Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales

by Cleo Danbury

  Contents

  Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 1 "My First Time"

  Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 2 "Sloppy Seconds"

  Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 3 "Three's Company"

  Family Ties

  Open Windows

  Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 1 "My First Time"

  Chapter One

  First let me say, I love my husband very much.

  With that said, I was more than a little shocked when he told me to fuck another man.

  The first time Mike mentioned it, I almost missed the question. His face was buried between my legs, his tongue flicking against my clit while his fingers plunged deep in my pussy. I was just beginning to lose myself in the tension of the building orgasm when he stopped and said, "Tell me about your first blowjob."

  "What?" I said, slightly out of breath. The pressure between my legs relaxed quickly and it annoyed me that he broke our rhythm. I grabbed him by the hair and gave it a tug, expressing my displeasure and also pulling his mouth back where it needed to be.

  "I said," he replied, plunging his fingers deep inside me, "tell me about your first blowjob. How old were you the first time you sucked a cock?"

  I hesitated a moment before answering. Where was this coming from? "I'm not going to tell you tha-…oh my." His two fingers deep went deep inside me and then curled back, putting pressure on that magic place that breaks my will and sends it flooding out of my pussy in a gush. I sank back, losing myself as waves of pleasure rolled down my body.

  And then it stopped. He held his fingers there, touching but not pushing. Just waiting. Mike, you mother fucker. Finally I broke, "I was sixteen."

  He pressed, hitting that button and flooding me with an overwhelming sensation. He worked me for another thirty seconds, the orgasm building again, almost within reach. Then he paused again.

  "Who was it?"

  I took a second to decide whether to respond. But his damn fingers held me hostage. Answer the question or we kill the orgasm. Oh no you don't. "Tony McBride," I answered and he continued, plunging and then curling back, building my orgasm with every motion. But of course, we weren't finished.

  "Did he cum in your mouth?"

  This time I answered before he could even slow down. "Yes."

  "Did you swallow?"

  Again, no hesitation on my part, we were almost there. I ran my hands up my stomach and grabbed my nipples, pinching and stretching them. The pain made me shudder.

  "Yes," I answered and the dam broke. Juice flooded out of my constricting pussy as the orgasm washed over me in waves. I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair and squeezing as hard as I could. Finally, the contractions slowed to twitches and I relaxed. I reached down and grabbed his hand, holding it tight against me, keeping those two fingers buried in that perfect spot. He was soaked and I rubbed it on his hand like lotion.

  As I lay there panting, my breath slowly returning, I assumed we were done with the questions. I was wrong.

  "Why did you do it? Did you love him?"

  I almost laughed, "Of course I didn't love him. I was sixteen and he was a senior. I just wanted..to make him happy."

  He nodded as if that were an interesting answer. "Would you do it again?"

  As soon as he asked the question, he twitched his fingers and my body responded immediately. My breath caught in my throat and I arched my back. He continued to curl and uncurl his fingers inside me, hard and fast trying to rip the next orgasm from my body. And it worked. He repeated the question.

  I wasn't sure where this question was going, but I knew where I was going and I wasn't about to let it slip away. His fingers pulsated inside me like a jackhammer and my head swam. I would tell him anything he wanted to hear as long as he didn't stop.

  "Yes," I said, barely able to breathe. My hands still wrapped tightly around his, holding him in place. "I would suck him again."

  I don't know how, but he sped up the pace even more. "Did you like it?" he asked, his own voice taking on a husky, breathless tone.

  "Yes," I replied. "I loved it. I loved the look on his face when he came. I loved sucking the cum out of him."

  I am honest enough to admit that saying those words brought another level of intensity to the situation. As my loving husband fingered me, I indeed remembered the look on Tony McBride's face when he shuddered and his hard, but unimpressive, cock shot a load of warm salty cum into the back of my mouth. I paused for a moment, swallowed, then sucked the tip, extracting the last bit from inside.

  Those two separate things, my loving husband and the memory of Tony McBride, made me cum so hard I forgot what day it was. I told myself that was the most powerful orgasm I could possibly experience. The future would prove me wrong.

  Mike relaxed his grip, keeping his fingers in place but realizing I was too sensitive for movement. I was so spent, I almost fell asleep. My arms relaxed and fell to my side and I took a deep breath. My head felt cloudy, a thousand miles away.

  But it didn't last.

  "Show me."

  I opened one eye and glanced at Mike. "Huh?"

  "Show me how you would suck Tony McBride." He reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair, his other hand still between my legs. He shifted around until we were in a 69 position, lying on our sides. He guided my head towards his cock, so hard it looked like it would split open. As he brought my mouth to the tip, he curled his fingers again and I was off to the races.

  I don't know what it is about being fucked that makes you want to be dirty, but he had flipped my slut switch. Suddenly I didn't need him coaxing me. I grabbed his balls in my right hand and used my left to pull his hand away. I twisted around, facing him again and turned him onto his back. I stroked his cock lightly, flicking my tongue across the tip.

  "I would lay him down," I said, "and tease him just a little." I increased the pressure with my hands, sliding up and down his shaft. He seemed ready to burst. "I'd let him think that this would take awhile, that I would drag it out." I stuck the tip in my mouth and went down just a fraction of an inch. I bobbed my head quickly, taking in just the head, and kept this up for thirty seconds or so.

  "But then," I raised my head and looked Mike right in the eyes, "I would devour him and see how fast I could make him cum."

  I suddenly sank my mouth all the way to the base of his cock, keeping it there as long as I could hold it before sliding back up. Long, deep strokes, sliding my tongue across the underside if him. I moaned and I felt him tense. Mike was completely quiet except for his short, fast breaths.

  I pulled away, continued to stroking him with my hand. I whispered, "Cum in my mouth. Please Tony, I need your cum inside me now." I saw the first trickle start to spill out. "Oh, yes. That's it." I licked that first drop away and sucked on the tip, begging for more. I reached down with my left hand to finger myself and I lowered my head again. I buried him in the back of my throat and kept it there, moaning while I rubbed my clit furiously. All while making sure Mike had a good view.

  I felt him tense again and when he grabbed my hair, I knew he couldn't hold back. I relaxed my hold, sliding my mouth closer to the top so I didn't choke when he inevitably thrust his hips. But the pulsing didn't come. Stubborn bastard. You're doing that on purpose.

  "Tony, please. Cum for me. I want to drink you up and then I'm going to go home and tell my husband how you fucked my mouth and turned me into a whore."

  That did it. Mike pulled my hair so hard I almost bit him. He sank my mouth around his cock and I could feel the contractions against my tongue. His cum was hot on the back of my
mouth. I kept my lips closed as I felt it slide back down his cock. I gathered the warm cum as I slid my mouth up his shaft. Once I reached the top, I swallowed it all in one gulp.

  "That," I said, wiping the corner of my mouth, "is how I would suck Tony McBride."

  The look on Mike's face was somewhere between reverence and the face of kid on Christmas morning. He didn't speak, just stared at me with a smile on his face. I stared back, wondering what he could be thinking. A moment later, he came back from whatever far off place he had traveled to. He got up from the bed and grabbed a pair of shorts. I sat there, watching him, wondering if I was missing something. After dressing, he reached over, grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. He kissed me hard, running his tongue deep inside my mouth. Then he pulled back and walked towards the door.

  "You should look up Tony McBride," he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

  Chapter Two

  I didn't know what to expect next. For the next few days, I kept waiting for Mike to bring it back up, or give me a strange look, or..something. But he didn't. Like he had forgot all about that night.

  What I did not expect, was to be thinking about Tony McBride. I hadn't thought of him in years. It has been ten years since our brief relationship, which consisted of making out in the backseat of his car a few times; the last culminating in the previously mentioned blowjob.

  But Tony was still fucking Missy Williams and that ended our brief relationship. A few months later, he left for college and I didn't see him again. But suddenly I wondered where he was, what he was doing, who he was with. He was a good looking guy in high school, a basketball and baseball player. But those types had a tendency to let themselves go after high school. He might be forty pounds overweight with premature balding by now. And married. He might be married.

  We were silent about it until the next weekend. Sitting in bed, Mike flipped through the channels while I browsed endless boring posts on Facebook.

  "Whatcha doin?" he asked, glancing at me.

  "Facebook," I mumbled, not bothering to look up.

  "Look up Tony McBride," he ordered, not even looking away from the television.

  My stomach jumped. That fucking search function had been tempting me all week, but I couldn't convince myself to look him up. Now Mike was asking me to; no, ordering me to.

  "I don't even know if he's on here," I replied, keeping my voice calm while my fingers flew as fast as they could across the screen of my phone. "He probably looks like a troll."

  It didn't take long to find a Tony McBride with mutual friends, so I clicked on the profile.

  Oh, dear Lord, he was beautiful. Tony had grown from a lean athletic guy to an Abercrombie model. My husband Mike is an attractive guy; just under six feet tall and built like a runner. He's a good looking man, but Tony McBride was something altogether different. I felt a tingle that started in my throat and stopped right on top of my clit. Honestly, all I wanted to do was shove my hand in my pants and rub out an orgasm that I felt waiting just beneath the surface.

  "Um, I think I found him."

  Mike looked over and reached out his hand for my phone. I handed it to him, a slight tremble in my hand. He studied the profile for a moment, did a quick scan of the "about" page, then handed the phone back to me.

  "Send him a friend request."

  I glanced at him. "Why would I do that?"

  "Well, if you're going to fuck him, you probably need to talk to him first."

  My mouth opened, but nothing came out for a minute. Finally I could speak again. "I'm not planning on fucking anybody, except you."

  He smirked, looking at me with knowing eyes before turning his attention back to the television. "Give it time," he said as he continued to flip through the channels. "Send him a friend request."

  "Yes sir," I replied with a bit of a pout in my voice. "Don't be so bossy." I didn't tell him that I had already sent it two minutes earlier.

  Chapter Three

  It took less than half an hour for Tony to accept my request and send me a message.

  "Holy shit, Tricia Miller, what in the world have you been up to?"

  I flipped the screen to the messages tab before it even stopped dinging. "He sent me a message," I called over to Mike.

  "What did he say?"

  I shrugged, "He just said hey, asked me what I was up to."

  "Tell him the truth. You're lying in bed and he crossed your mind. You wanted to say hi."

  "That's partly true," I pointed out. "You wanted me to say hi."

  Mike gave me a knowing glance, "Uh huh."

  I turned me attention to the phone, sending a reply. "I'm just lying here and you crossed my mind. Just wanted to see what you were up to."

  "Interesting," he replied. "If you're thinking about me at 11:00 at night, that's either really good or really bad."

  I looked over to Mike. "Do you want me to tell you what he said?"

  "Sure," he replied, "But write back whatever you want."

  I answered Tony, "Not bad." My stomach jumped in circles. I kept looking at Mike, expecting him to protest, but he didn't.

  Another reply. "So good then. I like that. I saw your photos, you look good."

  "You, too." I replied. "Where are you these days?"

  "Tulsa," he answered,”But I'm going to be back in the Des Moines area in a couple of weeks."

  I relayed his response to Mike, who still seemed unnaturally calm for what was taking place. "Ask him to meet you for coffee, catch up."

  My fingers trembled as I typed. Five minutes later I had a coffee date set. I wasn't entirely sure what to say next to Mike. I couldn't exactly tell him how horny I was right then. I opted not to speak at all. Instead, I swung over in front of Mike and pulled his cock out of his boxers. I took more time on this one, but I still swallowed every drop.

  Chapter Four

  As the day approached, I waited for Mike to tell me the joke was over; we had a good laugh, but no one was taking it seriously. But he remained silent and showed no interest in calling it off. In fact, his sexual intensity increased over the next two weeks. He pounded me harder and longer as the days counted down.

  I have to say, I liked it. The new level of aggressiveness was invigorated me as well and it made me more responsive. I had multiple orgasms nearly every time we fucked. Nothing was said about it, but I know the situation had shifted both of us into high gear.

  And then, suddenly, the coffee date was tomorrow. No one had canceled. Mike did not tell me to call it off and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to talk about it.

  "Mike, what are we really doing here?" I asked, looking at him across the table.

  "What do you mean?" he replied scooping up a bite of smoked salmon and rice.

  "Tomorrow," I said, trying not to be frustrated. "What am I supposed to be doing? Are you actually asking me to cheat on you?"

  "No," he replied simply. "Cheating implies you are doing something wrong. It implies you are betraying me, doing something behind my back. I'm asking you to obey me."

  Obey. As in, Love, Honor, and Obey. Three words I vowed to uphold until I die. What my husband called an act of obedience, felt to me like a betrayal in every way I could understand.

  "But what if you're mad at me after? It may not feel like betrayal to you now, but what if it does later? What am I supposed to do then?" My mind reeled with a thousand "what ifs" and it drove me crazy.

  "Look," he said, his voice softening as he leaned over the table and took my hand. "I love you and I don't ever want to hurt you. I'm not going to ask you to do anything you don't want to do. But I'm offering you an opportunity that very few women ever experience. You get to step out and explore. You get to enjoy the rush of a new sexual conquest; all those things that people seek out when they are cheating. The difference is, you get to do it with my blessing. Nothing will be done behind my back and I take full responsibility if something goes wrong."

  I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He meant what
he said and suddenly my mind raced, not with fears but with possibilities. I'm pretty sure I blushed because his eyes lit up and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.

  "So, the question is, do you want to?"

  God, yes I wanted to. At least, physically. I wanted the chance to explore Tony's perfect body. I wanted the heat of passion that would surely be part of the experience. I craved it like a drug addict. But did I want it emotionally? Could I handle the feelings that would overwhelm me driving home from the coffee date? Could I trust Mike to mean what he said?

  And that was the question that finally swayed me. I love my husband very much. But I trust him more. He seemed so confident in what he was doing; sitting across from me at our dinner table discussing whether I wanted to suck another man's cock.