This is a continuation of both the Stretching and Hotwifing series, chronicling the increasingly extreme sexual behavior of a wild and adventurous couple. I feel this is where the next part of the adventure begins, and in retrospect, it seems like this point in the journey was the turning point, although there have been many.
Gotta put labels on everything. Why do people feel the need to group things together into a box? Our society seems more concerned with labels than ever. Part of me was compelled to continue in the Loving Wives section just to watch the LW Gestapo completely lose their shit. It's bizarre how a bunch of neo-Nazis mother fuckers (no proof of that btw, just a theory) feel the righteousness to police an online porn story compositor. "Oh, I thought Loving Wives was about love stories, that's how I found this site." Right, no one is buying it. News flash, it's all still porn, and I'm pretty sure any form of porn punches your ticket straight to hell. Who gives a shit if it's gangbang, bukkake, fisting, whoring, dogging, scat, rape, etc.? It's all porn you sick perverts. Ok. I'm done.
Since I have to pick a label to publish this story, I feel it fits better in the Interracial section for now, but you could just throw a dart to pick. These adventures could just as easily go into BDSM, Exhibitionist, Fetish, Group Sex, Mature, and Mind Control, as well as LW. In some ways, it belongs in all of them.
Hey stupid. Yes, you. This is a warning. It gets darker and more perverse from here. If this type of extreme shit is not for you, then stop fucking reading here. I guaran-fucking-tee you that even though this warning is clearly posted, the same dipshits are going to complain in the comments section. I think they secretly like it. Ok, now I'm done.
For those who don't want to go back and read our adventures, here's a brief synopsis. It's like a carnival ride now, so strap a board to your ass and make sure you don't fall off.....or in. Get it. By this time, we were both 40ish, and had been together for about 20 years. My wife, Amy, the hero, or is it villain, is a size queen and we spent many kinky years playing with fisting and inhumanly large dildos and doing all kinds of crazy shit around vaginal stretching. She also has domination fantasies, which we have delved into a little from time to time and are far deeper and stronger than I ever understood. After finally admitting my hotwife fantasies, and I admitted everything, her not just sleeping with another man, but actually doing gangbangs and other real nasty stuff.
We started chatting and playing with other men, but it took 9 months for her to reluctantly sleep with someone, and it progressed from there, although not without some missteps and struggles. At this point, my wife had now slept with 10 men. This starts during the months following her first ever gangbang in Las Vegas, while actually it was 2 gangbangs, but with the same bunch of 3 guys over a weekend. Looking back, this was the point where everything changed. Anyway, it will make a lot more sense if you go back and read the Hotwifing series. You don't need to bother with Stretching unless that is your thing.
Metamorphosis - a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.
Part 1
Amy's Admission and Coming Out Party.
Winter/Spring 2019
After the aftermath of the crazy weekend in Vegas, things mostly returned to a normal non-hotwife life. Although we discussed it thoroughly in the days following the weekend, after that, she didn't really want to talk about it much. I assumed it was Amy's guilt about acting like a slut, and also the realization of how risky our behavior had been. She told me that she was glad she had fulfilled my fantasy in Vegas, and it was fun, but she would not do anything like that again. She wanted to take a "break" from hotwifing which was encouraging as the last time she took a break she completely shut it down. Although she left the door open by saying it was a "break" this time, she instantly deflected every time I brought up the prospect of playing and seemed annoyed when I brought up the gangbang. Her reaction was less combative from what she had been like after the night with Dwayne and his roommates though.
She would indulge in slutty role play sessions when she was in the mood and typical to our sex life, it always involved a giant dildo, my giant penis sleeve, or fisting, and more recently lots of talk about her fucking other guys. It now seemed she was planning to keep going, but in her own due time. We did not play again the rest of the year, and there were times I wondered if we might actually be done hotwifing, and the insane gangbang weekend in Vegas was the grand finale. We were extremely busy that fall, and the Holidays are always crazy. While our sex life was on fire after the Vegas weekend, it had cooled down again around the Holidays. We were super good though, as loving, and intimate as we had ever been.
If we were done, I could live with it, as fantasies had been realized beyond my wildest dreams. Okay, not my wildest dreams, as I am a deviant, but still pretty fucking amazing. She had now fucked 10 guys total, fucked a guy on a first date in our car, blown another complete stranger, done a nasty epic gangbang, and had a train run on her. I never would have thought she'd be down with the group sex thing, but she had now done it 3 times (twice in Vegas and the one night with Dwayne's roommates when I was not there). This was all much more than most wives can ever claim. I would be lying if I said this did not permanently change our relationship in some way. I had witnessed Amy turn into a total dirty slut, and she had done it all in front of me. I did not ask for it as she led the charge that last day and night. Sure, I invited them back to our room, but had no idea she'd end up fucking them the rest of the weekend. I loved my wife more than ever, but there was something different about her now. An innocence that she was barely hanging onto anyway, was lost. For almost 20 years, I had imagined her as the good girl that had only had sex with a few guys.
We had come back from Vegas as different people. Amy had changed even before that trip. I saw it happening. From the girl who reluctantly met, although gladly fucked, Byron at first, to the woman who started fucking guys minutes after meeting them, let guys run a train on her, let a stranger finger her in a strip club, sucked another stranger's cock as he drove, and then eagerly gangbanged 3 guys twice. The revelations of the last few years and finding out about her past, but even more so the dirty slut things she had done, had taken that innocence. I thought a lot about Amy admitting to slutting around before we met. She had hidden this for nearly 20 years. Besides watching her slutty behavior, it was the admission that she fucked a lot more guys than I had originally thought, like 20 more, and most were the year before meeting me. A little less than 2 years ago, I thought she had only been with 5 or 6 guys, but her admission that she had actually been with 25, in addition to another 10 in the last 15 months meant 35 other men had been in my sluts pussy. The crazy part was that this drove me absolutely wild as I loved the idea of her sleeping with many different men.
She had mentioned opening Pandora's box when I told her my fantasy. Was she actually a slut that had just hid and suppressed it all these years? She was a fun, sexual being, but was she a dirty slut at heart? Even when we first started dating, she asked me to fuck her ass and would suck my cock in the car, or fuck in the bathroom at a party. She has always been my personal slut and enjoyed some really kinky shit but doing it with multiple other men is a new level. There is no way a woman that lets a group of guys use her like that is not a slut. As much as everything above may sound negative, it was not. Amy had been as attentive, appreciative, and loving as ever. I was the same. I loved her deeply for everything she was, and for sharing it with me. Everything we had done had brought us closer together and increased our trust. We knew more things about each other, deep dark secrets, that we could never share with another person. Was she a good girl or a slut? Was I sold a bill of goods that was not real? We had done nothing since Vegas though. It had been months of nothing. I would soon learn that after Vegas my little caterpillar went into her cocoon. What would emerge?
Even though we were on a break, I suspected there was something deep inside her that had long been suppressed, something that needed to be satisfied. Once the right buttons were pushed, she'd be in full slut mode. I will tell this to anyone considering hotwifing. Your marriage will change in one way or another. I would never get the image of her laying on her back with her legs spread while multiple guys took their turn fucking her, or her digging her nails into a guys back as she shuttered in orgasm, or her passionately kissing sessions. The problem was I did not want to. Every time I pictured it in my head it made my heart race, and my dick rock hard. I had changed too. I not only allowed, but actually encouraged my wife to be a slut, right in front of my eyes. It was different with Dwayne and his roommates the night they ran a train on her. I was not there to stop it. It's hard to explain but being there in Vegas and allowing that to happen, changed how Amy saw me, or at least what she was comfortable with doing in front of me.
It had been over three months since the Vegas trip and Amy had not played at all. Any time we discussed the prospect of playing with someone, which had been infrequent lately, she would just say "when the time is right." I thought her love for huge cock would eventually win out, and it did. Just after New Year's I brought up the topic of playing again and she said, "I've been thinking about it too, and I want to see Byron and Keith again. We needed to slow down for a while. I felt we were getting out of control. I do miss having sex with them and think I am ready now if you are."
"Yes, I'm ready when you are baby. Have you talked to them?"