Author's introduction: Recently, my dear friend Sadie was forced to break up with her current boyfriend when her husband, having found out about her infidelity, threatened divorce. She was very upset, but, it seems, she loves her pampered lifestyle more than extra marital sex. I consoled my friend, and whilst she was tearfully telling me all the salacious details, the kernel of a story began to form in my mind. This is that story. It is based on Sadie's soul-baring confession, but is, of course, total fiction. I am obliged to declare that all sex described below takes place consensually, between adults aged at least eighteen years old. Please consider using the scoring star system, and leaving a comment when you've finished reading. All authors thrive on feedback. Thanks... and enjoy the story!
TWO MONTHS AGO.
"It's happened before," my cuckold said in a soft, kind voice. "Think about all the boyfriends that you've had since you agreed to become a Hot Wife. It must be closer to twenty than ten, and most of the time you've finished with them. This is just that Rob decided to finish with you. Don't take it personally. You'll soon find another lover, I guarantee it."
Richard's words scarcely brought me any comfort. Since becoming a Hot Wife almost thirty years ago, I've become used to having lots of sex. Over the years, I've become an expert cock sucker as well as being regularly fucked in my cunt and up my arse. I also like being cleaned up by my cuckold after sex. Richard loves eating cream pie.
"You're right, of course," I sighed, "but do you think I'm losing it, Richard? I mean, I'm going to be fifty one this year."
Richard shook his head.
"Of course you're not losing it " he reassured me. "Think about all the offers you get when we go down to the club. You're always being propositioned by men, younger and older than you. If I remember rightly, that's how you hooked up with Rob, wasn't it?"
I nodded, smiling as I recalled the thrill I always feel when a man (or a woman, sometimes!) makes it clear that they want to have sex with me.
"Right," I said, getting to my feet and coming to a decision. "Come on, let's go upstairs to the office. I seem to recall that I saved that fetish dating site on my list of favourites all those months ago. It's time to find myself a new boyfriend!"
Richard grinned.
"Try and pick someone who doesn't object to having an audience," he said. "You know I love watching you getting fucked!"
"With a bit of luck, I might even find someone like Ryan," I retorted, remembering an ex-boyfriend who not only loved to fuck me in front of Richard, but who liked to be fluffed before we started and have his cock cleaned up after he'd cum. I'd taught Richard how to suck cock, and it was a treat that he enjoyed almost as much as eating cream pie.
"That would be lovely," Richard admitted, adding, "but getting you a new boyfriend is more important than finding someone who likes having his cock sucked by your cuckold."
We went into the small, third bedroom in our house that we'd converted into an office space. As the owner and CEO of his own civil engineering business, Richard sometimes works from home, and I use our home PC to do a lot of my preparation for the worksheets I use in school. We both also use the computer to surf porn sites.
I logged on and called up my favourites. Yes, there it was! Hotwife Heaven: The Site for Hotwives, Bulls and cuckolds. I clicked on the link.
"A glass of wine would be nice," I hinted to Richard. He smiled at me.
"That's better," he said. "I knew you wouldn't be down for too long. One glass of Chablis coming right up. Would you like a cigar as well?"
I shook my head in amusement.
"Go on then," I smiled. "I hope you realise what a lucky cuckold you are, having a Hot Wife who is so ready to pander to your smoking fetish!"
By the time Richard returned with my wine and my cigar, I'd logged on and started to scroll through the classified adverts on the dating site. I hadn't been on this site for ages, and as I scrolled, I recalled that amongst the genuine seekers, there was the usual proportion of time wasters, fantasists and bull shitters. This was going to be a long job!
I had finished my wine and smoked my cigar. It was about three hours later, and I looked down at the list I had compiled during my trawl through the adverts. There were only four names on my piece of paper, but I was as sure as I could be that they were all genuine seekers, so I yawned, stretched, and logged off.
"Bed time, cucky," I smiled at Richard. "I'm just going to brush my teeth. Go and put out my harness and strap on. I feel like pegging you before I go to sleep. And when you've done that, come into the bathroom. I need a pee before bed.
THREE WEEKS AGO
I was wrong. Finding a new boyfriend who wanted to fuck a 50 something-year old woman, who was married, and whose cuckold husband liked to watch her getting fucked was not an easy task. The four names on my list all turned out to be hopeless cases, so I continued to trawl through fetish dating websites, which whilst very useful, and home to some genuine lovers of kink, were also sprinkled with the time wasters, fantasists and bull shitters I referred to earlier.
I spent most weekends down in our local fetish club, but nearly all the members were already hooked up, and whilst I had no objection to joining a three or a foursome as a one off playdate, what I really needed was a lover with a nice big cock, preferably a quick reloader, who liked oral and anal sex as well as the more conventional cunt fucking.
I'd had a long week in school, thanks to the presence of an OFSTED inspection team. I have no objection to being inspected, or questioned about my professional competence, but what I do object to is being interrogated by someone who it is well known was an absolute disaster as a classroom teacher. So I prepared my lessons as usual, delivered them as I would normally, and answered all the questions the inspectors asked. I didn't give a shit about what they thought. My head teacher had confidence in my ability, as did most of the parents of the children I taught. Their opinions were important, not the views of visiting inspectors, who seemed to delight in nit picking and unnecessary criticism.
"You bunch of absolute cunts!" I thought to myself after my final lesson had been trashed by one of them. I decided that I was going down the club that night, with Richard, and I was going to get myself fucked, come hell or high water.
It was very quiet in the club when I led Richard in that evening. I nodded to a few good friends, and my attention was caught when Richard and I approached the bar to get us both a drink.
My friend of many years, Sadie, was seated on a bar stool, nursing what looked to me like an industrial sized gin and tonic. I've known Sadie for more years than I care to remember, and in all that time, she's been a serial adulteress. How she's managed to keep her numerous lovers a secret from her husband, Colin, has always been a mystery to me.
Colin is a decent man, somewhat pompous and self opinionated, but on the whole, he's kind and generous. It helps that he's as rich as Croesus, and he's besotted with Sadie.
"All alone?" I smiled as I pulled up a bar stool and sat next to my friend. "It's not like you to be drinking alone. Where's Don?"
Don is Sadie's current boyfriend, by the way. They get together whenever Colin's out on the golf course, or chairing some important committee meeting, which inevitably makes him even more money. Sadie's always available, given that Colin insists that his wife need never work. All Sadie seems to do is fuck men behind her husband's back and spend his money like it's going out of fashion.
Sadie scowled.
"Don's going to be history," she grumbled, and tears filled her big brown eyes. "Colin came home unexpectedly yesterday. He'd brokered a takeover and made himself a shit load of commission. He wanted to have sex to celebrate."
"And...?" I asked with a smile. "Since when have you ever turned down the chance to get fucked? Colin might not be Don, but he's still got a cock that works, hasn't he?"
