An Ode (of sorts) to my Hot Wife

[NYHubby]

Relax, enjoy the satisfaction, the sense of fulfillment, the sense of command you have by being a Hot Wife. That’s what you are: a Hot Wife, a woman whom other women envy, whom your friends, if they knew, would be jealous of; a woman who has openly, gladly shared her pussy with other men, all while her husband stays faithful to her. You crossed that threshold more than 12 years ago when you and I met with Marc at a bar on the Upper East Side. Do you remember the “butterflies” you felt as we walked with him to his apartment? A decision you made on the spot at that bar for one reason: so he could fuck you as I watched, the first new cock you would have inside of you in eighteen years of marriage?

I remember. I remember it vividly: his studio apartment with a couch right next to his bed. I sat on a chair across from you while you and Marc sat together on the couch. I watched as he first began to tentatively kiss you. You were tentative also, responding with soft almost chaste kisses that became increasingly more passionate with each kiss. I watched as he pulled down the front of your tank-top, exposing your breasts for the first time. Your areolas were full and dark and your nipples were hard and erect…like eraser points. He turned his attention to them, tugging and sucking as you enjoyed the erotic attention, your moans of pleasure spurring him on. He then laid you down on his couch and in one quick motion removed your slacks and your panties and began kissing up your legs, getting closer and closer to the wetness as you writhed beneath him. I won’t forget the way you cried out when his tongue reached your pussy that first time. It was a cry of surprise, of joy, of desire that had been pent up and those cries soon reached the spill over point as you came, right on his mouth. I continued to sit in my chair as this man, twenty years your junior, moved you to his bed, climbed between your legs and slid his dick inside, eliciting gasps and cries of passion as he fucked you long and hard through two more orgasms.

What was it like that first time? When after 20 years of monogamy you felt another man’s cock sliding in and out of your welcoming pussy? You must have been overwhelmed with so many different sensations, so many different emotions: fear, anxiety, tension, anticipation, excitement, lust, pleasure as you felt his cock against you and then sliding inside you. And once he was inside you, fucking you it must have been a revelation, an almost unbelievable awareness that you were finally doing it! Another man was actually inside of you, fucking you…and your husband was watching! What about after it was over? Was it a relief of sorts? Another revelation? A realization that you could do this, you could have all of the benefits of being married and the thrill of being fucked by other men. That must have felt exhilarating, freeing, but most of all, so, so very hot! After Marc, the frequency of extra-marital sex increased with many different men, some good, some less than good, all while I watched you share this pussy of yours freely, always amazed, mesmerized that this was my wife--the woman who had been monogamous with me for twenty years--who was fucking another man with abandon.

Then you came across Scott in his lair in SOHO, the bearded, rugged, and wiry guy who lived in his own little private cave, his love nest in the basement of the building he cared for. He was something special wasn’t he--iconoclastic, sensitive, and confident in who he was. I could tell you felt an almost magnetic attraction for him, one that was most apparent in the intimate moments that followed. It was very sexy and captivating to see and hear the way you allowed yourself to experience pleasure with this man, a pleasure I was able to capture not just in my memory but also with a camera. The way you two made love was different than the other men you were meeting with at the time. Those guys you simply fucked but with Scott it was on a different level, more urgent but also tender, and definitely more pleasurable. He made you scream in pleasure, loudly and fervently: an ultimate cry of pleasure, an ultimate cry of freedom as his long, hard cock thrust in and out of you again and again. I could tell you weren’t in love with him, you two were too different for that. But you were most certainly infatuated with his cock and the way he used it on you. Clearly with him you were going to take your time to make love rather than simply fuck. So that’s what you did. You decided to take it to another level and meet with him alone in his “Hovel” so that you could give yourself freely, unabashedly without being concerned about whether I was enjoying the show. Remember when you showed me that article written in the Sunday Times by a woman who described how she dates on her own, with her partner’s permission? I knew what you wanted by showing me that and I could see how pleased you were when I agreed you should try it with Scott. Once again you were nervous at first, but also very, very excited. And once again it was a revelation, a realization that this was way better, way more intimate than having sex with your “man” while I watched. Soon you had a pattern. You’d meet with Scott by yourself, make love to him with the privacy lovemaking needs and then come home to me and tell me all about it while I then fucked you. You loved doing it that way and decided this was the way all of your rendezvous would be. Nice and intimate, just you and your lover and a few blissful hours of uninterrupted lovemaking.

Then it changed again in another revelatory way, once again thanks to Marc, who one day became overwhelmed with his building passion, his building hunger for your body and decided to go for it and pushed his bare dick inside your unprotected pussy. Sex is a combination of sensations and feelings, both physical and emotional. What were those combinations for you when you felt his dick inside of you and you knew this man who wasn’t your husband was fucking you freestyle, with no barrier that prevented him from splattering your insides with all his cum? Whatever they were pleasure won out: you didn’t stop him and soon that’s just what he did, filling you, filling your married pussy with his semen. And what was it like when you came home to me that night, your pussy squishy with another man’s cum and I went down on you? Another man had just made love to you and done something no other had done, had come inside your married cunt and now your husband was going down on you, tasting that same pussy Marc had so wonderfully filled just a short time before. Up to that point you didn’t think having sex bareback would be appreciably different but something changed for you when that happened because since that time you’ve been careful at selecting your partners and unprotected sex is the only sex you now have with your lovers.

Now, more than 12 years after your first meeting with Marc you view of sex has evolved. You now come to it with a confident, smug awareness that when it comes to things sexual you’re the boss and the focus is on you receiving the pleasure a Hot Wife deserves. You’re no longer so hesitant or shy about making your needs known: increasingly convinced that my sexual desire is to ensure you receive the satisfaction you crave, secure in the knowledge that you’re the center, the only woman for me, the core of our sexual union and I gladly remain faithful and turned on by you and only you.

I can see how much you love the certainty that I am yours and only yours, how it makes you secure in our relationship, secure in your role as the one who decides what happens sexually and the fun you have with that freedom. But there’s another, naughty and perhaps slightly aggressive part of the fun for you isn’t there? I guess we can call it “the tease factor”, the certitude that although my dick is so hard and ready, you won’t allow it entree into this sexy pussy of yours, not now, and not any time soon, a policy of: “You can touch, you can please…but you can’t take a dip”. It gives you a sense of authority doesn’t it? A recognition that sexually you’re the one in charge, the wife who has her man under her control: and the expectation is that I pleasure your pussy but I shouldn’t expect to be allowed inside because another man get that pleasure. This self-assuredness, this self-satisfaction is only heightened by the fact that I gladly pleasure this sexy pussy of yours the way you want me to, as I’m now doing. It may have taken us 12 years to get to this point but in our marriage this is your right to do so, as much a part of our commitment as my vow to be faithful to you and you, and only you make this decision.

You meet him regularly, and enjoy having a bite to eat with him, and drinks and conversation. Then the two of you head to a hotel room where he’ll caress you, and kiss you, and undress you, and touch you, and taste you, and finally, press his hard, bare cock into your sex, into this hot pussy that I now tend to with my fingers, or my mouth, or your favorite dildo. Into this pussy that by your design does not experience the pleasure of intercourse at home, so that when he does enter you in the hotel room, you passionately, joyfully surrender as he makes love in the way lovers have eagerly practiced adultery for ages. That’s hot, isn’t it? Knowing I’m content to remain celibate, to pleasure you like this? To stay at home, anticipating your return, looking forward to servicing you with my mouth and my fingers and your dildo while you’re out enjoying the feel of your lover’s bare cock pushing inside of you, taking possession of you, crossing that line most married women don’t as his dick enters this naughty pussy of yours, into this place only your husband should enter. Isn’t that part of the reason you text me when you first get to the room? So that I’ll know, in real time, that as I’m sitting there waiting, your boyfriend has his dick inside of you, sharing a physical intimacy with you that we no longer do? It must make you feel so many things: naughty, sexy, thankful, triumphant, as you savor the feeling as he penetrates you. Knowing that, right or wrong, you will let him do this again and again returning home to me with the expectation that I’ll lovingly pleasure your pussy with my hands and my mouth and your favorite toy: in effect worshiping this pussy you just cuckolded me with.

I guess that’s what makes our marriage a cuckold one: I remain your faithful cuckold while you unreservedly, eagerly spread these married legs so your boyfriend can singularly slide his bare cock inside of you. MMM…that’s so hot, so sexy, so wicked isn’t it? You know that I love being cuckolded by you, that the thought of waiting at home for you in a state of arousal as I imagine what you’re doing with the man you’ve chosen to fuck instead of me turns me on like nothing else. But I don’t think you anticipated just how much you’d love cuckolding me, having me stay physically and mentally faithful to you--all while you’re blatantly doing the opposite, as you’re aching with desire as your lover intimately probes your married cunt. It’s special, isn’t it? Getting it from a man who fucks you the way only a lover can fuck, with a passion a man has when he’s fucking his married girlfriend…a woman who gives him all the physical intimacy, all the passion a lover has for her man, but none of the expectation, none of the baggage if you will, because that’s rightfully shared with her husband.

It must feel so wanton, so wrong in such a seductive way. He’s not the man you want to share a home with, he’s not the man you want to grow old with but he’s most definitely the man you want to fuck, he’s definitely the man whose cum you want inside of you…so taboo, so scandalous, so exciting!

Then afterward, after he fucks you the way you need to be fucked you come home to me satisfied, smug, with his cum still inside you. And you know I’m going to lovingly greet you and climb between your legs and give you head like a cuckold should give his Hot Wife, tasting the pussy you so happily cuckolded me with while you bask in the afterglow of your tryst…delighting in feeling my hands and mouth on your sex but knowing that you won’t allow my cock inside because your lover does it longer, and more passionately, and better than I can. You love that don’t you?

So lie back, embrace it and let me make you come.

[bewareoflizzy]

Excellent writing! Very close to home.