I kept thinking about the fantasy. I still wanted this. I loved what it had done for our marriage. For our sex life. For our communication. I decided that a stranger was probably the route I should have taken from the get go. I was not willing to lose another person from my life and go through the possibility of further embarrassment and rejection.
I sucked it up, swallowed my pride and joined a super popular ‘dating’ site, where married folks seek someone to fill the void that their sexless marriages left them. I wanted to see what was out there for me. I was curious to see some of the local men, and thought perhaps one would fit the bill. I did not put a public profile picture. My privacy settings only would let a man see my picture if I sent it to him. I didn’t want to risk having someone that I knew potentially see me prancing around as the poster child for the local chapter of the Hot Wife community.
The photo I chose was fully clothed, nothing sexy or raunchy. Not even a lick of cleavage. I clearly stated in my profile what I was looking for: Seeking (along with my husband) for a little fun for me to have on the side. All rules come directly from him. In no way wish to change your situation, or mine. This is basically a business transaction. It took all of 2 minutes for the ‘winks’ and requests for my picture to start coming through. In the first hour, I received no less than 45 inquiries. Some were private messages. Some were just a quick “Hey, check out my profile”.
And then there were the guys who were so confident that I would bite, that they just sent me pictures of their dicks. I was inundated with dick pictures. I guess guys are just overly proud of their members, however most of them were gross, hairy, poorly taken photos. There were even a few that were limp. I mean, if you’re going to try and show yourself off to strangers who may want to fuck you, at least have a hard on, right?
That first day, I didn’t chat with anyone. I just sort of took it all in. When my husband got home from work that evening, I let him know about my day. He was impressed at my gusto for joining the site and gave me the go ahead to chat with anyone whom I felt might be a good match.
After one week, and well over two hundred men attempting to contact me in some way, I had officially shown my private picture to three men. Three out of two hundred. It took all of one day for two of those men to have their access to my profile revoked. One was just dumb. I don’t do dumb. The other suddenly became extremely interested in my ass, and all of the things he was going to do to my ass. Sorry dude, off limits.
So I was down to one. If he wasn't normal, I was going to just throw in the towel. We exchanged email addresses for easier chatting. A whole week went by. We emailed back and forth everyday. Mostly ‘get to know you’ chat.We discussed everything from work, to hobbies, to what we enjoy sexually. I learned that he is super athletic, a former collegiate swimmer who just barely missed out on the Olympic trials once because he was too focused on girls. He was into music and movies and I liked what I saw when I looked at his picture. We seemed to have a lot in common which was cool, and we both felt that we were ready to meet in person, so we set it up. I chose a public place in a town that was safe for both of us and I was on my way. It was on a work day, so I was wearing something work appropriate, but sexy in a professional sort of way. I got to the spot and chose a table. And then my phone
buzzed. It was an email from my Olympian - “On my way, don’t leave!”
Really? Our very first meeting and you’re making me wait? All I could do was imagine him being some psycho murderer coming to check out his new skin suit victim. I was sweating with nervous excitement, and my deodorant chose the most inopportune time to stop working. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived. He was tall. Much taller than I ever expected him to be. At six and a half feet tall, officially a good match for my six foot frame. I love the tall guys. He was good looking, in the tall, dark and handsome way that I liked, and he had all of his teeth which was a giant mark in his favor. We hugged and sat down to talk. There was some awkward giggling and a bout of silence here and there. It was like we were both sixteen again, and on our first date ever. He seemed extremely interested in what he was looking at. He put his hand on mine. It was like he was trying to be sure that I was real or something. We chatted for about fifteen minutes before we both needed to get back to our real lives so we headed outside to say goodbye.
He wanted to kiss me, I could feel it. He kept brushing my hair off of my shoulder, getting a little closer to me each time. Internally, I decided that I would allow the kiss to happen, but I was petrified. How was I going to know if I could actually go through with this whole thing if I didn’t at least kiss him? He pulled me in and kissed me. It felt strange initially. I was tense and stiff. I hadn’t kissed anybody like that other than my husband in ten years. I decided that I had to just go for it I relaxed a bit and kissed him back. There was tongue. We sucked on each others lower lips. It was nice. He was a good kisser. He pressed his erection against my hip, and I was immediately impressed. I put my hands on his chest and abs. He was solid and muscular and as I tugged a little bit on his t-shirt, I could see is chest hair peek out. Score one and two and three for the Olympian. He whispered that he wanted to see me again, soon. And then we parted ways.
I was on my way home with a giant shit eating grin on my face. Mostly because I was insanely proud of myself for allowing another man to put his lips on mine. I liked that my husband was about to learn all about what I had just done. I liked that after two years of prospecting suitors that something real had finally happened. I felt good about the match, and knew that my Olympian was ready for whatever I put in front of him. He had emailed me before I had even gotten home to let me know how glad he was that we met, how much he enjoyed kissing me and how badly he wanted to put his hands on my body.
I was starving, it was way past our normal dinner time when I walked in the door and I knew my husband would want to eat as well. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened. I whipped up some quick dinner and we had a little talk.
“He kissed me. I kissed him back. And I’m pretty sure he has a bigger dick than you do.”
My husband sort of smirked. I could tell he wanted to hear more. There wasn’t much more to tell him. I let him know that we were definitely attracted to each other. I told him that his dick was hard while we kissed and that I felt really good about the match. I also told him that he wanted to see me again.
A few days later, after more emails back and forth I was ready for another quick meet with my Olympian. This time we met during my lunch hour, which was nice and it forced us to keep it within a certain time frame. We met at a commuter parking lot and parked in a seemingly quiet corner. I was standing next to my car as he was making his way towards me. I knew what was going to happen. I could see it in his face. He confidently walked up to me, put his hand on my face and pulled me in. He kissed me with passion. Like it was something he hadn’t had in his everyday life for years. I let myself give him the passion that he seemed so desperate for. He also immediately let me feel how hard his cock was by pressing it in to me in just the right place.
Our lips separated and we were finally able to talk again in person, without all of the nervous awkwardness that our first meeting had. It was like we had been dating for months. We were both comfortable, calm and laughing with each other. He kept telling me how sexy I was. He was touching and rubbing the small of my back with his big hands underneath my shirt. I knew he wanted to touch me more and especially wanted to kiss me more. Our time limitation was creeping up on us, so we just decided to spend five minutes making out like teenagers, and that's exactly what we did.
He kissed me long and hard on the lips. He ran his hand across my ass when I wrapped my leg around his to get just a little bit
closer to him. He kissed my neck and moved his hand up to my back again. I don’t know if it was the danger getting caught, or the temperature outside, or the nervous excitement but we were both getting sweaty and heated. I was tired of feeling his dick pressed up against me. I wanted to try and get a better feel for what I had coming to me. I reached down and cupped as much of him as I could in my hand through his pants. For a split second he seemed surprised that I went there, but quickly became more relaxed.
I rubbed him to gauge the length and gave him a light squeeze. He sort of lightly moaned with pleasure in my ear. It was like he hadn’t had attention from a woman in forever, which was sad because if I was his wife, I’d be all over that thing all the time. Again, he told me how incredibly sexy I was and that he wanted to see me again very soon, I smiled in agreement and apologized for the fact that he had to go on with his day with that giant erection in his pants. We got into our respective vehicles and drove off in opposite directions.
I was invigorated. I drove back to work smiling as I licked and touched my lips, remembering what they were doing just moments ago. I called my husband to let him know I was okay and that I was looking forward to seeing him after our long work days. We didn’t get the chance to talk about it that night, but the next night we did. And talking wasn’t the only thing that happened.
I had found a post on the forum that I am a member of, from a woman recounting her experience with her lover and her husbands involvement and excitement. It was by far the single greatest story about this type of journey that I had ever read. I pulled it up on the computer and just told my husband to read it, which he did with a smile. He also read my response to the original poster which went something like, “this is the kind of experience that makes me so excited to become a hot wife. I am so ready to jump on this train, fulfill this fantasy and become a part of this world.” He was smiling. I knew that he was ready to talk. He asked about my pop up date with my Olympian.
“There was kissing.”
“What kind of kiss? Show me.” I kissed my husband the way I kissed my Olympian.
“You gave him tongue? That's so fucking hot.”
“Fuck yes I gave him tongue. He’s hot and I wanted to make out with him.”
“What else did you do?” And then he motioned down with his eyes to show me the erection in his pants.
“We were kind of limited on time, but we talked some. We kissed some. Oh, and I touched his cock through his pants.”
“You did!! Oh my God, you little slut. That's really hot!!”
“Yes, of course I did. I wanted to see what he had in his pants. It is absolutely bigger than yours, and I like it.”
Right about then, I started to give him a hand job. His eyes were closed. He was enjoying hearing my voice telling him about what I did with my Olympian while I stroked his dick.
He has this sensitive spot on his cock that when I touch it in just the right way, drives him fucking wild. I hit the sweet spot and simultaneously told him that I wanted to see my Olympian again.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. You can see him again. Next week.” he said, as his body was quivering in ultimate pleasure.
“Good. I will. Maybe I’ll see if I can visit him at night during a break from work. This way you can sit around at home, all alone, masturbating to the thoughts of what I may be doing with him.”
“Yes. That's fine.” He was just about to explode into my hands.
“I’m going to let him touch my body. Touch my tits. Whatever he wants to do. And this time I am going to put my hand down his pants and directly on his cock. If he wants to return the favor, and touch my pussy, I’ll probably let him.”
“Oh my God, you filthy little whore. That is fine. Yes. You can do whatever you want.” And with that he came.
It was a holiday weekend. My Olympian was out of town for four days, so there was no contact. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him again. I wanted to tell him that I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted to tell him that my panties were wet with the very thought of his hands all over my body. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I couldn’t. I had to wait until he could escape his real life for a bit and come back to me.
My days without Olympian communication were bumming me out, but my husband took care of me well. There was lots of sex happening in my house that weekend. He was on top of me fucking me hard and asked if I was going to let my Olympian fuck me like that, which of course I was. He told me to ride his cock the way I wanted to ride my Olympian, so I happily obliged. I whispered in his ear that I couldn’t wait to feel my Olympians lips on my pussy and that I knew how badly he wanted to taste me. That I wanted nothing more than for my Olympian to bend me over a couch, and fuck me from behind while gently pulling on my hair. My husband kept telling me what a whore I was being, and how much he liked it. He wanted to share me with the world, and my Olympian was first in line. The orgasms were plentiful and fantastic and absolutely sublime that night.
