Author's note: I was recently contacted by a reader named Toni, who asked if I would be interested in writing the true story of her life as a hotwife. I found her story intriguing enough to inspire me.
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Toni stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror wearing nothing but a dirty grin. The next day was her forty-fifth birthday, and she and her husband, Pat, were planning to celebrate that night with a nice dinner and some drinks afterward. Pat had insisted that she open her present early. It was folded neatly on the bed beside her.
She picked up the tiny denim skirt. There was no way it would cover her, she thought. She held it up against her hips and looked into the mirror. Perhaps she could pull it off after all. She had to admit, she looked damn good for a woman her age. Hell, she looked better at forty-five than she did at thirty-five. All that time in the gym, and watching what she ate, had paid off.
She gingerly stepped into the skirt, taking care not to smudge the lotion on her freshly-shaved legs onto the fabric. She fastened the skirt with plenty of room to spare. Maybe Pat knew her better than she knew herself. She examined herself in the mirror, turning from side to side. The skirt was very short, but it left enough to the imagination.
Next, she picked up the light yellow blouse that he had bought for her. It was lacy and sleeveless, and revealed a hint of her midriff over the top of her skirt. She didn't mind. Years ago, she would have protested about wearing something so revealing in public, but she had grown used to it.
For twenty-five years, Toni and Pat had enjoyed a loving and faithful marriage. They raised two children together, and endured all of the trials and tribulations that comes with parenthood. Toni immersed herself into motherhood, and took great pride in being a good, selfless, respectable, devoted wife and mother. It wasn't until the children moved out of the house that she began to notice the way that men would look at her whenever she left the house.
She enjoyed seeing that look of ravenous hunger in men's eyes. All she needed to do was say the word, and they would take her immediately and use her in ways she could only imagine. There was an undeniable feeling of power that came with that knowledge, and she dreaded the day when men would no longer look at her with such desire. When Pat began encouraging her to dress provocatively, and deliberately entice strange men to ogle her, Toni came to the realization that she was an exhibitionist at heart.
She couldn't quite understand why her husband wanted his wife to display herself in front of other men, but eventually she realized that it was simply a matter of male ego. Pat enjoyed having other men leer at his wife because he knew, in the end, that she was his. In a way, she had become his "trophy wife", which was an ego boost in itself.
She placed her four-inch stilettos on her feet and swiveled in front of the mirror. She may be forty-five, she thought, but she could compete with any twenty-five-year-old out there. There was no doubt about it.
As she descended the stairs, she saw Pat waiting at the bottom. He inhaled sharply, and his eyes surveyed her from head to toe, causing her to smile and blush.
"Damn," he said. "I must be the luckiest man alive."
"And don't you forget it," she teased. He kissed her with intensity until she had to push him away. "If we don't leave now, we'll never get there."
They drove out to Watkins Glen, New York. After checking into their hotel, they hurried off to a steakhouse, where they enjoyed a delicious dinner. Despite being married for so long, Pat couldn't keep his eyes off his bride. In his eyes, she had never been more beautiful than she was on that night.
After dinner, they walked hand-in-hand to the bar next door. They found a seat along the window at the front of the bar. Toni felt a little uneasy sitting at such a high bar stool in front of a window, but she soon relaxed after another glass of wine.
She was in the middle of chatting with her husband when she noticed that he was trying not to laugh. His eyes kept darting toward the window.
"What?" she said, glancing from Pat to the window.
"Oh, nothing," he said, snickering.
"No, seriously!" she scolded. "What are you smiling about?"
He leaned in over the table, and she followed his lead. "I've counted at least half a dozen guys," he whispered, "who have come to the window to look at the menu."
She slowly looked to her left, and saw a menu posted to the window.
"So?" she said.
"So...I don't think they're looking at the menu."
She gave him a perplexed look. Then, suddenly, it dawned on her. Months ago, when Pat first began requesting her to dress more provocatively in public, he asked that she not wear any panties. She protested at first, but eventually relented. Since then, it had become part of her daily routine to go "commando."
"You don't think..." she said. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted.
"I don't know," he said. "I'm just saying, if I were walking by, I sure would stop to take a look."
She fidgeted nervously on her chair, and tugged her skirt a little lower.
"Go take a look," she said.
He smiled, hopped off his chair, and exited the bar. He walked around to the front of the bar, stood directly in front of Toni, and smiled. When he returned to his seat, he was all smiles.
"Well?" she asked.
"It's a helluva view," he said. "I would definitely take a look if I were out there."
Toni blushed, and hid her face in her hands.
"Oh, stop it," he said. "You know you love it! Just embrace the fact that you're a fucking hottie and let these poor bastards get a treat!"
She paused for a moment and looked at him, bewildered. Fine. If he wanted to play this game, she was up for the challenge. She turned toward the window and uncrossed her legs. Anyone standing outside would now be able to get a full view under her skirt.
Pat looked at her in amazement. Was she really going to stay in that position if someone came to the window? She flashed him a look of insolence, took a big gulp of wine, and smiled wickedly.
A man stepped to the window. Pat looked at his wife, wide-eyed, but didn't say a word. He simply waited to see what she would do. To his amazement, she remained frozen, knees apart, fully exposed, in front of the window. Pat eyed the man on the other side of the window. The expression on his face told him everything he needed to know.
The man scurried off, and Pat looked at Toni. She gave him a naughty grin, and turned toward him, crossing her legs at last.
"I can't believe you did that!" he said, smiling widely.
Toni took another sip of her wine. "What can I say?" she said. "If you've got it, flaunt it!"
When they returned to their hotel room, Pat attacked her like a voracious animal. He practically tore off her top, yanked down her skirt, and threw her onto the bed. He held her hands over her head with one hand while lowering his pants with the other. He managed to drop his pants only halfway, but it was good enough. He plunged his hard cock into her warm and wet pussy, and she inhaled deeply with her lips pressed against his.
She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and scratched her fingernails along his back as he rammed himself into her with great force, shaking the bed with each thrust. Within moments, she felt a powerful orgasmic wave begin to crest, just as Pat elicited a loud and sustained groan. She held him tightly in her grasp as a massive orgasm shook her entire body, and her pussy filled with his hot cum.
She held him there for a moment, enjoying the warm and tingling aftershocks. Pat rolled off of her, still fully dressed.
"Wow," was all she could manage to say between heaving breaths.
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In the months that followed, Toni and Pat would often go out to bars and restaurants with Toni dressed provocatively. She grew a little bolder each time, allowing men to look at her a little longer, and crossing and uncrossing her legs a little slower. It provided such a rush of adrenaline for both of them, and they would hurry home and attack each other as soon as they returned home.
When the next door neighbors threw their annual Fourth of July party, Pat encouraged Toni to dress in her sluttiest attire. She hesitated for only a moment, worried about dressing that way in front of people she knew, but eventually she relented. When they walked through the door of the neighbor's house, Toni couldn't help but smile in reaction to the stunned expressions on the husbands' faces as well as the piercing looks she received from their wives.
The beer and wine flowed freely throughout the afternoon and into the late evening. As it seems to happen at most household gatherings, the majority of guests congregated in the kitchen. Toni stood in the center of the kitchen surrounded by a mob of people, and she could see Pat chatting with a few of the husbands through the window. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her ass.
She stood, frozen on the spot, unsure of how to react. She thought that perhaps the contact was accidental, but then she felt a squeeze before it was removed. It was definitely intentional, she thought. She wanted to turn around and see who did it, but she didn't want to make a scene, so she pretended it didn't happen.
Later that night, she confessed to Pat what had happened. She expected him to be angry with whoever had done it, but instead, he found it so arousing that he flipped her over onto all fours and mounted her from behind. As he drove his hard cock into her, he held her ass tightly in his hands, in the same way the stranger had grabbed her. This sent her over the edge, and they both ended up collapsing on top of each other, exhausted and completely drained.
"So, you don't mind that another man touched me like that?" she asked after a moment of silent reflection.
"I guess I should want to punch the guy's lights out," Pat said, "but I feel...I don't know...proud. I'm glad that other men see what I see, and I'm proud that they want you as much as I do."
She snuggled up next to him and placed her head on his chest. "I'm glad you're not mad," she said. "I guess it is flattering. It's nice to be appreciated."
"I appreciate you every day," he answered.
"Yes, I know. But you're supposed to appreciate me. You're my husband. It's different when another man feels the same way."
"And how would you feel if some strange woman grabbed my ass?" he asked with a smile.
She paused for a moment. "I think I'd feel proud, too. I can't say I'd blame her."
"I guess we're both a couple of weirdos, then," he said with a laugh.
