As I showered off last nights bedroom romp, my mind kept going back to what John had fantasized about. It seemed that his particular fantasy came up more often than not, and it probably came up in his mind when he didn’t vocalize it. I wondered?
I had finished my shower, dried off and dressed in a pair of old sweats and bellyless T, when John finally woke. “Mornin’ love,” he groggily said. “My turn in the shower, eh?”
“Yea, after last night I think you had better.” I went and made coffee and returned to ask John what he wanted for breakfast. He had already finished his shower, and was standing there in his boxers, shaving.
“Would you like cereal or something hot for breakfast?” I asked.
“What have you got that’s hot?”
“A hotwife!”
He stopped shaving and looked back at me through the mirror, and smiled, “Mmmm, a hotwife sounds good!”
“So, you’d like a hotwife for breakfast, eh?” And as our little conversation continued I noticed his cock had sprung up and through the fly of his boxers. “Maybe another time,” I finally said, stopping the teasing. “How about some French toast?”
* * *
Later that day, as I sat catching up on some email, my mind wondered to my conversation with John. I don’t really know why I thought of it, but did a Google search for hotwife and found it had a meaning I would never have thought of, i.e., “A wife who is viewed as being sexually uninhibited with the freedom and the inclination to enjoy sex with her husband as well as other men.”
Reading further down the page there was a phrase I hadn’t heard of either, “Cuckold Husband.” It was defined, in part, as “husbands who want their wives to enjoy sex with different men or, to reverse the motivation, they want to have select men take their wives to bed. The cuckold husband may be turned on by having a wife that is known as being "hot, uninhibited, and willing, if not desirous, of regularly having sex with men.”
I then looked through several more pages that matched the Google search, and most confirmed the definitions I had initially found. I turned the computer off at that point, and sat there thinking, and more than a little confused.
* * *
“Hey baby, how’s my little hotwife?” John asked while snuggling up to lick my ear as we lay in bed that evening. “I’ve been horny all day, thinking of you.”
I had to find out what he meant by ‘hotwife’ to see if it matched what I found out. So, I rolled over, reached down to check how horny he was and found he wasn’t hard at all. “Hmm,” I thought.
I didn’t move my hand, but just let it rest there, “Oh? Have you really been think of me?”
“All day.”
So far, I felt no change in his arousal. “I would have thought you’d have been thinking of me and my lover lying here in the throws of sexual passion while you slaved away at work?” That did the trick. His cock started to stiffen. “Or would you rather have been here watching?”
SPROING
I grabbed and squeezed his cock. “Oooh, you like that idea, eh?” I asked, after I gave it a few wanks. “Just me and my lover . . .You watching from the chair . . .Did you have someone in mind for me to cuck you with?”
Moaning, he replied, “It is one of my fantasies, but I hadn’t ever put a face to your lover.”
“Why not? You wouldn’t want me to go out and find some strange cock would you? Or would you?”
“I . . . I . . . ,” he was on edge now, and so fast too I couldn’t believe it. So I stopped.
“Oh my God, don’t stop!” he pleaded, reaching for my hand to replace it on his cock.
“Oh no,” I said firmly. “A good cuck wants to see his hotwife satisfied first.”
“Huh? What . . .?”
“You want to get off? Then go down on me!” He’d never done that. He thought sucking a clit was too close to sucking cock. His cock slowly shrank in my hand. “What’s the matter? It is one of my desires, you know.”
“Yea, I know, but . . .”
"Men and women do it all the time. Hell even women do it together!” He was instantly hard again. I proceeded to manipulate his cock some more. “Ohhh, another hidden fantasy?” I asked. "Would you like to see another women go down on me?" He was getting close again, and I could tell his mind was fantasizing again. “Tell me!” I ordered, stopping again.
He was quite frustrated at this point. “Please, Donna, don’t keep stopping on me? I need to get off!”
“You need?! What about what I need. If you want me to get you off, get up on your hands and knees between my legs,” I instructed. “We are going to get you past your phobia, and use your fantasies to do it.”
As he reluctantly got into position, he asked “How?”
“Close your eyes. Now, I'm not really into other women, but let's take one fantasy at a time. Keep you eyes closed and pretend you are a woman, a lesbian, and in bed with another woman. It is her first woman-on-woman experience, and although she is hesitant, you've managed to get her in bed. Are you imagining it yet?"
"I'm trying."
"Keep you eyes closed and imagine what you think a woman, such as yourself, would do to convert a woman, such as myself, to lesbianism. Then begin to act it out."
He was hesitant, and didn't appear to be making any headway (no pun intended) into putting himself into a lesbian woman's shoes. "What are you waiting for, Christmas?" I asked.
"I'm trying," he said with some frustration. "I must be thinking too hard. I mean, like how did she manage . . ."
"She who?" I interrupted.
"The lesbian. How did she . . ."
"Your supposed to be her, so you should be asking 'How did I manage'. Manage to what?"
"Ok. How did I manage to get you in bed if you aren't into women?" he asked.
"Well . . ." I paused to think. "I guess that's a good question. Let's see, you like women, right?"
"Of course."
"But I haven't had any sexual experience with another women, only other men, right?"
"Right again."
"Hmmm. Ok, I'll tell you what. Let's start from the beginning."
"The beginning?"
"Yes. Lets say you've invited me over for wine and to talk, and then proceed to seduce me," I suggested.
"And how am I supposed to know how to do that, as another woman, I mean."
"Why just about the same as you would as a man."
"Yea, but how would that be pretending I'm a lesbian?"
"Well . . . Oh, I know, we'll dress you up as a woman!"
He sat back, a little stunned at what she said. "Huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, that'll work. You get to fantasize about two women making love, and I get you to finally go down on me! Come on, get off the bed. Let see if we can find you something to wear. Then I have to get dressed also."
Before he knew what was happening I had him in a bra, panties, a garter and seamed stockings, all in red. "Wait, is all this necessary? Why can't I just put on a dress or something?"
"Because, you have to feel the part. Feel like a sexy woman. Someone that could seduce another." I then produced a cashmere sweater dress, that would stretch where necessary to fit him. After stuffing his bra, I handed him the outfit to put on.
"Mmm, this is soft!" he remarked. He pulled on the skirt and then the top. I watched as he started petting the material over his arms. I then had him sit so I could put a pair of ankle strap heels on him. As he sat on the edge of the bed he started rubbing the material over his thighs, feeling how the material felt on conjunction with the stockings. I heard a little moan escape his lips.
I slid a hand under his skirt and felt for his cock. He was hard again, but I didn't make any comments, just gave it a gentle squeeze and he moaned again. Standing abruptly, I helped him to his feet. "Come on, let's get some makeup on you so your faces matches the rest of your image," I instructed him.
I sat him at my vanity and did him up in a very sultry look. I then took out his ponytail, and ran a brush through his hair a couple of times. "Here, take this brush and go into the living room and brush it through your hair for ten minutes, while I get changed. While your doing that, try to get into the part you are to portray? Then set out some white wine, and some cheese and crackers."
I checked on him a couple of times, while I was getting ready. He was so engrossed in feeling the softness of his outfit he didn't even notice. I did, at one point, however, have to remind him to get out the wine to let it breathe.
Once I had finished getting ready, I snuck out the front door, turned and rang the bell. I waited, and waited some more, then opened the door and went back inside. "John?" I called. "Where are you? I've been waiting outside for you to invite me in!"
He reappeared and appeared a little shook up. "That was you? I nearly had a heart attack when you rang the bell! Then I could find you!"
"Well, I was just trying to get into the part of being your invited guest," I giggled. " I guess I should have let you know what I was up to. Now come on, let's start over. I'll go out and ring the bell again, and you come and invite me in. Now remember, you're a women, try to think of what you've seen me do when I've had women come visit."
So, we started again, and he invited me in, giving me a hug and an air kiss on the cheek. He then invited me over to the couch, and sat close to me. He managed a little small talk and I could see he was trying hard, so I made it easy for him. At one point I remarked on how nice his outfit looked.
"Why thank you," he responded. "You should feel how soft this material is."
At that point I petted his arm, "Ohh, that is nice," I remarked. "Does it feel just as nice wearing it?"
He took the hint, "Oh yes! We're close to the same size, would you like to try it on?"
"I'd love to!"
We then went into the bedroom so he could slip out of it and I could try it on. "My, it is comfortable, isn't it?" I remarked.
"Yes it is. Let me show you something else!" He then led me over to the bed and sat me down. "Feel how nice it is over your stockings!" he commented, as he sat beside me in his lingerie, and rubbed my leg through the skirt.
"Mmmm, that does feel good," I remarked, looking him in the eyes.
He then leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, then did it again.
I moaned, "Mmmm, that's nice too." Soon we were in a hard lip lock with our tongues wrestling. He forced me back on the bed.
"Oh Donna, I want you so bad! Let me show how nice it can be?"
"OK," I whispered.
He then pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties down, then bent over and kissed me right on my clit, and I let out a little moan. He then flicked his tongue over it, raising another moan out of me. At this point he began to gently suck on it.
