My wife Alexis is having a sexual awakening. After twenty years of marriage, she is truly becoming my hotwife. She’s fucked an ex-boyfriend, a young stud in a dance club, and hooked up with a dozen other hot guys in bars.
And I love it.
I begged her to do it. There’s nothing hotter to me on earth than the idea of her in the arms of a stud. It makes me crazy. My dick gets rock-hard just thinking about it. And when she is on a trip to be with another man, I live and breathe a mixture of ecstasy and nausea. I am electrified by the thought of another man’s hands on her body. I am terrified by the idea she could like him better than me for real, that she could fall for him. It’s a dangerous game. It makes all other feelings in life seem small. I’ve read and seen lots of cuckold stuff. I am not into that. I am an executive VP at work and a great dad and husband at home. I have no interest in humiliation. I just get off like a nuclear bomb on the idea of my wife being with hot younger studs.
We’re new to “the lifestyle” and just kind of making up our own rules as we go. We had heard it was a good idea to play with others out of town. We live in a pretty big city, but I thought it was a good idea.
Alexis did too. Or so I thought.
Our sons play lacrosse nearly all year long, it’s a huge sport where we live. Our 9-year-old is an excellent young player and plays on a club team that practices 6 days a week year-round. I love to watch my son play, so I go to most of the practices.
“Hey I can take Matt to practice again tomorrow,” Alexis called from the shower. “I had fun today watching.” And then she came out of the shower, her incredible DD tits looking too hot and her small waist and perfect ass all swaying with a kind of fuck me friskiness.
I could feel her energy. I forgot all about the lacrosse practice.
She needed to get fucked. I took my chance.
“Get down on your knees and close your eyes,” I commanded her. She loves being dominated.
She did it without any hesitation. She was ready.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” She opened her mouth in a wide circle and licked her lips like a good slut. She was panting as I took my clothes off. I have a pretty big dick, seven and a half inches long and nice and thick. Not like a mega-dick, but solid, Like just below minimally acceptable for porn.
I let her wait there. Naked, eyes closed, mouth open, tongue out. Panting, knees on the tile bathroom floor, steam still fogging up the room.
And then I moved with speed and power. With one hand I grabbed her hair, with the other I put my fingers in her mouth pulling it open wider. She was ready, and I thrust my cock down her throat without any caution. She shuddered and then gagged. I didn’t care. I held my dick down her throat so deep her lips touched my balls for 5 seconds, and then I pulled my dick out entirely with speed and confidence.
She was on her knees, naked, panting, with her own slobber all over her mouth and chin.
“What do you say?” I had no mercy.
“Thank you, sir.” She had fallen into submission quickly. It was natural. She was a dominant personality herself outside the bedroom. Making mom decisions all day long. She loved being with a man who takes control, leaves her no decisions, and fucks her hard. She’s a hotwife, and all of her lovers are alpha-types, dominant younger studs who want a MILF fantasy fulfilled.
“What is making my slut hotwife so horny this evening? I need to know.”
Before she could answer I jammed my cock down her throat again, firmly gripping her hair and pulling her face in. I smiled as I heard her gagging. I looked in her eyes and she smiled as much as she could with a dick seven inches down the throat. What a wife. I love her so much.
After a while, I slowly pulled my dick out of her mouth. Her body had been rigid from the attack, and it relaxed a bit as I pulled out.
"Tell me, my hotwife slut. Why are you so horny?”
“I met the hottest guy today. He’s perfection. Six-four and the sickest body I’ve ever seen.”
I walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.
“Crawl on your knees to me, slut.”
Alexis, who is just naturally sexy as hell, crawled like a sexed-out whore, arching her back, tits scraping the ground, licking her lips, and giving me fuck me eyes that would melt ice.
“Tell me more,” I said, my curiosity, my jealousy, my raging hard-on all blending into the unique ecstasy that the husbands of hotwives feel when they enter a competition for their bride. I get off on competing for her with young studs. I know they will win her pussy, I want them to, but at the end of the day, she’s coming home to me. It’s a rigged game where I win every time. And so do Alexis, and her bulls. It’s beautiful.
“Baby, he’s sooo hot. Oh my fucking god.” She was now on her knees as I sat on the edge of our bed, she had both hands on my dick, one working my shaft, the other the base of my dick and my balls. “He’s blond and ripped and just the sexiest thing I’ve seen. I need to be with him, honey. I need to feel him inside me soon. Please baby let him fuck my pussy.”
I couldn’t help myself. Her words combined with her hands working my dick and balls sent me into convulsions as I came all over her face and her tits. She smiled in my eyes and said, “Oh yeah baby give me all of your cum, give me every drop. You are the best husband on the planet, my heart is only yours.”
She licked my cum off her fingers and then spread the rest all over her tits like it was lotion. She came up to me and kissed me slowly but with determination.
“I love how I make you so crazy.” She smiled at me again and I smiled back.
Then her energy shifted just a bit.
“There’s just one thing about this guy: he’s Matt’s assistant lacrosse coach.”
Oh, shit was my first thought. Mixing our lifestyle with our kids and our community was something we have avoided carefully. But Alexis was a step ahead of me.
“It’s ok, I will be super discreet. I don’t even know if he wants to fuck me yet, although we did talk after practice. I promise we can keep this between the three of us. Baby, I need to taste his dick. I need to swallow his cum. His name is Cole Collins, he’s from Texas and he is so beautiful. He is exactly the kind of man you want to give me to baby. He’s too perfect not to have fun with. He looks like a Greek god male model. Please, sir. I am begging you. My pussy is yours to control, please release me to Cole. I need him to own my pussy for a little while too.”
There is nothing on earth that I like more than my wife fucking other men, and her being so wildly into this guy had me thinking with my dick more than my brain. Her words set a fire deep inside me that feels like nothing else on earth. By now she knows exactly the words I want to hear, and she loves to say them and see me react.
“Of course, my baby can fuck who she wants.”
She melted into me on our bed, we were both burning up with a deeper level of passion and love than most couples will ever know. We fucked for two hours before falling asleep in each other’s arms, my cum slowly leaking from her pussy for hours after the three loads I put deep inside her. When I cum in her I am marking her. Like an animal. She’s mine.
We made a plan for the next day. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see my wife Alexis make her play for Cole the lacrosse coach. And she wanted me to see it all. What a fucking incredible wife she is.
I watched from my car in the parking lot, where a lot of dads and moms watched practice. Others sit in fold-up chairs right next to the field. Alexis looked so fucking hot. She was wearing super tight yoga pants and a sports bra, showing off her DD tits, her tiny waist, her long legs, and her perfect bubble ass. It left little to the imagination.
It was nearly 100 degrees in the sun, and I recognized Cole right away. Holy fuck. My first thought was–um what have I done–can I compete with that?
He was wearing lacrosse shorts and a tank top that might as well have not even been there. He looked like a third Hemsworth brother.
Alexis has a type: that 90s Abercrombie-looking dude. White. Shoulders to waist like a V. Face like a male model but some stubble or light beard is a plus, square jaw, body like an NFL tight end, 6’3”-6’6” 210-240 lbs preferred. Zero chest hair and perfect pecs, heavy and broad. Six pack. Bubble butt. Thick quads. Big feet. Some tattoos are a plus. Man bun is a plus. Dominant, cocky attitude is a must.