pressed play and the story picked up with the following scene:
Lynn awoke around 3:00 am and found herself awake in the moon-lit bedroom, lying between two men, on each side. She felt Ron’s hand gently moving on her ass and hip. Ron was obviously awake too and his touch was an instant turn on. Lynn purred lightly to let him know she was awake and liked what he was doing. His hand explored further across her ass and then between her legs, she felt a finger slip inside her and then back out to caress her clit. She reached behind and found that Ron was fully hard, his cock filled her eager hand and she began stroking him slowly and gently.
My eyes were closed as I laid out in the sun holding my wife’s hand. As we reached this part of the story she let go of my hand and shuffled through the beach bag. A few seconds later I heard the familiar buzz of her favorite vibrator.
As I sat up incredulously I saw my wife holding her vibrator between her legs, caressing her pussy through the swimsuit.
Her eyes were still closed, her face radiated in the sun
She was smiling subtly, with the lips slightly parted, as if suspended between laughter and pleasure. When she opened her eyes and saw my surprised expression she blushed in a way that suggested she was proud of her exhibition.
I laid back on my lounge as the story played out but moved my hand towards her body, down her stomach, then allowed my fingers to caress the hem of her bathing suit from her waist to the thighs. I could feel the vibrations through her body.
Although the audio story was playing, my eyes were fixed on my wife. I was interested not in the story, but in how her body would respond to it.
When the story described how Lynn sat up and positioned Ron against her, then sank down onto him to the hilt.
My wife’s breathing intensified as she bit her lip.
Lynn slowly rode him in the moonlight, his beautiful cock seeming to rise all the way to her belly. He filled Lynn’s pussy the way her husband does, her petite body taking all of him.
As this played in my wife’s ear, she reached for the spare towel. She covered her face in an attempt to muffle the sound of her orgasm. As she approached climax she moved my fingers under her panties to stimulate her clit by massaging pubic mound.
Her body convulsed into an orgasm. She was unaware of what her body was doing. Her feet pressed against the wooden floor platform. Her back arched towards the sky, and her ass was suspended above the lounge.
When the orgasm subsided she pulled the headphone from her ear.
Kissed me then subtly tucked my hand towards her pussy lips as she whispered “I’m so fucking wet.”
Instinctively I massaged her soaking clit slowly for the first few seconds. When I felt her move her vibrator against my fingers, I increased the pace and depth of my movement sliding my fingers in her pussy and massaging her clit as I pulled them back.
“Ah. I’m coming” she whispered as she buried her face against my neck. Our bodies, barely dressed were mingled together and I could feel her entire body vibrate throughout her orgasm.
As she came down from her orgasm, she reached her hand under my shorts and stroked my cock gently. She gawked at how hard I was, then rubbed her finger against the tip of my cock and felt a puddle of precum oozing out of my hard member. She subtly pulled the hem of my shorts away to peak at it before grunted in disappointed that she couldn’t fuck me right there.
We sat up to catch a breath then cooled off in the water for a few minutes. We kissed, and touched, and she stoked my cock under the clear water of the gulf. Like teenagers who just discovered sex, and like lovers that who hadn’t seen each-other in months.
After some time we returned to our hammock.
We resumed our audio story. She followed Lynn’s journey into becoming an adventurous hotwife with curiosity. Then when Lynn seduced her coworker and fucked him in front of her husband, my wife reached back for the vibrator.
I watched my wife pleasure herself as I stroked my cock. Occasionally we would kiss. Other times we would act out the kiss, or the touch described in the story.
I could barely contain myself from cuming. When finally the story concluded, my wife’s body was glistening. She was red. Not just from the sun but from adrenaline and blood flowing through her body with each orgasm.
We mustered the energy to gather our items then headed towards our room. The closer we were to our room the more our sexual energy and excitement increase.
As we approached our hotel door, I was right behind my wife and my hands were wrapped around her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin.
As soon as she unlocked the door with her key card I rushed her and before the door closed behind us I pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Between the kisses I would whisper to her. “You look like such a fucking hot wife.”
“You looked so hot, bringing yourself to orgasm in the sun.”
I kissed, and pulled, and bit down on her body as we stumbled towards the bed.
I stood her up on the side of the bed and kissed down her back as I begin to remove her bathing suit. I was fighting the urge to rip it off because I loved the way her body and especially her ass looked in it.
Opposite of us, on the other side of the bed was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror reflecting the bed and the rest of the room. As I kissed down her back I would pause just for a second to look at our reflection in the mirror, and briefly gaze at her ass, which at this moment was the only thing accessorized by the swim-suit.
I continued to kiss down her back and eventually allowed the rest of her suit to fall to the floor.
With her feet still on the floor, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed. Her naked ass was now pressing against the concealed cock inside my shorts, inviting me to take her from behind.
Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. Without breaking eye contact, I dropped my swim shorts, placed my feet on the bed and squatted down towards her welcoming ass.
We had never made love in this position before, but simply stumbled into it moved by our carnal sexual energy. I later would find out that the closest sexual position to what we were doing is called “sea horse.”
She reached with one hand as far as she could between her legs and guided my cock inside her pussy. The position allowed her to reach farther with her hand than she had before. Her fingers brushing against my balls and my ass in the process.
I begin to thrust by squatting up and down on the side of the bed as she massaged her clit. My eyes were on the mirror where I could see her orgasmic face, and her breasts dancing underneath all at once.
I felt in control in this position, as I towered over her small frame and controlled her body in my hands while at the same time I supported myself against it with every thrust.
I found myself uttering “This is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.”
She responded by meeting every thrust of mine, with her ass pressing back against my cock.
Her hand had been glued to her clit for a few seconds before she reached further past her pussy again and her fingers would graze my balls.
“Touch my balls babe…” I said.
Without skipping a beat she replied, between gasps for air,
“I wish I could lick your balls at the same time.”
“And your ass.”
With that, she reached further back and with the tips of her fingers she caressed the rim of my ass.
My legs were soon to give out from the physical demand of this position. But those words, and the fingers against my ass gave me the adrenaline needed to bring my balls into an intense orgasm.
I milked every thrust I could without being too late in pulling out, until finally I released her from my grip. I stood with my feet planted on the bed, and towering over her body, I launched strings of my cum across her back and ass.
I took one more look at the mirror where I met her eyes, and I saw on her face a laughter fueled by bliss.
“That was so fucking hot. I don’t think you ever fucked me this hard.”
I collapsed next to her and between kisses I apologized for not making her orgasm a priority.
“I guess I owe you one.”
“I just couldn’t control myself. I was so turned on seeing you in those swimsuits.
“Oh and how sexy our bodies looked in the mirror!” She replied.
“You looked like such a sexy hotwife in that position” I added.
She smiled, then hummed in agreement and pleased with my compliment.
We laid there and as we fell asleep my thoughts wondered at just how beautiful and sexy my wife is. I was even more amazed at the adventurous “Jen” that was slowly making herself out of Viviannes shell.
More will be said about Jen. Viviannes adventurous hotwife persona.
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Excited for the next update. How far into her journey are we?
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Technically we are up to date.
Something sexy happened this week and I will post it here.
After this the posts will be more “real-time,” meaning they will not be long accounts but rather play by play of our daily interaction with the fantasy.