Introduction to hotwifing

[Cologuyforfun]

I was corresponding with a couple and we were comparing notes on how we became aware of the hotwife phenomenon. Here's my story:

I was probably 19. Thinking back on it, I was probably a physical specimen. Played college baseball, lifted weights competitively, super active. Came from a background where I was not at all unique though so gave little thought to what I looked like.

I was going to school in Ft. Collins and working nights so during the afternoon I would go up to Horsetooth, the reservoir on the west side of town, to an mpromptu "beach" on the sandstone cliffs. School was just out for the summer so it was a small crowd, maybe 30 people there on a big day. Generally college girls and guys.

Over time, I struck up a friendship with a lady in her late 20s. She was hot, a petite brunette with a smile that would melt you. There was nothing outwardly sexual about our friendship. It was my first summer away from home and I was a bit lonely. I knew she was married and she talked of her husband often. She often said she thought we would get along great and I just presumed that they, like I, enjoyed new friendships in a new town. He was getting an industrial science degree and in summer school.

I did notice the suits getting skimpier and less effort being made to maintain suit adjustment but chalked it up to getting comfortable with each other. I should have suspected something when in showing off her tan lines, she would let me glimpse a nipple or a lot of cheek. Remember, no thongs in those days. I'm sure she noticed my erections. I jumped off the cliff into the cool water many a time to get things under control.

Towards the middle of summer, she repeatedly brought up coming over to meet her husband. I was a bit uncomfortable with it as there was guilty pleasure in our beach afternoons and as you can imagine, I was whacking off daily to the thought of her hot, tanned body. But we had a lot in common and the friendship of both of them really appealed to me. So, we set up a day for me to come over.

It was incredibly awkward. It was a mid afternoon. He seemed distant and not at all talkative. We never left the front room of their rented house. She was animated, happy, and tried match making with us but it just felt weird. I was gone in 15 minutes.

The next beach date was a little subdued. She said Dave really liked you! She spent some time convincing me that we would in fact get along great. By the end of the day, we were almost back to normal.

There was probably three weeks left to summer at this point and over a few days, I noticed very slight changes in Dianne's body. Boobs slightly fuller, a touch of weight around her hips, and on one of those opportune moments, deeper color to her nipples. She was hotter than ever. I mean she oozed sex. Not just her body, but her voice and her face. Immedietly after getting situated and comfortable on our towels one day, she discloses with an incredibly sexy smile on her face that she is pregnant! Oddly, my reaction was the opposite of what I might have guessed. I open up to her about how sexy she is. I can only guess that it was because I was no longer worried about going too far since she was both married and pregnant after all! I tell her exactly what it is about her that is turning me on. I lie on my side next to her and describe to her what I am seeing. Every erotic curve, shadow and line. Not only do I quit trying to hide my erection, but I lie in a way that she can watch it grow in my shorts. This goes on for a few days. I'm thinking of nothing else, 24 hours a day. I'm sure everyone on the beach thinks we are lovers. I have never so much as touched her, except for holding her hand as we scrambled up the rocks. We only meet, see, or talk to each other on the rock. No cell phones, email, or text in those days! I'm in lust.

We start to get carried away. We now pick a spot with more privacy, not isolated mind you, but use the rocks strategically. This was not discussed, it just was. I notice absolutely the tiniest change in her body and quietly describe to her as we lie there how beautiful she is and how it turns me on, making sure she can see my cock grow and twitch. She comments on and loves the wet spot where the tip of my cock strains against my shorts. And she develops a dark wet seam down the center of the crotch of her blue bikini that I watch grow with my comments. Only the daily afternoon thundershowers drive us off the rock.

The sexuality of our relationship escalates quickly and culminates one memorable day. I allow the tip of my cock to grow out of the top of my shorts. It is so hard that the head is purple, it throbs, and drips pre-cum for her to see. She sexily swipes the end of my cock and licks her finger. Then she discretely slides her hand into her bikini, gives her clit a few swirls with the same sticky finger and plunges her center finger into herself. She gives me a look that I will not forget in a lifetime, and in a single motion withdraws her hand and puts her finger in my mouth.

Simultaneously, we say let's go! She says to my house. I balk but she immediately explains, and here is the hotwife nexus, that Dave knows all about us, is turned on by it, and as a matter of fact, she got pregnant while they were role playing that I was fucking her! Dispite my shock, at that moment you could not have killed my lust buzz if you had run over me with a truck! She jumped in her car and me on a motorcycle I drove that day and I followed her home. She was on the phone to Dave when I walked in the open door. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom.

We had seen each other nearly naked all summer so clothes went in seconds. I'd like to say that we had an extraordinarily diverse, acrobatic foreplay session but her back hit the bed, her legs wrapped around me and Immedietly pulled me into her creamy, swollen pussy. No foreplay necessary, or actually, months of foreplay was enough! After just a few strokes she said to wait to cum til Dave got home. I was building so fast that I had to hold completely still. I even had to hold her tight because her bit of hip grinding was too much. I managed to wait the five minutes until he arrived. Not much was said, we exchanges hellos, and she pulled me back into her. We did it twice that afternoon. Dave took her between events. It was the best sex of my young life. After the second time, I said I had to go. I let myself out as he was again entering her.

She never came back to the beach, and I drove by her house many times hoping I would see her. I called a couple of times and got hung up on. I took the hint and left them alone. I never saw her again. While I am tremendously thankful for the experience, I am saddened to this day that I lost my sexy friend from the lake. I do have them to thank for a lifelong appreciation of pregnant women!

[bewareoflizzy]

Great story & even better experience!

[Cologuyforfun]

Thank! You are right, it was both. A lesson learned too. The distant and somewhat terse atmosphere of my first meeting with her husband has been a common experience with other husbands of hotwives since then. What do you expect from a guy that is meeting a fellow for the first time that he may be letting fuck his wife!

So, now I expect the terseness and try to lighten the moment. When my wife was being shared, I was very careful to not send the wrong non-verbal message. Shortly after the handshake, I say, with a smile on my face, "Man, you are gonna love getting in my wife's pants!. I'm kind of a big guy so fellows who did not fully understand hotwifing really needed to be reassured that there was not an ass kicking in store.

[OOAA]

Nice story, thanks for sharing it