This is a fictional continuation of the true story “Temptations of a Christian Wife.” I wanted to write an alternate ending to the story, exploring how I might have liked it to have continued if Danny had been able to stay, given that every sexual fantasy I had ever imagined involved surrendering complete control of my body to a man or a group of men, reducing me to merely an opening for their use and our mutual pleasure.
With that being said, enjoy stepping inside of the mind of an oversexed woman’s imagination.
Following the initial time Danny and I had sex, my visits to my husband’s workplace increased, and as a result, our mutual flirtation also grew between Danny and me, which happens when a man’s semen has been thrust into my body. Still, I was hesitant to encourage his infidelity towards his girlfriend, so I made an effort to keep the flirting to a minimum, but being in a state of constant arousal from our recent tryst, my moral judgement didn’t last but a few days. Only a week later, I arrived at the job site to discover my husband busy with a project. “I’m sorry, I won’t have time for lunch today, but I left something in the back for you; enjoy.”
I waited for an explanation of what it was, but when he gave no response, I walked to the back only to find Danny. “Well hello, sexy,” he stated before bringing me in for a hug. He then kissed me on the lips gently yet passionately, draining every ounce of determination to keep him loyal.
His hands grasped my ass, and his kiss persisted until he unfastened his belt, lowering his trousers to his knees before stepping back. Not another word was said as he sat on the chair only a foot away and waited with his rising cock in his hand. I didn’t understand the power he had over me as I knelt before him only to replace his hand with my own. Looking into his eyes, he barely nodded before I leaned over to take him into my mouth, sucking his cock as if it were the most natural thing to do.
“Fuck, there’s just something about having the lips of another man’s wife wrapped around my cock. You’re such a good cocksucker,” he said. Instead of feeling exploited or demeaned, I felt a sense of pride, making me double my efforts to have his sperm deposited into my belly.
Nearly fifteen minutes later, I walked back into the main area, where my husband, still concentrating on his task, asked, “Did you enjoy your lunch?”
“Yes, very much.” I simply said, surprised at how casual he acted knowing that I had just performed a sex act and taken his employee’s cum down my throat.
“Good, I’ll see you tonight. I love you,” he said as he winked and turned away to walk to another room, not giving me any chance to talk about what had just happened.
As I drove home with the taste of Danny’s semen on my tongue, the sensations of sucking my husband’s coworker off in the back room replayed in my mind. I had devoured his cock like a wanton slut until he fed me his giant load; he then had me show him the hickey that he had given my breast a week before. “My mark is disappearing, I see,” he told me before sucking the underside of my breast to give me a new mark for my husband to find while he played with my nipples. We kissed for a few more minutes before he told me, “I can’t wait to fuck your married pussy again.” He then snaked his hand into my pants and swiped his finger through my labia before taking it back out so he could smell my juices and lick them off.
“Married pussy is the best pussy. You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?” He asked. I could only nod in response to his words. “Don’t worry, some day soon, we’ll find a way to make it happen.” With a mischievous grin, he leaned in for another kiss before we parted.
The next day, “Your lunch is being kept warm in the back; you better hurry,” my husband said with a chuckle. Danny waited in the chair this time, his pants already at his ankles. Once more, I dropped to my knees and greedily sucked him until he emptied himself into my belly.
Two days later, my husband led me to the rear, but Danny was nowhere in sight. Mike pulled a blindfold from his pocket and suggested that I put it on. After I had done so, he had me lean over the table in the middle of the floor. Hubby and I hadn’t had sex in nearly a week, and the last two days with me swallowing another man’s cum made me incredibly aroused; therefore, I was anticipating that he would use the opportunity of being alone to take me right there. He lifted my skirt over my hips to my waist, lowered my panties to my knees, and then said, “Trust me.”
A minute passed before I felt a pair of unfamiliar hands massaging my ass. I started to lift myself but was instead held down so I was flat against the table. Nothing was spoken as the figure behind me inserted a finger into my wetness. I then heard a belt buckle being unfastened, followed by the sounds of clothing being removed. The man behind me then parted my folds and inserted his erect penis into my depths in a single, forceful thrust. The size of the cock certainly wasn’t as big as my husband’s, and I had only received Danny’s in my pussy once, so it left me unsure as to whose manhood was thrusting inside of me. All I knew was that it felt incredibly satisfying.
“Ooohhh,” I moaned as the man behind me started slamming into me. The sensation of filling and taking me so forcefully only heightened my arousal, making me eager for more. He was assertive and insistent as he held onto my hips for leverage while he lunged into me rapidly. I wasn’t sure how long I was fucked, but when he finally pulled out, his orgasm along with my own ran down my inner thighs. I felt his tongue lick the top of my ass where the separation starts as I heard him pulling his pants back up and then steps as he exited the room without even a voice of a thank you.
Thankfully, there was a towel next to me so I could clean up the surprisingly copious amount of the man’s deposit. A few minutes later I gingerly walked out and saw my husband at his desk. “Where’s Danny?” I asked, expecting him to be there with the grin of the Cheshire Cat on his face.
“He called out from work today. I’ll see you at home tonight, babe,” he said. “I have to take this call.” He then answered the phone that I didn’t hear ring and walked to another room.
Uncertain of what to say or do, I departed for home, contemplating whose sperm was seeping into my panties as I drove. When I arrived, I changed my clothes so I could feel fresh, and when I took my panties off, I was shocked at how much cum had oozed into the crotch. It must have been a long while since the man who fucked me had been able to release his dammed-up semen, making it even more of a mystery as to who had fucked me.
I couldn’t think straight, and all I wanted was more sex. Mike played it off that night and wouldn’t talk about it, so under protest, I let it go. I just wanted to know whose DNA was making my panties so damp.
The men were busy the rest of the week, so I wasn’t able to go for lunch, but for some reason that I can’t remember, I needed to pick my husband up from work on a Friday night when they were both working late. I didn’t expect any extra attention since I was only picking him up, so I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Danny on occasion would walk to work since he just lived a few miles away. “Kara,” my husband spoke, “I’m going to be at least another hour, and it’s starting to rain outside. Why don’t you give Danny a ride home so he doesn’t get soaked?”
Not sure of what I was getting myself into, I agreed. While I drove Danny, I realized that he was directing me to take the long way around so we could have some time together and talk. I still didn’t expect anything to happen since I knew that his girlfriend sometimes stayed over at his place for the night.
“Your husband is a lucky man,” he told me as he directed me to pull over in front of an empty lot.
“Why do you always say ‘your husband’ and not his name most of the time when we talk?” I asked him out of curiosity.
“That’s simple,” he started. “I have a thing for fucking married women, no matter whose wife it is. It just so happens that your husband,” he laughed, “is the first man who’s given me permission to fuck his wife, Kara. It doesn’t hurt any that I fucked my boss’s wife either,” he laughed.
“Does that bother you?” He asked as he reached over to put his hand on my leg. “The part about me fucking other men’s wives, I mean.” He then slid his hand up my skirt and didn’t stop until it was touching the wet spot between my legs that I hadn’t noticed was opened just enough to grant him access.
“Does it bother me? I guess since I’m the married woman you fucked, it doesn’t. Are you the person who bent me over the other day?” I asked, nervous about the answer, as I continued to wonder if I had allowed yet another man to penetrate me.
“I called in sick that day; besides, does it matter who fucked you? You love sex so much that you don’t really care who, do you?” I yelped as he slid a finger past my panties and into my soaking wet vagina.
“You were incredible during our first hookup, and I find your mouth very sexy,” he told me as he continued to move his finger inside of me. “I thought you didn’t like to swallow cum?”
Trying to unsuccessfully act indifferent and in control of my emotions, I simply said, “I don’t, or didn’t.”
I heard his phone ding with a message, and when he looked at it, he continued. “How turned on are you now?” He asked as he pulled his finger out to taste my nectar and to enjoy the fragrance of my arousal.
My body became flushed as I told him quietly, “I’m extremely turned on,” I admitted truthfully and a little too quickly. He then took his cock out and guided my head to him so my mouth was again sucking him. Danny then reached behind me and lifted my skirt to finger my wet pussy from behind while he forced his hips up so his cock was pushed into my throat, making me gag on multiple occasions.
“You want me to fuck your pussy again, don’t you, Kara? You want me to take your married cunt and ruin it, don’t you?” He said in excitement as he kept fucking into my mouth.
He then got another message. “Let’s go to my place,” he said as he released me so I could take him the rest of the way home. He knew that he could do anything to me at that moment with what he had just done to me and planned to.
“Let’s go in. Your husband won’t be done for another hour or so; we have time for some fun.” I never wanted to do anything without my husband, so I was understandably hesitant, but him forcing his cock into my throat had pumped up my sexual appetite, so I was easily convinced.
“Don’t worry, nothing will happen that you can’t say no to.”
He then mentioned, “Oh, and my roommate is here, but don’t worry, he’s cool and always watches out for me.”
“He’s here? I don’t really…”
“Don’t worry, it will be fine,” he told me as he helped me from my car and walked me into the front door. Sure enough, his roommate was sitting on the couch playing a video game. Then another guy entered from the kitchen with a drink.
“Hey Danny, I hope you don’t mind; I’m going to crash here tonight. Whoa, it looks like you brought dessert,” the person remarked when he saw me, making me feel quite uneasy. “Are you going to share?”
“Back off, man; we’re just going to my room for a little while before she has to get back to her husband,” Danny said, embarrassing me with his statement.
“Whoa, you’re banging a married woman? Damn, you’re the man. Please let me know if you need some help with her; she looks like a prime choice piece of ass,” he said before Danny turned to him. “Dude, uncool,” he told his friend.
The person turned to me, “I’m sorry, that was uncool. It’s been a while since I’ve been this close to a hot little thing like you,” he said, making me laugh.
Danny then took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Before he closed the door, I heard the guest say to the roommate, “Damn, I’d love to hit that. I hope she’s a screamer.”
“Danny, we can’t. Oh my god, you told him I’m married.”
He then brought me into his arms and kissed me. “They’re harmless,” he informed me before removing his shirt and lowering his pants along with his underwear, revealing his strikingly bare physique.
He saw that I was nervous, but that didn’t stop him. “We have plenty of time,” he told me as he started to remove my clothes with zero resistance on my part.
Danny then guided me to the center of the bed and, with enthusiasm, leaned forward between my legs to gently explore with his tongue, but not for long; he did it just enough so I was good and wet for his penetration.
“He was right, you do make a delicious dessert,” he said as he slid up my body, aiming his cock at my center. Danny then pressed his lips to mine, gently parting them with his tongue as his hips moved rhythmically. His hands caressed my breasts and ass before I ultimately felt the head of his engorged cock penetrate my core and enter my sex.
His cock felt so good that even though I knew his friends in the other room were listening to him defile another man’s wife, I couldn’t stop myself from begging for more.
“Fuck me; that feels so good. Keep fucking me.” His cock was hitting me just right, and I was about to have an orgasm when I heard the door open. Instead of being concerned that his friends might have just walked in, I came harder than I thought possible under the circumstances.
“Oh my god! YESSS, fuck me!” I looked him in the eyes and gushed all over his cock at that moment, wetting his bed beneath us.
“Holy fuck!” I heard one of the guys exclaim in astonishment. “I want some of that.”
The raw, primal pleasure of having sex with a man without my husband’s perceived approval, and the fact that another man, possibly two, had just watched as I rode out an intense orgasm short-circuited my senses. The thrill of being in such a taboo situation was powerful, awakening a fire within me that I thought only existed in my long-forgotten fantasies.
As my orgasm racked through my body, I opened my eyes to see Danny’s roommate standing at the door with his cock in his hand, stroking himself. Danny saw where I was looking and told him, “What the fuck. We’re busy here; can’t you take that somewhere else?” Danny continued his assault on my pussy, but his roommate kept watching.
As my eyes stared at the other man’s cock, he said, “She wants it, Danny; let’s give it to her.”
“I’m all in.” I heard another guy say as the man who invited himself to stay over walked in.
Danny had previously shared stories of his time overseas and had told us of situations where he had been in similar scenarios with other women. “What do you think?” he asked while continuing to push into me, making my logical decision capabilities less than stellar. “Want to make this a night to remember?”
My mind, in its current state, and my body, which had just experienced an intense wave of orgasms, left me with little motivation to refuse. Consequently, Danny withdrew his thoroughly wet cock, repositioned me on my hands and knees, and re-entered me from behind while I faced the other two men.
Not thinking that this couldn’t have been what my husband wanted or expected, but reacting to the moment, I reached for Danny’s roommate, who had confidently taken his pants off and knelt beside me as he removed his shirt.
A moment later, he guided my mouth to his erection and began to gently thrust while Danny penetrated me from behind. “That’s it, suck my cock,” he said as I moaned.
“Damn, Danny, where did you come across this woman?” the other man inquired as he approached. I heard more clothes being tossed and soon felt a tongue touching my nipples from below. The visitor had positioned himself beneath my swinging breasts and was sucking them as I experienced a multitude of sensations, all of which were entirely new. The severity of the arousal I felt was overwhelming, as the sensation of being pleasured from both ends heightened my pleasure to new levels. In the midst of the experiences, I completely lost myself.
“Can I have some of that too? I want to feel what married pussy feels like,” the roommate asked as I continued to suck him.
Pulling out of my pussy, leaving me disoriented and empty, Danny came around and shoved his wet cock into my mouth. “Lick your pussy off, Kara.” As I proceeded, I sensed his roommate kneeling behind me and, without hesitation, thrust his manhood fully into my exposed pussy. “Oh fuck yes, she’s tight as a virgin,” he said as he grasped my hips and started using me as his fuck toy.
As the man beneath me freed himself from my hanging tits, the room echoed with the noises of my mouth sucking and skin-to-skin slapping. “Whoa, girl, you’re going to make me bust too soon if you keep that up,” Danny said suddenly as he withdrew. Suddenly, his cock was replaced with a much larger one. “Here you go, slut, suck mine for a while before I stretch your cunt.” His vulgarity was not lost on me, and frankly, I was uncertain how to take it. But I was in no position or mental capacity to say anything as the intense pleasure escalated.
My jaw was becoming strained due to the size of the visitor, and at that moment, Bobby, who was fucking me, had to withdraw. “Holy fuck, she almost got me there,” he laughed. “You’re up, donkey dick,” he said as the person in my mouth pulled out.
“I hope you boys stretched her out enough; I’m going in,” he said.
I appreciated Danny’s intervention: “Be gentle with her; she’s inexperienced in this stuff, and she is the wife of my boss. If you mess this up, I’ll never share again.”
“Holy shit, dude! We’re banging your boss’s wife? That’s awesome,” the visitor said.
“In that case, my slutty new friend, I’ll let you do the honors.” He then lay between my legs and sucked on my tits before turning me over so I was on top of him as the other guys watched and rested. His hands caressed my ass and back as I felt him line his cock up between my legs. “All you have to do is move down, and you’ll be fucking me.”
Unable to refuse my body’s impulses, I moved until I felt the tip of his penis press against my outer lips. When I become aroused, my vagina becomes significantly engorged with blood, as do most women’s, making it difficult for even a small penis to penetrate me. The new cock knocking at my entrance was much bigger and daunting, but I was determined to have it.
As I pushed, the man held onto my hips. “You can do it, slut; take my cock into your married cunt,” he insisted as his hips started thrusting upwards while he pushed my hips the opposite direction until my hole finally yielded to his pressure. His cock penetrated my pussy centimeter by centimeter, stretching my depths.
“Oh my god,” I said as I lifted myself up onto my arms. “It’s so big, I can’t take it,” I said as I closed my eyes and pushed back so another inch penetrated me.
“You can do it; just slide down. Your pussy is plenty wet enough.” He then released my hips and pushed my chest so I was sitting upright, making my body weight fall onto his invading cock. The sensation of being filled so completely overwhelmed me, and I let out a moan of pleasure as I began to move my hips in rhythm as he guided my body.
“Fuck,” was all I could say as he started sliding my hips back and forth, stirring his pole inside of me, slowly at first so I could get used to his size, then hard and fast. Suddenly, I found myself involuntarily releasing bodily fluids onto his hips as I cried out in the heat of the moment. “That’s it, slut, squirt all over me. I knew you had it in you,” I heard him say.
Then, the roommate presented himself before me, and I willingly took him into my mouth. After a very short time, I felt something cold drip onto my back and down the separation of my ass, sending a chill down my spine as Danny guided me onto his friend’s chest.
I was so hyper-aroused that I didn’t understand what was about to happen as I felt Danny’s cock sliding up and down my butt while the stranger slowed his thrusts. He was fully embedded inside of me when I heard Danny’s voice.
“Don’t move.”
I froze, feeling a mix of fear and nervous anticipation as I felt Danny’s cock push against my tight asshole.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“Ever been ‘airtight’?” The man beneath me asked. “You’re about to be,” he said as I felt the head of Danny’s cock push past the initial ring of my anus. “Oh my god,” I said as I started to panic.
“You can do it,” the stranger beneath me whispered as he held my buttocks apart and remained still.
Not knowing or understanding exactly what was happening, I lay there. While the cock inside my pussy was giving me immense pleasure, Danny’s cock in my ass was very uncomfortable. “Relax, Kara. Once we get going, you’ll thoroughly enjoy it. Do you want us to stop?” He asked surprisingly, considering that we were all incredibly engaged.
“We know you want everything we can give you; just say the word.”
As Danny bottomed out in my anus, I realized just how thoroughly the relentless, dark fantasies that had been hidden away had surged to the surface.
“Fuck me, fuck me like a slut,” I screamed louder than intended. I then reached around and tried to grip Danny’s hips to pull him in. “Fuck me!” I yelled again as if I were possessed. That’s when he started thrusting his cock into my ass while, at the same time, I sucked the roommate into my throat.
“Fuck yeah, she wants it bad; I want the slut’s ass next!” They stated as they synchronized their actions in sawing into the slut they regarded me as, which was something I had always fantasized about becoming.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I was ravenous and incoherent in my moans of lust, as were the men. The roommate fucked me in the ass next, but when the stranger suggested I take his, I told him no way; instead, I remained on his cock with my pussy stretched around his shaft while I sucked the others until they both sprayed their cum all over my tits and neck, giving me a pearl necklace to remember.
The visitor was next; he maneuvered me onto my back, then proceeded to fuck my pussy with an intense aggression until he forced himself to pull out so he could add to the semen on my chest and neck. He took immense pride in using the head of his softening cock to rub his cum into the areolae of my nipples, saying, “If you ever want to ditch Danny here, just let me know; I have room in my bed for a woman like you.”
As I lay there, completely drenched in my juices and sweat, with their bodily fluids drying on my skin, I looked at the clock. I was stunned that I had only walked into the house, not even an hour prior. How could I, as a woman of the church, allow this type of debauchery so easily and so quickly?
Danny stepped into the shower with me to rinse off the filth of the night and used a washcloth to wash his friends from my body. “I’m sorry if we went too far with you tonight, Kara. You make guys crazy around you,” he said as he attempted an apology. He then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me while the water cascaded down both of our bodies. “I told them that they need to stay out this time.”
This time? I thought to myself as I sensed his stirring intensify between us while his hands caressed my buttocks. I initially intended to get dressed and get out, but after we dried off, Danny guided me back to his bed and, while kissing me gently, pressed his erect penis against my reddened and swollen vagina and entered me. I screamed in the heat of passion as he once again fucked me, my legs drawing him closer while my arms encircled his back.
“Fuck me, Danny,” I kept saying as I felt the head of his cock touching the insides of my pussy. With each thrust, he came closer to his orgasm. “Cum inside of me” was the last thing I said as he arched his back and thrust his hips into me as hard as he could and moaned as his sperm soiled the married woman’s pussy that he craved so badly.
After we finished, I dressed, and as I did, I told him, “We can never tell my husband what happened here tonight. I’m sure he knows about you and me, but he wouldn’t understand your friends, do you understand?” I asked in desperation.
“You have nothing to worry about; I won’t say anything, and I can guarantee that the guys won’t either.” We kissed one last time before I walked out the door. The friends were nowhere to be found, and I felt miserable as I picked my husband up, hoping he wouldn’t mention the time.
“How did it go?” he asked as he jumped into the car. “Mmm, smells like you took a shower. Did things get that dirty?” He asked. I was mortified and never more nervous as I asked him, “Do you really want to know? Or should I just use it as a fantasy for when you make love to me?”
Relief hit me as he said, “You’re right, it can be something to keep me guessing for years. Just feed me a little at a time if you don’t mind.”
That night, I begged my husband to make love to me, not fuck me. I needed to be in his arms to give me a sense of security. That night opened my eyes to what I thought were my dark desires, and I needed to be sure that they stayed hidden, especially from my husband.
That’s the end of this fantasy. I sincerely hope you enjoyed getting a glimpse into the mind of a lust-driven woman who genuinely thought her sexual vices and desires would propel her to the point of no return; fortunately, I was right.
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Back to reality.
This is the last of my pre-“hotwife” stories of me being sexually shared. As I might have mentioned before, my husband shared me with four men, one of whom was forgettable and therefore not worthy of these pages. Believing that being a shared wife was too taboo and morally unacceptable to continue, I was determined to be the good, proper wife that society said I should be. Several years passed, and my sex life with my husband remained strong, as did our marriage, despite a few detours into the wife-sharing fantasy realm and memories of past escapades and fantasies along the way.
So, what made me ignore society’s view of what my morals should be and accept being a “hotwife”? It was just one silly, not-so-innocent comment from a coworker.
“I would love to see the insides of your jeans.” Let the hotwifing journey begin.
Kisses, Hotwife Kara Sweet
