Another true and continuing story in my journey in becoming a "hotwife."

It appeared that about two years, give or take, was the point at which I would let my guard down and allow yet another man to take me to bed. I was never deceived, coerced, or ever forced to give my body to another man. I decided to go for it, and the experience was so profoundly mind-altering that it felt almost surreal.

When I became a married woman, I was so proud of myself for being able to retain my virginity for the man I married. It was my sole objective. Then why did I permit myself to engage in illicit sex in my bed on three separate occasions, thereby committing what I believed to be adultery against my marriage? The fact was, it took me years to realize how much I actually loved sex. In the end, my body and mind refused to keep me loyal to my learned beliefs that the pleasures of the flesh were wrong and immoral.

Danny, the third man to see what my panties looked like at my ankles, was fresh out of the Marines and was a cocky guy who got my attention when I met him while I had lunch with my husband. It wasn't like I wanted to tear his clothes off or anything, but I did notice him. Of course, my husband, being the kind of person who notices the small stuff, saw me stare at him a tick too long, knowing I would come to him with questions.

"I'll tell you what," he said as he put his hands up, laughing as if my questions were getting to be too in-depth. "If you promise not to deny what you really want to know, I'll tell you everything," he said with a smug look on his face.

"The best word I can think of for Danny is probably 'womanizer,'" he told me. "He has an adorable, petite girlfriend that's super sweet, but he still looks at all the tail that walks by as if he's shopping for a quick fix. He admits to cheating on occasion but always goes back to her."

"AND," he quickly said before I could say anything, "he thinks you're hot as fuck."

"He didn't say that, and you know it," I said as he laughed some more while my cheeks flushed.

"Those, my dear, are his exact words. He also told me that if you were his, you would be naked all day as long as he was there and that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you."

"He did not; you're just teasing me."

"You learn a lot about a guy when you work as closely with someone as I do. He did apologize for talking about you like he did, if that makes you feel better," he said as seriously as he could get through his smile.

"I'm surprised you let him talk about me that way; you usually shut the guys down on a dime if they get out of line."

"He meant no disrespect; he's fresh out of the military and still has a little polishing up to do, that's all. I think you like him talking about you like that, though; am I right?"

"Oh my god!" I said. Suddenly, I noticed that my face was turning hot from embarrassment, but my curiosity quickly overcame it. "So, he thinks I'm hot? Is that all he said? Or are you holding back?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Hot?

"Yes, he thinks you're actually smoking hot," Mike told me with conviction. "And, in the months that I've worked with him, I let out a few secrets that you probably won't be thrilled about, but I have to tell you because I think you've been wanting more lately with your new computer habit. I told him that you've had sex with other guys since we've been married."

"You told him? Oh my god, Mike. That's private." I was so embarrassed that he could talk so casually with another guy about my most intimate secrets. I couldn't decide if I was more worried that he would try to share me again or more scared that he wouldn't.

"Sorry, I just thought he should know how lucky he is to have your attention," Mike explained. "I won't bring it up again if it makes you uncomfortable, but we both know that it turns you on."

The "habit" my husband referred to was that I had stumbled into some chat rooms and had found that I could converse with anonymous men. In fact, it became common for me to take part in cybersex with them when he was working late. I believed he would be furious since I felt like I had been cheating on him with the men in the chats. When I finally fessed up, his reaction was surprising.

My husband was, and still is, very secure in himself. He believed that there was no harm in me fantasizing with these people, as long as it didn't negatively affect our relationship. "Now I know why you've been so randy lately," he told me. Whenever he came home after my online chat sessions, I was always ready for some intense, steamy sex. He figured as long as he was the one reaping the benefits, why not go for it?

More often, the men would ask if I was playing with myself, but at the time, even the pleasure of masturbation seemed taboo to me, so I would say yes, but was usually fully dressed. However, as I continued to talk, I became braver, eventually reaching a point where my pants and panties were around my knees while I masturbated furiously to the stranger's desires.

When I had my first real orgasm through cybersex, I was so surprised and embarrassed that I shut off the computer, thinking that I had done something wrong, but the next night I would be at it again. I was so drawn to the excitement of knowing that other men wanted me that it became a regular occurrence.

One night, Mike and I were in bed, and he was getting me riled up. "I know you're embarrassed that I told Danny about you having sex with others, but I think you secretly want him and that you want an excuse to be able to have sex with him," Mike told me. I looked at him as if he had two heads as he told me, "You know you have my permission."

How my husband could be so patient still baffles me. In four years, I had sex with two men multiple times; now I was balking at the idea of having sex with Danny. It wasn't as if I was trying to act innocent by any means. I mean, I was at home masturbating to complete strangers who wanted to do dirty, filthy things to me, and I was getting off on it.

"You need to figure out if you love sex as much as I know you do, or you can continue to deny how wet you become when we bring the idea of other men into bed," Mike argued. He reminded me of the intensity of my orgasms and how oblivious to my surroundings I would become due to the heightened arousal I experienced when the guys kissed me for the first time.

"I know he would love to see how you engage with the men in your chat rooms and how much they turn you on. Watching you masturbate would make his year." My mind raced with conflicting emotions at the thought of another man watching as I pleasured myself in front of the computer.

"Nobody wants to see that," I said, knowing that it was a complete lie.

"He would love to see you cum as you finger yourself," he told me as he slipped two fingers inside, almost instantly sending me over the edge. The intensity of the orgasm overwhelmed me as I let go and surrendered to the thought of exposing myself to the eyes of a real man.

Mike didn't mention the idea of Danny watching for several days because he knew I was subconsciously considering it. He knew I wouldn't let it go and allowed the desire to build until I finally had to say something.

"What would you do with Danny?"

Mike was smooth and didn't seem to show any emotion or reaction to my question, as if I had just asked what the weather was going to be like tomorrow.

"I would bring him home after work, I suppose. You could be on the computer, and we could just walk in on you."

Not another word about it was said for a few more days. "When would you do it?"

"We work together, Friday," Mike said.

I didn't say anything; I didn't need to. The tension grew as the days passed until Friday, when Mike followed through with his plan to bring Danny home after work. The situation unfolded in a way that I never could have predicted, but the day didn't come without a lot of apprehension. I truly had no intention of doing anything with him, but I also couldn't deny the excitement of someone watching as I did something that just a year ago would have been considered obscene and perverse.

As the week proceeded, I had stated my rules. Under no circumstances would I have sex with Danny, and there was to be no intimate touching. He could come in and watch me participate in erotic chatting, but I would have my clothes on at all times. "I guess I could let him masturbate," I also told him.

"That's not good enough, and you know it," he told me. "You can't expect a man to be satisfied by simply pulling himself out and jerking off when you invite him to watch a beautiful woman masturbate."

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"He's really eager to see your breasts; show them to him and let him touch them. Remember how you used to let me cum on your tits? Let him have at least that."

"Fine, I'll give him that, but take it or leave it," I told him, knowing that my history of being easily seduced didn't give me confidence in my ability to remain steadfast.

Before the night came, in my mind, I did finally give in to one more concession. I figured just in case I wasn't strong enough to hold back, I could potentially use my mouth on Danny's cock until he was ready to cum, and then he could finish on my breasts.

Mike finally called to let me know that he was on his way. "Danny just needs to run home for a few, and we'll be over," he said to me. I realized that Danny most likely wanted to have a quick shower. "Kara, this is your last opportunity. If you want to back out, tell me now," Mike told me, holding the silence so I could have time to think about what I was going to do.

"Just don't be too long," I told him in return. What I did not confess to my husband was that I had already experienced a few orgasms and was engaging in conversation with another man who expressed an interest in fulfilling the fantasies I had previously imagined. My pussy was throbbing as I stroked my clit before deciding to stop until Mike came home. Stopping was probably the worst decision I made that night. If I had masturbated to orgasm one more time, maybe I would have been able to have some semblance of self-control.

The longer they took, the more nervous I became, to the point where I might have a panic attack. "What was I thinking? Was I actually going to go through with this?" I thought. "Was I really going to masturbate in front of another man?"

They weren't coming over to watch a movie, as my husband did with his best friend and, eventually, my first lover; Danny was going to watch me get off and cybersex with other men.

If Danny was really curious about how it all worked, we could just talk, but I knew that wasn't what they wanted. They wanted to see how far I would go, to see if I would have the guts to actually play around with the guys online while someone else was in the same room. After a while I even talked myself out of masturbating for them. But that was before they arrived. It's funny how the mind and body can fight with each other, and if history has taught me anything, my body's urgent needs always win.

The beat of my heart was racing in my chest from excitement and nervousness when I heard two cars pull in front of our house, especially after telling somebody online that two men were coming over. To make matters worse, to keep the other man's fantasies going, I had informed him that they were going to do dirty things to me while I chatted with the person. Of course, that was pure fiction, because I knew I was going to make it all up simply to have something to talk about as the guys watched.

Before they had walked in, my pants had been at my knees and my shirt had been pulled up over my breasts as I touched myself, figuring I could shock them when they came in the door, but I chickened out at the last second and rushed to get myself together.

When Mike saw the lust in my eyes, they told him that I had been up to something. "Good to see you. Did we interrupt anything?" Mike asked as he looked at the computer with all of the private messages that I had opened. Danny came over and gave me a hug, saying, "You smell really good."

"Oh my god," I thought. I must have smelled like pure pheromones at that moment, considering my pussy was a soaking wet mess.

After some small talk, Danny asked if he might read some of what I was typing. If I wasn't embarrassed before, I sure was now. The person I had been talking to recently was still sending me messages, and because I was feeling very aroused at that moment, I mindlessly responded while Danny watched, saying something along the lines of needing the person on the computer to shove his big cock deep inside my tight, wet pussy. I couldn't believe I typed it and was astonished that I actually sent it.

"Wow," Danny said. "You must be extremely turned on. How wet are you? Were you playing with yourself before we got here?" I knew Danny was direct and sure of himself, but I didn't think he would ask his boss's wife something so direct. His blunt questions surprised me, but for some reason, they didn't throw me off.

I told him, "I was just playing around with some of the guys, is all." I didn't want to reveal how completely involved in my vice I had been. When I spoke, I talked as if I didn't want Danny to take me to the bedroom and use me like a cheap whore, yet that's what I was thinking when I told him, "I was just getting started when you arrived."

Mike and Danny watched as I continued to interact with the person online. "Damn, Mike, if I ever get married, I hope she's as hot and sexy as Kara is," Danny added, making no attempt to hide his interest in another man's wife.

When Danny asked, "Would you mind showing me how you masturbate when you chat, Kara?" My body shuddered, and I couldn't lift my eyes from the screen as my heart again started to race, knowing that everything was about to change. I didn't respond to Danny until Mike put his hand on my shoulder. He didn't say anything, but it gave me a small amount of courage to act on my unrealized fetish of being watched. After responding to a question from another guy, I slowly reached down and unbuttoned the top of my jeans before unzipping them. Slumping even more in my chair, I slid my hand into my panties, feeling the heat radiating between my legs as I began to touch myself. The rush of being watched magnified the pleasure, making my brain slip even deeper into an erotic fog.

I managed to type with one hand while concentrating on my clitoris with the other. It only took a few moments for me to lose focus on what I was typing before suddenly, an earth-shattering orgasm overtook me as the two men watched. My legs shot out, I threw my head back, and let out a growl that told the guys that my pleasure had become real. As I caught my breath, I could see the shocked expressions on their faces, but I couldn't bring myself to feel embarrassed.

"Oh my god," was all I could say as my chest heaved from the incredible intensity of the orgasm.

"That was amazing, Kara. I didn't expect to see that," Danny told me.

Every sexual and erotic nerve in my body seemed to be pulsating, and there was no way I was going to come down from my orgasmic high anytime soon. I had no idea that exhibiting myself could be so exhilarating and knew that the night had turned and there was no going back.

I felt a hand on my shoulder lightly touch me. At first, it was hubby's hands massaging me, but then I felt the hands shift and realized it was Danny. Emotions washed over me, mostly from erotic disbelief. His fingertips moved slowly down my arm before moving back up to my shoulder and neck. My head slumped back against his stomach as his hands moved up my throat, around my face, and back down to my shoulders. Around that time, hubby instructed me to type the words "they're touching me" and send it to the stranger.

I felt Danny's breath on my neck while his hand reached around my throat, grabbing me firmly but not tight, holding me until I felt his lips kissing me just under my ear, lightly and gently biting my skin. The man on the computer asked what he was doing now, and I was barely able to tell him, "He's kissing my neck." Not a minute later, the computer blared at me.

"Are you going to let him fuck you?"

I remained silent, staring at the words on the computer while Danny continued to brazenly suck on my neck, turning me to jelly as he marked me so that I would remember him the next morning when I looked into the mirror. Finally I had the strength to type one last thing.

"I have to go."

Remarkably, my pants were still at my hips as I pushed the keyboard away and closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

I heard my husband say, "Kiss him." My mouth was already open from my heavy breathing as Danny touched his fingers to my chin. He turned my head towards him, and our lips touched for the first time. A moan escaped my lips as his mouth slowly devoured mine; a jolt went through my body, hitting my clit dead center and then traveling to my nipples.

If there was any resistance left in me, I couldn't find it. My hands just lay there at my sides as if they had surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of desire that consumed me. My body melted into his touch, craving more of the passion that radiated between us. I was losing the battle of fidelity and honestly didn't know if I wanted to win.

When a hand reached over to slide its way beneath my shirt, I no longer cared who it belonged to. My shirt was magically removed and tossed to the floor somewhere along with my bra, which I didn't find until the next morning. My nipples were in heaven as both men suckled on them at the same time, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. It was a moment of pure ecstasy that I couldn't resist, even if I wanted to.

As my body responded positively to the men's touch, I ground my legs together while delicate little sighs escaped from my lips; then, I heard a shuffling sound and felt something warm and smooth against my cheek. Of course, I knew what it was, but I kept my eyes closed as Danny gently massaged the spongy head across my cheek, chin, and finally my lips. Another gasp escaped as he traced the moist fluid onto my lips, coating them with his bodily fluids that he intended on feeding me.

Not being able to control myself, my tongue left my mouth, licking the pre-cum like it was sweet honey. Danny pushed forward past my lips and teeth, feeling my wet tongue as it cradled his cock, coating him with my saliva.

Not knowing how I came to my senses enough to say what I did, I quietly told him, "I'll suck you, and you can cum on my chest, but my pants stay on."

"That's fine," he responded.

Of course he knew he was going to be pushing his powerful cock into my married pussy soon; they just let me play the game I wanted to play so I didn't look too eager or slutty in my mind. They could have done anything to me at that moment, and I would not have had the strength to resist nor the desire to do so.

I was hypnotized as I reached down to gently touch Danny, grasping his erect penis and smooth balls as if I were assessing their weight. Of course I didn't realize that Danny had deprived his girlfriend of any sex for a full week just so he could flood the intimate cavern of another man's wife.

His pre-cum was flowing from his penis as I sucked him. At the time, I wasn't a fan of cum. But in the heat of the moment, I'll do whatever it takes to relish the pleasure. As I continued to stroke him, Danny's moans grew louder and more urgent, driving me to increase my pace. The anticipation of his release only fueled my desire, making me eager to taste every drop of his ecstasy.

"Fuck, Kara, your mouth feels incredible on my cock," he told me. "Lick my balls; I shaved them just for you."

It surprised me how much I was deriving pleasure from submitting to another man as I gently stroked his penis and gradually licked his low-hanging balls. Danny's cock felt delicious when I took him into my mouth. He encouraged me by telling me how incredible I felt and how sexy I looked with his cock in my mouth as he played with my breasts and nipples, fondling them and squeezing, making me feel so incredibly desired. It seemed that my husband had pulled out all the stops in telling Danny how to own my body.

Thinking that Danny would be shooting his load at any minute, I continued my ministrations until he pulled me up to stand in front of him so he could push my pants down to my knees and to the floor. He received no resistance from me when my panties came off and landed next to them. He then kissed my stomach as his hands roamed over my bare ass before his fingers dove between my legs, pushing two fingers deep into my pussy, eliciting a deep moan from within.

Danny was about to bring me to an orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, knelt on the floor, and led me onto my back, spreading my legs for him before diving headlong into my opening and proceeding to lick my pussy like a man starving. As my hands gripped the back of his head, he was removing his shirt, preparing himself for what lay next.

The previous discussions about giving him a blowjob and him coming all over my chest were now a distant memory as he crawled up my body and lay between my legs, kissing me passionately. My husband watched as I reached between our bodies and took hold of his cock, guiding him. "I need you to fuck me, Danny," were the only words spoken as his cock slid effortlessly through my labia and into my married pussy.

My legs wrapped around his waist, and my hands gripped his back and thighs as he thrust his cock deep inside me, and we both became lost in pure ecstasy. His movements were powerful and deliberate, sending waves of pleasure through my body. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, along with our constant moans of pleasure, filled the room until Danny had to pull out so he could last longer.

He guided me onto my hands and knees, wanting to see my husband, who had been watching, fuck me from behind. "Suck me off, Kara," he said as Mike mounted me. I will keep saying the same thing: there is nothing like having two cocks, one in my mouth and another thrusting into my pussy. Each thrust brought us closer to climax, our intense passion filling the room with our moans.

After several energetic minutes of the men destroying my moral compass, I heard Mike ask, "Do you want to put it in her mouth or pussy?"

"I want her to swallow me," I heard Danny say. "I'm ready when you are."

Mike then gripped my hips tighter while Danny held my head, as if both men believed I might attempt to escape. Suddenly, both of them moaned as I felt Danny's semen fill my mouth, while simultaneously, my husband released his load against my cervix.

As my pussy was being filled, Danny's cum wouldn't stop shooting, and I almost panicked when I finally had to swallow. His hands were on both sides of my head, holding me as he fucked into my mouth several more times so more streams of his hot semen could shoot onto my tongue. Finally, when I felt as if he was done soiling my mouth, I pulled away and was shocked at how much more cum he had shot into me after I had already swallowed once.

Both Danny and my husband collapsed onto the bed as they caught their breath, while I wondered to myself how I had allowed such an event to happen yet again.

The bed shifted as I felt Danny getting off, but not before caressing my ass. "Your wife has an extremely nice ass, boss," Danny said as he also kissed my breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Mmm, that feels good," I moaned. "I think your assistant is trying to take advantage of my vulnerability," I told my husband as I smiled.

"Too bad I have to hit the road," Danny said as he dressed. "My girlfriend will be waiting for me, and she's going to be wanting what I gave you, Kara. Thanks for cleaning me up for her." He said as he touched my ass before kissing me.

Guilt crept into my mind as I realized that I had been part of his girlfriend's betrayal. My focus on my pleasure had overshadowed his relationship with another woman. It had crossed my mind before, but I hadn't considered that we would go as far as we did in having actual sex with each other.

As he walked out of the door, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt for my actions. I would not see Danny again for another two weeks; regrettably, I never experienced him driving his erect cock into me again, although I did find myself on my knees in the back room a few times in the months that followed. Unfortunately, the company ended up reorganizing, which sent Danny to a whole new division.

Thank you for reading; as in all true stories, they don't always end like the reader wishes. I would love to describe how my husband left us alone that first night so Danny could fulfill my fantasy of being taken and aggressively fucked repeatedly, or how we continued to hook up in dark, secluded spaces, locked rooms, and sleazy hotel beds, but that is not an accurate account of what actually happened.

I hope you enjoyed reading about this part of my life. I'm currently writing an alternate ending based on my imagination of what I would have liked to have happened if Danny had stayed.

Part 2 is coming up next…

Kisses, Kara Sweet