Looking back, that night five years ago marked the electrifying spark that ignited our journey into hotwifing. A world of shared desires, jealous thrills, and unquenchable lust that has defined our marriage ever since. Kevin and I, Moira, were still in that honeymoon phase of experimentation, dipping our toes into fantasies we’d whispered about in the dark. Nothing had crossed into reality until Jake unwittingly became our catalyst.
I was a vision of fiery temptation. A curvaceous redhead with porcelain skin that glowed under the soft light, full breasts that heaved with every breath, straining against my tight tops like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. My narrow waist flared into wide hips that swayed hypnotically, and my ass was a plush, jiggling masterpiece that could make any man forget his name. Its soft flesh warm and yielding to the touch. Kevin, my devoted husband, had always harbored a secret kink for watching me with others. We’d never acted on it. That barbecue changed everything, turning a casual gathering into the origin story of our hotwife adventures.
The backyard barbecue at our suburban home was in full swing early that evening, the air alive with laughter, the sizzle of burgers on the grill, and the clink of beer bottles. Guests milled about. I couldn’t help overhearing Kevin’s old college buddy, Jake, holding court near the fire pit. Tall and muscular, with a cocky grin and a deep, rumbling voice that carried over the chatter, Jake was boasting to a small group about his sexual prowess. “You know, I can make any woman squirt,” he declared, his words slicing through the cooling air like a challenge. “It’s all about technique. Hit that spot just right, and boom. Fountains everywhere. I’ve got the magic touch.” His laughter boomed, laced with arrogance, and I felt a forbidden tingle between my thighs, my pussy clenching at the audacity. I held back, playing the gracious hostess. The idea simmered in my mind as the party wore on.
Hours later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the other guests. Friends and neighbors. Trickled out, leaving just Kevin, Jake, and me lounging around the dying embers of the fire pit with the last of the beers, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows that danced across our faces. The scent of charred wood smoke mingled with the faint hoppy bitterness of our drinks, and the night air had turned warm and heavy with unspoken tension. That’s when I decided to pounce. Sipping my citrusy cocktail, its tangy bite lingering on my tongue, I raised an eyebrow at Jake. My skimpy sundress hugged my ample curves like a second skin, riding up just enough to tease the bottom of my round ass cheeks, the fabric whispering against my thighs with every shift, and my braless tits bounced slightly, nipples hardening into stiff peaks that poked insistently through the thin material, sensitive to the evening breeze.
“Any woman? Come on, Jake. Some women just aren’t built to do that. It’s not like every pussy is wired the same way,” I retorted, my voice a sultry lilt, challenging him directly now that we were alone. I leaned forward slightly, letting my cleavage spill a bit more, just to watch his eyes dip.
Jake laughed, shaking his head insistently, the sound deep and resonant. “Nah, that’s a myth. It’s true for anyone if you know what you’re doing. I’ve proven it time and again,” he insisted, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory gleam, the firelight reflecting in his pupils. “You doubting me, Moira? Sounds like someone’s curious.”
Kevin, sensing the spark of tension and opportunity, grinned at me. His cock stirred in his pants at the thought of where this could go, a warm, insistent pressure building against the rough denim. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you let him prove it, Moira? Put your money where your mouth is,” he dared, his tone laced with excitement, the words vibrating with the low hum of his arousal. This was it. Our first real step into the fantasy we’d toyed with. “Come on, babe, don’t chicken out now. Imagine if he actually pulls it off…”
My green eyes widened, flicking between Jake and my husband, my pulse quickening as a flush crept up my neck, warming my skin. My pussy tingled at the idea, a subtle ache blooming between my thighs. I played coy, crossing my legs to tease the hem of my dress higher. “You serious, Kevin? I doubt you’d be okay with your buddy trying to make me squirt. That’s crossing a line, isn’t it? Or are you just hoping to see me all wet and begging?” I shot back, my lips curling into a playful smirk.
Kevin leaned forward, his voice low and encouraging, egging me on with that familiar hungry look, his own musky scent sharpening as sweat beaded on his brow. “Come on, babe. We’ve talked about this kind of thing. It’ll be hot. Let him try; If he’s as good as he says. And hey, if he fails, we can laugh about it later.”
Jake smirked, jumping in, his voice gravelly with confidence. “Alright, let’s make a bet. I bet I can make you squirt, Moira. If I do, you let me cum right inside that sweet pussy of yours,” he proposed, the words hanging in the air like a promise, his gaze tracing the curve of my breasts. “What do you say? Afraid I’ll ruin you for Kevin here?”
My breath caught, a rush of wetness soaking my panties as I considered it, the fabric clinging damply to my swollen folds. I glanced at Kevin again, seeing the bulge in his jeans and the way he nodded eagerly, his fingers twitching with restrained desire. Fine, I’d up the ante. “Deal. But if you want this to happen, Kevin, you have to lick me clean afterward. Every drop of his cum from my messy, cum-filled pussy,” I added, my voice dripping with challenge, the idea sending a shiver down my spine, my nipples tightening further against the dress. “Think you can handle tasting your buddy’s load, hubby? Or is that too much for you?”
Kevin’s cock throbbed harder, the humiliation kink kicking in like a jolt of electricity, his mouth going dry with anticipation. “You’re on,” he rasped, his eyes dark with lust.
Jake’s eyes gleamed with triumph as we moved inside to the dimly lit living room, the summer night warm and heavy with anticipation, the air inside cooler but quickly thickening with the heady mix of our scents. Sweat, arousal, and the faint floral perfume I wore. I led the way, peeling off my sundress as I walked, the fabric sliding silkily over my skin with a soft rustle, revealing my naked body. No bra, just a tiny black thong that barely covered my shaved pussy, the lace scratching teasingly against my sensitive lips. My breasts were magnificent, heavy D-cups with pink nipples erect and begging for attention, the skin pebbled with goosebumps from the sudden exposure. I turned to face Jake, my red hair cascading over my shoulders like flames, soft and tickling against my back.
“Let’s see this magic touch,” I taunted, hooking my thumbs into my thong and sliding it down my legs, the wet fabric peeling away with a sticky sound, leaving a trail of my arousal glistening on my inner thighs. My pussy was already glistening, lips puffy and pink, clit peeking out from its hood, throbbing with need, the musky scent of my wetness filling the room. “But don’t get too cocky yet, Jake. You might end up eating your words instead of me.”
Jake stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with coarse hair that rasped under his fingers, then dropped his pants with a metallic jingle of his belt. His cock sprang free. Thick, veined, at least eight inches, with a slight upward curve that promised to hit all the right spots, the skin hot and velvety, pre-cum beading at the tip like a salty pearl. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight, the heavy weight of it bobbing slightly as he moved. “Well, look at you stripping like you’re already confident you’re getting your reward,” I commented, my voice husky with amusement and desire, my eyes locked on his impressive length. “That thing looks ready to burst. You really think you can back up all that talk?”
Jake grinned wider, stepping closer, his cock twitching under my gaze. “Oh, I am confident. No doubt about it. I’m gonna make you squirt like a fountain, and then claim that pussy,” he confirmed, his tone dripping with certainty, the words sending a fresh wave of heat to my core. “And from the way you’re staring, Moira, I bet you’re already imagining how good it’ll feel. Admit it. You want this bad boy inside you.”
In my mind, I thought, *Damn, with a cock like that, I might just let him fuck me regardless.* The veiny shaft looked so inviting, thick enough to stretch me perfectly, and I imagined how it would feel sliding in, filling me completely. I kept that to myself, biting my lip as Kevin sat on the couch, palming his own erection through his jeans, the rough fabric chafing deliciously against his hardening length, watching intently as his heart pounded in his ears. “Keep dreaming, Jake,” I teased aloud, though my voice wavered with need. “You’ve got to earn it first.”
I lay back on the plush rug, spreading my legs wide, the fibers soft and prickly against my bare skin. My curvaceous body was on full display, thighs thick and inviting, quivering slightly, my ass lifting slightly as I arched my back, the cool air kissing my exposed pussy and making me shiver. Jake knelt between my legs, his knees sinking into the rug, his hands roaming my body first. Squeezing my tits with firm, calloused palms, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through me, pinching my nipples until they ached deliciously, drawing out a sharp gasp that echoed in the quiet room.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned down to suck on one nipple, his tongue rough and wet, swirling around the peak with a suction that made my toes curl, the faint stubble on his chin scraping erotically against my soft breast. “These tits are perfect. Bet Kevin loves watching them bounce.” His fingers trailed down my stomach, leaving a trail of heat, to my slick folds, the air now saturated with my tangy arousal.
He parted my pussy lips with thick fingers, exposing my wet entrance, the cool air contrasting with the burning heat of my core, and slid two fingers inside me slowly, the intrusion slick and stretching, my walls clenching around him like hot velvet. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily, the sound wet and obscene as my juices coated his digits. “Feel that? You’re already soaking for me,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “Gonna make this pussy sing.”
“Mmm, that’s a start. But you’re gonna have to do better to make me squirt,” I moaned, my voice breathy, the words tasting of my lingering drink. “All talk so far, big boy.”
Jake chuckled, the vibration rumbling through me as he curled his fingers upward, searching for that spongy G-spot, finding it and rubbing in firm, come-hither motions that sent electric sparks up my spine, while his thumb circled my clit, the pad rough against the slick, swollen nub. “Just you wait, Moira. I’m gonna have you begging.” My breaths came faster, ragged and loud, my big tits heaving with each inhale, the skin slick with a sheen of sweat that tasted salty on my lips when I licked them. Kevin unzipped his pants, stroking his cock as he watched my face contort in ecstasy, the slick sounds of his hand on his shaft joining the symphony. “Look at her, Kev. She’s loving it already,” Jake taunted over his shoulder.
He worked me expertly, his fingers pumping in and out with a steady rhythm, the pressure building like a coiled spring in my belly. “Oh fuck… yes, right there,” I whimpered, my body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Don’t stop… make me cum, you cocky bastard.” Suddenly, I shattered, my pussy spasming around his fingers in a powerful orgasm, juices flowing but no squirt. Just a deep, shuddering release that left me gasping, my muscles clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses. I came hard, stars bursting behind my eyelids. As I came down, I couldn’t resist mocking him. “See? Told you not every woman squirts. So much for that confidence,” I teased, my voice breathless but laced with triumph, my body still humming from the climax. “Looks like you’ll have to settle for a participation trophy. Better luck next time.”
Jake pulled his fingers out briefly, licking them clean with a satisfied smack, tasting my tangy essence. “Oh, sweetheart, that was just warming you up. We’re not done yet,” he said with a wicked grin, diving back in without missing a beat. “You think that’s all I’ve got? Nah, I’m gonna flood this room with you.” He added a third finger this time, stretching my tight pussy further, the burn exquisite and reigniting the fire instantly. He pumped them in and out with increasing speed while pressing harder on my G-spot, my juices squelching loudly, dripping down to my ass crack. “Feel that stretch? That’s just a preview of what’s coming,” he growled. “Oh god, yes… right there,” I whimpered again, my hands gripping the rug, nails digging into the fibers, the scent of my arousal now overpowering, thick and intoxicating. “Admit it. You’re already closer than before,” he pressed, his free hand pinching my nipple again.
He leaned down, his hot breath fanning my pussy before his tongue flicked my clit, rough and insistent, the taste of my tangy sweetness exploding on his tongue as he finger-fucked me relentlessly. “Taste so fucking good. Gonna make you gush all over my face,” he murmured between licks. My body tensed anew, my legs shaking uncontrollably, muscles quivering like taut strings, the pressure building like a storm. Deeper this time, more insistent. “Fuck, Jake… I’m close… don’t stop!” I cried, my voice breaking, sweat trickling down my temples. “That’s it, beg for it,” he teased, his fingers relentless.
Kevin leaned forward, his cock leaking pre-cum that felt sticky and warm on his fingers. “Make her squirt, man. Flood the floor,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “She’s loving every second. Look at her squirm.”
Jake intensified his efforts, his fingers pistoning faster with a wet slap, thumb rubbing my clit in tight, frantic circles that made my vision blur. “Come on, Moira. Let go. Show us what that hotwife pussy can do.” My moans turned to cries, high-pitched and desperate, my pussy clenching around his digits like a vice, the heat coiling tighter. Suddenly, I arched off the rug, my back bowing painfully, a guttural scream ripping from my throat as a gush of clear fluid squirted from my pussy, hot and forceful, soaking Jake’s hand and arm with a splattering sound, drenching the rug in a warm puddle that smelled faintly of my essence.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Jake exclaimed triumphantly, his voice muffled as he didn’t stop, another wave crashing over me, squirting again in powerful jets that splashed against his chest, my body convulsing in orgasm, every nerve ending firing with white-hot intensity. “Told you. Fountains everywhere!”
I collapsed, panting heavily, my chest rising and falling rapidly, pussy twitching with aftershocks, the air cool on my soaked skin. “Holy shit… You weren’t kidding,” I gasped, tasting salt on my lips from biting them. “Okay, you win… now give me that cock.”
Jake grinned, pulling his fingers out with a slick pop, slick with my cum, the strands connecting them glistening. “Bet’s a bet, Kev. Now for my reward. You ready for this, Moira? Gonna fill you up good.”
He positioned himself between my legs, his thick cockhead pressing against my soaked entrance, hot and insistent, the vein pulsing against my sensitive lips. I looked at Kevin, my eyes hazy with lust, pupils blown wide. “You ready to watch him fill me up, baby?” I purred, my voice raw. “Bet you’re jealous already.”
Kevin nodded, stroking faster, the friction burning pleasurably. “Do it. Fuck my wife,” he groaned, his eyes glued to the scene.
Jake thrust in deep, bottoming out in one stroke, the stretch burning deliciously as my pussy engulfed him, walls rippling around his girth like molten silk. “Oh fuck, she’s tight,” he groaned, the sound guttural, starting to pound me hard, each thrust slapping skin on skin with a wet smack. “Take it, Moira. Feel how much better this is?”
My tits bounced wildly with each thrust, heavy and jiggling, nipples grazing the air, my red hair splayed out like a halo, sticking to my sweat-dampened forehead. I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper, the muscles flexing under my touch. “Harder! Fuck me like you mean it!” I demanded, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails that stung. “Show Kevin how a real man does it.”
Jake obliged, slamming into me with bruising force, his balls slapping against my ass in rhythmic thuds, the room reeking of sex. Sweat-slicked skin, pungent arousal, the salty tang of pre-cum. “Your wife’s pussy is heaven, Kev. Gripping me like she never wants to let go,” he taunted, grinning over at my husband. Kevin watched every detail: the way Jake’s cock glistened with my squirt, slick and shiny, how my pussy lips clung to him on each withdrawal, stretching outward before snapping back. “She’s creaming all over me. Bet she’s never been this wet for you.”
“I’m gonna cum,” Jake grunted after several minutes of relentless fucking, his breaths labored, sweat dripping from his brow onto my tits. “Gonna fill this hotwife pussy.”
“Do it,” I begged, my voice a whine. “Cum inside me! Mark me as yours for the night.”
With a roar that vibrated through my bones, Jake buried himself deep, his cock pulsing wildly as rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot into me, the warmth flooding my core like liquid fire, some leaking out around his shaft in creamy rivulets that trickled down my ass, warm and sticky against my skin, the excess pooling beneath me on the rug.
He pulled out slowly, his cock slick and spent, leaving a void that made me whimper, the air cooling the mess as his cum continued to ooze out in slow, viscous dribbles. My pussy gaped slightly, swollen lips parted and glistening, the creampie a mesmerizing sight. White and thick, mixed with my own clear juices, forming creamy strands that clung to my folds. The scent was sharp and heady, a potent blend of our combined essences filling the room like an aphrodisiac.
Kevin hesitated now, his face flushing with a mix of arousal and uncertainty, staring at the glistening mess between my legs, his cock still rock-hard and leaking pre-cum down his shaft. “I… uh, maybe we can skip that part,” he muttered, his voice shaky, eyes wide as he took in the sheer volume of Jake’s load seeping from me, his resolve wavering in the humid afterglow of our debauchery.
I propped myself up on my elbows, my heavy breasts heaving with each breath, nipples still erect and sensitive from the earlier attention, and fixed him with a teasing glare, my green eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. “Oh no, baby. A bet’s a bet. You agreed to this. Now get down here and clean me up. Don’t tell me you’re backing out after watching me get fucked like that? Look at this mess Jake left. It’s practically overflowing. You wouldn’t want it to go to waste, would you?” I purred, reaching down to spread my pussy lips wider, pushing out another thick glob of cum that slid down my ass crack, warm and slick, emphasizing the creamy chaos.
Jake burst out laughing, slapping Kevin on the back with a meaty hand, his chuckles deep and mocking, his own cock still semi-hard and glistening. “Yeah, man, a bet’s a bet! Can’t believe you’re about to taste my baby batter. That’s some next-level shit. Eat up, buddy! Lick it all out and tell us how it tastes. Bet it’s the creamiest thing you’ve ever had.”
Cajoled by our insistence and his own lingering horniness. The way his cock bobbed with each heartbeat betraying his excitement. Kevin knelt between my legs, his knees sinking into the damp rug, his face inches from my cum-filled cunt. The heat radiated off it like a furnace, the smell intoxicating and overpowering, a heady cocktail of Jake’s salty, musky seed mingled with my sweet, tangy musk, making his head spin. He hesitated one last moment, his breath fanning my sensitive skin, sending shivers up my spine, before whispering, “My turn, I guess,” his voice trembling, yet underneath, a hint of desire was discernible.
I spread my legs even wider, my thighs quivering from the aftershocks, and pushed another glob of cum out with a deliberate clench of my muscles, the warm ooze sliding down like molten cream. “Clean me up, cuck. Lick his cum from my pussy,” I commanded, my tone dominant and sultry, threading my fingers into his hair for leverage. “Taste what a real load feels like. Bet it’s thicker and saltier than yours. Go on, dive in… show us how much you want it.”
Kevin dove in tentatively at first, his tongue lapping at my outer folds with broad, flat strokes, the initial contact sending electric jolts through me as he gathered the first salty, bitter mix of Jake’s seed and my tangy sweetness. It exploded on his taste buds like a forbidden cocktail. Creamy, viscous, with a musky undertone that was unexpectedly addictive, the texture slick and warm as it coated his tongue. To his surprise, it wasn’t repulsive. It was intoxicating, a taboo elixir that made his cock twitch harder, throbbing painfully in his grip. He moaned softly against me, the vibration humming through my core, as he delved deeper, sucking gently on my swollen lips to draw out more of the mess.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” I gasped, grinding against his face, my juices and the remnants of cum smearing across his cheeks and chin, leaving him glistening and marked. My hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, guiding his tongue. “Deeper, baby. Scoop it all out. You love it, don’t you? I can feel you getting into it.”
Jake watched intently, stroking his softening cock lazily, the skin still hypersensitive from his release. “That’s hot as fuck. Eat it all, Kev. Savor that baby batter,” he encouraged, his voice low and amused, leaning in closer to get a better view. “Look at him go. Didn’t think you’d be such a natural, man.” As Kevin’s enthusiasm grew, his moans turning to hungry groans, he wrapped his free hand around his own throbbing cock, stroking frantically in time with his licks. The dual sensations. The humiliation of cleaning his wife’s freshly fucked pussy, the creamy taste flooding his mouth. Pushed him over the edge. His body tensed, muscles quivering, and suddenly he came hard in his hand, ropes of his own hot cum splattering the rug in forceful spurts as he shuddered through his orgasm, never stopping his eager licking, his tongue now plunging inside me to chase every last drop.
Jake laughed again, eyeing the scene with glee, his grin widening at Kevin’s explosive release. “Damn, Kev, you really seem to love my spunk. Cumming just from tasting it? Look at you shooting your load all over the floor like a teenager. Next time, maybe you should get it direct from the source. Open wide for me, buddy. What do you say? I could feed it to you straight from the tap while Moira watches.”
Kevin didn’t respond verbally, too lost in the moment. His continued fervor. Sucking on my clit now, the nub pulsing wildly under his lips as he delved his tongue inside to scoop out more cum, swallowing greedily with audible gulps. Spoke volumes. The warmth coated his mouth and throat, the flavor imprinting itself on him, fueling an unexpected addiction that would become a staple of our future encounters. I ground harder against his face, the rough scrape of his stubble adding to the overstimulation, another orgasm building rapidly from the erotic power dynamic and the sensation of his devoted cleanup.
“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop now,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the pressure crested. “Drink it all, you dirty boy.” Kevin licked and sucked with renewed vigor until my pussy was finally clean, though still glistening with his saliva and residual wetness, his chin and lips dripping with the evidence. I came again on his tongue, squirting a smaller but intense stream directly into his mouth, hot and forceful, the fluid gushing over his lips and down his chin as he drank it eagerly, the taste milder but still intoxicating, mingling with the remnants of Jake’s cum.
Panting, he pulled back slightly, his face flushed and slick, before leaning up to kiss me deeply, our tongues tangling in a slippery, intimate dance, sharing the mingled flavors. The salty bitterness of Jake’s seed, my tangy sweetness, and the fresh squirt. On our lips. It was messy, passionate, and utterly revealing, the taste lingering like a promise of more. In that moment, as he pulled back with a dazed grin, licking his lips unconsciously, we both knew. This was just the beginning.
The three of us collapsed in a heap, spent and satisfied, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. I grinned, tracing a finger over Kevin’s chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath. “Best bet we ever made. Who knew our first hotwife experience would taste so good?” Kevin admitted sheepishly, licking his lips again, already hooked on the flavor of our new lifestyle. “Yeah… it wasn’t bad. Kinda… good, actually.”
Jake nodded, already eyeing my curves, his hand lingering on my thigh. “Anytime. I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve. And more batter for Kev to sample.”
And as the night wore on, the boundaries blurred even further, setting the stage for countless explicit adventures that followed, turning us into the insatiable hotwife couple we are today.
