When my boyfriend Christian started shifting his mindset to "sharing me" and no longer talking about FMF, a fantasy I did not share with him, he came up with a lot of rules. I listened and found it fascinating and funny but unimportant since I didn't think I would ever need it. In my mind I would never have sex with someone else but him, so what...
To sum up, the most important rules when he gave me the freedom to have sex with others:
- Don't get into a relationship, so after sex, no phone calls or messages...not even for chitchat... don't become "friends with benefits".
- Don't repeat sex with the same guy - meaning getting back to the same man, weeks or months later - Christian was "flexible" when I met someone, for example on a holiday abroad without him, it could happen I fuck the same man "a few times" in the same week.
- Always let my boyfriend know who, when, and where I fuck someone.
- Give him as many details as possible to describe the guy and the sex.
- Only meet for sex, no romantic dinners or movie nights.
While he was adding rule after rule, I played along for fun and added one rule myself: he could never invite one of his friends to fuck me. That was a big "no-go" for him as well - he did not want his friends to know that he was a weird guy letting his girlfriend get fucked by others!
A few years later the rules became more important than I ever imagined. Sex with others was no longer one of his fantasies - it became an important reality in our sex life. Not that I do this all the time, but more than I ever could imagine. Enough testimonials about that in my earlier stories. I did my very best to respect his rules, because it was important to me that my boyfriend not suffer feelings of jealousy, and two - after a few hot adventures, I realized that as long as I respected the rules I could enjoy sex with other men when I wanted without cheating. It's an amazing feeling to have the freedom to have sex with anybody, while not feeling like I was cheating on my boyfriend. Breaking the rules would bring just that feeling to the surface and I did not want that.
The first time I cursed his rules was when I had exceptional sex with two guys during an unexpected MFM. I met them at the naked beach (more about that in another story "Solo Girl at the naked beach 1 & 2"). We had a hot night and I wished I kept their numbers. I remember one of the guys took my phone without asking me, to ring his number so he would have mine but I did not save it. He didn't ring or message me back either so I lost contact, just the way the rules need to be played.
Where most other guys I have met were abroad on a short holiday or business trip and easier to "delete", some were more difficult to forget because you know they are near - like the two guys living in the same country as my boyfriend or because of the sex that was so good you wanted to do it again with that same person.
I tried to open up the conversation about that with Christian and explain that having a few "regular" sex partners would be safer and more controllable than meeting up with new strangers. I thought I had logic and strong arguments but Christian didn't feel good about it. It was clear he thought he would risk losing me. A few years went by and I didn't have a lot of chances to encounter the right stranger at the right moment for some hot occasional sex.
Until I went to Dubai during COVID-19. It was a better place to stay than the UK and since kids had lessons online we could stay there - better weather and more freedom to go where you want for any activities you like.
I planned to stay a few weeks but ended up there for almost 3 months with my son. The men I met there daily were always the same guys: fathers of sons, who were doing the same as my son and me: living in a small community away from the big city, away and protected from the crazy Covid world. All of them with their wives, sometimes flying back and forward, depending on their jobs. I was alone and organized like I'm used to as a single mom, but most of the people there knew the husband was away because of the family business.
One man was different from the rest: a local young Arabic guy, working as a sports coach for the boys and trainer at the community gym. I didn't pay much attention to him at first. He wasn't tall, my 14-year-old son was about the same height. He had a boyish look with the figure of a jockey, light and ready to go for fast horse riding on a racecourse. Because he took care of my son and his friends almost every day, we talked more and more, because I was the only mom watching the daily training.
We met at the gym regularly and at the pool a few times when I did my laps. One day, when I changed my one-piece swimsuit for a bikini, I noticed he was admiring me, happy to see a female showing some skin, something rare those days where not many people were in or around the pool due to the low tourist traffic. It wasn't my smallest bikini, because I tried to be "decent" in a world where women were expected to be covered all the time. The resort we stayed at was mainly occupied by Western people, but still, even towards staff I wanted to be polite by respecting their culture and religion as much as possible.
Suddenly I felt my behavior was changing. I allowed myself to get horny and started to get naughty thoughts. At the same time, I was telling myself he was probably too young for me, at that moment estimating his age somewhere in his early twenties.
After a few weeks, I got to know my son's sports coach better and felt attracted to the young man. It must have been the way he gave me a few compliments that made me think I might have a chance to get more out of this two-way flirting feeling. I inconspicuously learned he worked there for several years, studied sports and science, and was almost 30, so a lot older than I thought, which gave me more "appetite".
Long story short: as one of the agreements required, I did a video call with Christian to let him know that after being without sex for so long I met a guy I found attractive and thought I could seduce for sex. My boyfriend, who planned to come to Dubai a few months later for his work, told me he was sorry for not being able to come sooner.
"Wauw! I didn't think that would happen in Dubai," Christian reacted in surprise.
"Me neither," I said, "but I do need sex and he looks so cute," I heard myself trying to sell him my horny idea.
I heard in Christian's voice he wasn't prepared for this kind of conversation. He could switch to his naughty side quickly, showing some excitement on his face.
"I don't know the guy but he is so damned lucky! I am sure you can get him and if you want him you should do it and enjoy."
It was a long while ago that I used my freedom as a Hotwife and felt relieved that Christian was still okay with the idea of me having sex with someone else.
The next day I stopped flirting and was direct with the young man and told him that I was not looking for a relationship but wanted him for sex. We fucked the same day in the locker room of the sports center, while my son was outdoors riding horses. There was no way to undress: he turned me around and made me hold onto a small dressing table with a big mirror in front of me. He lifted my light long summer dress from behind to find my naked ass with his hands. Then he unzipped his pants, and without hesitation, he pushed his hard cock from behind in my wet pussy. He was rough with me and I didn't have the chance to see or feel his cock with my hands but I felt he was stretching me - maybe because of lack of foreplay, or because of a long time of no sex, probably more because of size.
He had his hand over my mouth to limit the sound of my screaming and with his other hand, he cupped one of my breasts and squeezed through my dress and bra. A few minutes later he shot his load in me. It wasn't the best sex of my life and the first time a guy took me so fast from behind. If it would not have been in mutual consent it might have looked like a guy raping me. But it was crazy, exciting, and scary to get caught there! He watched me when I tried to get myself decent again. On our way out he asked me for a second chance "to do this better" on another day. And yes, I wanted more and I agreed to meet in a hotel room.
My boyfriend was very curious so I told him about the quick passage in the locker room and the plan to do it again on another day. He said he understood I wasn't satisfied with a 5 minutes thing and was looking forward to hearing about my next sex adventure with the guy, allowing me to expose more juicy details.
A few days later I arranged a sleep-over for my son with one of his friends so I could spend the night with his coach in a hotel. After my son left I took a long shower to relax and was looking forward to having sex again, now hopefully a bit more extended. I checked my pussy which was still covered with a winter bush and did some quick trimming. No idea what Arabic guys prefer but I thought it was probably the natural thing. I didn't have a lot of clothes to choose from, especially sexy things.
When the taxi arrived at the hotel and the driver opened the door for me I saw it was a busy place. The coach was waiting for me at the bar. To my surprise, I saw several women dressed super sexy and with origins from all over the world! Black, Asian, Eastern Europe... I felt "under-dressed" and he must have felt my confusion.
"Sorry, I should have mentioned to you this is a hotel with a bar, known for parties and also for hookups," he explained innocently.
"Hookups, like for hookers?" I asked.
"Yes, I hope you are not shocked or afraid, you are safe with me, don't worry," he said.
"No, it's okay, just surprised, I wanna have a drink!" I stammered.
After one drink we went to the elevator. We were not alone going up and while standing between the other people I was worried about only one thing: "Would they think I am a hooker?"
When we were in our room the coach poured us another drink. No alcohol in Dubai? Sure!
"Okay, enough lost time," he said right after we took a few zips.
"Get out of your clothes!" he commanded while opening the belt of his pants.
I obeyed and dropped my dress to the floor.
While standing in my undies and shoes he came up to me and kissed my neck while I felt one of his hands slide into my knickers. I stayed passive for a while and let him feel all over my body. He pulled off my bra and started kissing my breasts. Then he stepped back to continue to undress.
It was the first time I saw him naked in his boxer and impressed but not surprised. As a sports coach, he maintained a healthy and toned body and I couldn't wait to see his cock that had already filled my pussy. We took all the time to explore our bodies, kissed and when finally boxers and panties were dropped I could get acquainted with his young cock growing fast while I was touching him.
I hadn't experienced a new man in a long time and quickly went down on him to play, kiss and suck my new toy. His circumcised cock looked big, not only in proportion to his stature but also in my little hands. He let me inspect his cock and wanted to know if he was bigger than my husband.
"Oh yes! Much much bigger," I said without lying.
I never explained my private life situation, but he was way bigger than my husband and boyfriend Christian.
