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?"
