Hello guys, below I am posting a story that I wrote specifically for my wife.
My wife does play, but only every once in a while, and I would like to turn her more into an actual hotwife.
So to get her more interested I decided I want to write out some of my fantasies in story form, and sent it to her so she can to read.
This is my first story, and it has a lot of elements I know she will enjoy, and also a lot of things she knows I fantasize about.
So I hope to hear some reactions, maybe some advice on getting better at writing such stories.
Be warned this story is of a cuckold nature, so maybe not everyone will enjoy this one.
Anyway, please let me know what you think!
"The party", a story I wrote and intend to send to my wife.
Re: "The party", a story I wrote and intend to send to my wi
Hello Emma,
Last night I had a very strange dream
I am little afraid to tell you about my dream, but here it goes anyway.
A few days ago I was reading on the internet about a party that happened last month, and I have been dreaming about it the whole night.
You would have liked this party, but I did not like at all.
The party was for couples, however it was a party only for those couples where the wife is in charge.
The husbands there were first told to just sit back, and then secondly that it was expected of them to do everything they were told to, without any complaints.
The women really enjoyed this game, all laughing together at their husbands, teasing their hubbies, quietly sitting in a corner of the room.
As you can guess, the women wives had also invited several single men to the party. Most of these were men very tall and good-looking.
Of course the wives immediately started flirting with these handsome guys, making their husband very nervous.
It just made the women laugh, and they started teasing their husbands, and telling them to sit back, be quiet and allow their wives to have some fun!
In my dream you were one of these women at this party, my sweet Emma.
You were looked incredibly sexy, and I could see several of those handsome guys were seriously looking at you.
Well, you seemed to like the attention, and started flirting with several of the men.
Most in particular with one good-looking guy who was tall, with broad shoulders and had an attractive face.
The way you smiled at him, I could tell you liked him.
And because you were the only chocolate girl at the party, and having that a nice round figure you have, not surprisingly several guys were seriously flirting back at you.
It got me nervous, and the other husbands seemed nervous also, but all the girls were just having great fun.
Very soon you were talking to at least two handsome guys, while the other women were also quickly picking their favourite men.
One of the wives started kissing a guy, which made all the other girls laugh. They called her husband and asked him how he was feeling, seeing his wife kissing another man.
Her husband said he was ok, but the women noticed his face had turned a little red, so they laughed at him saying: "Oohh! You poor little man! Are you getting jealous, sweetie?"
I saw you smiling at the two men you were talking to, and they were clearly liking you also.
You only had eyes for these two guys, and seemed to be completely forgetting about me, sitting in my corner of the room, watching everything that you and the other girls were doing, having fun.
Then suddenly I noticed you smiling at me, and you waved your hand at me, signalling me to come over.
I almost ran over to you, but when I got near you, you just told me "Get on your knees, baby!"
For a moment I did not know what to do, but then I noticed all the women started laughing at me.
I looked at them, surprised, but they just laughed and told me I really had no choice, at this party the women are in charge and the men do as they are told.
Next I heard you say, a little angry; "Listen baby, I want to show my friends here who is the real Boss in our marriage. So do what I tell you!"
I did.
The other women immediately starting making compliments at you, telling you what lucky girl you were to have such a sweet husband.
It felt weird. Looking up I could see all the women smiling down on me, telling me what a good boy I was.
You were really enjoying your little game, and began explaining to your girlfriends how happy you were being married to such a sweet man.
One of the women made you a compliment, telling you your husband looked very sexy the way he was dressed.
She said your hubby was really looking very cute.
I looked at myself. Then I realized what I was wearing: yellow high-heel shoes, and my nails had been painted pink.
Above this I was dressed in something brown and yellow, a tiger-print dress hanging loosely from my shoulders.
And below that everyone clearly could see I was wearing pink panties, and underneath the pink panties my pink lock was showing through, visible for everyone to see.
I heard one of the girls tell you she really admired what you had done to my lips and eyes, and how it well matched my pink nails and pink underwear.
They all agreed it was very sexy. I did not know what to say, but that just made the women laugh even harder.
Your girlfriends told me I really should not be so shy, and that I needed to be nice to these two handsome guys my wife had been chatting with.
You just smiled at me, telling me: “Good boy!”
Next you introduced me to the two guys you had been talking to. It felt very awkward.
It was embarrassing to have say to hello to these two men, and giving them a polite hand, with them standing next to you, towering above me, looking down on me, and with me on the floor looking up.
Your girlfriends asked me if I was happy my wife had been talking to these two handsome guys.
Before I could even answer, one of the girls turned to you, and told you that maybe you should show your husband how much you really were enjoying yourself, flirting with such good-looking men.
You turned in my direction, started laughing, and just said enthusiastically: “Sure, I can do that!”
Next I watched you slowly walking over to the tallest of the two guys, smiling at him, saying “Hello there handsome, are you enjoying yourself as much as I am?”
He smiled back, and responded that before had met you he had really been hoping to meet a sexy, gorgeous black woman, just like you.
Then I heard you say: “Well, maybe you should show my husband how much you enjoy meeting a sexy black girl like me, by giving me a little kiss…”
The kiss immediately turned into much more, and just moments later I watched you seriously making out with this tall sexy stranger.
You started kissing this handsome man passionately, right there in front of me. I was looking up at you, still in my position on the floor.
His hand began moving slowly down your dress, from the way you were kissing him I knew he was a making you very wet.
Your hands were already inspecting the front of his pants.
"You see?" your girlfriends told me. Are you not happy you wife is having so much fun today?”
“Do you see how fine and handsome this man is? Doesn’t it make you proud seeing such a tall and good-looking guy flirting and making out with your sexy wife? Can you see how excited she is?”
“How does it feel to see your wife kissing another man, right here in front of you, little boy?”
Seeing the look on my face , they all started laughing at me, and a tall blond girl shouted: “O look, he is jealous! Isn’t that funny?”
She gave me a wicked smile; "You see, your wife needs someone taller than you.
Someone much bigger and stronger, someone who has what she needs to be happy."
She moved towards the man, and with her hands she grabbed the front of his pants, where a very huge bulge now appeared, clearly showing what had previously been hiding underneath his clothes.
"See that? This is the real reason why your wife likes this particular man so much, isn’t it Emma?"
You nodded your head in agreement, making me nervous, but I saw you laughing excitedly.
You smiled at the this handsome man, looking directly into his eyes. I knew you wanted a lot more.
Your friend continued at me: "Maybe you don’t believe me, little boy? Do you need prove?"
"Do you need to see how much bigger he actually is compared to you? Do you want to see what he has got, that you do not have down there?”
"What this handsome man can give your wife, and you cannot?"
The girl pointed at the lock under my pink panties: "That thing you have down there is a lot smaller than him, isn’t it?"
Under my pink panties, I could not help it, it was hurting seriously, but it was impossible for me to escape from my lock or to get hard.
I looked at you and I saw how your fingers were playfully touching the keys, attached to the necklace chain, dropping down loosely around your neck.
The women put her foot forward and gave a light kick against the lock, then smiled at me and told me: "That is probably why she locked it, right?".
All the women were now laughing, enjoying their little game, having fun teasing me. They pointed at the necklace you were wearing.
Then I suddenly heard you say: "Well, maybe I should show my hubby how much bigger he really is?"
You reached over to the guy you had been kissing, and your hand grabbed down towards his pants.
With one move you pulled down his shorts, allowing everyone to see what this man had and I don’t.
It was huge.
"See that?" you said, "This is why we are here, baby. No actually, it is why I am here, not you."
With your free hand you grabbed the keys dangling from your necklace, shaking it, and making a tingling sound.
Smiling you told me: "Only I am allowed, not you. I have the contract, so I am the Boss, and that means you will do whatever I tell you to! You signed it… Remember, baby?"
Your girlfriends started applauding: "You go girl…!! Show him what the rules are, sweetheart!"
While they were laughing I saw your other hand reaching down, and I could see your fingers now curiously running over the huge bulge that had appeared from underneath the man’s pants.
The tall blond girl started laughing and turned towards me: "See that boy? You poor little thing, you need to remember this party is not about you."
"This party is all about your wife having some fun. She makes the rules here, and you simply do what you are told… You know that, right?”
She pointed at the handsome man, and asked you: "Does your hubby really know how much bigger it is? It can even get a lot bigger than that, you know !"
The girls agreed eagerly, telling me that despite my lock being small, I probably still did not really understand the difference between small and huge.
I looked at you , but you had starting kissing with this man again, as if I wasn’t even there.
The blond girl started laughing and just asked: “Well, since your hubby still has his cute pink lipstick on, maybe he can help us to find out how big it can actually grow?? "
“Come here little girl! Tell me, have those pretty pink lips of yours ever kissed something really really big??”
Last night I had a very strange dream
I am little afraid to tell you about my dream, but here it goes anyway.
A few days ago I was reading on the internet about a party that happened last month, and I have been dreaming about it the whole night.
You would have liked this party, but I did not like at all.
The party was for couples, however it was a party only for those couples where the wife is in charge.
The husbands there were first told to just sit back, and then secondly that it was expected of them to do everything they were told to, without any complaints.
The women really enjoyed this game, all laughing together at their husbands, teasing their hubbies, quietly sitting in a corner of the room.
As you can guess, the women wives had also invited several single men to the party. Most of these were men very tall and good-looking.
Of course the wives immediately started flirting with these handsome guys, making their husband very nervous.
It just made the women laugh, and they started teasing their husbands, and telling them to sit back, be quiet and allow their wives to have some fun!
In my dream you were one of these women at this party, my sweet Emma.
You were looked incredibly sexy, and I could see several of those handsome guys were seriously looking at you.
Well, you seemed to like the attention, and started flirting with several of the men.
Most in particular with one good-looking guy who was tall, with broad shoulders and had an attractive face.
The way you smiled at him, I could tell you liked him.
And because you were the only chocolate girl at the party, and having that a nice round figure you have, not surprisingly several guys were seriously flirting back at you.
It got me nervous, and the other husbands seemed nervous also, but all the girls were just having great fun.
Very soon you were talking to at least two handsome guys, while the other women were also quickly picking their favourite men.
One of the wives started kissing a guy, which made all the other girls laugh. They called her husband and asked him how he was feeling, seeing his wife kissing another man.
Her husband said he was ok, but the women noticed his face had turned a little red, so they laughed at him saying: "Oohh! You poor little man! Are you getting jealous, sweetie?"
I saw you smiling at the two men you were talking to, and they were clearly liking you also.
You only had eyes for these two guys, and seemed to be completely forgetting about me, sitting in my corner of the room, watching everything that you and the other girls were doing, having fun.
Then suddenly I noticed you smiling at me, and you waved your hand at me, signalling me to come over.
I almost ran over to you, but when I got near you, you just told me "Get on your knees, baby!"
For a moment I did not know what to do, but then I noticed all the women started laughing at me.
I looked at them, surprised, but they just laughed and told me I really had no choice, at this party the women are in charge and the men do as they are told.
Next I heard you say, a little angry; "Listen baby, I want to show my friends here who is the real Boss in our marriage. So do what I tell you!"
I did.
The other women immediately starting making compliments at you, telling you what lucky girl you were to have such a sweet husband.
It felt weird. Looking up I could see all the women smiling down on me, telling me what a good boy I was.
You were really enjoying your little game, and began explaining to your girlfriends how happy you were being married to such a sweet man.
One of the women made you a compliment, telling you your husband looked very sexy the way he was dressed.
She said your hubby was really looking very cute.
I looked at myself. Then I realized what I was wearing: yellow high-heel shoes, and my nails had been painted pink.
Above this I was dressed in something brown and yellow, a tiger-print dress hanging loosely from my shoulders.
And below that everyone clearly could see I was wearing pink panties, and underneath the pink panties my pink lock was showing through, visible for everyone to see.
I heard one of the girls tell you she really admired what you had done to my lips and eyes, and how it well matched my pink nails and pink underwear.
They all agreed it was very sexy. I did not know what to say, but that just made the women laugh even harder.
Your girlfriends told me I really should not be so shy, and that I needed to be nice to these two handsome guys my wife had been chatting with.
You just smiled at me, telling me: “Good boy!”
Next you introduced me to the two guys you had been talking to. It felt very awkward.
It was embarrassing to have say to hello to these two men, and giving them a polite hand, with them standing next to you, towering above me, looking down on me, and with me on the floor looking up.
Your girlfriends asked me if I was happy my wife had been talking to these two handsome guys.
Before I could even answer, one of the girls turned to you, and told you that maybe you should show your husband how much you really were enjoying yourself, flirting with such good-looking men.
You turned in my direction, started laughing, and just said enthusiastically: “Sure, I can do that!”
Next I watched you slowly walking over to the tallest of the two guys, smiling at him, saying “Hello there handsome, are you enjoying yourself as much as I am?”
He smiled back, and responded that before had met you he had really been hoping to meet a sexy, gorgeous black woman, just like you.
Then I heard you say: “Well, maybe you should show my husband how much you enjoy meeting a sexy black girl like me, by giving me a little kiss…”
The kiss immediately turned into much more, and just moments later I watched you seriously making out with this tall sexy stranger.
You started kissing this handsome man passionately, right there in front of me. I was looking up at you, still in my position on the floor.
His hand began moving slowly down your dress, from the way you were kissing him I knew he was a making you very wet.
Your hands were already inspecting the front of his pants.
"You see?" your girlfriends told me. Are you not happy you wife is having so much fun today?”
“Do you see how fine and handsome this man is? Doesn’t it make you proud seeing such a tall and good-looking guy flirting and making out with your sexy wife? Can you see how excited she is?”
“How does it feel to see your wife kissing another man, right here in front of you, little boy?”
Seeing the look on my face , they all started laughing at me, and a tall blond girl shouted: “O look, he is jealous! Isn’t that funny?”
She gave me a wicked smile; "You see, your wife needs someone taller than you.
Someone much bigger and stronger, someone who has what she needs to be happy."
She moved towards the man, and with her hands she grabbed the front of his pants, where a very huge bulge now appeared, clearly showing what had previously been hiding underneath his clothes.
"See that? This is the real reason why your wife likes this particular man so much, isn’t it Emma?"
You nodded your head in agreement, making me nervous, but I saw you laughing excitedly.
You smiled at the this handsome man, looking directly into his eyes. I knew you wanted a lot more.
Your friend continued at me: "Maybe you don’t believe me, little boy? Do you need prove?"
"Do you need to see how much bigger he actually is compared to you? Do you want to see what he has got, that you do not have down there?”
"What this handsome man can give your wife, and you cannot?"
The girl pointed at the lock under my pink panties: "That thing you have down there is a lot smaller than him, isn’t it?"
Under my pink panties, I could not help it, it was hurting seriously, but it was impossible for me to escape from my lock or to get hard.
I looked at you and I saw how your fingers were playfully touching the keys, attached to the necklace chain, dropping down loosely around your neck.
The women put her foot forward and gave a light kick against the lock, then smiled at me and told me: "That is probably why she locked it, right?".
All the women were now laughing, enjoying their little game, having fun teasing me. They pointed at the necklace you were wearing.
Then I suddenly heard you say: "Well, maybe I should show my hubby how much bigger he really is?"
You reached over to the guy you had been kissing, and your hand grabbed down towards his pants.
With one move you pulled down his shorts, allowing everyone to see what this man had and I don’t.
It was huge.
"See that?" you said, "This is why we are here, baby. No actually, it is why I am here, not you."
With your free hand you grabbed the keys dangling from your necklace, shaking it, and making a tingling sound.
Smiling you told me: "Only I am allowed, not you. I have the contract, so I am the Boss, and that means you will do whatever I tell you to! You signed it… Remember, baby?"
Your girlfriends started applauding: "You go girl…!! Show him what the rules are, sweetheart!"
While they were laughing I saw your other hand reaching down, and I could see your fingers now curiously running over the huge bulge that had appeared from underneath the man’s pants.
The tall blond girl started laughing and turned towards me: "See that boy? You poor little thing, you need to remember this party is not about you."
"This party is all about your wife having some fun. She makes the rules here, and you simply do what you are told… You know that, right?”
She pointed at the handsome man, and asked you: "Does your hubby really know how much bigger it is? It can even get a lot bigger than that, you know !"
The girls agreed eagerly, telling me that despite my lock being small, I probably still did not really understand the difference between small and huge.
I looked at you , but you had starting kissing with this man again, as if I wasn’t even there.
The blond girl started laughing and just asked: “Well, since your hubby still has his cute pink lipstick on, maybe he can help us to find out how big it can actually grow?? "
“Come here little girl! Tell me, have those pretty pink lips of yours ever kissed something really really big??”
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Re: "The party", a story I wrote and intend to send to my wi
VERY HOT story!!!!!!!!
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Congratulations!!!
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