It was during one of our recent role-playing sessions that it became apparent that our repeated fantasy play, and sexually oriented banter had desensitized both of us to the concept of sex with others when Cheri suddenly hinted that she was now in a place where she wanted to turn our fantasy into reality.

“Does the concept still turn you on and if so, are you still OK with it?” Cheri asked inquisitively as if testing the waters.

“You would really be OK with me doing this with another guy,” she then asked teasingly as she lovingly stroked my cock before taking the head into her mouth?

I knew for sure that she was not just playing when she then added, “If we try this, I really don’t want anything artificially arranged. I would actually prefer to have something happen naturally, you know, like meeting a guy in a club and discovering the existence of sexual chemistry between us.”

While this was certainly in line with our fantasy, I was a bit stunned by her question. Had she been thinking and/or fantasizing about it and devising a plan to take a leap forward on her own? Had she already met someone, I wondered to myself.

Having become more comfortable with the concept of the hotwife lifestyle, we had in fact loosened the constraints a bit. As part of that, we even agreed that if she really wanted to, she could engage in a solo act. My only remaining stipulations were that she would be careful, to message me to let me know where she was, and then tell me all the juicy details about the experience afterward. Of course, including some images or better yet a short video would always be greatly appreciated.

Predictably, Cheri’s inquiry and our open discussion stemming from it served to put a spark back into our sex life and we were again like newlyweds for weeks afterward. The sharing fantasy was clearly a stable turn-on for both of us. The only question I had burning in my mind was. was it something that we really needed to act upon, or was it better kept as a private pillow-talk fantasy? After all, just one hot fantasy play session seemed to really enhance our intimacy for at least several weeks.

It was about three months of yet another sexual dry spell when I registered to attend a work-related convention. As a huge bonus, the meeting was to be held in a city that was only about 150 miles from Cheri’s hometown. To make the most of the trip, we elected to leave the kids with my aunt and planned for her to visit her parents and friends while I attended the meeting.

On our first night at her parents’ house, Linda, one of Cheri’s close childhood friends, stopped by for a visit. A lot had changed since we had last seen her. Most significantly, she had separated from her husband of 7+ years and had recently been on a wild dating binge. Of course, she wanted Cheri to come out with her to a local bar to catch up on old times. Having heard bits and pieces on Linda’s recent adventures including her boasting about getting sequentially laid by two guys that she picked up on a given night, I initially scuffed at the idea of Cheri going out with her.

“No way,” I said. “It’s a bad idea.”

“She is acting like a whore and looking to drag someone into it with her.”

“I’ve been around the block a few times and know how these things work. Trust me, if you go, she will be attracting guys to your table, trying to entice you into her bullshit. It’s a bad idea and not something we need to get caught up in,” I then added.

Cheri responded defensively with obvious agitation and contempt in her voice. “Look, all we want to do is go somewhere and talk.” Besides, even if you are right, this would really be no different than what we had already tried while on vacation, would it,” she then asked?

She had a point with that one. I was temporarily tongue-tied and unable to formulate a valid counter.

“Think of it as a continuation of our hot fantasy play, only this time I will have a friend with me, you know, safety in numbers,” she then added as if trying to appeal to my libido.

Once having time to mull it over, I concluded that she was right.

“Look, you are right,” I finally responded. “I love you and I trust you implicitly. If you really want to go and think it will be ok, then have fun, just be careful. Just remember to text me if you decide to make it a super late outing (and you know what I mean by that) so I know what’s going on and that you are OK.”

With a spontaneous tent forming in my pants at my last comment, I continued. “After all, that has been our fantasy for some time now and the thought of it still turns me on like you would not believe. This could very well be an excellent opportunity for you to take things forward and try it for real. Just remember to keep me apprised, and of course be prepared to fill me in with all the juicy details when I get back. All I ask is that you use your best judgment and to be careful. There are lots of weirdos out there,” I then added.

“One other thing,” I then interjected. “Let’s keep our fantasy and related matters between just us. We don’t need Linda or anyone else to start gossiping about our lifestyle and judging us in the area where we have lots of friends and family.”

With my acceptance of her plans and supportive comments, Cheri excitedly arranged to go out with Linda the following night after I had left on my trip. With butterflies in my stomach and a persistent lump in my pants, I drove to the convention center alone, trying my best to maintain my attention on my driving. With my wife going out to one or more clubs with one of her wild girlfriends where she would be hit on by guys, I knew it was going to be tough to concentrate on the comparatively mundane work-related material presented at the conference.

Luckily, as I rounded a corner, I saw a very welcome billboard and made a quick trip to a roadside sex toy store. With my imagination in overdrive and my libido raging, I picked up a Cyberskin vagina, some lube, and a few magazines and stuffed them all inconspicuously into my luggage. I could hardly wait to hear from Cheri. Even more so, I looked forward to our catchup session after the conference. It was going to be an exceptionally long three days!

I arrived at my hotel just before dark and with Cheri still very much on my mind, was trying to get settled into my room when I received a text message. Sure enough, it was from Cheri, asking if I was there yet and how I was doing. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed again and upon looking at it, I nearly fell off my hotel bed. It was a selfie image of Cheri dressed for the evening accompanied by the short and simplistic question.

“So, what do you think?”

In the image, Cheri was wearing a short and low-cut tight-fitting strapless pink dress that really highlighted her shapely figure and her 34 D-cup boobs. To accessorize the dress, she was wearing earrings and a pair of white platform heels. I could not believe it. There was only one set of descriptive terms that fit that photo, Hot Chic! There was no doubt in my mind that she would be attracting major attention in a nightclub.

Playing along with her, I responded. “OMG, you look spectacular!” “If you want to make any changes to your outfit, the only thing I would suggest would be switching the shoes to your color-matched, sexy pink heels.”

A few minutes later I received another message with an attached photo. The image showed just her shapely legs sporting her pink, come fuck me pumps, and her gold hot wife anklet.

“So, what do you think now?” she asked teasingly.

My cock was instantly rock hard! I almost couldn’t stand seeing her dressed like that, knowing that she was going out on the town with her recently divorced, wild, and very promiscuous friend. Yeah, it was a good thing that I had made the pit stop at that store!

Cheri’s Perspective and Experience

I had no sooner slipped on my pumps, latched my gold anklet chain, and sent my hubby the photo when Linda pulled into the driveway. I was beyond excited to be going out with her.

“Wow, you look great,” Linda said as I got into the passenger seat.

“You know, dressed like that, you should not have any problem getting dance partners, and perhaps more if you’re up for it,” she then added teasingly with a devilish grin.

“Thanks,” I nervously replied in response.

That was all I could think to say. While I didn’t quite understand why, I suddenly felt strange about going out without Mark, and had no idea how to more completely respond to her overtly suggestive comment.

Although I had not lived in the area for quite some time, I recognized the bar that Linda drove to as a popular nightclub that had a long-standing reputation for being a pick-up joint. No surprise considering my company, I thought to myself as we entered the parking lot.

Even though it was a Thursday night, the parking lot was packed with cars and the place appeared quite lively. What I did not know was that Thursday was Ladies’ Night. This of course meant that we got in free, and that drinks were discounted. It also meant that there were likely to be a lot of horny men looking for someone to hook up with for the night. That thought brought me back to my hubby’s initial concerns and comments regarding Linda’s behavior and intentions. Was she really wanting to lead me astray?

Despite my initial nervousness and apprehension, I found the ambiance in the club to be exciting and I was quickly swept up in the atmosphere. There were lots of cozy tables and booths situated around the dimly lit room and a large dance floor at the far end of the layout. The central bar looked very inviting with multicolored lights illuminating an overhanging rack of stemmed margarita and wine glasses and its well-stocked shelves of liquor bottles.

Linda and I proceeded to a table, ordered our favorite drinks, and started talking about her recent life changes. She then confessed that her marriage had just slowly deteriorated and that she and Ben had grown apart from one another. She then said that sex had become almost non-existent and when it did happen, it had become very mundane and lacked any sense of passion.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore and desperately needed change” she then added.

With me still being somewhat nervous and not yet used to the hot weather, I rapidly finished my margarita and ordered another as our conversation became increasingly interesting. This was a rare opportunity for me. Not having to worry about driving, I could drink a little and enjoy myself.

As luck would have it, we had just started talking about one of her wilder dating escapades when a tall good-looking dark-headed man who obviously knew Linda, motioned for her to join him on the dance floor. Seconds later, my friend was dancing the night away, leaving me alone with just my thoughts and my drink.

I had no sooner gotten into my second drink and a good game of people-watching when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find my face at the level of the crotch of the greatest hunk of a man that I had ever laid my eyes on. He was blond, nicely tanned, clean-shaven, over six feet tall, and very well-muscled. He wore a light blue polo shirt and tight faded jeans that covered his muscular ass, leaving little to the imagination.

“Hello,” said to me with a comforting smile. “Would you like to dance?”

Again, feeling a bit strange about being there without Mark, I hesitated for a second, but it had been a while since I had danced, and I really missed it. I chugged down the last of my drink, got up from my table, and stood in front of him, signifying my acceptance of his invitation.

“Hello, my name is Ross,” he said. “What’s yours?”

“Cheri,” I replied nervously.

With that simple exchange of words, I glanced up into his beautiful blue eyes just as he gently took my hand and led me towards the dance floor. At that point, our conversation ended as the thunderous music from the speakers shook the dance floor, making it virtually impossible to hear anything else.

Once on the floor, we danced through the remainder of the first song and completely through another when the lights suddenly dimmed, and the DJ mixed in a nice slow sexy number by one of my favorite groups.

“Would you like to stay out here?” Ross whispered in my ear, taking me into his strong arms.

“Sure,” I replied, nervously.

Just as the alcohol began to erode my inhibitions and warm my skin, Ross gave me a gentle hug and a kiss on the lips and then held me close as we danced.

“Do you live around here?” he asked looking down at the rings on finger.

“No,” I responded.

“I grew up here but moved away several years ago. “I am just visiting while my husband attends a conference.”

“I’m an engineering grad student at the University,” he then followed up with.

“My company sent me here to get my master’s so in a way, I guess I’m just visiting also,” he then added jokingly with a comforting smile.

“Looks like your friend and my roommate are getting along pretty good,” he then said with a chuckle.

Following his motion to the left, I looked over and saw Linda and the tall dark-haired man locked in a passionate open-mouth kiss.

Suddenly it hit me. She had in fact set this whole thing up. Perhaps Mark’s initial suspicions about her were right. Even so, I felt that I was still in control, and was enjoying myself so I decided to play along and let the evening go on. Even though I suspected that she had sent him over, I never let onto that, or the fact that my husband was OK with me being out with other men (well, at least in theory anyway).

After the song ended, Ross led me back to our table only to find that my glass had been cleared and our table had been taken over by other patrons. We eagerly scanned the room looking for another, eventually settling for a booth in a dimly lit section. Ross and I sat on one side and Linda and Pete on the other. We talked on into the night, told a few jokes, and laughed a lot, while I consumed at least two more potent margaritas.

As the evening went on, I soon had a buzz going and was less inhibited than my normal self. As we all conversed, joked around, and laughed, Ross reached over and placed his hand on my lower thigh. The warm sensation of his hand felt good, and I did not resist. Moments later, the DJ once again dimmed the lights on the floor for another slow set and Ross stood up, asking me to join him on the floor.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand in his and we proceeded towards the floor. Ross gently took me into his arms, and we danced close this time. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as his tight muscular body pressed up against me.

Sparks of electricity shot down my spine as Ross began to kiss the side of my neck, gently sucking some of my ultrasensitive skin into his mouth. OMG, what a turn-on! I was instantly on fire, my nipples pressing tightly into the top of my dress as the sensation of wetness developed in my panties. I couldn’t help it. My body seemed to just run wild and overwhelmingly defied my conscience and any logical thoughts I had left in me.

As if Ross sensed my body’s response, he continued to try to seduce me. Starting at my shoulder, he slowly kissed his way up my neck and sensuously nibbled on my ear before planting his soft lips directly onto mine. Instinctively, I opened my mouth slightly and we engaged in a passionate French kiss. As our kiss continued onto what seemed to be an eternity, he drew me even more tightly into him. My body felt like it was on fire when I felt his crotch press into me, gently kneading my damp mound with the firm bulge that had formed in the front of his pants.

As the last of my resistance faded, I instinctively reciprocated, grinding myself against him as the heat and wetness between my legs became increasingly evident. I could not believe how my body responded to the touch of this guy. It was incredible and I felt that I could easily go all the way with him if the opportunity presented itself.

Upon the end of the song, Ross and I walked hand in hand back to our booth as if we were a couple. While we walked, I could not help but sneak a glance at his nicely shaped groin area. My eyes must have nearly bugged out my head when I saw the huge bulge in his pants.

“My God,” I thought to myself. “Is his cock really that long?”

When we arrived at the table, Linda said that she and Pete were getting hungry and wanted to get something to eat. Although I doubted her real intentions, I was also beginning to feel a little hungry. Eventually, we all decided to go down the street to a local pub that had great food.

Unfortunately, the place was packed and had a long line leading out of the door. I was about to suggest a quick trip out towards the interstate to find an alternate venue when I heard Pete suggest that we go over to their place and Linda accepted. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard her respond with an affirmative OK. Well, there it was, I thought to myself. She was hungry alright, but it wasn’t for food.

I suddenly felt myself again full of nervous energy. “Stay in control,” I thought to myself. “You can handle this.”

Linda and I really didn’t speak much as we followed the taillights of the two men driving in front of us. We weren’t naive kids anymore. We both knew good and well why we were invited to that house. With Linda not having a clue about our hotwife fantasy and the agreement Mark and I had, she probably thought that I was pissed at her for dragging me into the situation we were in. Finally, in an apparent attempt to break the uncomfortable silence, Linda looked at me and told me that she and Pete had danced and talked before but, had never dated.

“Ross seems like a pretty nice guy and you two seem to be getting along pretty well,” she then said with a devilish grin on her face.

“Loosen up and enjoy yourself.” “You are on vacation aren’t you?” she then added teasingly.

“Hey, what Mark doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt anything, right?” she then asked.

“Look, I have always been your best friend and would never push you into doing anything that you didn’t want to do.” “Just say the word and we’re out of there, I promise,” she then added with an attempted comforting smile. ,

“Oh, one last thing,” she then added in her more serious voice “You can count on me to never breathe a word about any of this to anyone.”

Before I could respond, the car we were following turned into the driveway of a nice ranch-style house and stopped. We parked and with the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, followed the guys into the house.

Despite being an obvious bachelor pad, the place was nice and neatly kept. As if trying to diffuse the obvious tension in the room, Pete loaded a stack of CDs on the stereo, dimmed the lights, and then asked if anyone wanted anything. He then popped open a bottle of Champaign and poured each of us a glass.

Oh boy, I thought to myself, the perfect seductive atmosphere and prelude to having one of those wild college student events where couples quietly slip away and disappear into bedrooms. As if they all sensed my cynical apprehension, an uncomfortable tension again began to build within the room.

Linda abruptly broke the silence.

“Nice place,” she blurted out, now with a bit of nervous apprehension in her voice.

As if acting on what was likely a cue, Pete immediately responded, saying, “Yeah, it’s not bad for a rental.” “Would you like to see the rest of it?”

There it was, I thought to myself. The classic subtle invitation for her to go back to the bedroom with him.

“Sure” she replied, getting up off the couch and taking ahold of Pete’s hand.

I heard her giggle a bit as the two headed off down the hallway and predictably disappeared into a bedroom on the left, the door closing behind them.

With the departure of my friend, I again started to feel awkward and uncomfortable and nervously sipped at my champagne.

Trying to break the ice, I at last spoke up, trying to show interest in something other than the obvious.

“So, what exactly do you study and work on?”

“Building materials,” Ross replied. “We are trying to design stronger and more fire-resistant materials for large buildings.”

“Would you like to see some of my models?”

“Sure,” I replied nervously, not wanting to appear rude, or uninterested.

With that, Ross took my hand and led me to a large spare room/library near the center of the house that contained a building model sitting on a table. As I stood there staring at the model, Ross reached out and gently stroked the exposed skin of my back with the tips of his fingers.

That subtle touch was all it took. In an instant, the heat I had first experienced on the dance floor returned with vengeance. As I turned to him, our lips met and moments later, our tongues were again entwined, and the last bit of my uncomfortable anxiety seemed to just melt away. Gone were the thoughts of my husband, family, and everyday life. The fiery hot lust I first experienced on the dance rebounded in an instant. With my heart pounding, my skin sensitive and hot to the touch, I ran my fingers across his chest and as if guided by some unseen force, my hand slipped down onto the growing bulge in the front of his pants!

Although my forward move was purely accidental, it was completely natural, super-hot, and erotic. Rather than pull away, I mustered up the courage to take a step forward and began to slowly and subtly caress his manhood with my fingertips.

My knees grew weak, and I experienced an instant surge of wetness in my pussy when the reality of what I was doing hit me. I had crossed the line that bordered the point of no return into my first-ever adulterous fling. As we broke our kiss, neither of us said anything and did not need to. We both knew why we were there, what we wanted, and where we needed to go.

Without saying a word, Ross gently took my hand into his and quietly led me down the hallway to his secluded bedroom. On the way down the hallway, we passed the closed door on the left through which we could easily hear the unmistakable moans of pleasure emanating from Linda and the rhythmic squeaking bedsprings. Although I was a bit embarrassed by Linda’s loose nature and promiscuity, I would be lying if I said that the sounds and knowing what was going on behind that door didn’t prod my libido.

As we entered the bedroom, I immediately fell into a trance-like and very sensuous state of mind. Upon closing the door, we immediately engaged in another long passionate kiss as Ross pushed into me, kneading my sopping wet mound with what was again a firm bulge in his pants. As our kiss ended, Ross reached up to my shoulders and slowly lowered the zipper on the back of my dress. My nipples stiffened even further as he eased the straps off my shoulders and the top dropped downward. Moments later, there I was standing in the cool air with my breasts exposed to a man other than my husband for the first time since I had taken the vows.

Not wasting any time, Ross gently took my half-naked body into his arms and kissed his way down my neck, slowly working his way towards the swell of my chest. My breathing and heart rate quickened as he took my left nipple between his teeth and began swirling his tongue around it while fondling and massaging my right breast with his muscular hand. Gasping in pleasure, I slumped back, consumed by hot lustful passion.

As if operating purely on instinct, I opened my legs invitingly when I felt one of his hands slowly reach up under my skirt and begin lightly massaging my inner thighs. A moan of ecstasy escaped my lips as his fingers contacted the exterior surface of my panties and I felt him trace the outline of my engorged pussy lips.

Moments later, I felt Ross gently pull the fabric to the side and his fingers made direct contact with my waiting sex. My body shuddered in pleasure when I felt first one and then two of his large fingers slip between my inner lips and enter me, slowly gliding progressively deeper into my slick love tunnel. Oh my God, it was so hot!

Completely swept up in the lustful moment, I reciprocated by reaching out to top of his jeans and undoing the single button with one hand as I lowered the zipper with the other. With his assistance, I then lowered his pants below his knees, and he stepped out of them, leaving only a thin pair of briefs covering his garden of paradise.

Wanting to keep up the momentum, I slid my hand under the thin elastic waistband and pushed down, dropping them to his knees and unleashing the monster restrained within. I gasped at the sight of it. It was beautiful and was easily longer and markedly thicker than cock any that I had ever laid my eyes on. The flared purple head was set on top of a good 8 or 9 inches of velvety smooth textured shaft that was easily over 2 inches in diameter. Underneath his huge member was a large and heavy set of balls. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes!

Caught up in my cloud of lust, I shimmied out of my skirt and before my nervous inhibitions could stop me, lowered my pink (and now very damp) panties to the floor. Seconds later, there I was, standing in front of a guy who was not my husband, naked and extremely aroused. I almost couldn’t believe what I was doing!

Nestling my naked body against his, I gently ran my fingers over his muscular chest, working my way downward across his stomach muscles and at last, down onto his cock. I very gently stroked and caressed it while I watched with total amazement as tiny beads of milky precum formed on the tip of the large mushroom-shaped head. Seeing that drove me wild with hot lust.

Always wondering what that experience was like to give a productive blowjob, I slowly went down on my knees and closed my lips around the tip, working my tongue around the rim of the large head while continuing to caress the thick shaft with my hand. Within minutes, I felt his cock spasm as a jet of salty precum shot from the tip and coated my tongue. I instinctively swallowed, savoring the salty taste. Mmmm, that experience was so fucking HOT!

As Ross lifted me up from my kneeling position and laid me on my back near the edge of the bed, I opened my legs in anticipation of his touch. As his body contacted mine, he slid himself forward, bringing his lips to mine as we shared another long passionate kiss. I shuddered in lustful pleasure as I felt the heat of his cock and the wetness his precum on my belly while his tongue sensuously explored the inside of my mouth.

At the conclusion of our kiss, Ross rose up slightly and began kissing his way down my body. Jolts of energy shot through my body as I felt the warm wet sensation of his tongue on my gaping pussy, and he began to swirl it around my waiting pleasure button. Within minutes, I was shuttering in orgasmic ecstasy, making my pussy further relax and grow even wetter. As I came off the peak of my orgasmic cloud, my new lover began working his kisses back up towards my head again and I soon felt the warmth of his velvety soft cockhead as it probed my slickened inner lips. Remembering my hubby’s request, I then said, “Wait a second,” as I reached for my phone.

“Would you mind if I take a short video and a few still pics for my husband,” I asked sheepishly, not really wanting to fully disclose our kinky fantasies?

“Not at all,” he responded with a chuckle. “Just as long as he doesn’t come looking for me.”

“No worries,” I responded with a nervous giggle “We have an ‘understanding of sort’ and he gave me a pass of sort to do what I wanted this week but requested a video and pics if I did anything.” “I know it probably sounds a bit weird, but we plan to just use them as our own personal porn.” “I can zoom in and keep your face out of the images if you wish.”

“Ok, that sounds good,” he responded. “I can even take some of the stills for you to give you some different angles if you like.”

“Wow,” he then said jokingly. “I would have never guessed that I would be a porn star tonight.”

With that, I pointed my camera down towards my crotch and popped a few blind focus pics of his cock resting on my glistening inner lips and as I did, I felt the warm wetness as another gush of his milky precum coated my lady parts. Damn, that was so hot! My body squirmed in anticipation of his penetration.

With the photos done for the moment, we got back to business and Ross took one of my nipples between his lips and teeth and bit down lightly as he simultaneously pressed inward with his pelvis.

As I tried to calm my nervous apprehension, Ross pushed inward a bit harder, causing a wave of intense pressure to build within my crotch as the tip of his cock found its mark and began to enter my well-lubricated and willing vagina. As if sensing my initial discomfort, he held still for a minute while the muscles surrounding my opening quivered and stretched to accommodate his girth.

An involuntary “Ahhhh!” escaped me as I felt another wave of intense pressure as the flared rim of the head began to make its way in. As it tunneled deeper, the sensation of pressure soon gave way to a warm feeling of delicious fullness like I had never experienced before. Acting instinctively, I tilted my pelvis up and hooked my legs over his hips as I felt him sliding in progressively deeper, slowly stretching my love tunnel. After what seemed to be an eternity, I at last felt his large heavy balls come to rest to my lower ass. I almost couldn’t believe it. He was all the way in, and it didn’t feel in any way unnatural. It felt fucking incredible!

I could hardly believe what was happening. For the first time since the inception of our fantasy talk and role playing, there I was fucking another guy like I did in many of our shared fantasies. The experience was super-hot and naughty and easily exceeded my wildest expectations!

As my body became accustomed to the internal intrusion, I further relaxed and instinctively opened my legs further to accommodate the full width of Ross’s muscular hips. Knowing what my hubby would love to see, I cut off the video and we popped a few images of the full-length penetration from my unique vantage point.

As my lady parts further relaxed, Ross began a rhythmic pattern of in-and-out thrusting. Starting slowly, he began to massage my womanhood with short strokes, gradually increasing the length, tempo, and vigor as he went. Feeling his wide cockhead massaging my elusive g-spot and upper vagina, all the way up to the level of my belly button, drove me wild with fiery passion! It felt sooo good!

As I relaxed, I transitioned from being nervous to being totally into getting fucked. Gone from my conscious thoughts were my husband, or the close proximity of my friend down the hall. Acting on pure lust, I gently pulled him in and down on top of me and threw my legs around his hips and used my pussy to massage his cock like a whore, pushing my pelvis vigorously forward to meet his every thrust as the flared rim of his cockhead magically massaged my vaginal walls. Within minutes, my body began to shake, and the telltale signs of an impending orgasm became evident. I couldn’t believe it! I was going to cum during intercourse and for the first time ever, without any need for supplemental clitoral stimulation. Ross held still as my vagina tightened around him and I bucked up into his pubic bone as if trying to draw him in deeper. My first ever so-called g-spot orgasm, I could hardly wait for another!

After allowing me to come down off my cloud, Ross began thrusting the full length of his manhood in and out of my relaxed and well-lubricated channel. Completely absorbed in my little world of passion and self-gratification, I was oblivious to the sound of a creaking bed and the sloshing sounds emanating from my crotch that flooded the room and were undoubtedly audible in the hallway.

As another orgasm began to build within me, I rotated my pelvis upward, assuming a position that allowed him to go even deeper and at the same time, massage my ultrasensitive clit with the top of his veiny shaft. As I did, Ross pounded his cock in and out of my pussy with a level passion and vigor like I had never experienced before. Looking into the dresser mirror, I watched in awe as my heels jumped with each of his powerful inward thrusts, my loose-fitting anklet catching occasional rays of light that produced occasional telltale sparkles.

After about three more vigorous thrusts in this position, Ross pushed in deeply and stopped.

“I need to rest a second,” he said, “I want this to last and don’t want to cum yet.”

As we rested, I could indeed tell that he had been close to orgasm. I could feel his shaft and head pulsating within me with occasional gushes of watery precum jetting out that tickled my upper vagina and cervix.

As the pulsations in his cock subsided, Ross resumed the wonderful pattern of in-and-out-thrusting. Coated with my own fluids and his abundant slick precum, his cock easily glided in and out, giving me the ‘internal massage’ of a lifetime. After a few minutes, I felt his cock begin to swell and rhythmically pulsate. “This is it,” I thought to myself. I consciously tried to squeeze my vagina down against his widening member and pulled him in hard with my legs, hoping that he didn’t pull out.

“Oh yes, fill me with your cum,” I gasped lustfully!

I almost couldn’t believe what I said. Being momentarily swept up in the passion and under the influence of my primal urge to be bred by such a virile male, something in me really wanted it. Moments later, we were there. I felt his body tense up and he groaned just as a telltale warm wet sensation erupted deep in my core as he released deep inside me. I pulled his hips in tight and held on as I felt pulse after pulse of his hot thick cum erupt in my most coveted opening, the ultimate taboo act and something I had secretly fantasized about for a long time.

Not wanting it to end, I lay there and reveled in the sensation with his now semirigid member still all the way in. Wanting an image to commemorate the experience, I attempted several blind shots from behind with my camera phone.

While I was very well satiated, something in me just didn’t want my first hotwife experience to end. Acting purely upon an associated lustful impulse, I raised myself from the bed, leaned forward and lightly grasped and lovingly caressed Ross’s still semirigid shaft as it began to retract from my vagina. As if extending the practice act my hubby and I had done with the dildo, I massaged a few more drops of his warm slick cum onto my chest, forming a slick track of wetness between my breasts and then pushed them together as I worked my torso up and down. As if unable to get enough, I at last took the head between my lips and swirled my tongue over the head and milked out the last few drops of residual sperm onto my tongue, savoring the salty taste.

As I leaned forward, I felt the telltale sensation of wetness in my crotch as torrents of his internal deposit began to run out of my still-dilated honey pot, coating my inner thighs and forming a puddle on the bedspread. “Wow, he most definitely fulfilled my request,” I thought to myself.

Snapping back into reality, I wondered how I was going to get home without making a mess out of my dress and my friend’s car seat. Luckily, I suddenly remembered that I had a pad in my purse which I retrieved and slipped into my panties to dam up the remaining cum before I got dressed and tried to compose myself.

As I left the bathroom and entered the living room, I saw Linda sitting on the couch sporting a big smile.

“Dang, I didn’t think you guys were ever coming out,” she said jokingly with that telltale, I know what you did, grin on her face.

“We really need to get going,” she then said with a smile. “I have to be at work in few hours.”

The drive home was a bit strained and uncomfortable with her barrage of probing questions but with my extraordinary level of post-orgasmic sexual satiety, they rolled off me like drops of water from a Rain-X-treated window.

“Come on, did you,” she at last pleaded?”

“I’ll never tell,” I responded teasingly.

With my hair in somewhat of a mess and what was likely a smug look of sexual satisfaction on my face, I sat there in silence for the rest of the ride and relived the evening. Hoping that I didn’t leave any telltale damp spots on her seat, I placed my knees on her dashboard and tilted my pelvis up as inconspicuously as possible.

Almost as if she knew, Linda at last looked over at me with a devilish grin and said:

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

With her actions and level of interest, I wondered if Mark hadn’t been right all along in his thinking about her intentions. Had she set up the whole thing in advance, perhaps in some attempt to try to recapture our youth, or somehow put her and me on the same level in terms of our promiscuity?

As we pulled into my parents’ driveway, I was relieved to find the house dark and quiet. I carefully crept inside and went directly to my room. Before I got into bed, I elected to change my pad. I couldn’t believe how saturated it was with our combined fluids and it had the unmistakable aroma of sex.

Before I went to sleep, I opened the gallery on my phone to view the images I had taken, most notably the shots I had taken blindly. One of the images had a decent amount of detail to it and was super-hot. It showed my crotch with Ross’s cock all the way in and his balls tight up against my crotch. As I zoomed in further, I could clearly see the drool of white cum seeping around his embedded shaft and running down into my butt. I couldn’t believe it. Just the site of it made me again hot with lust and somehow craving more!

The next morning, I was unfortunately not the first one up. For the first time in many years, I was sore down below, but I managed to throw on a pair of cutoff shorts and did my best to conceal my discomfort. Even though I was on the pill, as a precautionary measure, I borrowed my mom’s car and drove to a pharmacy in a neighboring town. Once certain that I didn’t have any onlookers who knew me, I nervously purchased and took a morning-after pill. After I took the pill, I got something to eat and took a couple of Tylenol for pain. An hour later, I was no worse for wear. I could hardly wait for Mark to return so I could give him a detailed story and relive all the juicy intricate details which was sure to result in a hot night of reclaim sex.

What I still can’t believe was how the whole experience made me feel. Going out and getting picked up and seduced by a sexy stranger made me feel hot and desired. I also have to say that having sex with another guy with my hubby’s blessing exceeded my wildest expectations. The way his cock felt was quite different and the experience was to say the least, super-hot and memorable. The whole experience made me feel empowered and sexually liberated. It also somehow seemed to bring forth a hot slutty side of me that I did not even know existed and I liked it! I would most definitely do it again, hopefully with Mark being present the next time. My most recent fantasy is to experience the infamous MFM threesome with him, an act that many women characterize as ‘the ultimate’ in the bedroom.

Mark’s Perspective and Experience

I still can hardly believe it. After many months of role-playing and the associated ups and downs with it, we finally took the plunge and tried the hotwife lifestyle. I don’t think I will ever forget that night. I was in my conference hotel room when Cheri sent me a series of texts, images, and a super-hot video clip that I have watched more times than I would ever admit. Cheri had finally taken a step forward and made what had been our hottest fantasy, a reality. I will never forget seeing her naked on a bed in the throes of passion with a guy that most women would consider to be a stud.

When the video clip started, Cheri was lying on her back caressing this guy’s porn star-sized cock. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked with her fingers wrapped around its diameter, her painted fingernails contrasting with his skin. Cheri was obviously into what she was doing with an ominous sexual flush on her pretty face and her nipples sticking up prominently. What was hard for me to believe was that she could take that massive tool into her lady parts with seemingly minimal difficulty. I knew from our play together with toys that I could insert a large realistic dildo into her and push nearly 7 inches of its length inside, but this dude’s cock looked like a baseball bat in comparison.

The absolute hottest aspect of her video was when Cheri was on her back, naked and presumably ready to take the plunge. As she opened her legs, the guy leaned forward, got between them and eventually got on top of her. Initially, he was up high, and they were making out with obvious passion. From what I could see, his cock was likely resting on her lower belly, its warmth likely teasing her. After a few minutes, he slowly worked his way downward into position. Raising his upper body up off her, he slowly worked his hips up and down, presumably rubbing his cock up the length of her pussy and teasing her clit.

After several minutes, he at last raised his rump up again and shifted his position slightly downward. In response, Cheri opened her legs a bit further and adjusted her position. As he slowly pushed downward, I could tell from her lustful reaction that the tip had found its mark and was going in. Damn! That was so fucking hot to watch!

Once in, the guy slowly made several firm forward thrusts, sinking a little deeper with each round. As he did, Cheri lay back and closed her eyes with what can only be described as a look of pure sexual bliss on her face. As he reached what appeared to be full-length penetration, Cheri locked her legs onto his hips with hot-looking heels still on her feet. My own cock grew rock hard as I watched.

In the video, after a few minutes, my sexual surrogate was thrusting that big cock in and out of my wife’s pussy with a level of rigor that easily exceeded my own capabilities. As an unspoken affirmation of her extreme level of arousal, Cheri soon began pumping her pelvis up into him, meeting each of his powerful downward thrusts.

When the pace and vigor of their activity seemed to reach a cruising plateau, the guy suddenly raised his chest and stomach off of her and began sucking on her nipples as he firmly grasped her upper thighs and seemed to hold her pelvis down onto the bed as he rigorously pounded his cock in and out of her.

As he did, the video showed her heel-clad feet rock upward and her breasts jiggling with each powerful inward thrust. I froze a frame in the clip where she had locked her sexy lower thighs onto his hips with her knees bent acutely and made a jpeg of it. For some reason, I found that particular frame to be extraordinarily hot and kept a copy of it and the all the way in the image she had sent me in a special folder.

With the video cutting off, I did not know for sure if the guy had actually cum and if so, where. For some reason, that unknown element served as a super-hot focus point for my own erotic fantasy and associated self-indulgent play.

Although I really wish I could have been there for our inaugural hotwife session, that little homemade video and set of still pics were easily hotter than any porn I had ever seen. With my mind racing and not being able to sleep, those items served as top-shelf erotic visual aids for fantasy play with my pocket pussy. By the time I managed to get to sleep, I had replayed the video and used my toy an astounding four times!

While having Cheri in a solo act wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to kick off our fantasy realization, it probably worked better than I would have predicted. Retrospectively, had I not been away and given her a green light to go out with her wild friend, it was likely that nothing would have happened, and we would still be at the pure fantasy stage with our hotwife/threesome desires. I could hardly wait to get back, hear all the juicy details, and get my own cock into her.

With the barrier of initiation now broken, I am quite certain that there will be future sessions. I just hope that after this experience, that I alone would be enough to keep Cheri satisfied between such sessions going forward.