Novel & Cerita Becoming A Hotwife Stories

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He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

Maybe Robert tipped Tony off and he called his wife. She welcomed me in and offered me coffee. I sat down at the kitchen table and she said she knew why I was there. That didn't make it less awkward. Eva served the coffee and sat down. She then told me she was a hotwife. I thought that was a bit conceited, not because she wasn't beautiful but because talking about yourself that way was a bit weird. She must have noticed a confused look on my face because she asked me if I knew what hotwife meant. She then laughed when I said, "Well you're very attractive."

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

he hissed. Obeying, she knelt at his feet, and gazing up at him, tugged down his shorts. The cast on his leg made underwear difficult so he had abandoned it altogether, causing his hard cock to spring out. "Spread your thighs and pull down your thong," he said breathlessly. He loved the way a girl looked with her panties stretched across her thighs and held his breath as she did as she was told, recreating the fantasy he had indulged in earlier. Looking down he couldn't believe it, bratty little Cassie from next door was gently stroking his hard cock and was about to blow him. His head tipped back with a groan as she slid his cock into her warm mouth.

Since I was her legal husband, half of it became mine. Just like that, I went from a nobody employee to the boss. My former coworkers looked at me like they couldn't believe it. As for Irene, I treated her well. She gave me a healthy baby boy. In the end, we built an amazing life together.

He stopped in front of me and slowly ran his fingers down my arm, then across my collarbone. “I like control, Ava. I like pushing pretty girls like you to their limits. I like hearing them moan, beg, and cry while I fuck them exactly how I want. That’s who I was in my prime before I found my wife and got married but since I lost her, I haven’t had any encounters.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “And right now you’re the first and… I want to play with you like the little kitten you are.”

I began telling him the honest version of my story. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ Forbidden Heat 18+

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Jesus. It was loads and loads of money. She opened the other two. "This here is 500 million dollars, I could give you more if you want, all I want from you right now is to stay away from him, you could leave the country if you want to." This was an insult. She was insinuating I was a gold digger or something. "No. I'm sorry but I can't retire, but I can stay away from him. I won't take this." She scoffed out a laugh.