I fantasize about this quite frequently, and have begun to show my writings to my lady. She is excited by them, but figured I might post them here as well to get some feedback from people more directly interested in the practice of hotwifing and cuckolding.
Part 1
It was that night of the month again, and both of them had no doubt spent the past 30 days anticipating it. She anticipated the night she would unleash her animalistic side, while he imagined the look on her face, the pure ecstasy of being taken in a way he could not take her. He loved her with all of his heart, but she couldn’t be a slut for him. He was her husband, and they were in the kind of love that they would do anything for each other. But this one night per month was reserved for a wilder side.
They would spend the month teasing one another, her flashing hints and him being attentive to her every need. Secretly his favorite part of the entire game was taking her shopping for lingerie. He couldn’t tell her this, but he loved the way she modeled each piece for him, always reminding him that he could look but not touch – that this was reserved for her date. He practically died in his holytrainer at the sound of these words, spoken from the soft and warm lips of his beautiful fiancé. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him, and his life was complete, had served its purpose, because he could now spend the rest of his life with her. He sighed deeply at the thought, watching her emerge from the dressing room again, not allowing him to see her perfect little naked body for the past week leading up to their date night. They spoke about “date night” often, and if anyone heard them they would think that it was a date like any other.
After hours of torture watching her emerge in a different outfit, he finally chose one, confident that it would please her date. His cock and heart throbbed in unison, and he had to struggle to stand without making things too obvious. Some of the women at the store were watching them, aware that something was different about their relationship. She was more confident than every other woman in the store; she walked with an air about herself that increased her beauty tenfold. She was hot and she knew it, she believed it, and she proved it often.
They kissed greedily on the car ride home, but she was careful not to get carried away. She wanted him to be teased thoroughly, and that required that he remain completely denied for at least a few days beforehand.
At home he rubbed her feet and they cuddled as they gazed into each other’s eyes. No one had loved as deeply as they did.
My First Story!
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cruelranch
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She smiled as she set the holytrainer on the bed next to him where he lay, slowly stroking himself, watching her walk to the mirror. She was so careful the way she put on her makeup, it made him burn with erotic jealousy. She wanted to look perfect, and as she stood there in the lingerie they had just purchased, he thought about how lovely she looked. There was no hesitation in either of them, they were certain that this is what they wanted and it aroused them to no end. The purple lace on her bra traced her fragile shoulders, while the matching panties curled around her ass and disappeared between her thighs. He noticed a wet spot on the outside of her panties, and he felt his hand squeeze down suddenly on his cock.
She poked her ass out toward him, with her back to the bed to look closely in the mirror. Her little foot rose up behind her, and he caught sight of her soft soles and dark red nail polish. He so badly wanted to crawl over and eat her perfect little toes, but he knew better. She might slip and ruin her makeup, in which case she would punish him and they would be late for her date. The thought nearly caused him to orgasm, but her voice broke the air without turning her head. She ordered him to ice down her cock and slip it back into her holytrainer. It was her holytrainer, and her cock, and she never let him forget it. He understood why he was kept tightly locked, both because he longed to be in her control, and she was extremely possessive of him.
A month had gone by without an orgasm, but he excitedly got off the bed and fetched a cup of ice water. She loved teasing him almost as much as she enjoyed being free to explore any sexual avenue that was presented to her. She blew him a kiss in the mirror and shook her ass at him while he dipped his throbbing cock into the ice water. As his erection subsided, she crossed the room and placed him into the device. She bent over with the key around her neck and locked the holytrainer. As she did, her breasts dangled in front of his face and they kissed their lips together softly.
He never wanted to fuck her more! She stepped off the bed and slipped into her dress. A short, black, velvety dress that was sure to turn heads anywhere. He zipped her up, his hands shaking from the rush of sex and the smell of her perfume. Then she sat back down again on the bed and offered her feet to him so he could put her heels on. She wiggled her toes and his cock strained against the cage – it was like magic. He let out a sigh and she lifted her dress to tease him one last time.
She poked her ass out toward him, with her back to the bed to look closely in the mirror. Her little foot rose up behind her, and he caught sight of her soft soles and dark red nail polish. He so badly wanted to crawl over and eat her perfect little toes, but he knew better. She might slip and ruin her makeup, in which case she would punish him and they would be late for her date. The thought nearly caused him to orgasm, but her voice broke the air without turning her head. She ordered him to ice down her cock and slip it back into her holytrainer. It was her holytrainer, and her cock, and she never let him forget it. He understood why he was kept tightly locked, both because he longed to be in her control, and she was extremely possessive of him.
A month had gone by without an orgasm, but he excitedly got off the bed and fetched a cup of ice water. She loved teasing him almost as much as she enjoyed being free to explore any sexual avenue that was presented to her. She blew him a kiss in the mirror and shook her ass at him while he dipped his throbbing cock into the ice water. As his erection subsided, she crossed the room and placed him into the device. She bent over with the key around her neck and locked the holytrainer. As she did, her breasts dangled in front of his face and they kissed their lips together softly.
He never wanted to fuck her more! She stepped off the bed and slipped into her dress. A short, black, velvety dress that was sure to turn heads anywhere. He zipped her up, his hands shaking from the rush of sex and the smell of her perfume. Then she sat back down again on the bed and offered her feet to him so he could put her heels on. She wiggled her toes and his cock strained against the cage – it was like magic. He let out a sigh and she lifted her dress to tease him one last time.
Re: My First Story!
OK great so far
More please
More please
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cruelranch
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They pulled into the pharmacy and he went inside while she waited in the car. She kept checking her makeup and hair in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. There was a tingle between her legs, and she cooed softly to herself. Curiosity swelled up inside her as she wondered what it would be like to make love to two men in the same night. To feel desired from someone new and to be showered with attention from the safety of her marriage. She felt like the luckiest woman alive, and whenever she felt guilt creep up about what would happen tonight, she looked at the key around her neck and remembered the arousal in her husband’s eyes.
Inside the store he fumbled with the packages of condoms on the shelf. The woman next to him glanced and saw his hands shaking. His cock jerked inside the cage, filling it up and going no further. Did she know? As he stood in the checkout line, he pondered the situation. He was not going to wear these condoms – no – they were not for him. It made him jealous and angry, but as he stepped forward to the register, the holytrainer held him tightly in place, preventing his bulge from showing through his pants. He had never been so excited in his life!
The sexual tension in the car was too much for him. He handed her the condoms and she put them in her purse. His eyes drifted off the road and into her lap, soaking up her beauty. She was the perfect fuck. He imagined what would happen tonight, how would he feel, would he still be excited an hour from now? No matter his doubts, his cock strained in its prison and it reassured him that what they were doing would be fun. She rubbed the back of his head and leaned over to suck on his ear. It sent shivers down his spine and he had to push her away so he could focus on driving. She smiled to herself, knowing how crazy she was making him. They didn’t speak much in the car; each knew the others’ thoughts and their silence only added to the erotic tension.
He dropped her off in front of the hotel, pausing a moment to watch her walk away. He loved watching her walk, the way her hips swayed, the perfect tone of her legs, and the way little gusts of wind pulled her dress a bit higher. He thought she would just walk straight inside, but at the last second she turned around and blew him a kiss before disappearing into the hotel. His heart beat faster than ever, and he thought his cock would break through the cage. A sinking feeling grew in his stomach and he thought he would be sick, but the feeling was accompanied by a rush of sexual images. He struggled to park the car, and looked at the clock. His phone buzzed a few moments later with her text message, letting him know she was okay and that she was sitting with her date at the bar.
For the next half hour he waited in the car, smoked a cigarette to cool his nerves, and tugged on his holytrainer, desperate for some kind of relief. Once the half hour was up, he took a deep breath and went inside.
Inside the store he fumbled with the packages of condoms on the shelf. The woman next to him glanced and saw his hands shaking. His cock jerked inside the cage, filling it up and going no further. Did she know? As he stood in the checkout line, he pondered the situation. He was not going to wear these condoms – no – they were not for him. It made him jealous and angry, but as he stepped forward to the register, the holytrainer held him tightly in place, preventing his bulge from showing through his pants. He had never been so excited in his life!
The sexual tension in the car was too much for him. He handed her the condoms and she put them in her purse. His eyes drifted off the road and into her lap, soaking up her beauty. She was the perfect fuck. He imagined what would happen tonight, how would he feel, would he still be excited an hour from now? No matter his doubts, his cock strained in its prison and it reassured him that what they were doing would be fun. She rubbed the back of his head and leaned over to suck on his ear. It sent shivers down his spine and he had to push her away so he could focus on driving. She smiled to herself, knowing how crazy she was making him. They didn’t speak much in the car; each knew the others’ thoughts and their silence only added to the erotic tension.
He dropped her off in front of the hotel, pausing a moment to watch her walk away. He loved watching her walk, the way her hips swayed, the perfect tone of her legs, and the way little gusts of wind pulled her dress a bit higher. He thought she would just walk straight inside, but at the last second she turned around and blew him a kiss before disappearing into the hotel. His heart beat faster than ever, and he thought his cock would break through the cage. A sinking feeling grew in his stomach and he thought he would be sick, but the feeling was accompanied by a rush of sexual images. He struggled to park the car, and looked at the clock. His phone buzzed a few moments later with her text message, letting him know she was okay and that she was sitting with her date at the bar.
For the next half hour he waited in the car, smoked a cigarette to cool his nerves, and tugged on his holytrainer, desperate for some kind of relief. Once the half hour was up, he took a deep breath and went inside.
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hornedhubby
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Nice work. You are spinning the tale quite well. Please continue.
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nevertoolate
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A unique perspective not often seen in hotwife essays. Well done, looking forward for more!
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Please write more!
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As she walked around the hotel lobby, she looked at the various people walking by and wondered if any of them were here for the same thing: to lay witness to the lustful seduction of a married woman, with the husband present no less. It was doubtful, but the thought aroused her, and a quiver crept up her leg. She loved her husband very much, and the guilt came rushing back to her. Surely she could not go through with this! She was not that kind of person! But throughout these thoughts she did not turn around. She did not walk back to the car and unlock her husband. She did not make love to him furiously, desperately. Instead she was moving with purpose, her heels clicked forcefully on the stone floor, and heads turned. Suddenly she was aware how specifically those looks pierced her. No longer was she a person, but a piece of flesh to be touched. Though she was dressed in jewels and a classy gown, the gaze of the men attacked her. They did not offend her though. She felt herself in a new light, a new angle emerged to her, and she found herself exaggerating each step.
The lobby was too crowded, and he couldn’t see her. He walked awkwardly among a group of young flight attendants, his cage had never felt so uncomfortable, and he had never been more aroused. Each glance hoped to find her, but she was out of sight. Had she already been seduced? Had he missed it? Surely it could not have happened so quickly! The thoughts subsided when he saw her, sitting at a table across from her date. Fearing she would see him, he took a seat far behind some other tables – far enough to see her, and far enough away to not intrude. He didn’t want her to be nervous or keep looking at him. He truly wanted to be a fly on the wall. The way she crossed her legs was typical, but she fidgeted a bit in her seat. Then she glanced over at him.
His phone buzzed, she had texted him a smiley face with a wink. His heart leapt into his throat, and he felt the familiar throbbing of the chastity cage, only this time it was painful. He was too aroused that it was beginning to hurt. A waitress came to the table at that moment, offering to get him a drink. Her presence distracted him from what was going on at the other side of the room.
As his lovely wife disappeared onto the dance floor, memories of last night flooded his mind. They had showered together, her opening his chastity to allow his erection to sprout to life. He shaved her under the water, her silky legs and armpits. Then he shaved her pussy, but took great care in carving a design into her pubic hair. He cut carefully to leave only a small patch of hair in the shape of a heart. A smile spread across her face when she caught on to his artwork. The thought that they were preparing her, like an offering to the gods of passion, had been intoxicating. He placed a thousand kisses on her body, and scrubbed her feet until they were soft and dainty.
Just the memory of last night was enough to make the cage snug once again; and he sat with a grin on his face, scanning the dance floor, wondering how he could be so lucky to have found a wife this adventurous.
The lobby was too crowded, and he couldn’t see her. He walked awkwardly among a group of young flight attendants, his cage had never felt so uncomfortable, and he had never been more aroused. Each glance hoped to find her, but she was out of sight. Had she already been seduced? Had he missed it? Surely it could not have happened so quickly! The thoughts subsided when he saw her, sitting at a table across from her date. Fearing she would see him, he took a seat far behind some other tables – far enough to see her, and far enough away to not intrude. He didn’t want her to be nervous or keep looking at him. He truly wanted to be a fly on the wall. The way she crossed her legs was typical, but she fidgeted a bit in her seat. Then she glanced over at him.
His phone buzzed, she had texted him a smiley face with a wink. His heart leapt into his throat, and he felt the familiar throbbing of the chastity cage, only this time it was painful. He was too aroused that it was beginning to hurt. A waitress came to the table at that moment, offering to get him a drink. Her presence distracted him from what was going on at the other side of the room.
As his lovely wife disappeared onto the dance floor, memories of last night flooded his mind. They had showered together, her opening his chastity to allow his erection to sprout to life. He shaved her under the water, her silky legs and armpits. Then he shaved her pussy, but took great care in carving a design into her pubic hair. He cut carefully to leave only a small patch of hair in the shape of a heart. A smile spread across her face when she caught on to his artwork. The thought that they were preparing her, like an offering to the gods of passion, had been intoxicating. He placed a thousand kisses on her body, and scrubbed her feet until they were soft and dainty.
Just the memory of last night was enough to make the cage snug once again; and he sat with a grin on his face, scanning the dance floor, wondering how he could be so lucky to have found a wife this adventurous.