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My Inaugural (Hotwife) Event
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My Inaugural (Hotwife) Event When my husband first broached the idea of me becoming a "hot wife", I was immediately averse to the idea. "I love you," I told him. "If we do anything, it has to be a complete swap with another couple." But my husband had other ideas. He explained to me that the thought of sharing me with another man, watching the interactions and taking part in it was a turn-on for him. Yes, it was a little scary. He didn't want to lose me. But he knew me well enough to know that I am nothing if not loyal. If I agreed to embark upon the "hotwife thing", it would only be because he had asked me to do it. Well, I thought about it...for over two months. Thought about it, discussed it, perused the messages that came to my inbox here on FriendFinder-x. Then, last Saturday, I took the plunge. I was so nervous! So afraid that the man we had chosen to be my "first" would turn out to be a disappointment. I put on sexy make-up, slipped into a slinky, black, zipper-front dress sans bra, put on some vintage soul music and poured a glass of wine. My husband told me again how much it meant to him that I was willing to step outside my safety zone in order to turn him on. I kept feeling my legs, newly<b> shaven </font></b>and moist with lotion. I felt like a hotwife! I could do this! I wanted to do it! And m husband had some final words of comfort for me. "If, at any time, you want the guy to leave, tell me and I will make it happen," my husband promised. And then our guest arrived. We had chosen him from a short list here on FriendFinder-x. He was in his forties. I am fifty-seven. My husband is sixty-one. My husband had encouraged me to go much younger, but I like a man with some life experience behind him. Intelligent conversation and verbal interplay turn me on. I didn't want a clueless young guy who spoke in slang and mono syllables. And our guest fit the bill perfectly! He had a European accent, a cute face, a fine body, and a cock that was hard as a rock once we got to that point. He was respectful and polite, asking me husband if he could fuck me before even touching me.He fucked me missionary style, fucked me as I was blowing and kissing my husband, scratched and rubbed my breasts as I sucked him, all the hole telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. My husband did his part, touching me, fucking me as well, even spreading open the lips of my vagina so that out guest could enter. I had been so nervous, but our guest was so much fun and so appealing that I started showing him a little too much attention, giggling like a schoolgirl, prompting my husband to finally declare, after only three hours, that it was time for he and I to be alone. I was surprised at how much i didn't want him to go! I really enjoyed the three way interaction! Our guest was a gentleman to the end. "I hope you'll come back and see us," I told him as he was putting on his clothes. "I would love to...if your husband will let me," he replied. Class act all the way! Sure, my breasts were a little sore the next day, and I was a little hungover from all the wine, but all in all...it was worth it just to make the man that I love so happy. And, when you come right down to it...I lose HOW? More next time....Skol! |
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4/26/2019 9:36 pm |
We went through the angst and mixed feelings as well. Hey if you didn't care about each other it wouldn't be there. But stepping outside your zone, with a loving caring partner, is fabulous. I was reminded and told Rochelle early on: "He might give you his cock, but Im the only one who gives you his heart".
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There is nothing quite like the first time. I can remember sharing my wife with another couple that we met at an dance party at an adult motel in our area. Watching my wife get dressed in an outfit that she had only worn in our house was exciting to say the least. Showing her off to the throng of other sex positive, mainly couples was a thrill that I still enjoy today. The tension, the anticipation can be quite intoxicating. Along with some nice stiff drinks that loosened both of us, we danced among the other sexy couples before picking out, (perhaps getting picked up) with another couple to bring back to our room. The couple was experianced and let us relax on the king sized motel bed before making out with each other with the guy showing us his wife as I did the same with my wife. We all came together in a group embrace as he and his wife carressed my wife's tits as my wife began rubbinging his wife's tits. Watching my wife lay back and kiss another man for the first time in our marriage was a real eye opener, I felt flushed and my heart pounded. Taking his cock into her hand, and he was much bigger than me, was something that I remember like it was yesterday, It's funny , we all fucked and sucked for a couple of hours but I can hardly remember his wife. I do remember watching my wife climb on top of him, her hand guiding his thick cock into her before riding him for what felt like a really long time. She leaned over him as his hands fondled her tits and kissed him deeply while she moaned with pleasure. We never did meet up with this couple again but we returned to the motel many times when they had couples parties. Sadly the place closed. That was over 20 years ago but there is nothing like the first time.
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