Finally Happened. I'm officially a Hotwife.
The ol' 6-year itch. When they told me marriage was hard they didn't tell me about the 6 year itch. The 6 year itch was a bitch and it sure has put a strain on our marriage, or it awoken us.
My name is Sue, and my husband's name is Michael. My husband and I, in our first 6 years of marriage, have already been through a lot. We have been through more than most couples have been through in the entirety of their marriage. We moved a few hours away from my hometown before we were married, got engaged, got married, got pregnant, and we already had a 10-year-old. Mike got a new job which means we were moving back to Phoenix before the baby came. He had a job change, I got pregnant, and we had our 3rd child, and a pandemic started. I quit my job to stay at home with the kids because childcare was so expensive. Then he got a new job that moved us across the country but took us closer to where he grew up and, coincidentally, where my father grew up.
The jobs were to better our family with his time and finances, so it's not like he couldn't hold a job. He was a loving husband, a great father, and worked his ass off. We had our problems, but I love the hell out of him, and he loves me. I was just getting bored, and the stress of day-to-day life was starting to break me down. I need a break from real life. That's when we felt the 6-year itch, and shit got real.
My life felt limited and boring. My husband and I were stuck in repeat. I needed more; I needed adventure, some fun, and excitement. Financially, we just weren't there yet, though, so what could we do? We had a nontraditional marriage, and we discussed threesomes or wife-sharing one night, my mind took off while I was by myself, and he was out of town working. Before I realized it I was texting an old fuck buddy. It was casual catching up at first but it turned sexual. I knew it was wrong when I got that first dick pick, and nobody likes the look of a dick, but it was exciting because it was a different dick that was now hard for me. I wanted it in my mouth; I wanted to ride it, and I wanted to feel the weight of a new man on top of me driving into my pussy, making me scream in ecstasy. I couldn't help but finger myself to a powerful orgasm. The sex was nothing special with this guy and his dick was average. It was the taboo nature of what I was doing that was exciting. Well, this carried on for a bit until I got caught by Mike. The story isn't about that, though. It's about what happened after.
So I got caught texting one night, and needless to say, Mike was pissed. We had some rough days and I felt horrible that I was cheating on him. I didn't know what was going to happen, but finally, Mike sat down and talked to me. He let me know that the texting and sexual nature of the conversations wasn't what made him pissed it was the lack of honesty and transparency and having sexual conversations and sending pictures that upset him and hurt his feelings. Those were things that I wouldn't do with him.
Mike confided that what little he knew of the conversation I had with Chris was turning him on. The idea of me being slutty and talking about sucking some guy's cock got him hard. He even wanted to see the dick pic and how I responded and read the text as I gave him a handjob or sucked his dick. That's not normal. I didn't show him the messages but the sex got hotter. The dirty talk as he pounded in me aggressively, whispering, "I know you wish this was a different dick! Do you want a new cock in your mouth while I fuck you from behind? He would tell me he wants to see me on my knees sucking someone else's cock while he fucked me with his cock. Taking both of us in my mouth and switching back in forth. Looking them in their eyes while I handled two dicks.
I would tell him no, I only wanted his dick, and two would be too much work, but he could tell that wasn't true. He could feel me getting wetter and hear my moans when he would say those words. I don't know why I couldn't admit to my husband that his fantasy started to become one of mine. I started to imagine being a little slut, and it was constantly making me wet. I would ride my husband with a different cock in my mouth or my hand. I was thinking about being with another man, and he got me soaking wet. I was obsessed, constantly thinking about getting fucked while I swallowed a big cock. I just knew he would get jealous watching his wife be a whore while I bounced on him while moaning as a man stood over me feeding me his cock.
I knew it was best to leave that fantasy as just a fantasy, but he was insistent and obsessive with the idea. He begged me to let him read the messages, but I just couldn't let him. He thought it would be an easy way to test if he could handle it because what's done is done. The text messaging stopped... I told him. Once in a while, I would get bored, though, and it would get a little flirty. He wanted me to; he even told me to feel free to be naughty while I'm bartending and share with me your slutiness. I can't share that, though; it's not right what I'm doing... Is it? He's not serious.
Last Saturday, he had to bartend, and often, on busy nights, I would help him. Tonight was supposed to be a busy night so I went in with him. It was fun watching him work, and he loved watching me work; we did great together. Once it slowed down, I tapped out and sat on the other side of the bar until it was just myself, this guy Mark, and my sexy man serving us our drinks. He got everything cleaned up and finally joined us for a few drinks.
I was getting pretty drunk and a little horny. It was just me, my husband, and this other guy. He was my type, a country boy that was tall and you could tell he had those farm boy muscles. That's when it happened. Mike whispered I can tell what you're thinking and you like him. You're flirting a little bit, do you want him? I playfully slapped him, telling him you're ridiculous; I only want you. That got my mind running though. Empty bar, the lights low, and just the three of us. After some time and the three of us flirting had my panties wet.
Mark went out for a smoke, and to test the waters, I gave Mike my sexy look fucking him with my eyes, grabbed his dick, and said should we have a threesome? I felt Mike immediately get hard and I realized he wanted this. Could we go through with it? I know Mark had a gf but who after drinks could resist a blowjob from me? Especially with my husband agreeing to it?? Now I needed this; my heart was pounding, my pussy was dripping, and my husband was eagerly watching to see what my move would be.
Mark came back in. I tried to get him to dance with me, but he was nervous and confused because my husband was there, and the thought of cheating on his girl was tugging on his morals. I needed to step up the flirting. So I tugged on his pants. He "resisted" but looked at my husband. A simple head nod confirming he was good with it was all Mark needed and all I needed to confirm I wanted this and wanted it now.
I dropped to my knees taking his pants with me. So here I was on my knees, a hard cock outlined in his boxes in front of me with my husband on a bar stool with me. I pressed my face against his boxer-covered cock. Feeling the heat radiating off his cock as I look up, staring into his eyes. I slowly grabbed both sides of his boxers and gently pulled them down. His head popped out, and I showered it with kisses. Licking the tip as I gave Mike a sensual look.
I pulled a little lower to reveal more of his shaft, slowly licking what was revealed. I made sure to continue to look back and forth at Mike and break to mark. I could feel myself get more wet as I could tell Mike was getting hard watching his wife be a little slut as I licked a new cock in front of him for the first time. Mark no longer wanted to wait, he ripped his boxers down. His cock sprang out and slapped my face. I immediately wrapped my hand around the shaft and my mouth around the head. An additional moan from my husband pierced the air.
