This story contains cuckolding, adultery, non-monogamy, hot-wife and similarly themed material. There are descriptions of unprotected sex, risky sex. If you are triggered by these and similar themes, best to hit the back button, and move on.
This piece is part story, partly historical, and part contextual reference. As KK and I developed experience in the 'hot wife' lifestyle, as is likely the shared experience with most couples on this road, we found things that worked, things that didn't, pitfalls, gained all kinds of knowledge, good and bad.
In settling on a title, candidates included 'Bareback Baby!', 'Fakes, Flakes, and Freaks', and a range of other possibilities - I settled on 'Shopping For Cock' for a variety of reasons.
We all have hobbies, some more interesting than others. I suppose it's fair to characterize KK's 'hobby' as having sex with strange men, as many as she's able. As is often true in good relationships, couples who have shared interests and hobbies tend to have stronger relationships.
Within the first rough eighteen-months or so of venturing down the 'hot wife' road, KK went through numerous twists and turns emotionally. There were several guilt phases, with peaks, plateaus, and dips. KK often suffered regret, or fear that I might be ultimately using her sexual freedom as an excuse for fucking other women - something she found intolerable.
There was also 'the slut thing', KK's feeling that she was 'too slutty', sometimes coupled to embarrassment or remorse about her uninhabited enjoyment of a stranger's cock, coupled with what I might think about things I'd witnessed her doing.
I had my ups and downs along the way. Issues ranging from concerns about KK having unprotected sex with strangers, to watching her kiss another man were among the rough spots. There was a period of time in which KK was absolutely insatiable. She would hook up with an encounter partner three to four times a week, sometimes even two or three in a single day, hopping from hotel room, house, apartments, and sometimes cars or outdoor venues to feed her lust.
Of course I had the obvious objections and concerns. That was especially true during KK's 'insatiable' phase. We tried things that didn't work; essentially me making rules that we would both agree too. That always led to disappointment, frustration, anger, and failure for both of us.
During that time, I figured out that kissing was an essential component of a sexual encounter for KK. If I made a 'no kissing' rule, she'd get distracted trying to follow it, because her natural instinct and passion during sex was to kiss, or be kissed by her partner (or partners). Eventually I accepted it, and got mostly comfortable with it.
Unprotected sex was another issue. When KK and I first experimented with 'hot wife' encounters, often the sex was spontaneous, in the moment, based on KK's mood, and the availability of an encounter partner. The immediacy of her picking up a guy in a hotel bar for example - we didn't always have condoms.
KK has always had a mild to moderate latex allergy. Even though there are a variety of non-latex condoms available, there was another issue, sort of out of habit, embedded in experience of a couple of decades of skin-on-skin married sex - neither of us liked condoms. They tended to irritate KK's genitals, even non-latex, even with lube. In talking through stuff with her, there was something more complex.
I recall a specific conversation with KK on the topic. I was trying to reason with her, rationalizing that maybe we should start using condoms in an encounter. KK said, "Would you use a rubber? If you make the other guy use a rubber, then you should too..."
I said, "But baby, we're married. I don't need a condom with you. Besides, I don't like 'em - they cut off so much sensitivity!"
KK retorted, "Maybe the other guy feels the same. Besides, I don't like rubbers. They make my kitty sore. And there's another thing. I don't like the taste either."
My response was measured, "I sort of don't care how the other guy feels baby - its a privilege to get to be with such a hot babe he shouldn't care. We can find ways to not hurt 'Ms. Kitty', and make it taste better too."
KK's comeback was unexpected, "Maybe this is gross and slutty, but I like the way a big hard cock feels on my fingertips, against my tongue. I like that hot bare skin, those big veins, and I love the way a lover's cum tastes and feels in my pussy and mouth..."
I was engaged in an un-winnable argument with KK. It was clear that like kissing, the bareback experience was something she needed as an element of the package. I decided to mull it over, until I had a better platform to engage KK.
The other mounting concern I had was KK's seemingly uncontrollable lust. I think that KK's new-found freedom to be with, and explore sexuality with other men was a form of intoxicant. During KK's 'insatiable' phase, which I grew to call 'KK's cock-craze', she was in my opinion growing increasingly out of control. There was simply no reasoning with KK in that time.
I have vivid, indelible memories of KK in that phase, one that to this day is etched in memory, an event that I recall in complete detail.
We had experimented some with KK and solo dating, but it was honestly pretty rare. I was usually along, present for most encounters, if not an active participant. I wanted to be there, to at least watch, if not directly participate. There was also the issue of KK's safety. But for me to be present was a logistics issue. My work demands and other obligations were in contrast with KK's more flexible, gig-oriented scheduling. KK generally had more free time than I did, especially during day time hours.
The week after a Valentines Day holiday, KK was feeling particularly amorous, in need of some strange cock - KK was almost to the point of climbing the walls with desire, in need of the 'special feeling', the attention KK craved that's part of an encounter with a strange man.
I got a call from KK before lunch time on a Wednesday, while I was still at work. KK said, "I'm going out this afternoon, probably won't be home until late. There's a convention downtown, and I am going to a meeting."
I was caught off balance - I asked her, "What convention? I didn't know you had a meeting... there was nothing on your calendar when I checked this morning."
KK said, "It's not a business meeting. It is a fun-time meeting, for me, OK? I'm leaving about 3:00pm, so I have to go get ready. I won't be home until late, I'll call you or text you to check in. Don't worry. It's all arranged."
I paused, finally saying, "Well then - I guess it's all arranged. Do you need a ride? You're not going to drink and drive are you?"
KK retorted, "No! I'm not going to drink and drive. He's sending a car for me."
I shot back, still feeling off balance, "Sending a car? Who's 'he?' Anyone I need to know about?"
KK fired back, "No, nobody you need to worry about dear. I'll be fine. Don't wait up."
With that, the call ended.
After I got off the phone, thinking about it all, I made some excuses, clearing my calendar for the remainder of the day. I left during the lunch hour, headed home, hoping to catch KK well ahead of her 3:00pm departure.
About five minutes after I got onto the freeway, traffic ground to a halt. I was stuck in traffic for almost an hour and a half, due to a collision a few miles ahead. I couldn't get off the highway, as I was grid-locked between exits, in the left center lane, with no way to maneuver. I called KK a couple of times, but got no answer.
When the traffic jam broke up, I sped home like a mad-man, managing to pull into the driveway around 2:40pm. I made a dash inside, still hoping KK would be home, so that I could at least talk to her, and get some details about what was going on.
Finding KK in the master bath, she was putting the finishing touches on her make-up. KK standing in front of the mirror, looked absolutely stunning. KK was wearing a black leather and lace basque top, sleeveless and shoulder-less. The top pushed her big tits up, creating a wonderfully sexy, but entirely inappropriate amount of cleavage.
I recognized the outfit; one I'd bought for her quite some time ago, after her last pregnancy. She was feeling down about her post-pregnancy physical appearance - unattractive, not sexy. I found a sitter, took her shopping. We checked into a downtown hotel, and I had her get ready for dinner and dancing. I made sure we went somewhere upscale, where I knew she'd be ogled and flirted with by men. It worked, we ended the evening back at our hotel, with KK in high gear, fucking ourselves into exhaustion. I didn't realize she still had the outfit.
KK had on her glove leather skirt, which comes down about mid-thigh, as she was moving around the dressing table, leaning, I caught a glimpse of her stocking top and garter clip as her skirt rode up - black stockings, lacy tops...
KK had on a pair of sexy spike-heel sandals. My cock was rock hard just looking at her. KK had on diamond stud earrings, and her single diamond anniversary pendant. KK had her engagement and wedding rings on - that was kind of unusual, as she almost always took them off when going on a date, or on the prowl - kind of her thing, at the time, she said, "It frees me from the bonds of marriage, and I can just be me."
KK's outfit was almost too inappropriate to wear anywhere in public, certainly not a 'daytime' look - the whole get-up simply said, "Fuck me!"
KK finally glanced at me, sort of sideways, saying, "Well, what do you think? Am I going to get fucked?"
I said, "Oh Hell baby, you aren't even going to make it out the door without getting fucked! What's going on here? Are you really leaving in daylight dressed like that?"
I can still remember her glare - KK staring me down, said, "What, you don't like it? You think it's a little too much, a little too slutty? You remember dirty boy, you're the one who started this..."
I tried to back-pedal, instead telling her how hot and sexy she looked, asking, "Will you at least call me a couple of times to check in, or if you need me for anything, anything at all?"
KK said, "I'm pretty sure I won't need you for anything - at all - I'm going to go get fucked now, so don't wait up. I'll be home sometime after midnight, maybe... don't you worry."
Just as she finished her curt retort, the doorbell rang. KK said, "That's my driver. Such a thoughtful man, sending a car for me... see you later dear. Be a good dirty boy now."
