“Really? You’ve seen me getting distant but not yourself? Think about how things were when we first got married. We used to go out all the time. You’d get all made up, and I’d take you out to nice dinners and dancing. You used to throw on one of my jerseys and go to hockey games with me. You used to do your hair and makeup when you weren’t even leaving the house and when I asked why you were getting all made up, do you remember what you used to say?”
“That I just wanted to look good for you,” I replied, trying very hard not to allow my eyes to fill up with tears.
“Yeah, you would put on your makeup and do your hair just because you wanted to look good for me. I never expected it, and I told you all the time that you looked beautiful without it, but you still wanted to do it for me. When you stopped doing it, I took notice.”
“I never thought about that.”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. That’s why I made such a big deal about you doing it when you were getting ready for work. I didn’t understand why I didn’t deserve it anymore, but a bunch of strangers did. It really bothered me.”
“I can understand that.”
“As far as going out, you put the brakes on that too. You started telling me you just wanted to cook when I asked if you wanted to go out to dinner. If I wanted to take you to a movie, you’d tell me there was nothing out that you wanted to see, which I found strange because you always found new releases to watch on Netflix. The only time I get to take you out is when a pharmaceutical rep is in town, and even then, I feel like I’m pulling teeth.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize you felt this way. What changed in the bedroom?”
“Are you serious? All of this is what changed in the bedroom. I know you’re saying that you’ve felt unloved and unwanted for a long time, but how do you think I’ve felt? When you stopped wanting much to do with me in everyday life, I felt rejected. When it came to sex, you used to be up for it all the time, but you started telling me that you were too tired or that you weren’t in the mood. I stopped trying because I didn’t want to be rejected anymore.”
I lost the battle in my fight to hold back my tears as I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was so focused on what had changed with Dillon, that I never even bothered to look at the part I played in our relationship changing.
Even after everything, he hated to see me cry. At the first sight of a tear rolling down my check, he pulled me close to him, kissed me on my forehead and told me everything was going to be just fine. We could work on things if I wanted to. At that moment, I know that working on things was exactly what I wanted to do.
It had been a month since we had our talk and decided that all we both wanted was to save our marriage. He started closing the practice one day a week to match my weeknight off.
One thing we committed to was a weekly date night. The rules are simple enough. We would each take turns picking where we went and what we did. While on our date, our phones would be put away and neither of us would talk about work. For one night every week, things were all about us.
For the first couple of weeks, we didn’t talk about anything in particular. It was just catching up and talking about everything and not nothing all at the same time, just like we used to do.
During our third date, I decided to ask him about his fantasy. In many ways, I credit his fantasy for fixing our marriage. If I had never used his laptop and saw what h had been watching, we may not have ever opened a dialog about what we were feeling.
He was very open about his fantasy and didn’t have a problem with any questions I asked, regardless of how dumb they were. The more he told me about the fantasy; the more intrigued I became.
Although it was something I didn’t ever plan on doing, the thoughts he was planting in my mind were beginning to turn me on. Before I knew it, his fantasy began to consume my thoughts. When he wasn’t home, I started going to the websites and watching the videos. I started taking extra long showers so I could masturbate. Slowly, I began to realize that his fantasy was becoming my fantasy too.
12
Dillon
Things between Kayla and I were better than they’d been in years. We were communicating with each other, which was something we hadn’t done in quite some time. We were talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.
In many ways, I felt like we were given a second chance to enjoy our honeymoon stage, except it was even better this time. After so many years of marriage, most people don’t fight for what they have, which is probably why divorce rates are so high. I was thankful that we were able to breathe new life into a relationship that was dying.
An unexpected circumstance of our new lines of communication was Kayla coming around to the ideas of my fantasy. She wasn’t eager to go out and actually do it, but she was at least willing to talk about it. I had a feeling that she thought about it more than she was willing to admit, even though she denied it when I asked her about it.
Everything came to a head one night after I had taken her out to dinner and a comedy club, where we both had quite a bit more than the posted two drink minimum. We were lying in bed when she leaned over and started kissing my neck and whispering into my ear.
“I know you like when I kiss on you. Do you think about me lying in bed with someone else, kissing their neck like I do yours?” she asked playfully.
“Yes, I’ve thought about that a lot.”
She moved from my neck to my lips, giving me a deep kiss.
“What about me kissing them, pushing my tongue into his mouth? Maybe even biting their bottom lip the way I do?”
“Mm-hm, I like the sound of that.”
Kayla looked down and saw the bulge that had formed in my boxers. I was amazed at how I went from completely soft to rock hard with just a few words out of her mouth.
“You certainly do like that, don’t you?” she giggled as she reached down and started rubbing my hard-on through my boxers. “I’m sure if I was in bed with another man, his dick would be just as hard. What do you think about me reaching down and grabbing another man’s cock through his underwear and feeling it grow in my hand?”
I had to bite my tongue to the point where it started to hurt just to take my attention away from her touching me because if I didn’t, I was going to blow my load.
“Or what if I reached in and grabbed it?” she continued, moving her hand inside of my boxers, gripping my shaft at the base and slowly stroking upward.
“Get over here,” I told her as I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, kissing her deeply and passionately, as though we were horny teenagers making out in the backseat of a car.
This was the first time that she had brought up the scenario in bed, and it was making me hotter than I ever could have imagined it would.
“I want you so bad,” she whispered into my ear.
I moved from her mouth and started kissing her down her body, stopping briefly at her collarbone and breasts before making my way between her legs. She grabbed the back of my head to push my face towards her pussy, which was already glistening, but I wanted to try something. It usually took some work to get her off, and I wanted to see if I was right and she was just as turned on by the fantasy as I was.
“For the rest of the night, I’m not your husband. Your husband isn’t here. I want you to close your eyes and imagine that you’ve spent the evening at a bar. Not a cheap, hole in the wall kind of place, but a bar in a nice hotel. The kind of hotel that businessmen frequent.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered as I bent down and gave her clit one single lick.
“Now imagine that an attractive businessman has taken an interest in you and has been buying you drinks all evening. As it starts to get late, he invites you up to his room. He tells you he likes talking to you, but you both know that’s not what the invite is about.”
“Mmmm,” she moans as I give her another quick lick.
“He pours you another drink as soon as you get up to the room before he takes a seat and turns on some music. H
e tells you how sexy you look and asks you to dance for him. You place your drink on a nightstand and start giving him the most erotic dance you can think of. Your dance turns into a striptease. You seductively and provocatively take off every piece of clothing you’re wearing except for your g-string panties.”
“Keep going,” she groans while I slide a finger inside of her tight, wet slit.
“You walk over to the chair he’s sitting in, turn your back to him, and lower yourself onto his lap. As you grind against him, you can feel him starting to get hard in his slacks. You turn around, straddling him in his chair, undoing his tie, pulling it off, and throwing it across the room. Not being able to keep his hands off you, he grabs and a handful of your tits and brings your nipples into his mouth.”
“Oh God,” she says as I slip a second finger into her.
“When he can’t take your teasing anymore, he grabs you around your waist, lifts you up and puts you down at the edge of the bed. Forcefully, he spreads your legs, pulls your panties to the side, and shoves his head between your legs, just like this.”
Her legs were already beginning to shake before I leaned down and started licking all over her clit. Within 30 seconds, her pussy was starting to grip my fingers tightly, her breathing became shallow, and she grabbed the hair on the back of my head tightly.
“Oh God, Dillon, I’m cumming!”
Her entire body started convulsing as she had the hardest orgasm I can remember her having in quite some time. It was so hard that she became so sensitive, she had to push my head away from her.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, giggling as she tried to catch her breath. “That was fucking hot.”
I was right. She was fantasizing about it as well. Even if it never happened, it was nice to at least role play and talk about it. If I was never going to be able to actually share her, that was the next best thing.
13
Kayla
Dillon had an appointment at 8 am so I knew he would be leaving the house early. It wasn’t so much that I wanted him to be out of the house, but I really wanted to call Meghann to tell her about what has happened in the past month since I last spoke with her. As soon as his car was out of sight, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
“Girl, somebody better be dying or bringing me a lot of money for this phone to be ringing at 7:30 in the morning,” Meghann mumbled into the phone.
“Good morning to you too sunshine!”
“Oh God, you’re one of those happy and chipper in the morning people.”
“Yeah, yeah, do you have a minute or do you want me to call you back later?”
“It depends on what you want.”
“I wanted to talk to you about what we talked about last time I called you.”
“Oh, about your husband wanting you to fuck other guys?”
“That seemed to have perked you up.”
“What can I say? I love the juicy stuff. So what’s going on?”
“Would it be weird if I said that I think finding his porn may have saved our marriage?”
“Maybe a little. I’m going to need more details than that to make a decision.”
“Well, finding the porn initially led to a big blowout fight that I was sure would be the end of us. Instead, it resulted in a long conversation about what was missing in our marriage and what we needed to do to fix things.”
“That’s a good start. What did you come up with?”
“We’ve both drifted apart from each other, and we both thought it was the other’s fault. We didn’t look at what we were doing ourselves to push the other away. We decided to have one date night each week that’s only about us.”
“That’s sweet, and I’m happy for you, but you did not wake me up for all this kissy sweet shit did you?”
“Jesus, I’m getting to the good stuff,” I laughed. “Reconnecting has allowed us to talk openly about his fantasies and things like that. I’ve got a much better idea of what he fantasizes about.”
“That’s a good first step. What did you find out?”
“First of all, he has no interest in sleeping with anyone else himself, and he made that clear right up front. He says that I’m the most beautiful woman in his mind and he wants to watch me be pleasured. He told me that he wants me to be his own personal porn star.”
“Did he mention wanting you to make fun of him or degrade him or anything like that? Anything about not sleeping with him anymore and only sleeping with other men?”
“No, nothing like that. He still wants me very much.”
“Good, that means you don’t have a cuckold situation on your hands.”
“I’m assuming that would be bad?”
“It’s not my cup of tea, but some people like it. It’s more for dominant women and men that have a secret sissy side. Most women in a cuckold relationship put their man in chastity and don't give them any pleasure.”
“Dillon is definitely not a sissy. I don’t see why people would be into that. What could the man possibly get out of it?”
“The hell if I know. I like being in control now and then, but I get off on my man getting off.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. So this is the other thing you said on the phone last time. What was it called?”
“Honey, you’ve got yourself a full-fledged hotwife situation on your hands. You’re a lucky girl. I can’t tell you how many of my friends are jealous because I’m in a hotwife relationship.”
“Wait a minute. Are you telling me that your friends actually know about it?”
“Not all of them. Just the ones I can trust not to tell everyone my business.”
“I don’t think I’m going to tell anyone but you.”
“Oh, so you’re going to go through with it?”
“What? No, that’s not what I said.”
“You just told me you weren’t going to tell anyone. That would insinuate that there was something to tell.”
“I don’t know what to do, Meghann. We’ve been talking a lot about it, and it really turns him on.”
“What about you? Does it do anything for you?”
“Honestly, the more we talk about it, the more it becomes my fantasy too. I’m just scared that if I do it, he’ll regret it or something and it will break us for good.”
“I have a feeling that’s something you won’t have to worry about. If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.”
“What do you mean? I’m not ready to do this just yet.”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Why don’t the two of us go out clubbing this weekend? I’ll take you to a couple of my favorite spots and show you how easy this is if you want to pursue it. It’ll just be a girls night with no pressure to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll have some drinks, dance, and let all the boys eat their hearts out.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been clubbing? Probably before I got married. That sounds like fun. Let me run it by Dillon, but I can’t see him having a problem with it. I’ll call you back this evening.”
Dillon was almost asleep when I came home from work, but I’d been thinking about my phone call with Meghann all day, so he was just going to have to wake up and talk to me.
“Babe, are you asleep?” I asked, knowing that he was right on the edge.
“Almost, what’s up?”
“Do you remember my friend Meghann from college?”
“Vaguely, why?”
“Well, I called her today and was telling her about what we’ve been talking about lately.”
“What? You mean about the fantasy? Why would you tell anyone that?”
“She’s the only person I’ve told. Besides, if you remember her at all, she was always the slut of the group. Apparently, not much has changed except now she’s a married slut.”
“I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”
“Okay, do you know that what you
want me to do is called being a hotwife?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard the term.”
“Good, because Meghann is a hotwife. Her husband has the same fantasies as you, and she acts on them. He loves it apparently. Well, she wants to get together this weekend, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”
“Sure, I’m fine with it. Why wouldn’t I be? What are you girls going to be doing?”
“She wants to go clubbing.”
“Clubbing? You want to go clubbing?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I just can’t picture it.”
“I’ll have you know that I used to go clubbing quite a bit. She said she’s got a couple of spots that she likes to go to. She offered to show me the ropes.”
“Show you the roped of what?”
“Show me the ropes of being a hotwife.”
14
Dillon
There was something extremely sexy about watching Kayla getting ready to go out clubbing with her friend. This was especially true knowing that the friend she was going out with was a promiscuous hotwife herself.
“So what kind of trouble are you crazy women going to get into tonight?” I asked Kayla playfully.
“Probably not the kind of trouble you’re hoping I’ll get into so settle down,” she joked back. “It’s been so damn long since I’ve been to a club that I don’t even remember what to expect. Hell, other than wine, I haven’t had a drink in forever.”
“Do you ladies need me to be your designated driver tonight? You can call me whenever you need me to pick you up.”
“No, we decided we’re just going to get an Uber at the end of the night. That way we’re not tempted to drive and don’t have to inconvenience either of our husbands.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be any inconvenience, but I’d hate to be asleep and miss your call if you’re out late so an Uber is probably a good idea. So I guess you’re leaving your cars at home and taking an Uber there as well.”
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