After my amazing night with J and the fun I had with G, I was at a crossroads. I really worried my first time being a hotwife was so amazing that it set the bar too high! Maybe G was actually a superstar, but I was just expecting this mind-blowing experience like I had with J. Should I just quit while I'm ahead? After talking it over with my husband, we came to the realization it wasn’t only about mind-blowing sex, but it was also about me growing as a woman. 

As my husband explained to me, while my friends were out partying, I was starting a family. I never got to go through a party stage and just have the random experiences like so many women my age. He said I deserved my party time too; who cares if I didn’t follow the traditional path? I deserved to have my fun too. I realized he was right, and all the guilt or self-doubt went away. After all, like he said, if your husband loves you being sexual, who cares?

Being this way was not my passion, but it was fun. I never once put family aside to pursue my interest but was never shy about pursuing a fun activity.

One thing I found out with my new openness, guys loved my boobs. I was never shy about them before, but now I was glad when people talked about them. I answered questions all the time about size and gladly showed anyone who asked if it was safe to do so. I became a master of letting guys look down my shirt without anyone else knowing.

I still had really exciting experiences! My husband and I attended a recognition dinner for volunteers to an organization we worked with. Kids weren’t with us, but it was still a group of people we didn’t share our special activities with.  I decided to dress more appropriately with a furry type sweater with a V-neck and tight black dress pants. Not overly sexy but just enough to make me visible.

Eventually, the time came for us to get our pins with years of service on them. One of the leaders of our group jokingly told me he volunteers to put the pin on all of the women.  I smiled my devious smile and said, "I am game." We laughed and sat down.

As I usually do, I started walking around talking to people I knew. This leader made a beeline to me and asked to put the pin on me, jokingly, but not so much. I said sure and walked into the hallway, going into the kitchen area where no one could see, and held my shirt out. He reached down through the V-neck and brushed my boob while putting the pin on. I just stared into his eyes as he did it. As he was pulling his hand out, he turned it around and gave a nice squeeze over my bra, which was one of those half-lace/half-silky ones with lots of skin. I leaned in and said, “Is that all? He smirked and reached inside and pulled one out and massaged it for what felt like an eternity! He started pulling his hand out, and I said he had to put his toy away first, which he did. He laughed, we hugged, and off he went. It was a huge turn on for me!

I went back to the table and told my husband what happened. He was shocked that he groped me, but more than that, I allowed it to happen. I still imagine he thought of me while making love to his wife.

Another thing that happened was our friend, who moved away, came back to visit for a weekend. He stayed with his parents but spent an evening having dinner with us. The kids were with us, so I had to behave, but before he left, when we were alone in the kitchen, I lifted my shirt up to show him my boobs. I told him I was worried he would forget what they look like. He reassured me that is not possible, and he thinks of them often! We both looked at each other, and I asked if he remembered what happened last time we saw each other. He said he thinks about how we both had an orgasm and cuddled together all the time. I told him I do too and wished we had actually fucked. Then one of the kids walked in, and I barely had time to put my shirt down. That was the end of that conversation for a while, but that’s not this story.

After the kids were in bed one night, my husband and I decided we would have a movie night. We ordered pizza. While we were waiting, my husband decided to dare me to put on a nightie and get the pizza. He knew that dares were my Achilles heel. I couldn’t pass it up, so I put this very revealing, almost see-through teddy on and waited for the pizza delivery guy to get here. When the very young delivery guy arrived, he was very shy and had a hard time looking up. Even though I have graduated on to more adventurous activities, this type of stuff really turns me on to this day.

Once again, the urge to take my 5th guy was starting to build. I hit the chatrooms expecting easy hunting, but as all good things must, they turned bad. I spend many nights only to find that most people on them were either pretending or just out to be a dick. I didn’t have any success at all. Guess they had run their course.

I wasn’t ready to just stop my fun. For goodness sake, I was only in my mid-20s! I wanted more passion than just flashing guys and letting a few touch my boobs!

We decided we would try a bar. I dressed in my tight mini dress I wore bowling (from the first story). I didn’t wear any underwear to try to encourage men more. My husband sat at one end of the bar watching while I sat at the other end. I had lots of guys come and talk to me, but none of them really turned me on. I thought I had lucked out when this great-looking guy sat down on the stool next to mine and started hitting on me. He even went so far as to rest his hand on my upper leg, with no resistance from me at all. Once he did that, he got very possessive and started acting like an idiot. When I left, he called me a bitch and sealed his fate. He would be going home without me. Too bad; I would have rocked his world.

Maybe I wasn’t as desirable as I thought. I had all but given up and was accepting that I was going to stop at a body count of 4 guys. All in all, I am luckier than a lot of women! My husband didn’t push me and told me whatever I want is fine with him. He loves me no matter what, but the option was always available. I decided I was just going to live the life of a faithful wife. Until…

My husband was good friends with a very handsome guy; we can call him M. He was about 15 years older than my husband, but they were drinking buddies. M was a groomsman in our wedding. He was paired with my redheaded friend during the wedding, and he tried flirting with her relentlessly, to the point that his wife got very mad.  I guess that was a regular thing with him. As time went on and our family developed, M and my husband really didn’t get to see each other much.

One night, M called and was coming over to hang out. As usual, he rewarded my husband by bringing the cheapest beer he could. It didn’t matter; they drank it anyway. I putzed around the house, occasionally chatting with them. After the kids went to bed, I changed into my PJs and put a robe on over them, then sat on the couch chatting. They were getting quite drunk at that point.

It wasn’t too long before he started commenting on how sexy I was. I played nice for a while, just letting his comments float over me, and hugged them both goodnight and went to bed. After a while, my hubby came in to get me. He kissed me passionately and then said M was sleeping in the living room. In his drunken state, he thought it would be a good idea to bring me out into the living room and make love to me. I was so offended by this that I didn’t even resist when he led me out there. That was sarcasm.

We sat on the love seat opposite M. I took off my PJs the second I sat down. We kissed passionately and proceeded to go into a 69.  It was so amazing, I got so worked up that it was no time at all before I had a mind-numbingly quiet orgasm. My husband spun me around on my back and entered me. 

This position is one of my favorites because it is so passionate.  Looking into each other's eyes or kissing just sends me right over the edge. We are passionately fucking and kissing, but still trying so hard to stay quiet. I was so wet I was worried the sloshing would wake M!

I loved this, but I was starting to get worried M would wake up! I know what my man needs, so I took charge and had him lie on his back and mounted him. I was so wet, he slid right in. I started going up and down really slowly.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw M move a little. I turned my head and saw he was watching us! I quickly turned away, but then thought, fuck it, and turned back to look him straight in the eye and smiled. I figured if he is going to watch us, I am giving him a show!

I sat down fully on my hubby and started grinding.  Still giving my husband the illusion that Mark was sleeping, I was quietly moaning. I grabbed both my boobs and started playing with them, leading to twisting my nipples and eventually licking them. I felt so naughty!

I leaned down and hand-fed my nipples into my husband's mouth. He didn’t disappoint and started to nibble and then suck on them. This usually sends me over the edge, but with M watching, I had a fantastic orgasm, then sent my husband into a strong orgasm! He took forever to finish cumming in me!

I climbed off, turned my back to M, bent over, and kissed my husband. I felt like a dirty little slut bending over and letting him see my husband's cum dripping out of me, but I needed to do it. I then stood up and walked into our bedroom with a real subtle bounce to make my chest jiggle. I looked directly at Mark as I went by. I then hopped into the shower just in case I needed to be clean.

I climbed out of the shower and then realized I forgot my PJs in the living room. I debated going back out to get them, but grabbed a red silk button-down shirt and put a black pair of panties on instead. My husband and I giggled and held each other, but he was out in a matter of minutes.

I, on the other hand, was still replaying our dangerous activity in my head. I just couldn’t get the thought of me looking into M’s eyes while fucking my husband. I even smiled, like a dirty whore! I was so worked up I almost started playing with myself! Right as I was reaching between my legs, I heard M start to walk through the house.

What if he were leaving? Was he drunk and then going to drive? Would I be a bad hostess if I let him leave, especially if he were too drunk to drive? I decided I'd better go make sure he wasn’t leaving.

I walked out in just my button-up nightshirt that just goes to the top of my thighs, right as he was sitting down on the couch and putting his shoes on. I sat down next to him, letting the hem of the shirt rise to my crotch, and asked if he was going to leave. He said yes; he had to get home. I asked him if he was safe to drive, and he said he wasn’t that bad. I told him he should wait to leave until the buzz wore off. He said if he stays any longer, he is going to fall asleep since he has been up almost 24 hours.

It was then that I noticed the giant wet spot on his crotch. I looked into his eyes and said, “I will make sure you don’t fall asleep!" I unbuttoned my shirt and spread it just enough so he could see the bottom curve of my chest, and then I lay my leg over his.

He looked back and asked, "Are you sure? What about…" I grabbed his hand and placed it directly in between my breasts and said that I was sure.

He let his hand linger there while he eyed my body up and down. Then he started rubbing my shoulders, saying how sexy my nightshirt was. He leaned over and kissed me on my mouth. It wasn’t long before his hands were exploring my almost naked body and our tongues were playing peek a boo.

His lips led down my neck, nibbling and biting along the way. He eventually spread my shirt and found my boobs. He spent a lifetime enjoying every inch of them. He spent a long time on my nipples, just twirling them with his tongue.

I grabbed his head and led him back to my waiting mouth. I had my tongue in his mouth before our lips touched. I worked my hands inside his shirt and pulled it over his head. Next, my hands worked their way down to his belt line and in short order had his pants unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped. I soon figured out the wet spot on his crotch was from being overly excited and not from peeing himself. Poor guy needed cleaning, and I had no problem at all licking him clean.

I got down off the couch onto my knees and pulled his pants off. Then I took him in my mouth and started giving him a blowjob. I took him out of my mouth and ran my tongue down him until I was suckling his balls while rubbing his shaft on my cheeks. I studied his cock while slowly kissing up and down his shaft.

I realized I enjoy BJs more without a condom than with one on. Then I realized I forgot a condom and thought, Well, I have known him since before my wedding, so I am sure he is safe. At that point, I couldn’t have stopped unless a freight train came between us!

I stood up and removed my shirt, so I was just in my black panties. He devoured me with his eyes as he reached out, hooking his finger in and sliding my panties off. To me, that is the sexiest thing. As I kicked them out from under me, he grabbed me and laid me down on my back. He didn’t waste any time in lapping up my juices that were pouring out between my legs.  He was ok, but my husband was better. I played with my nipples and had a decent orgasm.

Even if I had a condom, I wouldn’t have had time to put it on him! In one motion, he was out from between my legs, moved up to kiss me, and was inside me. Before I knew anything was happening, I was cleaning his juices off his face with my mouth, and there were a lot of them!

He was pumping into me pretty hard, right from the beginning. My tits were bouncing very hard up and down; I had to reach my hand across them to keep them from hurting. I figured since my hands were there, I started playing with them like I like them to be played. Funny how I used to be so shy about pleasing myself....

M was more dominant than I usually like. Then he did something I had never done before. He grabbed both of my hands and forced them above my head, and held my wrists while he pounded away at me. It felt so rough, raw, and animalistic. It wasn’t making love to me or having sex; he was fucking me! My first thought was to get my hands free, so I started fighting him, and after a few attempts, I felt something building inside me, and I had a huge orgasm that made me unable to control myself. My hips were moving wildly against him. I was sweating bullets and out of breath.

As the orgasm started to subside, I got myself a little under control, at least noise-wise. Thankfully, I didn’t wake anyone.

It’s so weird for me to be so graphic, but I have no other way to describe what he was doing to me. I felt every stroke inside me, the way he sucked on my nipples, the way he devoured my mouth and tongue. It was so powerful, and he made me feel like he had been wanting to fuck me for a long time. I loved every hard thrust he gave me!

Don’t get me wrong, I like passionate lovemaking, but I guess I like to get fucked! What a great awakening!

We had to take a short break. I needed some water. I no sooner walked back in the room, and he was back inside me, pounding away. He was definitely in control, and I liked it. He was pounding me, and I was meeting every thrust with my hips. I ended up having one more orgasm before he said he was going to cum. I reached around and grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside me, not leaving any doubt where I wanted him to cum. I felt every twitch and shot as he came in me; it was almost like a jet of water—he came so hard! I definitely prefer no condoms!

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me. We were both spent. We lay there, not really cuddling, but just trying to catch our breath. He told me he has wanted to do that since the first time we met. He couldn’t stop thinking about fucking me when he saw me in my wedding dress. I asked how long he had been watching, and he said he woke up just before I looked at him. He thought things were done when I turned away, but when I looked back and smiled, he knew I was a wild one. We kissed one more time, and then he climbed off me.

He got dressed. I partially buttoned up my shirt I still had, and I walked him to the door. He asked to see me naked one more time, and I happily obliged. I took the shirt off all the way and stood in the doorway watching him until he got into his car and drove away.

As I lay in bed, I replayed the whole thing. Every once in a while, I felt between my legs just to see how much was leaking out of me, and it surprised me how much cum was leaking out! I fell asleep smiling with thoughts of my legs up in the air and my thighs giving a little jiggle with every pump.

The next day I slept in. I went to go take a shower and realized I had some bruising and a few love marks on my chest. I guess things got a little wild. After I toweled off, I called my husband into the bedroom and asked him if he knew how I got them.  He started apologizing for getting too rough. His jaw hit the floor when I told him they weren’t from him!  He had no clue. Poor guy had to wait until that night before I could share details, and then he had to be pleasured in other non-traditional ways because I was just too sore for sex. He didn’t complain too much; he is a trooper.

A few weeks later, guess who was at the door again. This time, I took the time to get all dolled up. I put on a halter top and some tight shorts and sat between the guys while watching a movie. One thing led to another, and pretty soon I was naked, and my husband was on top of me while I was lying in M’s lap. He played with my chest but didn’t participate. Afterwards, I figured I would play with M, so I just stayed naked, watching the movie under a blanket.

I snuggled up to M. He put his arm around me, and I put my head in his chest while rubbing his body. He took the opportunity to massage my nipples.

When hubby left us alone, I pulled M on top of me, and we made out while dry humping. Soon we were both naked, and he was in my mouth. This time, I swallowed him since he didn't want sloppy seconds.

Hubby came back down, and I was so comfortable that I stayed naked while we finished the movie. Both guys were touching me wherever they wanted! It felt so good, but the night came to an end.

Over the next few years, M and I fucked a few more times, but he started to get too pushy. The final straw was when he told me he was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not. My husband made him leave, and we never had him over again.

My time with M was amazing, though. He was the first, outside my husband, that I had sex with and didn’t use a condom.  I had so much fun giving him complete control of my body and really enjoyed the raw, animalistic, fucking side of sex that I never experienced.

I was up to a respectable 5 guys, and all I could think of was what I was going to learn next!