Beginner Hotwife Challenges Novels & Stories

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My chest rose and fell with every breath I took and my nipples were so painfully hard. "I forgot to mention something." "What?" "You're only allowed to come when I tell you to." Shivers raced down my spine and I nodded. Now that was a challenge I was interested in. Theo pressed his lips against my clit hard enough to make me whimper, and then he moved them in circles, exciting me beyond belief. I wanted to grind my pelvis against his face, but the challenge he proposed returned to my mind and forced me to focus and stay still. If I moved against him, I'd be making myself come and I didn't want to spoil the fun.

James said, "Take only the first lady inside. Let her remain here." Lara replied, "No. Okay, come and search me now." James smirked and ordered Lara, "Come over here!" Lara frowned and walked up to meet James, who licked his lips. Lara had bigger boobs compared to Janet, whose boobs were small like oranges. James said, "Hands up now!" Lara raised her hands up, and James, a guy in his 30s, dipped his right hand into her dress and fondled one of her boobs. Lara actually heard James moan a little, which made her shudder away from him.

It was all happening because of him. The situation had only gotten worst. But then one of Kenzie's friends offered me a job, to be a stripper, to join in on their family. I wouldn't need to have sex but I rejected at first. Saying I'd find a job. But as you can see, luck is hardly ever on my side. Because I didn't find a job. So now here I was, getting ready for my first time on stage. I had make sure Carrie was fast asleep before we left and had locked her into the room, too, for safety.

Lily was one of those brainy people who could play on words and make one sentence say fifty different things if she wanted. I started this Impossible Dare challenge three weeks ago. The first week had been Mandy’s turn and she had had to slap the Dean or cough out fifty grand. She had done it in the end rather than sell her car. Neila had had to flash her boobs at Professor Reitman and Lily had had to suck my pussy every night because she had not been able to give a campaign speech naked; tonight was the last night of Lily’s two weeks of cunnilingus. I stared at her, feeling the entire blood drain from my face. I was really in trouble, I realized.

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

"I'll give you one chance. One insane condition. If you want to touch yourself, you have to do it to the beat of my hand. You don't stop until I say so. And if you finish before I do, the challenge is over and you leave tonight. No Monday. No nothing. Do you accept?" At that point, I didn't care. I didn't care about the risk or the madness of it. I needed the release more than I needed air. "I accept! Just let me touch it!" "Then do it," she whispered, a dark, wicked light in her eyes. "Don't look away from me. Stroke yourself to my rhythm. Now." I reached down, my fingers finally closing around my own heat. The relief was so sharp I almost fell over. I started to stroke myself, my hand movi

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

Her best advice was—“It’s all fun and games. Some take the rules seriously, some don’t. You do what suits you. Just like normal sex, you need to be communicative. Try things. Try to enjoy it. If you don’t, just skip that part. And lastly, don’t take it to heart.“ “Come on. Make a guess,” she says. “Let me think.” I tell her. “Collar and cages?” “And?” she prompts me and I roll my eyes. I feel like a little kid learning ABC at kindergarten. “And… choking? clamps,” I wince inwardly, remembering nipple clamps on a sub when I entered the club. “Cock rings… Cuffs.” “Not bad,” she approves but what you missed are… “Caning, cattle prod, cells, chains, chastity belts, chores, clothespins, cock worsh

“Show the camera what a whore you are.” My face burned, but the arousal was overwhelming. I dropped the towel, untying the bikini top to let my full breasts spill out, nipples already rock hard. Then the bottoms, my shaved pussy exposed, glistening with my own excitement. The chat erupted: “New girl’s hot!” “Eat her out!” Tips hit €1000 in seconds. Zara pulled me onto the bed fully, pushing me down on my back. “Spread your legs, Maya. Let them see your cunt.”