Couple explore the erotic pleasures of hotwife sex

It had been a stroke of genius bringing the polaroid camera last night. Though I doubt I'd ever forget the experience with full explosive high-definition sensations seared into my memory.

It was Ridge that had thought of it, my stud. He'd passed it to my husband without me knowing and I'd startled the first time it had gone off while Ridge peeled away my clothing right in front of Carl.

It had been an alien yet familiar sound—wearing a blindfold does that—makes every other sense heightened so the familiar dives into the surreal.

I'd peeked over the top of my blindfold and smiled when I recognised the device, a quick glimpse of my new lover sent the sparks of anticipation coursing through my body straight to my clit.

Fuck, he was hot. More than hot, he was oozing sex appeal from every pore and I was glad I'd snatched a look. I'd quickly flicked my gaze to Carl just as last-minute jitters caught me off guard, and was thrilled to see him staring at me with his jaw set hard and a raw look of lust flashing across his expression.

Jesus, even if the sex with Ridge had been terrible, the look on my husband's face let me know I was in for the fuck of my life later when the 'bull' was gone.

And now, as I lift the little square photographs, I get to see the action anew—from the perspective of my husband. So I know there's no doubt about what a good show we put on for him.

I lie back into the deep crisp bedding and stare at the images one by one. My face twisted in rapture—head thrown back in ecstasy as my fingers twist into his hair as he eats my desperate pussy. And my god, it was fucking ravenous for him. I'd never felt wetter or more accommodating. He curled his thick digits deep inside and I remember every bump and twist as he flicked his tongue expertly over my straining clit.

I'd had to push him off me several times. I'm not one for edging—impatience usually causing me to take what my body needs quickly, but this was for my husband's pleasure not just mine and I intended to make it last.

The same way I'm resisting reaching to my ravenous cunt right now. I'm still tender, lips swollen and bruising shading my inner thighs like badges of honour. I haven't even showered or wiped away the two men's come from last night.

Carls mingling with Ridge's after he'd left. The sensation had been so fucking different and so fucking hot. That glide and drag of another man's spunk coating his dick as he fucked me drove me, and him it seems, absolutely wild.

I pick another photo, this time it's me riding him, a shot from behind, filthy rude as his cock stretches out the entrance of my pussy and the sight of my tight arsehole above, smeared with juices all glistening and enticing. How Carl didn't just take me there and then, I don't know—I would have welcomed it. Two cocks. The ultimate filling, so raw and deep. I could have taken them both easily.

The thought of being doubly penetrated is almost too much and I want to reach down and fuck myself silly, but still, I resist. I buck my hips into the bedding, wrapping my legs into the duvet and letting the corner of that photo run over my nipple which tightens hard.

Ah yes, I imagine what would be more satisfying—feeling my lover's dick in my pussy while my husband plunders my arse, two cocks sliding past each other through the thin internal walls… or… two thick dicks squeezed into my cunt, stretching me beyond myself while I rise to the challenge of taking them in. What would feel better for them as I draw them up and wrap myself around them both?

I love the thought of both my holes being filled, ravished, but then, two men's spunk dripping from my spent pussy as I lie sated and used also sounds pretty appealing…

I'm almost coming into the bedsheets as I imagine these scenes. I want to feel the press of a thumb at my anus, the sound of saliva being spit onto it then smeared in, pushing, pulsing until at last it breaches my tight ring and enters, hinting at the promise of something thicker and meatier to come.

A sweat has broken out on my forehead and I choose another photo before I orgasm too quickly. I want to savour this. Carl is away trying to find us coffee and pastries, but I fantasise that he has been thinking of the exact same scenario as I have and has gone to knock on Ridge's door… invite him back for round two.

My fingers dance across the selection on the pristine white cover and I close my eyes and pick one at random.

Oh my god, I certainly hadn't seen this! Bear in mind I was blindfolded throughout and only imagined what Carl might be doing as he watched… but here I have an image bearing witness to exactly what. I'd been hoping he might drag out his thick heavy cock and fist his fingers around it as we fucked right in front of him. I hadn't been brave enough to ask last night but here, in full colour, I have the photographic evidence that he indeed did just that.

The tip of his straining bell end sparkles with a glob of precum and takes centre stage as the blurred out naked bodies of us fucking acts as a sexy backdrop to the scene. It is beyond hot and I'm actually quivering with need now. I almost place the photo down and reach for my pussy but instead, I throw off the covers and drag the image down over my torso, gently scraping the flesh with the edges as I go, right down to the puff of hair at my mound and tease the fibres, sending chills up and down my spine.

So he did love it as much as I did. The thought of Carl playing with himself during the live show has truly sent me spiralling to another erotic realm.

I pull myself out again, edging my thoughts as well as my orgasms.

I try to put myself back to when this was all just a fantasy, a half conversation after watching some erotic porn.

"Have you ever heard of hotwives?" My husband had asked me and I'd playfully cuffed him.

"Shut up, I am a hot wife," I'd replied and pouted, enjoying the afterglow of a good rough fuck while watching the exact same actions on screen. Only this time, he'd chosen a scene with a voyeur which had made me wetter than hell. He'd teased me mercilessly when he'd plunged his fingers into my slit and found me dripping wet as we'd watched someone watching the onscreen sex.

"Obviously…" He'd nuzzled into that space behind my ear that had me melting and pretty much agreeing to whatever he'd be proposing. Not that it was in any way forced, I love sexy adventures as much as he does but he'd never mentioned bringing another man into our bedroom before.

"But a hotwife is something different…"

"Oh yeah?" I swooned and sank further into pleasure as he nibbled my neck and made tiny nips down to my shoulder.

"Yeah…"

"Go on," I urged as his hard on grew and started to press into my hip, I grabbed it quickly and squeezed when he hesitated. "I said, do tell…"

A hotwife is a wife who takes lovers and reports back to her stag… her husband."

I remember blushing so hard and so hot that he guessed right away that this was something I'd fantasised over before but I just didn't know it had a name.

I tried to disguise my enthusiasm by batting it back to him. "Wait, so you want to share me?"

He kept nuzzling at my neck as I milked his rock-hard dick and he reached to my breast and thumbed my nipple roughly.

"Yes." It was more of a low deep growl than a word and my cunt absolutely liquefied at the admission.

From then on it was our go to fantasy, quickly getting us in the mood for sex whether it was a quickie before bed or a saucy meet up at lunch time in my office bathroom, but we fuelled many a fuck with the idea of me being his hotwife.

It took much longer to actually set it up. Nerves, and worries like—is this really for us? Will it break what we've got when what we've got is Oh So Good?

Honestly, by the way my thighs are rubbing together and my heart is ready to burst with the overwhelming joy of having shared something incredible with someone I love, I can honestly say it's the best thing we've ever done.

And judging by the way my husband's erect cock features so prominently in so many of the photos, I'd say he definitely feels the same.

Should I keep edging myself so I'm absolutely wild for him when he comes back, or am I just his insatiable impatient little slut and should just give myself what I seek.

I quickly take my phone out from under my pillow and ping him a text.

Get the fuck home, I need cock.

And before he can reply, the urge to come is surging through my very soul. Fuck, I need it. I need it right now.

I open my legs wide and plunge my fingers down to the soaking wet furnace between. My cunt is convulsing already as I thrust three fingers in deep without preamble. It's almost enough… I buck my hips up to meet every pulse, gripping tighter, rubbing harder. My stomach hollows and flutters in rhythm with my breaths and I grab onto my tit, pinching hard at the puckering nub of my nipple. Bolts of electric pain shoot straight to my clit and I pull, and let go, repeating over and over as my orgasm builds.

Both cocks in one hole, I decide and fold my pinkie into my palm to push in and stretch myself out, spreading my knuckles once they are inside. That's it, FUCK that's it.

Two glorious slippery wet cocks sliding past one another, I'd take them. My fingers curve and I press the tips into the front wall of my vagina, the heel pad of my thumb firmly kneading my clit and mound.

Holy fucking shit if only the door would open right now and Carl and Ridge stepped through to see me in such a wanton slutty state, hair stuck to my lipstick smeared face. Mouth contorted in rapture. Who would whip out their cock the quickest? Who would ram it home to the hilt, using and fucking me raw first?

I'm sure it would be the most glorious draw. In fact, I'd insist on it.

Carl would be lying beneath me, my legs straddling his hips, cock poised at my eager entrance, Ridge would be kneeling behind, dick in hand guiding it to the same point. No need for lube, I'm fucking swimming in my own juices and it makes them even harder to see me so desperate.

I'd even count them down.

"You ready boys?" I'd say, licking my lips, "Three… two… one…"

And they'd below out a fierce primal roar, both impaling me at once, my cunt opening up to swallow them in, stretched beyond myself, I'd become my pussy, embracing, pulsing, grabbing, fucking.

"Harder," I'd growl and they'd grit their teeth and ram deeper, finding their own rhythm as they moved. "Eat me up," I'd say and each man would bite down on my shoulder, pinning me with his teeth and sucking and licking me into a frenzy.

I'm just sweat now—sweat and love juice merging together as we writhe and twist in the sheets.

And then, the strangest thing happens… A light pierces out from my heart and engulfs us all in white hot lust, and we fall through space together, suspended by pure blistering pleasure. Our souls collide and we three are one, and then I crash back into my body.

My hand is jammed deep in my own twitching shuddering snatch, legs spread wide and I'm shrieking out as my orgasm tears through the fragments of my soul.

I hold as still as I can, muscles tensed up and I eke out the tiniest last drops of my climax, the aftershocks coming again and again until I'm utterly wrung out. I let my body unwind and fall back into the bedding, taking a replenishing breath to slow my shuddering cells.

Well, my goodness, I'm actually giving a nervous giggle at what just happened. I've never, and I mean, ever had such an intense wank as that before. I don't even like the word wank but I can't think of any other word to describe what I just did to myself.

It was amazing. My midnight memories have completely satisfied every desire.

And now, as I hear the doorlatch open, I realise I am absolutely starving.

"Somebody's been working up an appetite." Carl grins as he hands me a croissant straight from the bag, not even bothering with a plate.

"I'll get crumbs everywhere!" I say, launching the pastry into my mouth.

He chuckles and hands me a coffee and I gratefully take a gulp.

The combination of coffee and croissant is heavenly and cram more in, no thoughts of being polite.

"I bet you wouldn't be so greedy if Ridge were still here…" he says a cheeky look on his face.

"I bet I fucking would," I say before I realise the words have left my lips.

"Oh really?" He cocks his eyebrow and for a split second my heart races at the thought that Ridge might actually still be here, watching us this time. I pause, croissant poised, pastry flaking off and look quickly around the room. I'm suddenly very shy and unsure of myself and I don't know why. I put it down to post orgasmic drop and low blood sugar. I certainly was full of bravado just seconds before…

"Is he…" I glance around the room again, a strange mix of nerves and excitement filling my chest, "is he still here?"

Carl takes the coffee and croissant from me and places them on the side table and stands at the foot of the bed shucking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt.

"What would you do if I said yes?" His voice is like gravel as he pulls the leather belt off through the loops and pulls his jeans down over his hips. His cock falls out thick and heavy, bobbing as he kneels on the bed causing the mattress to dip with his bulk. "What would you say if I told you he's been here all morning watching your slutty ways…"

I gasp and lurch forward dragging the sheets to cover my nakedness and search wildly around the room for any sign. My mind is in turmoil but my pussy is flooding with need.

"I think you'd like that very much, you attention seeking little hotwife…"

My breath is held high in my chest as he makes his advance up the bed, pushing me back into the covers as he continues.

"Yes, you'd fucking love it." He takes my arms and pins them above my head, nibbling and licking at my neck then down to my breasts, suckling at each one in turn, pulling the nipples to long teats and letting them smart back into place. He lifts his head. "And I wonder what you'd do if you scrolled through my messages to see pictures sent to me this morning of my slutty wife fucking herself silly in all kinds of depraved and lustful ways…"

"Carl, what?" This is too much! Ridge has been spying on me? I go into panic mode, but it's a thrilled kind of panic, where I know it's not true but oh the horror if it was… but then, this is also mixed up with the deepest wish that he was telling the truth and Ridge would reveal himself and climb up onto the bed just like in my fantasy…

"Shhh, it's ok," Carl coos, he knows exactly what I'm thinking and soothes the worry from me. Adjusting his position, he pushes my leg up so I'm under him, legs spread, wet fiery pussy open and ready. He stares at me and sinks his cock in, sighing out a laden breath as he reaches maximum depth. My pussy juice eases his way as he starts gently rocking in and out, taking his weight on his hands so he can look right into me. "It's ok, next time…" His eyes widen and like that, he is coming inside me. The idea obviously having crossed his mind that his sexy hotwife is up for more than he first thought has tipped him over the edge.

"Really?" I say trying to keep the tremble of excitement in my voice steady as I conjure the scene of being doubly penetrated again and wrap my legs tight around my very, very sexy husband.

"I think that can be arranged." He sinks his full weight on to me before rolling off and picking up some of the photos.

"In fact," he says, studying the one of his own magnificent cock, "I'm sure of it…"

The End