I never realised it then, but the day I asserted myself over my husband was the day I became a different woman. It was the day I became acquainted with my overt potential: that I could be a strong-willed wife without compromising my marriage. And to my unabashed surprise, my husband has since loved me for it.
Never was I aware that he had belaboured this notion all through our eight years of marriage. I used to be the meek, taciturn housewife that attended to his needs even at times when he didn't request for it. But since one afternoon last spring, our fate has changed.
Now I am more than a mere housewife; I am a dominant hotwife.
What was it that occurred last spring that brought about this drastic change in me? Simple. I got to fuck his best friend in his presence.
LeeRoy Simmons and my husband, Craig, have been friends since college. They had begun a music production partnership that's blossomed over the years. LeeRoy was a bachelor; his reasons for remaining such were often cynical: he thought marriage was boring. He can be such a cad sometimes. I didn't know it at first that he fancied me until one evening when he went out to celebrate a business deal of theirs, and he made a sly comment about my body. I'd gone to the ladies' room to powder my nose and he was hovering outside, waiting to ambush me.
"You're looking great, Carla," he sucked through his teeth. "Good enough to eat."
"Thanks, Lee." This was what he preferred been called.
"A body like yours has got to be a fix in bed," he continued.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Pardon me, Lee. But I don't think Craig's gonna sound happy if he hears you say that."
"Don't sweat it, Carla. What Craig doesn't know won't hurt him. This is between us, you hear."
He kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss, and before I could register in shock, he had taken off back to join Craig at our table.
I didn't inform Craig of what happened; it didn't seem vital for him to know. I was afraid that it might hurt their friendship. Plus, I needed to be sure of myself if Lee was attempting to hit on me or what. I had no idea he had been checking me out since; I was double-minded whether to be upset or flattered. I inevitably went with the latter.
Craig and I returned home that night and made passionate love. The type of love-making we hadn't done in a long while. Even Craig was amazed by my dexterity in bed, and he couldn't help but climax so quickly. I had to wait until he had regained some ounce of strength back before mounting him once again. This time I didn't let off until it was my turn to cum. Amid my climax, I pictured LeeRoy was the one fucking me. I almost feared that I cried out his name when it was me arriving at my orgasmic junction.
"Wow," Craig gasped after I had settled on the bed beside him, both of us calling off from our sexual exertion. "Whatever got you today, honey?"
"I don't know, darling," I kissed his hairy chest. "Maybe it was the alcohol we drank at the club."
My erotic engines were still running, wanting another round with him, but Craig was already out of it. He rolled over on his side and slept off. Upset as I was, I dug into my bedside drawer and took out my rubberised dildo and went ahead with playing with myself under the sheets. However, I tried not to moan too loud so as not to wake up Craig. The entire time, I imagined what LeeRoy would have done to me was he here. He's very athletic and looks the sort who can go for hours of fucking. I tried to imagine his huge cock stretching my pussy walls, driving me insane with lust.
My pussy exploded with another orgasm then, and I put away my dildo and fell into a satisfying sleep.
It was another weekend before Lee came by the house. I was sitting out the back reading an erotic Damien Dsoul novel when he waltzed in through the backyard door behind the swimming pool; this was his preferred choice instead of coming through the front. Lucky for me, I was there to surprise him.
"Hi, Carla," he waved at me as I dropped my book and approached him. "Is Craig around? I've been calling his number, but no luck."
"Craig has been out all morning," I said. "Some emergency he needed to take care of. You're welcome to sit and wait."
"I don't know if I can," he said while glancing at his watch. "I've got someplace I need to be in an hour. I just wanted to check on him regarding some music stuff."
"What if I insist?" I drew closer and pressed my palm against his crotch region. Lee gave a slight jump as if he had been goosed. "I think I can make it worth your while if you wait."
He gave me an odd look. "Carla, what the hell are you doing?"
"Come inside with me, and I'll tell you." I locked my arm around his and led him toward the back door into the house. "I think it's time you and I got to know each other a lot better," I purred.
I never knew how I came to have such guts to be doing what I did that afternoon, but I almost expected Lee to turn away and leave. Instead, he went willingly with me into the living room. I sat him down on the sofa, then lifted my skirt and straddled him. His hands stayed by his side like he was afraid to make contact with my skin.
