Our Hotwives

Fictitious Event Based on True Story....

I'm 44 years old, Lisa is 4 years older than me. We have been seeing each other for 11 years, not married, don't live together, but we have lived through a lot together. I'll spare the details of all that, but it works for us.

Our sex life has always been fun. She is 5' 7" and large breasts, beautiful woman, never disappoints me, always turns heads, even though she usually dresses very casual and in non revealing clothes. She is beautiful even this way-when she does put on make up and dresses up, watch out!

Ever since I was a developing young man I have always fantasized about a woman that was just driven crazy by the need and lust for sex. I was always sexually attracted to the idea of dating a slut, and I found the pregnant girls in school very hot-because it meant that had had sex!! We moved around quite a bit growing up, so it was hard to settle down and date much.

I found a Penthouse Letters book in my parents room and I once read a particular story about a man who shared his wife with a house guest unexpectedly and found it to be very hot, and so did I. Playing around on the internet, I found out about cuckolding, and I read all the stories I could find on it. Who knows if any or some of them are true or not, but the fantasy was really appealing to me. Another story was about a guy who met and fell in love with a girl at an orgy after she had been thoroughly used, and again, I found this to be an intoxicating notion.

The first time I considered this with Lisa we were eating at a cafeteria type restaurant. While I paid for the food, she took her tray to go find a table. There weren't many people in the restaurant, but when I got to the table there was a very muscular guy sitting at the table next to ours and they were talking. After I sat down she was openly flirting with him right in front of me, commenting on his muscles, etc. This was very unlike her, never had done anything like that in the past, so I was a bit shocked. He was very laid back and cool about the whole thing, very nice guy and did not take advantage of the situation. She told me later that he had sat down next to the table she picked after she sat there, and since she wasn't with anyone at that moment, he must have assumed she was alone, and when he realized she wasn't, then he backed off.

The flirting didn't last too long, and soon the conversation winded down. It seemed a bit awkward at that point since he and was the only other person there. She asked me if I wanted to move, but I felt a bit upstaged, and if felt like moving would be like running with my tail between my legs. After he left she told me the reason why she did that was because she saw me looking at this girl earlier...and yes, she is a bit jealous.

After I went home that night and many nights after that I fantasized about what might have been if the guy had pursued it. We are very honest and open with each other, and so when she got mad about introducing this topic, I told her I was just telling her what was going on with me and it didn't mean we had to go through with it.

I didn't pursue it any further then.

A few weeks later we got into a fight about something completely different. We kissed and made up and I suggested that my previous idea might be a good way to relieve her anger...she could direct her anger towards sex. She was concerned if I wanted to continue to have sex with her, and I said of course!(I am not that kind of cuckold that wants to be cut off.)Then she asked me if I wanted to have sex with others, and I said I'm not interested in that, but that would be up to her. She said 'no way!'. I said, that's fine, and I find that hot!! She said she would think about it and then she had to go to work for an evening job she was working.

I had several errands to run that evening. When I checked my phone, there was a message from her. "God, I am so horny! Someone better fuck me before I get off work!" And with that we started our shared fantasies about sharing her with another guy, and more clarification about how that might play out.

So we continued our fantasies and love making. Sometimes we made love without reference to this new thing, sometimes we mentioned it. I was a bit too gun ho talking about it too much in the beginning after she opened up the dam, but I learned to temper it.

I knew that there was a guy at work that she liked, that she thought liked her too. She told me they would look at each other while they worked and smile at each other. They had some other interaction.

One night, we made love, and I came a bit too quickly. So she started talking about him while massaging the tip of my penus. I started asking her if she wished that she could sleep with him, and she said yes. I said do you wish he was here right now, and she said yes to that. And we were kind of having this conversation about how she wanted to ask him out but didn't know how to explain our relationship. I said, 'Just don't tell him about me'. And she said that I didn't want to lose her.

While we were talking, even though I was incredibly turned on by this, I also felt funny in my stomach, which I have read that other cucks experienced. I was feeling scared and turned on by the whole thing. So as I climbed back on top of her to initiate another session, I came unglued. I didn't get upset or anything but whatever resistance I had to this inside would not let me go further. I did tell her that a better answer would be to tell him about me but just say that I let you play.

One of the reasons I felt safe to go down this road with Lisa was because she cannot keep anything hidden from me. There have been things that she had done that were really of no earth shattering importance to anyone that she confessed to. And I am the same way to a degree, so there is a lot of trust in the relationship.

One afternoon, after work she told me that John, the guy she liked at work was selling his truck and wanted to know if I was interested in buying it. My first response in the moment was, 'what the heck do I need a truck for? I just bought this Cherokee!' She said that he had a for sale sign on his truck and his phone number was on it, and I was like, whatever....

It wasn't until I got back to my place that night and was getting ready for bed that I found the palm of my hand suddenly and immediately attached to my forehead.

'It wasn't about buying his truck that she wanted his phone number for!', I blurted out to my basset hound, who just responded with a cocked head and then a lick on my face.

Welcome to the forum. I combined your three threads into one since none had comments on them yet. This way all comments will be in one thread. Nice story. Did you intentionally not post part III or was IV misnumbered?

allengt wrote:Welcome to the forum. I combined your three threads into one since none had comments on them yet. This way all comments will be in one thread. Nice story. Did you intentionally not post part III or was IV misnumbered?

There is no missing part. Can i or u adjust the numbering?

This sounds great! I hope you continue!

I'm a bit curious about what part of the is "true", and what part is "based on a true story".

roadrunner wrote:This sounds great! I hope you continue!

I'm a bit curious about what part of the is "true", and what part is "based on a true story".

I will clarify that at the end. As of this moment 99.99% is spot on.

austincuck wrote:

roadrunner wrote:This sounds great! I hope you continue!

I'm a bit curious about what part of the is "true", and what part is "based on a true story".

I will clarify that at the end. As of this moment 99.99% is spot on.

If there is more I'm certainly willing to wait for the answer!

I have found that it is better to go slow than just bring this kind of thing up with Lisa just any old time I get a hankering to talk about it with her. I try to let her bring it up and then be willing to talk about it when she’s ready. So I didn’t call her right away and say ‘let’s get his number and test drive the truck!’ I waited for the right time the next time I was with her.

Finally the opportunity presented itself. ‘I’ve been thinking about John’s truck…maybe we should go test drive it.’ ‘Really?’ she said, somewhat excitedly. ‘Yeah, get his number next time you are at work and we’ll give him a call.’

‘I have it right here!’

I was like wow. Kind of scared, kind of excited. She didn’t waste any time, she already had the number, asking me if I wanted to call him was a formality. She was ready to ‘buy the truck’…. Of course test driving the truck didn’t mean that this was going to turn into a threesome, or a twosome. How many people test drive vehicles and walk away either buying or not, with nothing else expected? But it still felt like shut up or put up. She knew I didn’t need a truck, I knew I didn’t need a truck. We both knew why we had the number and wanted to call him. And I told her all this that I was feeling. She said she was scared, too, but that it felt exciting getting his number and going over there, even if it was just to drive this stupid truck and meet him and see what happens.

When does it get to the point of no return? Fantasy is one thing but actually making a call to the person that might sleep with my girlfriend was something else completely. In the fantasy I have a lot of control. I was giving up a lot of control to put this more in the realm of reality.

She gave me the slip of paper that had his number on it. I just looked at it, looked at her and looked back at the John’s number. I made a funny face with my eyebrow and we both started laughing. Then we kissed, and fooled around a little bit.

‘You want to do this?’ I asked. She said, I don’t know, do you?’ 'I am not sure I can do this!' 'Me neither!'

We carried on like this for awhile, feeling each other out, and trying to come to terms with the whole possibility. We decided that we could always leave if things were not going right, or if it didn't felt right and that if one of us wasn't comfortable, then the whole thing would stop no matter where we were.

We finally decided 'to call'.

‘How about you call him since you know him?’ ‘Well, what would I say?’ ‘Just tell him hi, how are you doing, sorry to bother you, etc. I got your number off of your For Sale sign on your truck because my boyfriend was interested in buying it and can we come over sometime and drive it?’

After some further banter about whether she was going to write this down or not, etc, she decided she was ready to call him. ‘You want me to stay in the room, or leave?’ ‘Well if you stay in here, you have to be quiet and don’t make me laugh. If you can’t you need to leave.’ Sometimes I do act kind of goofy, especially when I am nervous. She knows me well! She's been known to give me an angry look and wave me away while she's talking to someone. But I promised to be good. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeesss’.

I’ve always thought that she would make a good cuckoldress.

So she sat on the edge of her bed with her cell phone and dialed the numbers.

‘John, this is Lisa from work. Hi!’

After some friendly chat that sounded like two people who knew each other from work conversing on the phone, they agreed that Saturday afternoon would be the best time. She put me on the phone with him and he told me about the truck and why he was selling it and it's a great truck, just had new tires put on, blah, blah, blah. I asked a few questions-did he buy it new, how many miles on it, any accidents, blah, blah, blah....

It was the sort of phone call you would expect if someone's boyfriend was actually interested in buying a truck from someone that his girlfriend worked with.

I handed the phone back to her and they chatted some more and that was that.

Being that it was Wednesday, we had some time to formulate a plan of possible scenarios about how to turn a test drive that ends with a happy ending. 'I can't believe we are talking about this!' 'Me neither'. 'But it's fun!'

We came up with some signals for I'm not comfortable to I'm comfortable with this.

The rest of the week resulted in some steamy sex and further plans for Saturday.

Friday night I was restless, could hardly sleep, but after several orgasms, I finally got a few hours before I had to get up. You could say as Saturday came, so did I.

Finally the time came to go pick her up and go to John's house. She called him and got directions and we headed over. She was dressed nice-tight colorful shirt that I like, jeans and a coat. Nothing too revealing or slutty, just a good looking girl. She was all smiles and we laughed all the way. When we got to the house, and turned off the engine it was another dose of reality. Would this be a simple test drive or would she leave, spent and satisfied? Once pandora's box was open, would it ever close again? Would we want it to?

He was working outside, so we didn't have to knock on the door. We got out of the Jeep, and exchanged hellos and shook hands with John, the guy that we had been fantasizing about whose hands might touch Lisa.

I had hoped that we might all do the test ride together, with Lisa in the middle, but it was not to be. He was working on something in his garage and he gave me the keys and told me to take ‘er for a spin. Turning toward the truck, Lisa asked if she could hang with him while I was on the test drive. He said sure, c’mon!

So there I was driving this Ford F 150-2006, clean with 75,000 miles cold, cold A/C! The only thing I really cared about was what was going on back at the ranch with John and Lisa. I had to do a convincing test drive to make that look legit, and that would give them some alone time. What had seemed like an hour was only a few minutes, and I was only just now backing out the driveway....

After putting the truck through 20 minutes worth of pointless paces, I returned, and John and Lisa came walking up to the truck. ‘What’d do ya think? Did she handle well? Was she responsive?’ As I opened the hood and stared at the motor, I wanted to ask the same of him! I asked him a few relevant questions regarding the car, and then asked Lisa if I could talk to her for a second.

She revealed to me as we feigned considering a truck purchase that there was a little flirting but nothing pending. At this point, it would probably be ‘thanks for stopping by, see ya later!’ We had to figure a way to get into the house and going to the bathroom seemed like a good idea as any.

‘Sure, let me straighten up a few things to be presentable.’ Lisa went first. I chatted with John a little more about the truck. Lisa was in there a long 5 minutes before we heard ‘John, where’s the toilet paper?’ He stood outside the door navigating direction for toilet paper, but she said she couldn’t find anything.

‘Ok, sorry about that Lisa, I could have sworn there was some in there today. Let me get you something out of the other bathroom.’
I stood down the hall from the bathroom while John opened the door to hand her the toilet paper. When he opened the door, he almost froze and was clearly looking her up and down. I didn’t know then what Lisa was up to but I don’t think she was solving crossword puzzles…

Ok, I am done. It was all true until we get to part after she told me he was selling his truck. That part was true, and the part about me not realizing that we might have used that opportunity to make something happen was true. Everything after that, including the dog was fiction.

but the story isn't finished!!! What happened next!

LOL!!! I am glad to hear that the story was at least interesting enough to engage you!

In this case, I prefer leaving the rest to the imagination of the reader...I think we know what happened to the toilet paper...or perhaps it was never missing in the first place...there is only one thing that could have held his gaze when he opened the door to the bathroom....

The thing that I really like reading in hot wife stories is the verbal exchange that happens between the wife and the other male, particularly in first time stories...the tension that builds between the wife and the other male, and then finally the wife says something that expresses her lust and willingness to proceed. The way this worked out we didn't get to hear the verbal exchange that happened between Lisa and John. All we got was a word that some innocent fliring happened and a door opening and her presenting herself to John in a way that may have caught him way off guard, he didn't see this coming...did he throw us out of the house? Did he 'dig in'? I think it was too abrupt and not realistic.