Hotwife

Ray, my husband was on the move. I was several hours away from where he was staying. He called all the time and I went down to town the weekend to spend time with him. I’ve always had a very active sex life and my husband was very active too. We’ve had sex all the time. We are open-minded enough and shared our fantasies openly but never really experienced them. The closest thing was in a hot tub. One night, we kissed like another couple. My husband had one of me with another man. I must say I found it attractive but I thought it was fantasy.

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

I have and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See, I came home from work on an incredibly excited night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along from the beginning and I was ready to catch up, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated like hell, I decided I’d go out when he left and find my own pleasure. I was pretty convinced this bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all, I was too excited to sit at home and rock my thumbs. I took a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer bra), a short skirt and 4-inch pumps. You know those who say, “Fuck you!”

I love my husband. He’s a good father to my kids, he’s attractive, and a good friend. We have a good relationship and we like to be together. Our sex life is wonderful. I never thought I’d deceive him, but sometimes things “come.”

Keith has to travel often, in his work. During such a trip, the children were no longer in school and since I had to work, they stayed with their grandparents. After work, several of my colleagues decided to go to a local bar for an hour. Lance, one of the new associates, was not familiar with the area, so I offered to take him. In retrospect, I wonder if there was anything Freudian about it.

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.