How I Became A Hotwife For The First Time

Ana Yates in Black Bra

When I was first married I thought that I would only ever want my husband, I didn’t dream that I would become a hotwife. I was so naïve! So here’s what happened that first night when everything changed and my eyes were opened to a whole new world of cuckolding and other sexual delights.

How My Hotwife Journey Began…

We were out at a party on a beach in the middle of summer. Everyone had made a big fire and we were huddled around it just chatting. There were maybe about 10 or 12 people there. The beer was flowing and the conversation started getting sexual. People started revealing some naughty facts about themselves, or short stories of sexual encounters that had made a permanent impression on their minds.

There was a couple next to myself and my husband that I had seen at some gatherings with this friend group, but I didn’t know them very well. Let’s say they were called Mike & Kelly. Well Kelly started talking about how much Mike was looking at my tits that night, making fun of him and commenting on how great they looked…it was a little embarrassing as a mid-twenties girl especially since Mike was maybe about 42 at the time, but I must admit I felt very aroused at the idea of him taking an interest in my body. He was an attractive man and I have always had a thing for older men.

Over the next 30 mins, once the subject of my tits had been dropped, I kept catching Mike’s eye. He just gave me a warm smile and looked away confidently as if he knew something was about to happen. It felt so wrong to be exchanging glances with my husband’s arm around me on the other side. When I turned back from glancing at Mike for the millionth time, my husband said something to me that altered our marriage forever. “Why don’t you let Mike have a better look at your tits, babe?” he whispered with a grin, digging his fingers into my waist more. I couldn’t believe it but at the same time, with the way I was already so intensely turned on by the thought, I decided not to argue and see if I could catch Mike alone…maybe just let him have a little feel of the breasts he had been drooling at all night. Oh my god…Am I one of those slutty hotwives you hear about?

I Mean…Who Can Blame Him?

Shortly after my husband gave me the green light to get a little physical with another man, I saw Mike head down to the shore to grab a cold beer from the water. The light of the fire was barely reaching the shore, only enough to see a faint outline of anyone down there. Perfect! This was my chance to just get a little closer to him. I stood up and left the blanket with my husband. I am not afraid of the outdoors but let me tell you…I like to dress a little slutty for parties and this one was no exception. I had a black wrap around top on, the kind that plunges all the way to the base of my cleavage. It was cold but I didn’t want to put anything on to cover myself, quite the opposite.

The Moment I Touched Another Man…

I reached the shoreline, shivering with erect nipples poking through my thin black top. I smiled at Mike and leaned over to get a beer, making sure to display my chest even more as I bent over in front of him. I looked up at him with my big blue eyes as I stood up. I felt my clit start to throb a little just from being close to him, the thought of being with someone that wasn’t my husband…in fact he was someone else’s husband! I was so nervous but somehow I confidently said something like “So if you don’t think Kelly would mind…I don’t mind if you want a little feel”. Mike gave me a wise smile and leaned forward til his cheek was against mine. “Oh I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, even if I did a lot, lot more to you. In fact, you look like you could do with a little more experience.” I was a bit taken aback by this, I considered myself quite open and sexually adventurous, just not with anyone that wasn’t my current partner. Never the less, I was intrigued and my mind started thinking of what it would be like to feel this strong, athletic, older man against my body.

He pulled away and began to run a finger down my chest, my whole body trembled and I instinctively looked around to check if anyone was looking. The whole group was busy talking around the fire except for one who was looking right at me. My husband. The fact he was watching me made my knees weak and my heart beat faster. Mike cupped his hand under my breast and began to squeeze gently. Without any more hesitation I just leaned forward and kissed him, his rough stubble brushing against my soft face, his other hand quickly grabbing me by the waist. I didn’t know if my husband was ok with this but by this point my head was spinning and I had no control over my actions. My hands began grabbing at Mike, slipping a finger under the waistband of his jeans and pulling him closer. I could feel his cock swollen and hard already, and it just made me weaker to his advances.

The group were now singing along to some awful 90’s anthems and had cracked open a bottle of vodka, they weren’t even paying attention to us. Not even Kelly seemed to be wondering where her husband was. Mike’s hands were skilfully running over me, making me tingle and get wetter by the second. I found myself unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. To this day I still don’t know how I had the guts to do such a thing, I was usually so respectful of other people’s partner’s and now there I was, dropping to my knees ready to suck his dick!

As I pulled his throbbing cock out of his boxers I could see my husband walking towards the shore. Fuck!! He’s going to be mad…this isn’t what he said I could do! He only said to let Mike have a feel. Realising my time was up I thought I would quickly seize the moment and at least get a quick taste….

Part 2 coming soon!

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