As the holidays come to a close, I took some time to reflect over my past and the relationship that my wife and I love and have built together. Our marriage is just like most, we love and respect each other. However, there is one major difference between us and most couples. That difference is that at times, she plays the role of a Hotwife, and I really enjoy being a cuckold.
A little about my wife and me. We have been happily married for 12 years. When we got married, we were both inexperienced in the sex department and spent the first year exploring our sexuality and fantasies. From there we went into a little porn, then erotic stories. That was soon followed by some toys and a little light bondage.
It wasn't until 8 years ago we got into her being a Hotwife and me being a cuckold.
We love each other more than life itself, but I can't explain how great it makes me feel to know she is with someone else. The thoughts and feelings that I have while she is gone can sometimes be rough. However, the emotional and physical release that I get when she comes back, and I get to reclaim her are beyond words.
Our love is strong, and we've never had the horror story of someone sweeping her off her feet or anything like that. In fact, we might experiment with cuckolding and her being a hotwife for a few months, then take a break and it just be us for a while before the urge hits us again. In fact, it is generally a toss-up on who instigates us getting back into it. But we both are in love and just do it because it feels great, and we both get to fulfill fantasies with it.
So, while I was sitting here thinking, I thought I would write down five of my favorite Hot Wife and Cuckold experiences that were great for us, especially me.
1. THE FIRST TIME A MAN SPENT THE NIGHT.
My wife had been going out with a guy for a month or so and while they had sex, it was never at our house and never overnight. So, when my wife finally told me he was spending the night, I was probably more excited than he was. She knows I like a little teasing and humiliation from time to time so she had it all planned out.
She spent a few hours getting ready. She took a long hot shower, shaving herself bald and then dressing to please him. First in a thong and matching bra, then she covered that with a dress that showed off her cleavage and a whole lot of leg.
As she was finishing getting ready, the doorbell rang. I opened it and let her date in. He was nicely dressed and filled out his suit well. He was a few inches taller than me and obviously spent a great deal of time in the gym. I knew who he was from my wife talking about him but had never spent any time with him. I mean, why would I? He was there for her pleasure and not mine.
We sat in the living room and made idle chit chat until my wife came out of the bedroom. We both stood up as she entered the room. She looked amazing and went right by me to give him a hug and a kiss. He took that opportunity to let his hands explore her ass. She had her back to me so I was able to see everything.
With the way he grabbed and rubbed her ass, there was no doubt that he felt her thong while he slid across and then lightly squeezed both cheeks.
Once she broke their embrace from the passionate kisses, she then looked straight into his eyes and said, "ready to go" and they were gone out to dinner. I got a simple "Bye" over her shoulder. She knew that her showing attention to another man and ignoring me turned me on, and she did it so well.
I got a text about 5 minutes before they arrived letting me know they were on the way. They arrived back about three hours later and as they walked in, I met them in the Living Room. He had one arm around her waist and the other hand carried a small overnight bag. She took it from him and handed it to me. "Put this in our bedroom" is all she said, still holding onto him and rubbing her hand on his chest. She winked at me when I took it, a sign that she was enjoying playing with me. So off I went to sit the bag on our marital bed.
I poured my wife a glass of wine and a whiskey for him and me. As we were talking, my wife finished her glass, and I got up and refilled it. I then refilled his whiskey, but she stood from her chair at that moment, causing him to stand as well. She took the glass of my best whiskey from his hand and set it on the table.
"I think I can give him something much better than this," and then she took his hand, and they walked toward the bedroom. As she walked with him, she looked back over her shoulder at me. "See you in the morning" is all she said and then closed the door behind them. The silence was deafening as I heard her lock the door.
I ended up finishing the whiskey my wife had sat on the table, and then poured myself another one. While I was sipping my third whiskey of the night, I then went and stood by the door. I could hear moaning and the bed creaking. As her moans got more animated, the headboard started a rhythm of hitting the wall.
I pulled out my dick and started to slowly jack it. I wanted to go slow and make myself last, but the more the headboard hit the wall, the more aroused I got. My hand was flying across my dick as I listened to her moans and groans.
Finally, I came all over the hard wood floor. Guilt filled me suddenly for listening to their alone time. I got a towel and cleaned the cum up as they both kept going at it for another thirty minutes.
I went to bed on the couch since we lived in a one-bedroom apartment and tried to sleep listening to them enjoying each other. After their first round they were quiet for a while and then I woke around 2 in the morning to my wife moaning loudly and the headboard hitting the wall. Thankfully that wall was an outside one and they weren't keeping the neighbors up. At least I hoped they weren't, but one never knows with all that screaming that my wife was doing.