My Hotwife Betty Ch 01 Insatiable

My wife was a hotwife long before we ever even knew what one was. I met Betty during the fall of my sophomore year in college, she was a flirty freshman with an adorable smile, a southern accent, and a beautiful big rack that she like to feature prominently. Betty was an instant hit at our fraternity, and I was smitten. She ate up all the attention we gave her. I knew I had to act quickly before one of my fraternity brothers beat me to it. I asked her out and we clicked, quickly becoming an inseparable couple. All the while, though she continued to flirt and eat up the attention of other guys. It was ok by me though because we were in love and her flirting seemed innocent, at the time.

We took it slow and didn't have sex until midway through the spring semester. She told me wasn't a virgin, but she was coming off a bad experience in high school, so she didn't want to rush things. I tried to get her to talk about it, but she would just say it was no big deal, and she'd rather not talk about it. I was curious but at the same time, I didn't want to upset her by pressing it. Besides I was so happy spending time with her I gave her the space and time she wanted.

Once we did finally sleep together, my god, she was insatiable. I mean we fucked every day after that, several times a day when we could. And we fucked everywhere. In my fraternity house. In her dorm room. In a friend's car. In classroom buildings. In the bathroom at the local bar. At the college radio station where I was a DJ. And of course, in the stacks of the library. Nothing kept us from fucking. On her period, no problem, we fucked. We were happy, horny, and crazy in love. But she never stopped her flirting and attention seeking from other guys.

The first time I caught her cheating, it seemed an innocent dalliance, an aberration, or so I convinced myself. We had both transferred to a new college with a city campus and were both living off campus but in different parts of the city. One late afternoon I was supposed work at my internship at a radio station but the production director I was working with wasn't going to be in, so I went to Betty's apartment to surprise her. As I approached her building, I saw her leaving with a guy I had never seen before. They didn't see me, so I ducked behind a parked car and gave them some distance before following them. My heart sank when I saw her grab his hand and they descended the steps into the T station.

That night I went back to her apartment and confronted her. She claimed it was innocent; that they just went for dinner, there was nothing to it. What about the hand holding? She insisted that too was innocent, they were about to head down the stairs, he was being a gentleman. I wanted to believe her, but in the back of my mind I knew there had to be more to it. After further heated discussion she finally apologized and promised it would never happen again and gave me a coy smile and a come fuck me look that I couldn't resist. I grabbed her and kissed her like never before. A hard passionate kiss. And then we fucked all night long until the sun was coming up. It was the most intense sex we had ever had.

The next time I caught her was shortly after we had married. I was working at a radio station in Maine, and she was doing a variety of odd jobs including sales for the radio station. She was also volunteering at the local firehouse because she was interested in becoming an EMT. I guess the lure of the firefighters was too much for her. This time I had proof she was fucking the guy. She insisted it meant nothing and would never happen again, but I knew then that I would never be able to trust her, and I kicked her out. I soon left the radio station and moved back to New York City to start a new career. I then found a lawyer and started annulment proceedings.

One night, after we had served her papers, she showed up at my apartment. I hadn't seen her since I kicked her out over 4 months before and she looked amazing. I was over being angry and was happy. I had just started a new job at an ad agency. I let her in, and we talked. It was comfortable, like old times. We laughed, and she flirted. And then she hit me with it, "I don't want an annulment. I love you. I want to make this work. Will you take me back?"

I didn't know what to say, I was shocked. She leaned in and kissed me. A soft gentle kiss. I pulled away confused. She immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I..." before she could finish I pulled her back pressing my lips hard against hers, wrapping my arms around her as I pressed my body tightly against hers. Our lips parted and our tongues met in a deep passionate kiss that sparked feelings in me I had never felt before, I wanted her, but I was angry, and I wanted her to feel my anger, I wanted to rip her clothes off and give it to her rough and hard until she passed out from me fucking her so hard. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled down on it hard snapping her head back, as I forcefully pressed my body against her and began kissing her neck. She happily surrendered allowing me to rip her clothes off as I kept her pinned against the wall. We barely broke our kiss as I pulled her panties down and forced my fingers into her drenched pussy fucking her with one, then two fingers.

I dropped to my knees and began eagerly licking her pussy. I had forgotten how sweet she tasted, and I lapped up her juices, running my tongue the length of her slit, spreading her pussy lips with my tongue before teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. Flattening my tongue as I pressed down on her clit, making her squeal. I felt her knees buckle, so I continued the pressure on her clit alternating between circling it with the tip of my tongue and broad strokes of my tongue. As I continued teasing her clit with my tongue I slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, curling them slightly I felt for and pressed on her g-spot. I knew I had found it when she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pressed my face against her soaking wet pussy, crying out, "Oh my fucking god, yes! That's it! Right there, don't fucking stop!" She came with an intensity I had never felt from her before, shaking uncontrollably and screaming louder than I'd ever heard her scream. And then she went limp and slowly slid down the wall onto the floor.

I wasn't done and grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced my cock down her throat. I face fucked her as she sat on the floor still recovering from her orgasm. I had never done anything like that before with such ferocity. I looked down and saw she was now fucking herself wither her fingers as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her warm inviting mouth. I pulled her hair, and she squealed as I pulled her up and dragged her to the kitchen counter, pushing her down with her chest on the counter and, shoving my cock deep inside her from behind. I wanted to punish her pussy, furiously pounding her with each thrust harder than the next. Pulling her hair as I fucked her deep and hard, she cried out, "Harder! Oh, fuck baby, pull my hair harder!"

She had never asked me to pull her hair before and it filled me with a raging passion as I yanked her hair harder and plunged my cock as deep as it could possibly go and let loose, shooting my load deep inside her in an earth-shattering orgasm that left me shaking and exhausted as I collapsed on top of her pressing my chest against her back.

The next day I called my lawyer and instructed him to put the annulment proceedings on hold.

Betty moved in and we started our healing process. I believed her when she told me she couldn't live without me. I also knew I didn't want to live without her. But deep down, I knew I couldn't trust her to remain monogamous. She craved attention. She needed all my attention, and then even more still. As we talked about this more and more, I came to realize, she desperately needed the attention of other guys. She needed the flirting, the touching, and yes, sometimes the fucking. If I wanted to be with her, I needed to accept this. We would need to challenge the traditional norms of monogamy and exclusivity while deepening our trust and communication.

For this to work, we would need to be open and honest. No secrets, no running around behind the other's back. Communication, respect, and boundaries would be crucial. When she had the urge for attention from other guys, she would need to let me know, and I would need to have the self-assurance to let her flirt. And when she needed more -- when she needed to fuck another guy -- she'd have to tell me, and I needed to have the strength to let her go and be confident that she'd be back.

So began our journey together as husband and hotwife. I truly believed then that if we got this right, we could have the emotional intimacy and heightened sexual excitement we both craved. It hasn't always been easy. We established rules from the start that have evolved over the years. Some rules were broken. Usually, minor infractions that simply required some reinforcement or a bit of tweaking. There was a time or two, however, when the breach cut deeper, and we've had to rebuild our trust and re-establish boundaries. We've survived it all and have grown as a couple because of one critical founding principle to which we've held firm: open and honest communication. We've found that being open to discussing our emotional responses, our breaches of the rules, and our evolving desires has helped our relationship stay fresh and exciting through the years while deepening our respect and love for each other.

We've discovered and explored new desires and fantasies. Our original hotwife relationship where Betty engaged in sexual relationships with other men as she desired and chose grew from me not being involved at all, to me watching, selecting her partners, creating scenes for her encounters, and sometimes joining in on them. We've explored role play, BDSM, and swinging with other couples and groups, among other desires and fantasies. We've been together for over 40 years now and our relationship is still growing stronger every year. I'll reflect on more of journey together in episodes to come.