Hotwife Confessions - 1 (fiction)

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Hotwife Confessions - 1 (fiction)

Unread post by Don Jetman » Tue Feb 12, 2019 3:44 pm

Hotwife Confessions, vol.1

by Don Jetman


The following is fiction - a collection of brief vignettes that could easily be
taking place in your own city, neighborhood, or even your own home. If you're a
wife, put yourself in the scenes. Open your mind to the fantasies, and to the
potential satisfaction you might enjoy by living them. If you're a husband,
consider the possibility that your wife has already lived these fantasies, and
look deeply within yourself, to the tiny flicker of excitement in your gut as
you read them.








Coming Clean


We had planned this - for her to have any man she wanted for the first time, and to
have him as I watched. We had prepared for his visit with some wine, maybe a bit too
much. But now he was here, in our bedroom, his hands running up and down her body,
cupping her breasts through her blouse.

She had wanted someone powerfully built and confident. Someone who would "take
charge" when he arrived to fuck her in front of me. A man who would know what to do
and wouldn't let her or me change our minds. And he hadn't wasted any time being just
that. Telling me where to sit and watch. Stroking her face and neck as he told her
how fuckable she was.

She stood frozen for a while, seemingly terrified of what might come next. She let
him unfasten her slacks, tuck his fingers inside the elastic of her panties, and push
them halfway down her thighs. The crisp, black material of her slacks and the pale
blue panties, bunched tightly together just above her knees, bound her legs as though
he had planned it to prevent her escape.

His hand went to her lower belly, stroking it gently, making her shiver. Her eyes
were fixed on me, uncertain whether to show me how much she liked it. When he lowered
his hand and spread the lips of her wet sex with his fingers, it was no longer a
secret.

He whispered to her a few times and she looked away. A sheet of ebony hair fell over
her face as she shook her head, hiding anything more her eyes might have told me.
That and her black pubic hair where his hand worked was all I saw. Until I heard her
reluctant whimper.

"Do you fuck other men behind your husband's back?" he asked her.

"No," she answered.

"I think you do."

"No, never," she told him.

"Don't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

She glanced at me, then looked back into his eyes. He had undone all the buttons of
her blouse. His hand was inside, prying under her bra. I could see the outline
of his fingers over the nipple of her right breast. She was breathing deeply,
shivering.

"Almost never," she whispered.

"When?" he demanded. "How long ago?"

Her eyes met mine again for a second.

"Don't look at him! When was the last time you fucked a man behind his back?
Remember, I can tell when you're lying."

A minute passed, then two. She was struggling to keep her composure, determined
not to give in. I knew she had never fucked anyone else. She had just
surrendered to his suggestion for a second, telling him what he wanted to hear
as her body responded to him. It was just part of the game. Right?

"Years ago - two years..." The words erupted from her, words that suddenly
sounded like the confession of a long-kept secret.

"Who?" he demanded.

It came pouring out of her. I wasn't sure if she still knew I was in the room -
or maybe she just no longer cared.

"Jeff - it was Jeff, my husband's boss. At a party - his company Christmas
party."

She was whispering. Did she think I might not hear?

"Where? Where did you fuck him? In his office?"

"His - his bedroom. Not at work. The party was - at his house."

"You fucked him with your husband there? In the same house?"

"I - I didn't plan it - it was just that once. I was drinking - everyone was
drinking."

"So, you got drunk and fucked your husband's boss? Like a common slut?"

"He - we - I was upstairs, in the bathroom. He opened the door - I forgot to
lock it. Then - then we were kissing. Then - we were on the bed - having sex. It
was - it just, happened. "

"Did he cum inside you? Did you let him cum in you?"

I saw a tear escape down her cheek.

"We - we didn't plan it - we were drinking - and then it just happened. It
didn't mean anything. It just happened - and, and it was over so soon, in just a
few minutes. We never did it again - never - just that one time - just once..."

"So you went back to the party, back to your husband, with his boss's cum inside
you?"

"I - I couldn't tell him. He never knew."

It was like she was in some kind of trance, hypnotized by him, letting the words
spill out over her trembling lips. My reaction was shock, but surprisingly, not
anger. Jeff had been a great boss, and a good friend, a genuinely nice guy.
Barbara had always liked him - I could tell by the way she smiled at him, by the
way her voice became a little more sultry when she was around him. All the signs
had been there, although they were so subtle I found it a little amusing at the
time. I guess I found it a little exciting as well. Now, imagining them together
in Jeff's bed while I was celebrating in the same house overcame any jealousy I
might have felt. My God, she really did fuck him - my "innocent" Barbara. She
came back to me minutes later that night with Jeff's cum still inside her,
smiling at me, touching me, like nothing had happened. Funny, I always thought
I'd be able to tell when she had sex with anyone else, especially just after it
happened.

"Would you have fucked him again if he wanted you? If he kissed you when the two
of you were alone?"

"No - I - I mean - I don't know. I guess, maybe - maybe - oh God..."

He had been undressing her as they talked. He slacks had worked their way down
around her ankles as he fingered her.

"Are you thinking about him now? Thinking about him sticking his cock in you,
fucking you in his bed?"

She was trembling, her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she thrust her
pelvis against his hand. Then it happened.

With a sudden shudder, she came, her body shaking with spasms, her voice
trailing off into a long, quiet moan.


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Dirty Secrets


"C'mon, I told you plenty of my fantasies. Just one - a new one - one I'd never
guess."

She was lying beside me in bed, enjoying the touch of my fingertips over her
belly. She rolled her head toward me, her eyes peering seriously into mine. It
was nearly dark. My wife's face, the angelic features now pale, almost glowing
in the darkness, was startlingly beautiful. She hesitated, thinking.

"Tell me," I begged softly. "You know you can tell me anything."

"Can I?" she answered.

I gazed into wide, black pupils set into an unflinching porcelain mask. What was
behind it? I had to know.

"Do you remember Adam?"

I didn't. No one came to mind. Was it someone I met briefly, while she was in
school?

"The singer, in your band, when we first dated?" I could barely see her lips
move in the dark.

I remembered him as being a mediocre talent, usually late, and an arrogant
smart-ass. I never got to know him too well outside our rehearsals and bookings.
I didn't like him much.

"I used to watch him all the time on stage. He wore those tight pants - I loved
looking at his body - those muscular thighs, that tight butt. Didn't you ever
notice how big the outline of his penis was?"

No, I hadn't. In fact, I didn't remember his tight pants, or much else about him
on stage. And I definitely didn't remember her drooling over him from the
audience. Her fantasy was certainly fiction.

"He had all these girls around him, wherever you played. Sometimes during your
breaks he would disappear with them. You don't remember? It happened all the
time, in every club."

I did remember how popular he was with the girls. She was right - but they
weren't only groupies. They would flirt with him while their boyfriends were in
the club, sometimes while they were at their sides. I could never understand
why. I figured someday he'd get taken apart by some angry boyfriend or husband,
but it never happened. He always had his choice of any girl in the room, and
never hesitated to take advantage of it.

"I wanted to flirt with him so much that it took everything I had to resist. But
I couldn't, because I knew you would have been so mad at me. You didn't know it,
but he came on to me every time you weren't around. I used to fantasize that I
was one of those girls, that he would tell me he wanted to have sex with me. I
didn't care who might hear - in fact, I wanted everyone to hear him proposition
me, except you, of course. I would act embarrassed and tell him that I was your
girlfriend, and that I didn't do things like that.

"But later we would sneak off together, outside, to his car. I would peel those
tight pants off him and get to see him naked - those thighs, that butt, and how
huge his penis was when he was hard. I would beg him to do it, to have sex with
me, but to hurry before you found us. We would have sex in his car - no kissing
or anything, just quick, spontaneous sex. I had imagined for the longest time
how big he would be inside me, and how good it would feel to cum with him, how
exciting and how dirty it was, all at the same time.

"When you went on stage again, I watched every inch of his body and replayed
every second of the sex with him, over and over. I smiled at you like I always
do, and you smiled back. Knowing I had just been with him, and that you had no
idea, was especially exciting for some reason. For once I was the bad girl, the
one he picked, the one who went off and had sex with him. I had this dirty
secret, and as long as you didn't know about it, I could bring back every detail
of that night whenever I wanted."

Her eyes drifted away from mine now and then, as though she was reliving the
night while telling me. I edged my fingers between her legs. She was soaked.

"Pretend I'm him," I whispered. "Pretend you're with him, in bed this time,
fucking him when I'm not here. Will you do that?"

Her fingers found my erection, squeezing a drop of pre-cum onto her hand as she
milked me. With a knowing smile, she pulled me on top of her.

"Again," she whispered, smiling in the darkness. "I'll do it, again..."


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Happy Birthday, Darling


"I have a surprise for your birthday."

It's the middle of summer - a weeknight. She's changed out of her proper white
blouse and charcoal business skirt into a robin's-egg blue tank top and loose
white shorts. I can see the shape of her nipples through the top.

She leads me to our bedroom. It's dark, lit only by a few small candles placed
around the room. She seats me at the foot of the bed, puts on some slow, sexy
music, and ties my wrists to the arms of the chair. My bonds are fragile,
symbolic - soft ribbon tied lightly in a single pass. It's dark red, but looks
almost back in the shadows where I sit.

"What do you want more than anything?" she whispers in my ear.

I'm thinking, then start to answer, but she answers for me.

"Shhhh - I know what you want. Something unselfish - something we can both
enjoy." And she turns and leaves me there, alone in my birthday chair.

She returns a minute later with a man in tow. He's tall, huge, built like a
bodybuilder. She seems so small and fragile beside him - his arm the size of her
thigh, her hand lost in his. He wears a mask, tight blue jeans, and nothing
else.

She strips him slowly, running her hands over his body. His erection seems
almost angry, bobbing and twitching, anxious to find its way inside her, but she
caresses it with feather touches, in awe of its beauty and power.

In time, he strips her as well. They kiss and fondle each other like familiar
lovers. My wife goes to her knees and sucks him. His erection is huge, and she
licks and sucks like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.

He picks her up in his arms, puts her on the bed, slides between her legs, and
makes love to her before my eyes. I can see him sliding in and out of her, his
thick meat stretching and tugging at her pussy-lips. Her legs circle his waist
in a tight knot. They orgasm together. She moans and bucks against him. He
grunts and thrusts, pumping his semen into her.

After a minute, he simply gets up, silently gathers his clothes, and leaves. My
wife comes over to me, unzips my pants, takes out my cock, sits on my lap, and
puts it inside her. She kisses me deeply, riding me slowly, up and down. I feel
her breath on my neck. I feel his semen inside her. It's wet, slippery, robbing
me of the usual tight fist of her pussy, all friction now gone. She whispers,
her lips and tongue dancing over my ear, "Happy birthday, Darling. Do you like
my present?"


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She's an Open Book


It was just sitting there on her dressing table, surrounded by small containers
of flesh-colored powder and shiny, erect cylinders tipped with pink and red. I
recognized the scarlet cover, the little book she scribbles in before she comes
to bed. The tiny gold latch was open, the key to the lock nowhere in sight. Had
she forgotten to fasten it, or had it failed to latch when she locked it before
leaving?

She left just twelve hours ago, on her way to Paris with her firm's two
additional partners. She had invited me a week ago, but I declined. As if the
flight wasn't long enough, three attorneys talking contracts and taxes wasn't
exactly my idea of a romantic getaway.

I lifted the diary. It was heavy for its size. It had the texture of velvet as I
ran my fingers over the cover, testing, deciding whether I should look inside.
Would she even know, or did she want me to know? Either way, my curiosity got
the best of me. I opened it to the last few pages and read.


April 21

Paris trip next week. This one is special - I'll have plenty of time to enjoy
myself after the first day. Can't wait. I'll miss Michael, but honestly, it's
nice to just get away once in a while. He's a sweet man and a good husband, but
sometimes sweet just gets boring. Where's the adventure? The excitement? Oh, who
am I kidding - Michael's everything to me. I love him. Still, if there was only
a little Craig or Alex in him. Funny I should put it like that! Thinking of a
little of Craig in me is what keeps me sane sometimes. Oh god, I didn't just
write that, did I?


April 22

Work is insane. We thought we were prepared for everything, then everything
changes. Weeks of work to be redone in days. Damn it! It's 2:00 AM, I just got
in, and Michael's sleeping like a baby. Just as well. I'm exhausted and don't
feel like talking to anyone. The guys are fun to be around and great to work
with (and yummy to feast my eyes on), but after so many hours, "I vant - to be -
alone". Alex walked me to the parking garage tonight. Ummm, those dark Italian
eyes. He groped me a little in the elevator. Played with my tits as we stared
into each other's eyes. I was surprised, but guess it's been simmering for a
while. Didn't kiss him. Still, those eyes. He's soooo gorgeous! It's taken him a
year to make a pass? Why? Guess we were all tired. Kidding myself again - I'd
never let him go further. Would I?


April 23

More work, more changes, more insanity. Another late night. Michael's asleep
again, so cute snuggled in bed, his little erection bulging up from under the
covers. Guess I haven't been taking care of that lately. How long has it been?
He never complains though. Wish he would sometimes. Are our sex drives
mismatched? I was so horny tonight, almost useless at work. Alex made an extra
effort not to look at me, which only made things worse. I knew he was thinking
about me. About last night. Couldn't help undressing him in my mind - what does
he look like naked? I was soaked by the time we finished. Was he hard? No walk
to my car tonight though - think he was embarrassed. Don't even know what I'd do
if he told me he wanted me. Probably just blush and remind him I'm married.
Still, thinking of his hands on me again makes me wet.

Craig hasn't seemed to notice, which is probably a very good thing. Would he be
jealous? I mean, it's not like we're in love. Just in lust. But they are best
friends. Oh hell, Craig's a big boy, so I doubt he'd care. No strings there,
just sex. What would it be like to be with both of them, two men at once?
Kidding myself again - the three of us? But I can dream. I played with myself in
the garage when I got home tonight, thinking of Alex, then being with both guys
together. Couldn't help making some noise when I came. My god, what if Michael
had still been up and heard me? I have to admit, it's the best orgasm I've had
in a while. Must have sex with Michael - this is getting out of hand.


April 24

I wonder sometimes why Michael isn't at least a little jealous. I'm spending all
these late hours with Craig and Alex. and Michael and I haven't had sex in ages.
Does he think other men don't notice me? If he only knew. I love the way Craig
touches me, but he doesn't really "touch" me. I wonder - if Michael knew how
Craig touches me, would he be jealous? Of course he would. But sometimes I think
about how it would be if Michael forgave me my little "itch" now and then - how
it would be if I could say, "Michael, I'm going to see Craig and have a little
fun," and he'd accept it as though I'm going to get my hair done, or to have a
workout at the gym. He'd let me scratch my little itch, and then he'd make love
to me later as though nothing happened. Sometimes when I walk by him after my
shower, naked, and he doesn't even look at me, I think maybe he wouldn't mind so
much if I had a little fun with Craig now and then. But I guess that wouldn't
seem much different than things are now. Michael, Michael, Michael - would you
really mind if you knew another man put his hands on me? Oh please - who am I
kidding?


April 25

All packed for Paris. Michael noticed the nightie Craig bought me. Thought I had
slipped it underneath my clothes when he wasn't looking. Uh oh. Told him it was
old, that he probably just forgot about it. He believed me, but wanted me to put
it on. I did. Finally had sex with him - great sex. Poor guy was drooling - I
couldn't refuse. Must do that more often. Great but a little weird - getting
Michael hot wearing something Craig gave me. Shouldn't I feel more guilty? No
one "touches" me like Michael. Absolutely no one. Nice way to say goodbye.

A week with Craig and Alex in Paris. Mmmm - should be interesting. Alex fawned
over me all day today. Put his hand on my butt in Craig's office, just for a few
seconds. Looked up and saw Craig grinning. So, he doesn't mind? Something was
different with them - I wonder if they're up to something? Both grinning at each
other all day when they thought I wasn't looking. Am I imagining it? God, I
can't let myself believe what I'm thinking, what I'm fantasizing about. If they
both wanted me, I don't think I could say no. If they both wanted me together,
in Paris, oh God, they could have me, as often as they wanted me. What would you
think, Michael? Could you forgive me? For letting my two fantasy guys ravage my
body every night? Would you be able to tell that Craig and Alex fucked your
horny wife night after night while I was gone? Could you see it on my face when
I come home? I would be a different woman - could you tell? When you put your
penis in me, could you tell that Craig's monster had been there all week? That
Alex might have taken my ass at the same time? Couldn't you understand, just
this once? Oh Michael, if you only knew how wet I am just thinking about it. But
I'd come back to you and fuck you senseless, fuck you like you've never been
fucked before. Wouldn't that be worth it, Michael? Say yes. Please say yes. I'll
miss you, my sweet, sweet husband. I love you, Michael.




The rest of the pages were blank. My hands were shaking. I imagined the three of
them in bed together, legs and arms intertwined, tangled in crisp, white hotel
sheets. I could see Elizabeth, her black hair fanned out across a large, white
pillow, her neck arched, head back, lips parted slightly as her whimpers filled
the room. I could see her body tense, then suddenly spasm and writhe on the
king-sized bed, one eager partner between her legs, the other sucking her
breasts, licking her belly. Night after night she would be with them, welcoming
them into her bed, or eagerly crawling into theirs. For an entire week, not one,
but two men would own her. Two men would find the warm, moist folds between her
long, slim legs, push their way through the wisps of soft, dark hair, and enter
her. Two men would make her come, over and over again. Two men would fill her
with their seed, and she would eagerly accept it, every drop.

I was kicked in the gut, stabbed in the heart - wounded, angry, jealous...

...and hard.

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Re: Hotwife Confessions - 1

Unread post by Baydog » Fri Feb 15, 2019 11:55 am

Great job!

OOAA

Re: Hotwife Confessions - 1

Unread post by OOAA » Fri Feb 15, 2019 3:26 pm

VERY HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Re: Hotwife Confessions - 1

Unread post by Les » Mon Feb 18, 2019 12:20 pm

Really GREAT Don thank you!
Hope there are more!!

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Re: Hotwife Confessions - 1

Unread post by mfm4bnc » Wed Aug 21, 2019 2:19 pm

Coming clean was right up my alley

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