How I Became a Hotwife
Let me say right off that this story is absolutely
true. This is definitely NOT fiction and there's nothing
fake in the words that follow. It actually describes
how I became a hot wife for my darling husband. Since
becoming a hot wife we've had many sexual adventures
together. This story is about how it all started.
First of all I'm a very attractive 46-year-old Latina
woman (just ask my husband or the dozens of men I've
fucked in the last year or two). I'm 5' 4", and
weigh 125 lbs. I have long thick black hair down past
the middle of my back. I have a very cute face; tastefully
tanned white skin, a nice set of "D" cup tits,
a well-proportioned ass, and strong shapely legs because
I'm a marathon runner. I'm also very sexually submissive
and I'll do just about anything for my husband because
I love him so much.
My husband is a handsome black man that stands 6'2"
tall, and weighs 200 lbs. He has long athletic legs,
a toned body and the best looking ass a man can have.
In fact, his ass is the best feature on his hot body
(second only to his beautiful black cock). He regularly
works out because he says he wants to look good for
me all the time. Isn't that sweet of him?
We've been married for over 15 years and we've lived
in Phoenix, Arizona for about the last eight. Starting
around four years ago, whenever we had sex we would
fantasize about me fucking other men. I would lay on
my back with my legs spread wide as he pumped his stiff
dick into me and fantasized about how much he wanted
to watch me get fucked by two or more guys at the same
time. In response, I would tell him about the men I
fucked before we were married. He would get really excited
hearing me describe how their cocks felt as they where
shoved deep into my holes before finally cumming in
my pussy and mouth.
To make things more interesting, I soon started dressing
as sexy as possible by wearing high heels, short skirts,
panty hose with no panties, and either halter tops or
see through blouses with no bra. I would dress like
this when we went out to restaurants or dance clubs.
Usually we would go together, but sometimes we would
pretend that we didn't know each other and he would
stand in the shadows and watch me flirt with the men
trying to pick me up. I had a lot of guys wanting to
do all sorts of nasty things to me, but I never let
any of them touch me.
At the end of each night out, I would meet my husband
back at home so I could tell him about what the men
wanted me to do. Before long we would be fucking like
rabbits while talking about me getting gangbanged by
the men from the club who desperately wanted to fuck
One Friday evening my husband asked if I was willing
to go to a nearby sex club that night. He had asked
me several times before but I always told him "No."
But by now I was curious to see if he was really serious
about allowing me to have sex with other men. After
years of fantasizing, my objections were finally overcome
and I was ready to experience a new twist in our sex
lives! On this particular day I caught him completely
off guard by answering "Yes!"
After he picked himself up off of the floor we began
planning our night out. First I wanted him to take me
to a bar. After all, the only man who had the pleasure
of getting between my legs for over 15 years was my
husband! If I was going to be fucked by strange cock
then I wanted to loosen up with a few drinks first.
Next we decided how I would dress to advertise the
fact that I wanted as much male attention as possible.
My husband loves it when I wear black to compliment
my long silky black hair, so that meant a tight fitting
black dress that barely covered my pussy and ass with
a plunging neckline that brandished plenty of cleavage
for all to see. Underneath was bare skin with no stockings,
no panties, no bra, and no inhibitions! To finish off
the outfit I wore black open toe four-inch heels to
give my body a tall slender sexy look. Satisfied with
my gothic sex slave appearance the stage was now set
and we were off to start a new life of sexual adventure.
My husband took me to a bar not far from the sex club
and we had a few drinks while listening to the jukebox.
Actually, I had more than just a few drinks. I was so
nervous about what I was going to do I got positively
wasted. After a couple of hours and while I was still
able to walk under my own power, my husband asked if
I was ready to hit the club. I meekly nodded "yes"
and followed him out to the car with my pussy burning
By now I was feeling so horny that the only thing on
my mind was fucking my husband right then and there
in the parking lot. As we walked to the car I kept grabbing
his marvelous ass and grinding his cock into my crotch.
It was all he could do to keep from tripping over me!
He finally managed to get me into the passenger seat
and as soon as he got in from the drivers side I immediately
leaned over and tried to "liberate" his cock
so I could suck it because I wanted his meat really
With a mischievous smile he gently said, "No honey.
Let's wait until we get to the club." Disappointed,
I restrained myself but only long enough to slip my
hand under my dress and play with my own wet pussy as
we drove to the sex club.
Despite the alcohol I consumed at the bar I was very
nervous when we arrived. After paying our entrance fee
we entered the club onto the main floor. There was loud,
should I say "sensual" hard driving music
constantly playing in the dimly lit, smoke filled establishment.
Dozens of television monitors hung from the walls with
each one playing a different XXX porn movie. Scantly
clad men and women of all shapes and sizes were walking
around having the time of their lives.
In the middle of the room was a decent size dance floor
occupied by several naked couples frolicking about like
a bunch of newlyweds. The remainder of the room was
dotted with four person tables and chairs with a few
booth-type couch seats lining the walls. Everything
about the place was designed to encourage an evening
of adult fun and entertainment topped off with the scent
of sweaty bodies throughout.
At first we just wandered around checking the place
out. I could feel the eyes of the nasty, horny men follow
me wherever I went. I noticed a room with windows and
a lot of men standing around staring at what was going
on inside. I inched my way through the crowd so I could
see what all the excitement was about, totally leaving
my husband behind.
As I made my way to the window I felt hands gently
squeeze my ass every so often, then the hands would
dart away as if the owners were afraid of being caught.
I giggled to myself at how intimidated they were.
Peering through the glass I saw three couches against
three walls of the room and a king size bed in the middle
of the floor. In addition, there were two television
screens positioned in opposite corners with XXX porn
movies playing. About a half dozen sex hungry couples
occupied the furniture and they were engaged in various
sexual acts. They were sucking, fucking, licking, rubbing,
and fondling each other while totally oblivious to the
onlookers. Glancing around myself, I noticed that I
was completely surrounded by men of every description
- and most of them were staring directly at me. This
kind of turned me on, but I decided it was time to squeeze
back through the crowd and find my husband.
As I made my way back through the gauntlet of horny
men my ass was repeatedly squeezed and pinched by several
unknown assailants. This only made me hotter because
I loved how sexy all the attention made me feel.
I found my husband sitting at the bar where he was
finishing a drink. He had this mischievous grin on his
face as I approached him.
"Did you have fun letting all those men feel you
up?" he asked....