Every cell in my body ached to watch her cum with another man. The ecstasy of seeing her eyes close, body trembling, and sultry voice call out when her pleasure became too much to bear. It became an addiction for me. When I couldn’t watch I begged her to recount her experiences with other men. Lying in bed together Stephanie would stroke my cock as she told me about someone else. It was nearly a nightly ritual. I was filled with an indescribable level of both jealousy and arousal as she told me about a different or better cock fucking her to climax. It only fueled my passion for her.

Simply, Stephanie is my wife and best friend. She’s my physical, emotional, and mental Adonis. She is my Aphrodite - my goddess of love. She’s also my hotwife, which means she’s allowed to sleep with other men. She’s in her early thirties with long, flowing, brunette hair, and sparkling hazel eyes. She’s short, only standing on tiptoes at 5’4”, but she’s built with natural 32D breasts that are shapely and perfect. She’s my buxom bronzed Hispanic bride that I adore watching cum.

Our shared journey into her transformation into a hotwife brought us closer together. She trusted that I trusted her and vice versa. Our first three experiences were together, but now Stephanie was emboldened in her sexuality and began to venture out on her own. Sometimes she would send photos. Sometimes she would bring them home and I would discreetly listen from another room. Once, while on a business trip, she opened a video chat and I watched her like she was a cam-girl performing a thousand miles away. Other times she only returned with stories. However, after she was finished or when she returned home I would always lovingly reclaim her while she described the way a stranger seduced her.

Her business trips, which she began to take more regularly, always included a new lover in a new town. While visiting a conference in Chicago she made a point to tease me throughout the week about a guy she had been flirting with. She had promised that if she did anything with him she would film it. One afternoon mid-week my phone pinged. The email read, “Skipped a morning session to unwind and de-stress with a new friend ;).” There was a video attached.

As the video played it opened to a hotel bedroom, presumably hers. I couldn’t discern much of his features, but there was a strange man lying on his back in his underwear. Stephanie, wearing matching blue laced underwear and bra, stepped away from the computer and moved toward him. She crawled on top of him and straddled him. He sat up and they began to kiss. As his hands roamed her body he unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilled forward into his face. Her head tilted forward and she kissed his forehead. Her flowing brown hair covered his face while it was buried in her breasts. She pushed him away and huskily said, “Take off your underwear and lay face down.” The man obediently slid his underwear off and rolled onto his stomach. As he did this she got up and removed her underwear and then nestled back down on top of him. 

Stephanie grabbed what appeared to be a bottle of lotion or oil from the side table. She rubbed some all over his body and hers. She began to systematically massage him. As I watched her deftly working her hands from his neck, down his back, to his legs I wondered how far she would go. While working on his hips she slid her hand under his thigh and for a brief moment looked towards the camera and smiled. “Roll over,” she commanded.

As he did so his erection bounced upward toward her. Again she covered his body and hers in the oil. Meticulously she worked the oil into his body with her hands. As she got to his groin, she grasped his balls and lower shaft in one hand. With the other, she slowly and lightly pulled upwards repeatedly. The man’s breathing began to increase. With the palm of her hand, she began to rub the tip of his penis in circles. He moaned and attempted to sit up and kiss her.

Stephanie pushed him back down. She leaned forward and began to rub her chest all over his body. She slid her body down until his cock was sandwiched in between her boobs. A few slow moments of using her tits to pleasure him went by before she took him into her mouth. Knowingly she brushed her hair to the opposite side so the camera, and I, could enjoy the full view of her giving this unknown man head. I watched and listened as she slurped this strange cock into her mouth. I wondered what he thought as he enjoyed another man’s wife sliding her tongue around his shaft. As she pulled herself back on top of him, Stephanie said, “Your cock is so much thicker than my husband's.” Without skipping a beat she gracefully began gliding her pussy over his cock. Briefly, she leaned backward and pulled his bare cock into her. While on top of him and leaning back, her mouth opened and she let out a faint gasp. 

These were the moments of hotwifing I lived for. I watched as my wife rolled her hips back and forth with an unknown man at an unknown time. As she leaned forward the man sat up, pulled her hips down tight onto him, and sucked on her tits. They both began to moan faster until in unison they cried out and their movements began to slow. They embraced and kissed for a moment. As she got up and walked over to turn the camera off a dribble of his cum was still visible on her pussy.

Her exploration and vitality fueled us both. My lust and passion for her grew ever brighter. My wife was a successful and professional person in her own right. Now she was unleashing an untapped side of her personal and sexual life that was undiscovered. Her adventures always ended in our bed and my arms, but the voyage was hers. My heart always raced when I would get a text that she was going to be late, but the stories never disappointed.

Once after a different trip, Stephanie returned home to describe what I would have considered the apex of her sexual deviancy.

During this particular trip, she kept mostly radio silent, except for normal day-to-day communication. When she returned, Stephanie came home and immediately threw herself around me. As she was passionately kissing me she began grabbing my cock. She begged me to follow her to the bedroom. Once we were completely naked lying in bed she grabbed my cock and asked, “Do you want to hear how slutty I’ve been?” “Of course, baby,” I answered. As she slowly wrapped her hand around me and flicked her wrists up and down along my erect cock she described how she accidentally fucked two guys.

After picking a man on Tinder, she met him for drinks. She explained the situation - she was a hotwife and was free to fuck whomever she pleased. This young trepidatious twenty-three-year-old boy was mostly concerned with fucking an available hot female and disregarded any entanglements. After a few drinks, he took my bride back to his place. Stephanie described that he led her into an older, yet still elegant, Victorian shared house. She didn't think much of it at first, mostly because as soon as they entered they went right at it.

Stephanie described this young man as tall, slender, and with defined features. She was mostly turned on by his athletic build, but he had a persistent attitude that just couldn’t quite be turned away. When she walked in she could immediately tell it was the typical college-boy style but didn't get past the living room. Immediately this boy clung to her and pressed her into the wall. Stephanie said she dropped her bag and reciprocated his passion. They began stripping their clothes. After they were both standing there naked he pressed down on her shoulders. She accepted the message and bent her knees.

She described his cock as being longer, but more slender than mine. She was excited about the places it would reach but was mostly anticipating his enthusiasm. As Stephanie worked his 7” or 8” cock into her throat she said she gagged a bit, bit muscled through. The saliva and salty pre-cum filled her mouth, but she said she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. Stephanie said she pulled her mouth away from his dick for a moment, and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upward. He greedily pressed his mouth into her, swirling his tongue into her mouth, while his engorged cock pressed into her abdomen. Firmly grasping her hand, he led her to the couch of the living room. She said they played around a bit more, but quickly she mounted him.

“Fuck, your cock feels so deep in me,” she said as she pulled him into her. As she began to work his longer dick, she caught her stride. He was grasping her hips and she felt empowered by his younger energy. As she was climbing towards climax they both began moaning louder. 

I imagined as my successful, professional, and respected wife was fucking and about to cum on a random dirty couch with a semi-anonymous college student. Stephanie described being filled with a longer cock, deeper than I could reach. She was approaching climax. As she rode this young man on a couch in a large house, she never stopped to ask him if he was alone. BOOM. The front door swung open. Moaning and gasping, and about to cum, the flushed face of my naked and moaning wife greeted a stranger. 

In mid-climax to the whole world, my beautiful naked wife was in the process of fucking another man, as another man walked in. Her eyes were half-slit, mouth agape, tits rocking, hips wrapped around another’s waist, and a cock was buried deep within her. Stephanie greeted another strange man with a moan. The stranger froze, but Stephanie locked eyes with him and kept at it. He stood motionless at the doorway as Stephanie continued fucking her way to climax on the couch. Before she could get there, her college-aged toy began to pull out.

Quickly, she said, she stopped and pulled a blanket over herself in embarrassment. The roommate, also astonished, quickly closed the door and placed his bag to the side. Reynaldo, the original man, said, “Sorry…welcome home?” Dylan, the interloper, moved his items to the kitchen while Stephanie and Reynaldo laughed and collected themselves under the blanket.

Dylan came back to the sitting room after putting his groceries away. Reynaldo whispered something into her ear in Spanish, but she wasn’t exactly sure what it was he said. Something to the effect of two filling her desires. Either way, Stephanie was led away to a bedroom by her original lover and followed by the newcomer.

She plopped herself onto a bed in the new room. As she sat in the middle of a bed, Dylan and Reynaldo sat flanking her. Between the two of them, Stephanie said she was overwhelmed. Two throbbing cocks with fit twenty-something boys had her going wild. They both began kissing her mouth, neck, and breasts. As they began exploring her body Stephanie said she was flushed between two hard cocks both desperately wanting to fuck her.

Stephanie said she started by alternating sucking their cocks. However, they quickly took control of her. She described their sex as practically primeval. Their hands grasped her body wildly. While one grasped and sucked her breast and nipple, the other grasped her thigh and kissed her vulva. Quickly they embraced her. The two men focused on her needs and desires. Between the two they made her cum again and again. One deeper and one thicker. 

We were lying in bed she told me what I loved hearing.

“From both sides of me, I had two throbbing cocks. While one ate me out and fingered me, another was thrusting his cock into my mouth. I’ve never felt so empowered, desired, or sexy. I just let myself go. It was a blur. It was ecstasy.”

Stephanie described as they shifted and traded positions. Eventually, they took turns fucking her. She was spit-roasted between the two. She said she wished I could've seen it, and promised to recreate it at some point. She said they both came inside her and asked if I was mad. It was her most sexually satisfying moment until now, how could I be mad as the woman I adored was adored by others? I was incredibly turned on. The only thing I was mad about was that I couldn’t watch or join in. I only made her promise that in the future she would either make sure I was present or film it.

As she wrapped her story with my cock wrapped in her hands, I came onto her body. My cum spurted across her chest coating her body, For that, she was assured that I still loved her.