Nick first got to know her through her short films, which were spectacular.
The cuckolding fetish was in its infancy across the internet in those days, but Chrissy was a pioneer. She was one of the first hotwives to have her own, dedicated website, with clips widely shared around the adult Internet. The original Tumblr loved her. The centerpieces of her page and her site were the half-hour long, lightly or, more usually, unedited encounters of Chrissy with one of several bulls who rotated through her life. Half the bulls were black, half were white, and sometimes two of the black bulls had their way with Chrissy at one time.
She looked beautiful being spit roasted, like watching the young milf next door being done by two lucky guys in the right place at the right time.
Chrissy had been a hotwife for several years by then, and so there were many videos available of Chrissy, some filmed by her husband, some filmed without her husband present. Chrissy was clearly having a very good time in all of them.
Many of Chrissy's films began with foreplay. For several minutes, sometimes even a quarter-hour at the beginning, she kissed and touched the man who was not her husband. Their making out was often romantic and slow; obviously, Chrissy had emotional relationships with these men who fucked her, for they kissed her in the French style and she Frenched them back, slowly, deeply, in no rush at all. Enjoying each other, enjoying being with each other. Chrissy's cuckie hubby, so often his wife's videographer, captured his wife's foreplay on film as clearly and as lovingly as he captured her complete debasement and surrender.
Chrissy received head, Chrissy gave head, and more often than not, when it came time to enter her, these men did so unprotected.
During most of the films, whether her husband was present or not, Chrissy found some time and the right angle, usually while she was being done doggy style by her bull, to look into the camera and demean and humiliate her husband directly.
The fire in her eyes while she looked into the camera during those moments showed how sexy Chrissy felt, how much she enjoyed telling her husband the truth: that his little penis was not enough to satisfy her, and that she was going to keep fucking real men for the rest of their marriage.
But the gems of Chrissy's page were the "Intro to the Liberal Art of Hotwifery" video series that she did. For these, in short, two or three minute clips, Chrissy spoke directly to the camera like any ordinary news-and-lifestyle blogger might, except these clips were where Chrissy detailed how she got into cucking her husband and the hotwifing lifestyle (her husband asked her to), if they played at home or outside of the house (both, mostly outside the home in hotel rooms, but they had a special bedroom in their house where Chrissy entertained her lovers ) and all the odds-and-ends, tips-and-tricks, of living a hotwifing, cuckolding marriage where Chrissy was the cuckoldress and her cuck husband more than enjoyed it, he could not live without it!
Chrissy spoke to the camera in her bright, sweet way about the truths behind her special marriage with her husband. Her sweetness came though in everyone she did, even in her hardcore films where she fucked different men like any needy slut would, though none of whom were ever her husband, not even when he was there.
So when, several months after discovering her art form, Nick saw her listing on Talkflirt, the internet's premier phone-sex site, he could not resist calling and telling her what a fan he was of her films, and how incredible a lady she was.
Chrissy loved compliments. She loved flattery, and she loved Nick's deep voice.
Chrissy could sense from Nick's confidence and tone, that he was not like most of the calls she got on Talkflirt. Most of the men who called her wanted to know how to persuade their wives or girlfriends into embracing the cuckold and hotwife lifestyle.
But not Nick. Nick made it clear to Chrissy that he approved of her husband sharing her and thought she looked and fucked too good for her husband to keep her to himself.
When she confirmed her husband's meager endowment, Nick expressed even more sympathy for her situation and respect for the sensible--and completely sexy--way her husband was making sure his charming younger wife was perfectly satisfied.
Chrissy liked the way Nick talked to her, liked the suggestions Nick made of how he would take her out for the night--borrow her from her husband when he was in Charlotte on business--and return her the next morning sticky and wet for her husband to clean up.
Chrissy loved being taken out on the town by men other than her husband. Her hotwifery had started out in hotel bars and hot hotel room hookups in respectable chain motels out by the interstate, several towns away from anyone Chrissy and her husband were likely to know. But there had been a few date nights and romances with other men, and Chrissy was craving that sort of emotional attention as well as the physical attention that she as an insatiable thirty-one-year-old needed, far beyond what her husband could provide.
Chrissy's husband, Joe, was older, divorced, with two adult children. Always ashamed of his small penis, especially during his dozen-year-stint in the U.S. Marine Corps, he had turned his repressed sexual energy into a series of local North Carolina businesses. The collective income from these businesses had provided a more than comfortable living for his ex-wife (herself a low-libido woman, she divorced him for his workaholism and his abandonment of her emotionally, as much as for her sexual dissatisfaction) and for his children, now out of college. But to keep seeming normal and regular in his community, he felt the need to have a wife, as the proof of his social acceptability.
Chrissy was a single mother, adorable, with a baby-daddy who had never married her and was now in Pasquotank Correctional Institution up in Elizabeth City. Chrissy met Joe on a dating site, because this was before the days of dating apps. She enjoyed it when Joe took her out to dinner and the more he treated her like a perfect gentleman would, the more Chrissy responded by acting like a perfect lady. His impeccable manners brought out Chrissy's best manners. He had gone through college thanks to the Marine Corps, she had dropped out of high school, but both discovered they had a similar sense of gentility, respectability, and how a gentleman should treat a lady.
Chrissy was also extremely sexual and comfortable with her body and her intense sexual drive. She would later confess, after she was engaged but before she was married to Joe, that her jailbird ex had even complained that Chrissy wanted to do it all the time, more than he wanted to.
But those revelations came later. Chrissy was game to go to bed with her future husband and get her clothes off as soon as he asked her to. But what made things go immediately to another level for both of them was that the first time Joe showed his cock to her and he asked Chrissy to humiliate him for it, she... utterly destroyed him.
It was not that she was vicious, it was that she was so casual and natural at being vicious and degrading him for the naturally occurring limits of his anatomy. It was obvious to Joe that Chrissy had, naturally inside of her, the ethics of a size queen and the instincts of a born cuckoldress.
They married quickly, within the year, solely because hotwifing was so much hotter than merely hot girlfriending or hot fiancéeing.
And home videos of Chrissy living out their fantasies became the hottest porn either of them had ever seen, when they watched them together, later. The pleasure Joe and Chrissy took from being voyeurs of their own kinky sexy life planted the seed of the notion that quickly bloomed one day into the wildly exhibitionist idea to feature those private videos on their own website, built around and starring the incredible and insatiable Chrissy.
Chrissy's husband had a knack for business, and soon Chrissy's website became the family's most profitable enterprise.
