I'm a hotwife, always have been. What's a hotwife, you ask? Well, on my computer The Urban Dictionary defines it as: A married woman she has sexual relations with with other men, with the husbands approval. Usually while the husband watches or joins.
Please don't blame me for the poor English of the definition, that's what's on their website. Also, I go a bit beyond their definition - I like women, too.
So, I want to tell you how I got to be that way, how I became a hotwife.
Well, I was thirteen. No, not married and a wife, no, just like you, in middle school, seventh grade and for a couple of years I'd had sex with several of my friends, my girlfriends, from kissing to sucking boobs to wonderful oral sex culminating in glorious orgasms. I loved it and just couldn't get enough.
My girlfriend Cheryl, once sleeping over, as we lay in each other's arms kissing and petting after sex, she told me she was no longer a virgin. I knew she wasn't dating so I asked her who the guy was.
"Um, I really don't want to say who it was but it was wonderful. Oh, just wait, girl, it's just the best. We girls have fun and I love this but, oh, his dick was thrilling, just the best."
"I won't tell, you know that, we've both told each other lots of things before," I begged really wanting to know which boy's dick she had inside her. "Was it a boy at school?"
"I'm not telling you but no, it wasn't, I'd be afraid they'd talk too much and then it would be all over school."
It had to be someone in the neighborhood, I thought.
"Are you in love with him, do you feel serious about him?" I wanted to know.
"Well, he's nice looking and all but it's really sex, I just wanted to lose my cherry and he was someone I could trust."
"How'd it feel? Did it hurt and all that? Blood and stuff?"
"Nah, we've both used stuff inside like that dildo thing my older sister gave me, my cherry was long gone. So's yours. But, let me tell you, sex with a guy is fantastic. All the different positions you can do and I love sucking him off."
"You let him cum in your mouth? And swallow it? Is it okay?"
"I love it. The first time I wasn't sure but, girl, I can tell you I love sucking his dick."
My head was spinning as I ran through every boy in the neighborhood, then I asked her, "Is it a grown-up? A man, a grown man?"
"No, he's sixteen, in high school."
"It's Mitch, isn't it?" I asked her; Mitch was her brother.
"I can't say, just forget all this," she said as her face turned beet-red.
"I don't care, Cheryl, he's cute, if you ask me. I'd let him have my cherry," I told her.
"Well, I can't say but please don't ever tell anyone what you think."
So, we kissed and fooled around a little more and fell asleep in each other's arms.
A few days later, after school at her house, she said, "You'll never believe it but, remember when you told me the other day that you though Mitch was cute and you'd let him have your cherry?"
"Well, I told him. I hope you're not mad but here's what he said. He said he'd love to, that he thought you were the hottest of my friends and he'd just love being the guy you first had sex with."
"You're kidding, he really said that? About me?"
"He sure did and he really meant it."
"Well, I'm not on the pill and it's not something I'm gonna do without some kind of protection."
"We use condoms," she said, then realized just what she admitted. "Oh shit, well, I guess you figured it anyway, yes, it's Mitch."
"Well, I understand, hey, he's a cute guy, like I said, I'd do it with him."
"Do you want to? I'd talk with him about it, I know he'd love to have sex with you, Paula, he's already said that. He's home right now, my parents won't be home before almost six."
I told her I just couldn't make up my mind that quickly and when I called her later from home, I told her I would like for Mitch to be the one. She told me she asked him again and he was real excited about it so she set the next afternoon for him to have sex with me.
Was I nervous? Oh, yeah. Was I excited? Same answer.
Well, that was my start in sex with guys. Cheryl's brother, Mitch, was really hot looking especially when you got his clothes off. I just used to love kissing and licking his body from the top down spending lots of time somewhere in the middle.
Cheryl was right about sucking him off. I just loved it and did it almost every time we were together. I, to this day, still love to suck guys off, it just gives me a feeling of power to cause such an outpouring of pleasure in a man. Yes, I love it.
Mitch and I had sex several times a week until he went away to college. After about a month together, he asked me if we could include his sister, he said he knew we did some fooling around, so that began our threesomes when she and I were both thirteen.
So, that set me on the track of sharing my body as a hotwife. At thirteen.
Into high school, I often had threesomes with a girlfriend and her boyfriend, even a boyfriend of mine and his sister. Then with a set of identical twin girls and their boyfriends. So, I was probably one of the more experienced girls in my school.
That continued into college first with my roommate and her brother, a high school junior who visited her one weekend. I had been having sex with her all along and when her brother showed up, she suggested that I give him a sample of my wares and she watched as we had sex, then asked him if he's ever had thoughts about her.
You can guess the answer and she said, now's the time and we fucked him all weekend. They stayed together at least until we both finally drifted apart after college; may still be for all I know.
I did have some fun at fraternity parties, seven guys was my record, at least in college, and I sure did walk with a limp for a few days.
Then, I met Todd, we were both seniors, due to graduate in a few months. It was lust and love at first sight. No, I didn't let him in my panties on the first date, it was the third.
So, was Todd hung like a Belgian draft horse? No, I've lovingly measured it after I have sucked it to maximum and he's just at seven inches and just over five inches around at mid-shaft. Quite nice but I've had bigger.
Is bigger better? Not to this girl, it's far more important how it's used and the heart and mind that's attached to it. Some guys with big cocks just aren't very good lovers. I never judge a lover by the size of his cock. And I found an absolutely wonderful lover when I found Todd. He is masterful at bringing my body to its peak arousal and even beyond. There was one night after we'd been seeing each other for a while when it was my birthday, my twentieth. He told me I was going to have an orgasm for each year. Todd was a man of his word.
So, I was perfectly suited to become a hotwife. First, I wasn't a wife. But it did start right when I was poised to become a wife.
After we were engaged and had set the date, of course, all the planning took place, the days, weeks and months of planning. Todd had chosen his best friend from college, Jon, to be best man. They hadn't seen each other in almost two years as they each moved to rather distant cities from one another.
So, it was to be quite the occasion for the two of them as well as the two of us. Jon flew in several days early in order to have some time with his old college buddy and I was eager to meet him after all the tales I'd heard about the two of them.
While I first knew Jon as my fiancee's college buddy, it seems that they had first met in middle school, then went through high school together before attending the same college, even taking the same majors, electrical engineering.
When Jon arrived, Todd and I were already living together, we had been for over a year and a half, it just made our sex so good being with each other like that, and Todd had insisted that his friend stay with us in our spare bedroom.
My sweetie had been building me up for meeting his best friend and, I know, wanted us to hit it off. He even had me dress sexily for meeting him at the airport so he could see the catch he had made.
I did try on several ensembles before we left for the airport and was really enjoying the reaction I was causing in my fiancee, mostly visible in his pants. Yes, I am somewhat of an exhibitionist and love to be looked at.
So, from bottom up, I was in some rather spiky black heels, black net hold-up stockings, a short white leather skirt with a white thong panty under with a sheer white top which did a very poor job of hiding my boobs.
Todd pronounced me, 'eminently fuckable, ' and as we were walking out the door to get in the car, he asked me, "Why not take off the panties, I want him to see the girl I've got," so when we drove away, I put them in the glove compartment.
I must say, I felt 'eminently fuckable' as I walked into the baggage area where we were to meet Jon. I could tell that every man's eyes were plastered on me and quite a few women's as well. I even got a wink from one woman and a 'thumbs-up' from another.
Then Todd began waving as I looked up and there was a simply beautiful man walking toward us, grinning from ear to ear. Todd jogged ahead and they were hugging when I caught up. My fiancee's friend was tall, well over six feet, solid, sturdy, and, oh, so handsome. I had seen his friend in pictures but, well, in person, he was so much nicer. I was already turned-on just being dressed the way I was, with some of the looks I'd gotten and when I saw Jon, a jolt went through my middle right where you're thinking.
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