“To an extent, yes,” I agreed, “But It’s not just the thought of losing our marriage, losing you, losing the love and life we have together. Having sex is an intimate act for me and I can’t separate the love from the lust which is involved in it. You even used the word love to describe the way you were feeling during the scenario.”
Sandy sat back, admitting, “You’re right, I did, that was wrong of me. I inadvertently ruined our first test. I’m really sorry. It was just a figure of speech in that scenario, but I can see how it evoked the emotions you felt. It won’t happen again, I promise you.”
Sandy pressed forward, saying, “That is why we are travelling this road, though, before anything actually takes place. It’s to slay these dragons before they come back to bite us. You also need to hear from me, right now, I love you. I will always love you. I am in this marriage for the duration, all in. What I need from other men is completely separate and distinct from the love I know I have with you.
“I will not allow any outside man to get between us in any way. I will not allow any derogatory terms or talk of any kind that would be demeaning to you while I am with someone else. This is my promise, my pledge to you. Shall we try again, taking into account what we have learned from this time?”
I had been intently listening to and absorbing her words as she was talking. I agreed with her, saying, “Yes, given the promises and assurances you have given me, I think we can try again. Thank you for that my love, it helps me feel better about our journey. Hopefully, it will be less stressful for me in the future.”
We retired to bed as it was getting late; it had been an eventful evening. Sandy spooned me and I fell asleep to the feeling of her boobs cushioned into my back and her warm pussy pressed to my butt.
I awoke again the next morning to find her awake, her eyes on mine. She slid down under the covers and enveloped my cock in her warm mouth. As I hardened, she slid up my torso until she could take me in her hot, wet tunnel. We made love, sweet love, until we were both sweaty and depleted. Breakfast and shower turned into Sunday lounging, a picnic in the park, an afternoon matinee, a stop in an electronics shop for Sandy, and back home for supper.
Supper over, Sandy disappeared upstairs, returning radiantly soon after in her hotwife outfit.
“Mike, James is going to be here in about twenty minutes,” she said, “Maybe you should get comfortable in the utility room again. I’ve left the hatch ajar for you.”
She ushered me into the room and made sure I was comfortable in the chair then left, closing the door.
Fifteen minutes or so later, there was a knock on the front door. In response, I heard Sandy’s heels clicking their way across the foyer. She opened the door with a cheery, “Hi James, come on in!”
Then, to my surprise, I heard a male voice say, “Thanks! Wow, you are looking so hot tonight!” Next, as the heel clicks proceeded to the living room, “Nice place you have here, that couch looks comfy.”
‘Fuck, she really has James in our house with her. That wasn’t the way this was supposed to go!’
I could feel the angst and anger rising in my chest. The tiny voice deep within me told me to trust my wife and wait. I waited.
Sandy said, “Thank you, would you like a drink? We’ve got a very nice red wine.”
“Nah, beer is good for me,” said James.
I heard Sandy move to the kitchen then pop the top off one of my beers while she was in there. She returned to the living room.
“Thanks, I like Lugtread. Good craft beer,” James said. “Why don’t you come on over here and sit that juicy ass right here in my lap. Yeah, just like that. Oh your pussy is hot on my cock and I can feel you leaking through those panties too! Let’s get a better look at these tits.” Some rustling of clothes and the snap of a bra, and, “Now that’s what I’m talking about, I’m gonna get me a mouthful of these puppies.” The sound of slurping followed.
I heard Sandy moan and say, “I like the feel of your lips and tongue on my nipples, mmmmm so good.”
I heard more slurping mixed with the sound of lips smacking, then movement on the couch. My cock was a steel rod by now as I didn’t need much imagination to know Sandy was with another man in the next room. The little voice in my head was fading away, along with my angst and anger. In their place, an all-encompassing, electrifying arousal was taking over, consuming me. My imagination stoked the flames higher, like coal to a blast furnace.
I heard Sandy say, “Let’s get these clothes out of the way, shall we? I want your big black cock in my mouth so I can suck your creamy cum out of those big black balls.”
A few minutes later, I heard slurping of a different kind. It definitely sounded like my talented wife working on a cock. James’ moans soon filled the room, increasing in volume until they reached a crescendo and he announced he was coming.
“Take it all, swallow all that tasty cum like a good slut! Yeah, you’re a pro cocksucker. Now let’s get down to business. I’m gonna fill that honey pot of yours full and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’ll be begging for my cock every day when I’m done with you.”
“Oh god, James, yes! I want that big black cock inside me, ravaging my pussy like the slut wife I am. Fuck me, fuck me now, hard!”
I heard her grunt as if James had driven his cock full inside her in one stroke, then squelching noises started, increasing in frequency.
James snarled as he pounded my wife, “Take my cock you whore, get used to it. You’re not gonna want your pathetic husbands tiny dick ever again after I’ve plundered your cunt with my master cock. Hey, bitch!”
Sandy roared at him. “What the fuck did you just say about my husband, you bastard! How dare you! I was clear about this! We’re done! Pick up your clothes and get the fuck out of my house! Don’t you dare ever come sniffing around me again! Out! Now! Out!”
My arousal was doused instantly. I ran out of the utility room just as the front door slammed in front of my wife.
She turned to face me. “That is what will happen to any man who wants to be with me and acts like that. No exceptions. No matter how deep I am in lust.”
She looked at me closer and asked, “Are you ok? Was it easier this time? I know it was a lot more realistic, but I had to prove to you I would always keep my word, that you can trust me implicitly forever.”
My mouth dropped open. “You mean this wasn’t real!? I was convinced you had James in the living room with you! I was ready to do him some major harm.”
Sandy giggled, held up her cell phone, pressed a button, and out from the living room media speaker came, “Thanks! Wow, you are looking so hot tonight!” She said, “I got this text-to-speech program set up on my phone while I was in the electronics store this afternoon. It worked like a charm.
“I knew this had to be as real as possible tonight. It’s the only way you would get to the point where you truly believed my promises. That I would never be lost enough in my lust to allow myself or the man I was with to degrade you, or get between us.” She stopped and looked at me hopefully.
I shook my head ruefully. “Man, that was one hell of a show. Enough, I think, to convince me of your sincerity. Not only was I able to resist the angst and anger from taking me over, I was very aroused, imagining what you were doing with him. It feels like 3 giant steps forward for me, for us.”
Sandy squealed and launched herself into my arms, covering me in kisses. She gripped me so tightly it seemed she would never let go. I looked down and saw tears streaming down her face. “Are you OK?” I said.
Her mouth dropped open. “OK? Just OK?! Is that what you’re asking me? I’m in seventh heaven! We believed in each other enough to get us over, perhaps, the biggest hurdle in our lives. We did this together. We will always get through life’s stuff together, together forever. My god, man, my love for you knows no bounds. Now, take me to bed and make love to me like only you can.”
We went to bed and made tender love, wholly and completely. A huge load had lifted from our shoulders now the elephant in the room had been knocked down to a manageable size.
There was still some work to do regarding rules for Sandy’s hotwife adventures. We sat down after supper on Tuesday to get them down on paper to the satisfaction of both of us.
Once we were comfortable, I started, “Sand,y the primary consideration each and every time you plan to go out is your safety. I will rig up your purse with a can of pepper spray and a panic button. The pepper spray always goes first, then, when he’s partially disabled, hit the button and get the hell out.
I will also put a tracker on your phone so I am always aware of your location. This will allow me to be five minutes, or less, from wherever you are. You must have your purse with you at all times.
“It also means any plans for a night out must be scheduled when I’m not working so I can watch out for you. I will drop you off at walking distance from where you are going. Once you are finished for the night, text me and I will pick you up from your location.”
I continued, saying, “We can talk about this, but I would like to ask you to forego spending the whole night with anyone. I don’t think I want to watch you having sex with another man either. What do you think? Do you have any questions, comments, concerns, additional rules? This is the time to sort through the basics; if we have to review later, we can.”
Sandy was nodding her head as we were speaking. She said, “You’ve brought up some very good points I hadn’t thought of, I do agree with all of the safety part of it. I want to speak to your last two points.”
“First, this hotwife lifestyle we are embarking on is only to satisfy my lust. To my way of thinking, spending the night with another man is over and above that, capable of generating unwanted feelings. So no, I will not spend the night with another man.”
“Second, I was unsure if you wanted to watch or not, so having made your choice, I will respect it. It can be revisited at your discretion.”
Sandy continued, “There is one question I’d like to ask. It’s a little delicate and may be one you haven’t considered yet. When I come back home to you I will have taken a man, or men, in one, or all three, of my holes. There may not have been access to a shower afterward. I will want, no, I will need you to reclaim me as soon as I return, in whatever state I might be in. Will you do that for me?”
Sandy was right; I had not considered the state she would be in when she arrived back home. I gathered my thoughts and said, “My love, I’m not sure I can definitively answer that question. I can say now, however, I will be fully cognizant of the state you could be in when you arrive back home. That being said, I suspect I will be more than eager to reclaim you in any state whatsoever. Does that satisfy you?”
Sandy smiled, “Yes, it does my love. One other rule, perhaps. I should always make sure that wherever I go is a good distance away. That way, there will be little or no chance of meeting anyone we know, or of them seeing me. Also, I should not meet the same man more than two or three times for the same reason, I will not spend the night with them.”
“Good thoughts,” I agreed, “Yes, let’s make those rules as well. I think that wraps up all the basics, so as of right now, you are released to have outside sex. I am placing my complete trust in you from hereon out.”
Sandy came to me, gave me a kiss and a hug, and said, “I know what that means for you, for us both. I won’t betray it.”
Our life was pretty normal for the next two weeks. Work kept us both busy, so it was work, eat, sleep, repeat through Saturday. Sundays were a rest and home chore day, so not much else got done. After supper on the Wednesday of the third week, we went into the living room to catch a couple of TV shows.
At a commercial break, Sandy turned to me and said, “I’m going out Friday night for my first hotwife night. I’ll be going to the Alehouse in Kingston for about seven and should be ready to come home around midnight. I know this is going to be tough the first time but I have our rules to guide me and your trust to hold to my heart.”
My heart jumped up into my throat, so it was difficult to speak at first. Finally, I managed an, “OK.” (It was on)
The next evening found me dropping Sandy off in her hotwife outfit a block away from where Google maps told me the Alehouse was. Before she got out of the car I reminded her of the safety rules. She leaned over and kissed me.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile.
I watched her walk down the street, away from me, easily the sexiest woman in the vicinity. She turned in to the club and was gone.
At eight thirty, I got a text from her saying, ‘Diesel and I are leaving for his hotel room.’ I watched the entrance, saw her exit with a very large man, and get in a car further down the street. I followed them to the hotel, watched them enter, and soon after, another text arrived saying ‘Room 502.’ I settled in, my senses still on high alert.
The next text, at midnight, said ‘Out in a minute.’ Sure enough, she soon appeared at the entrance. I pulled up beside her so she could get in. Once she was settled in and belted, we headed for home. She squirmed over as far as the belt would allow and lay her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her. The smell of sex, aftershave, and cum assailed my nostrils.
“You feel tense,” she said, “I’ll take care of that when we get home.”
I felt her relax and go still. I thought Sandy was sleeping; I was wrong.
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Her mind took her back to the club
As she walked in, hungry male eyes raked over her. She was in the zone now, though, and not to be deterred by their leering appraisals. She sashayed to the bar, ordered a drink, and sat on the stool, swivelling around to survey the prospects. The swivel was deliberate. The way she was sitting would give an uninhibited view of her panties, which would entice the predators in. Sure enough, soon after she received her drink, the parade started.
Most were young uni types hoping for a chance, but she was not to be swayed by their weak advances and smarmy pickup lines. The parade petered out as the strikeouts mounted up. Finally, after an hour, she was resigning herself to finding another club when a large shadow eclipsed her view. She looked up to see a man mountain looking her up and down, her pussy tingled, moisture flowed.
Using his dominant size to his advantage he said, “I’m Diesel and I got an urge to grab your hair and push your mouth down on my cock. You look the type to like that a lot. Let’s get outta here and get dirty in my hotel room.”
She looked up at him with a sultry smile and said, “What are we waiting for?”
She stood up to follow him out, shooting Mike a text to let him know. She caught up with him at the door, and he took her elbow in his huge mitt as they hurried to his car.
On their way to the hotel he glanced at her and said, “Take them panties off, you won’t need them and I wanna feel that pussy.” She obliged, dropping the sodden cloth in her purse. He immediately shoved his fingers in her cunt, her legs spread to give him easy access. He pulled his fingers out and licked them. “Fine pussy. We’re gonna have us some fun, girly.”
At the hotel, they stopped at Reception for Diesel to pick up the key to Room 502. Sandy texted it to Mike, abiding by their rules. Once in the room, Diesel sat on the couch and told her to strip for him. She decided to make a show of it for him and dragged it out a bit. Diesel used the time to pull his cock out of his pants with some effort and start stroking it. Sandy stopped briefly from shock as the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen came into view. She quickly removed the rest of her clothes and knelt in front of Diesel, reaching eagerly for his cock.
As promised, he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her mouth down onto his cock. She tried to bob and suck but he had other ideas. He relentlessly forced her further and further down his huge appendage until it hit her gag reflex. He lifted up for her to gasp some air, then down again past the back of her throat. He repeated this until her nose was nestled in his pubes, his cock outline clearly visible on her neck. He pulled out and lifted her across the arm of the chair, pushed all the way back in with one stroke, then began throat fucking her in earnest.
With Sandy braced in the chair he began slapping her tits and twisting her nipples, eliciting deep moans from the beautiful woman in front of him. Saliva, tears, and mascara mixed on her face and chin as she luxuriated in the control Diesel had over her. He grunted and pushed as far in as he could get. A thrill ran through her as she felt his tool pulsing and the warmth of his cum making it’s way into her stomach. After a minute he pulled his soft cock out of her throat allowing her to draw in huge lungfuls of air.
“Fuck baby you are one talented whore, the first ever to be able take my whole cock! Yes-sirree, cream of the crop. Let’s see what else you got!” He exclaimed as he lifted her chin. “Now, get on the bed and show me that cunt. Yeah, that’s it! Primo! I’m gonna love fuckin’ that box. How bad you want Diesel’s cock, huh? Lemme hear you beg for it, slut.”
“Please fuck me, Diesel!” She cried out. “I need that big cock in all my holes, I need your cum inside me everywhere and all over me. Use me how you want, I want it all. Now, less talk and more action. Come on and fuck me, big boy.”
Diesel immediately grabbed her ankles, hooking them over his shoulders as he positioned his cock at her opening and slammed into her. Reaching forward he grabbed a tit in each hand using them as leverage to pound deep inside her. He smiled as he saw the lust on her face and the increasingly heavy grunts he was forcing out of her with every pull and thrust. Her back arched as an orgasm ripped through her. He ignored it and kept on pumping. She became frantic, grabbing at the sheets, striving to meet every thrust as a massive orgasm bloomed right on the heels of the first.
