How To Be A Hotwife (The Hotwife Diaries 1 - Free Cuckold Interracial BMWW Sex Stories)

Connie is smart, sexy, thirty-something and married. Her husband is desperate to watch her have sex with another man, but Connie's not so sure. When Tom, a young stud who Connie has flirted with at work, reveals he's leaving for a new life in another state she realises that this could be the last chance to grant her husband's fantasy with someone she trusts. But once Connie has become a hotwife, she can never go back...

An erotic short story of 4600 words. Contains very strong language and sexual content between consenting adult partners over the age of 18.

EXCERPT:

I crouched before him and slowly began to peel down his underwear. For the first time in fourteen years, I was about to take another man's c*ck - in my mouth and in my pussy. As it sprang from his shorts, I gasped - it was several inches bigger than Ben's, thicker and wider. It was also rock hard, the head glistening with pre-come. Juices rushed into my soaking wet panties once more and my nipples threatened to slice straight through my bra. I took a deep breath, then instinctively ran my tongue slowly up his shaft. Everything about this felt unbelievably wrong, but I was too far gone to care. I took him in my mouth and began to f*ck him, his sheer length and thickness requiring me to stretch my lips around him. I rolled my tongue around his head each time he drew back, eliciting moans of satisfaction from above.

I crossed my hands behind my back, leaving a clear view for my husband of Tom's thick shaft moving back and forth in my mouth. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene; his wife, in outrageously sexy underwear, crouched down on high heels sucking another man's c*ck. The thought was almost as satisfying as the act, made even more exciting by the fact that this wasn't just any man's c*ck. This was a 26-year old stud, rippling with muscle, who could f*ck any woman given the opportunity. His c*ck was bigger than my husband's. Longer. Thicker. Harder. Better.

I felt him begin to twitch in my mouth and he pulled me up by my shoulders to avoid coming. We kissed again, passionately, hard and deep. Our tongues made love to each other, the feel of his smooth, hard body against mine making me want him more and more. He reached around and expertly undid my bra, letting it fall away before pressing me to his chest. My breasts were crushed against him, my hard nipples pointing into his pectorals, and I felt his hand move down to my panties. We looked at each other, our breathing heavy, and I felt him form a fist around the thin fabric. This was becoming primal. Dangerous. Pure lust.

"Rip them off."