by Vivi King
Before leaving, I had asked Pete whether, now he had tasted what it felt like to be knowingly cuckolded, he was content for the affair to continue. After a moment’s thought, he had said quietly and calmly that he wasn’t sure. The first date had been so harrowing that he didn’t know if he could handle such intense emotions over and over again.
“Do you want it to stop now?” I asked as unemotionally as I could, remembering my promise but silently praying for the right answer.
“N... No....” he replied a little less certainly than I had hoped. “At least not yet.”
“What would you like me to do?” I asked in as calm a voice as I could manage, adding hastily and truthfully, "I don’t want you to be hurt.”
Pete thought for a moment more.
“Maybe... maybe if you arranged just one more date,” he said uncertainly. “If it doesn’t get any worse...”
Frustratingly, he didn’t finish the sentence and I didn’t feel able to press him further.
“So shall I arrange to see him and...?” I let my sentence hang too.
“Fuck him?” Pete finished my sentence for me. “Do you want to Penny? Do you want him to fuck you again?”
“Yes I do,” I replied, clearly and unambiguously. “I want him to fuck me again.”
Pete took a deep breath and shivered visibly.
“Then do it,” he said. “Just fucking do it!”
With those words he left the house. A moment later I heard the roar of his Porsche as it reversed out of the driveway.
I close the front door and stood still in the hallway, almost unable to believe my good fortune. Not only was I still married, if Pete could say this so soon after my first date, it could only mean that, so far at least, my extraordinary husband really was content with the adventure we were tentatively embarking upon.
With Christmas so close, I knew arranging a tryst with Tony would be difficult with all three of our kids coming home over the next few days. I knew his children were arriving soon too so I sent a text straight away to give my lover the good news and to try and find a safe date to be together.
A shiver of excitement coupled with disbelief rippled through me as I typed the message on the screen of my phone. Was I really arranging for another man to fuck me for a second time with my husband’s full agreement? Surely this couldn’t be real?
But real it was. While I waited for Tony’s reply, I cleared the dining table, reflecting on my new status and the way my first ‘Official Hotwife Date’ had gone. Though there were still reservations, in truth it could hardly have gone better.
For me, as well as being sore and tired, I felt happier, sexier, more confident and more attractive than I had for years; even more than when Tony and my relationship was an affair. The fact that my husband both knew and approved made all the difference; no deceit, no fear of discovery, no risk to my marriage. Just really great sex with a gorgeous man!
But I was also a bit dazed and confused and felt caught up in the extraordinary momentum of my new life. A few short weeks ago I had been a middle-aged, sensible, outwardly ordinary research scientist and a completely faithful wife and mother.
Okay, I also wrote erotic stories about adultery but only one close female friend knew that.
One unplanned afternoon later I had become an adulteress. A few weeks after that, I had been transformed into the Hotwife of a willing cuckold husband.
It was hard to comprehend.
When I had started the ball rolling by letting Tony actually seduce and fuck me instead of jokingly declining his routine, half-hearted advances, it had been on the spur of the moment rather than the carefully planned affair I had imagined and had written about in my stories. I don’t think I had really understood where it might end up and was still not quite sure how I had got to this stage so quickly but at that moment I was happy to be there. What was much more important; my husband Pete seemed happy too so that would appear to be satisfactory all round.
Once the table was clear, I unloaded my clothes from the washing machine and hung them to dry. I didn’t notice it at the time but my semen-stained panties were nowhere to be found.
***
Later that evening, Tony texted back. I was in the kitchen and grabbed my phone with almost childish excitement, reading his surprisingly long message word by word. Much of what he said was too embarrassing to write even in this story and made me blush despite being alone in the house but the gist of the message was clear; he would really love to see me again.
The problem was that his kids were coming home earlier than I had expected so the only safe time to meet was on Thursday night. This was only two days away and would have meant having two dates with him in one week – our first week too. This was much more than Pete and I had agreed. I told Tony I’d get back to him after I’d talked to Pete.
I called my husband’s mobile and told him what Tony had said. Pete was in his car on his way home. There was a long silence which worried me.
“Are you okay Pete?” I asked anxiously.
“Y...Yes,” he replied uncertainly.
“Do you want me to tell him I can’t go? Have you had second thoughts?”
“N... No,” he said quietly. “It’s just a bit sooner than I had expected. I thought with Christmas coming...”
“That there’d be a bit of a break to get used to the idea?”
“Yes I suppose so.”
“I could tell him we’ll have to wait until after the kids go back,” I said, hoping that wasn’t his plan.
There was an even longer pause before Pete’s voice returned.
“You’re sure you’re not in love with him, Penn?” he asked. “You’re sure it’s just sex?”
This time it was my turn to pause. When I spoke the words of my online friends were in my head; be direct, be clear, and don’t leave any room for doubt.
“I’m sure, Pete. It’s just sex. I just want him to fuck me and make me cum. I don’t want him to marry me.”
I’m sure I heard a sharp intake of breath. My heart thumped in my chest as I waited for his reply.
“Okay Penn. Do it! Go and see him.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
Pete laughed hollowly.
“Of course I’m not sure Penny! How could I be sure? My wife’s going to be fucked by another man. You’re going to have another man’s thick cock stuck inside you again. He’s probably going to make you cum when I can’t; he’ll probably even cum inside you. How can I be sure about that?”
“But...” I began.
“I am sure we need to do it though,” he interrupted. “It was agony last time; sheer unadulterated agony but if it’s what you need, it’s what I need too. Fix it up and fuck him before I come to my senses and change my mind.”
My husband is simply wonderful!
When I called Tony and told him what Pete had said, he was thrilled too but said we would have to make do with a takeaway and watch a movie as he would have no time to cook.
This was fine by me as far as it went but I hoped he had other, more physical plans for me as well as food!
So as I lay in bed later that night next to my cuckolded husband, my body still aching from the night before, it looked like I was to have my second ‘Official Hotwife Date’ in only two days’ time. My tummy bubbled with excitement and anticipation as I remembered what it had felt like being in bed with my lover barely twenty-four hours ago.
I chuckled as I thought about my ‘vampire bite’ hickey too and hoped it would have faded by then. Given what I expected us to be doing, there would be no way of hiding it from Tony.
Things were starting to gather a momentum of their own. Surely a confident, professional woman my age with grown-up children shouldn’t feel this way! I should be out lunching with friends or shopping, talking property prices, flower arranging or visiting garden centres, not aching from too much sex, trying to hide love bites and looking forward to cheating on my husband yet again!
And yet it made me feel s
o good, so young, so attractive, so... exciting!
What on earth had I started, and where on earth would it lead?
***
Wednesday was the third day of Pete and my new ‘lifestyle’ and had been very close to a normal day; close enough for me to feel relatively content if it became the norm from then on. Although he still needed to ask questions about my date, I could tell from the reduction in tension between us that Pete had either come to terms with it or at least was very close to that state of mind. He was still very attentive but not ostentatiously so; he just made the tea more often and tidied the house better, especially after meals.
I felt much more relaxed too though I did spend half an hour in the evening going through my knicker-drawer and throwing out all the panties I found that were too big, too old or not sexy enough for what I imagined a new Hotwife would need. Several of my older, less sexy bras hit the bin too so I had put together an urgent shopping list to prevent me having to go out ‘commando’.
I still couldn’t find my new black and semen-stained panties from Monday night’s date. I knew I had worn them home but they had completely vanished. My next date was only twenty-four hours away
and I was still a little sore from the last one. To my disappointment, my hickey was still clearly visible on my neck so I had planned to talk to Pete when he came home from work about the problems with marking me.
Thanks to school discos in my youth, I was familiar with love bites and to be honest in other circumstances might even have found one quite an erotic souvenir. This however was a proper bite that had actually broken the skin in one place and most certainly did not belong on the neck of a woman my age. I hoped my online friend Richard was right and that Tony wouldn't mind.
I had gone to the gym after work that evening wearing a hooded top to hide my shameful mark. As I was on my way out through the cafe bar I had bumped into Tony’s estranged wife Julie. As usual she was on her way into the gym for yet more exercise. Also as usual she looked stunning for her age.
Getting fucked regularly by a man twenty years her junior seemed to be making Julie look younger and prettier rather. My own sexual athletics were making me feel older and exhausted. Life was unfair, I thought rather bitterly.
As we settled into our seats with our coffees, I remembered that, during some recent pillow talk, Tony had told me that his cheating wife had been making tentative overtures about getting back together. Her timing was ridiculously perfect of course, asking for a rapprochement precisely when Tony had found himself a regular bed-partner in me.
He had told her that he wasn’t interested; that she had hurt him too much and was still flaunting her infidelity but of course, you never know. Perhaps all was not rosy in the land of the cradle-snatchers; perhaps she was having difficulty living with a boy who was twenty years younger than she was, I wondered maliciously.
I was surprised how easy I found it to talk to her while in the midst of an affair with her estranged husband. It might have been because I knew what she was still up to herself but even so, I would never have guessed I could have been so calm in the circumstances.
But then there were a lot of things I hadn’t thought myself capable of, weren’t there?
Julie was still outwardly full of bravado over her young lover but after a while she confirmed what Tony had told me; that she would really like to get back together with him and for him to move back into the family home. Reading between the lines, it appeared that even the greatest of sex could only take a girl’s mind off immature male behaviour and untidiness for so long.
Her lover wasn’t even thirty yet and she was over fifty - my age to within a few weeks! I gave them no
more than six more months together but her situation reinforced what I already knew; that I was incredibly lucky to be married to a man who would allow me to have the best of both worlds – great sex with other men and a steady family relationship at the same time.
Julie had felt she had to choose between them. That’s if her head had been involved in the decision at all. In truth, even for someone who knew her well, Julie’s behaviour had been baffling. As well as pretty, she was and is a very intelligent and educated woman. I couldn’t imagine what had made her do such an unwise thing.
She was paying a high price for her decision. Her kids were pretty much the same ages as ours but didn’t like going home to see their Mum when her boyfriend was there. He was only a few years older than her children after all and was in many ways less mature. This meant they stayed away most of the time.
Although her young lover still had a flat, he mostly lived with Julie in the family home. To avoid meeting him, her kids preferred to stay with their father in his apartment despite the lack of room, hence my not being able to meet Tony over Christmas.
I shuddered; I couldn’t bear it if our three children avoided seeing me. Even the greatest of sex couldn’t be worth that!
Whatever the reason, Julie was definitely trying to get back into her husband’s life but told me he had made it clear that he wasn’t interested yet. I knew from Tony that this was true but from his tone of voice I suspected she would have eventually humiliated herself in public enough for him to forgive her and go back to her.
I was sure Tony still loved her even if, right then, he didn’t like her much.
Julie’s sexual antics were well known around our circle of friends. They had attracted envy in some quarters but unease in most. After all, if her marriage could break down in such a spectacular way, perhaps no marriage was safe.
What would happen to her husband’s relationship with me if they did get back together could only be guessed, but if Julie’s story was to be believed, I had a good few months in which to worry about that.
The thought went round and round my mind as I drove myself home afterwards.
***
Thursday, the day of my next Official Date arrived and, as on the Monday before, it passed painfully slowly. Even the distractions of the hospital couldn’t keep my mind from drifting and I kept checking the condition of my hickey in the mirror when alone. As a souvenir, it was surprisingly powerful; reminding me of my new Hotwife status and what I hoped awaited me in Tony’s apartment that very evening.
It’s fortunate that as a scientist rather than a physician, I have few actual patients of my own or they would have felt a bit neglected.
But eventually it was time to go. I covered the journey home in record time and, after drawing me a bath, Pete helped me get dressed again. This time, as well as more of the recently-bought lingerie, I chose a short, figure-hugging skirt, dark tights with knee high boots, a long jumper and a leather jacket.
Still sexy but less intimidatingly formal, I hoped. And a lot warmer too!
Even Pete’s pre-date hand-job passed off successfully this time. There were no problems with his erection that night and although it was messy, I rather enjoyed the novelty of watching and making him cum using my hands alone.
I had seldom seen my husband ejaculate – as I have explained, I have always had ‘bit of a thing’ about my lovers cumming inside me; for me it’s the only way any form of sex should ever end – so the volume of semen as it spurted over his toned tummy took me by surprise, as did the intensity of my husband’s climax.
At the appointed hour, Pete drove me round to Tony’s flat once more. Although he was still very much upset, this time his excitement was much more visible too though I noticed his knuckles were still white as I closed the door behind me and buzzed my way into the apartment block.
When I entered the flat, there was a lot less tension between Toy and me too. Both of us were much more relaxed, the awkwardness of our previous date had gone and the whole thing was much, much more sexually oriented. I’m embarrassed to say that Tony and I were making love in the lounge within twenty minutes of my walking through the door. I hadn’t even had a chance to take my top off!
Fortunately my online friend Richard had been right; Tony didn’t care about the bite mark Pet
e had given me, though if anything it was more noticeable than before. He thought it was sweet, kissed me there many times and we laughed about it.
He even threatened to ‘balance me out’ by giving me another on the other side but I told him I could
do more damage to him from where my mouth was so he’d better get that thought out of his mind straight away. As my lips were actually around the head of his cock at the time, he had every reason to listen to me!
After ‘Round One’ on Tony’s sofa, we ordered in pizza and lay there together watching a film on DVD. It was one of my favourites and made us both laugh. It was a wonderful close couple of hours; I wore nothing but one of Tony’s old rugby shirts and he was in his bathrobe. We smooched and kissed and fondled each other throughout the film which was wonderful at the time but gave me some misgivings later.
When the film ended I was so aroused by his wandering fingers that Tony had to take me straight into the bedroom and make love to me again. This time it started very caring and loving but built quickly to something that frightened me and probably scared tony too.
For me there is a startling level of arousal that I have heard called a ‘breeding frenzy’. According to my online researches (and the two close female friends with whom I had discussed it), it’s something many women experience; a complete and total – almost primeval abandonment to the physical need to be inseminated.
I knew from past experience that it could happen to me with or without orgasm but could be equally overwhelming either way. I had only reached this level of arousal a handful of times, and those moments had been some twenty years ago when Pete and I had actually been ‘trying for a baby’.
When I had gone into that wild, almost feral mode, something deep within me had taken over; I seemed to throw all sense of propriety or self-respect to the winds and made loud, passionate and often vulgar demands on my lover. In the ‘breeding frenzy’, all I wanted was to have a man fuck me as hard as he could; to dominate me; to hurt me sexually; to cum deep inside me and for me to be impregnated by him.
And in the frenzy I told him so in no uncertain terms!
