I never knew he wanted to watch. [Hotwife] [m/f/m] | 2016

A little background to begin...

I'm a 24-year-old paralegal in a smallish Appalachian city. I was raised in a strict Baptist home and was sexually "sheltered" (repressed) until I moved away for college at 18. After some very limited and unsatisfying experimentation during my freshman year, I met my now-husband and we were married two years later. As luck would have it, my husband had endured a similar upbringing, and was aching just as badly as I was to experience some sexual liberation. As part of our own private vows, we committed to nurturing one another's sexual appetite and always remaining open to considering new things. As a result, we have become more than husband and wife: we are partners in shared intimacy and growth. It sounds a little "woo" but it has been a fantastic experience.

We both lurk in gwstories and have for at least a year on various accounts. It has been a great resource for new ideas, but we had never really considered actively participating. Until now. I think I finally have a story worth sharing, and I hope everyone enjoys.

OUR FIRST HOTWIFE EXPERIENCE

In my career as a paralegal, I work around a number of attractive, young attorneys with silver tongues, fit bodies, and impeccable senses of style. Very few of them want for self-esteem, and several regularly flirt with me. Now, I have never and would never "cheat" on my husband (to the extent that I would never be physically intimate with another person without his knowledge and consent), but I love to do a little harmless flirting, as well. Generally speaking, it might be a sly smile, some "fuck me" eyes, or some playful above-the-waist touching.

But, then there is "Doug."

Doug is pushing 30, but he could pass for early 20s. I only come up to his shoulders (I'm 5'6), and he has a very athletic build (I have heard he may have played some baseball in college). He's also an eternal bachelor, as he's said more than once, and he's somewhat sex-obsessed. For the last six months we've worked together, he routinely stops by my cubicle and shares stories of his latest sexual rendezvous. As corny and sad as that sounds, for some reason I found it to be an endless source of horniness. Each time he would leave my cubicle, my pussy would be absolutely soaked -- like "I wish I hadn't worn silk panties" soaked.

Anyhow, about three weeks ago my husband and I are gearing up for a little fuckery and we are sharing our latest fantasies with one another. He brings up a coworker of his own, ironically, and mentions that she's super hot and he has been fantasizing about fucking her and me together. Admittedly, I was a little jealous at the thought, so I decided to retort with Doug. I described our flirting and how wet he made me, not really knowing what to expect from my husband.

"You should fuck him."

I think I almost giggled out of surprise. "What?"

"I'm serious. You should fuck him. And I want to watch it."

That was the end of the conversation. Just the thought of it worked me up into a lather and he was hard as a rock...we fucked mercilessly that night -- the notion of a hotwife experience fueling our passion.

I'm going to fast forward a bit here, because this is getting lengthy. The next day at the office, Doug stopped by as usual and we were flirting. I casually asked him if he'd ever had a hotwife experience, and he said he had done it once before with his best friend's wife. We chatted about it for a minute, and it was clear that he knew my ulterior motive. He finally just broached the issue, asking if I was proposing something. I turned red, admitted it, and he grinned from ear to ear. By the time he left my cubicle, we had planned the whole evening out. It was happening on Friday.

Friday at work was torture. At random times throughout the day, I would start daydreaming about the evening to come and would feel my pussy ache and salivate. Doug was out of the office, but he texted me throughout the day. He was excited. I was more excited.

When I got home, my husband met me at the door with a huge kiss. His hard-on was showing through his gym shorts, and he could not stop talking about how "pumped up" he was to be a voyeur for the night. I was never more in love with him than the moment I realized he truly only wanted to see me pleased.

Fast-forward again...7PM.

Doug shows up as planned and we eat a delicious meal prepared by my hubby. There is plenty of small talk, but only darting glances and little smirks belie the elephant in the room. Finally, my husband breaks the ice: "So, Doug, you ready to fuck my wife?" We all burst out laughing and started making our way to the living room.

And then it started...sort of abruptly. I was walking toward the couch to have a seat when Doug nudged up behind me, cupped my tits in each hand, and started kissing my neck. I let out an instinctive moan, as I felt the blood rush to my pussy lips. My hole almost instantly felt like a soaked cavern, barren and demanding to be filled. Doug spun me around to face him, and we began kissing and undressing. My husband quietly took his position in his favorite recliner and began pulling off his pants and stroking his cock.

After some passionate kissing and petting, both Doug and I were down to our underwear. His body looked better than I had imagined, and he seemed almost intimidating. Nonetheless, he was a gentle giant, and slowly picked me up and sat me on the armrest of the couch, facing him. I pulled off my bra over my head (fuck unhooking it!) and he began sucking and pinching my tits. I could see his hard cock through his boxers, and my pussy was almost cramping at this point. He slid one hand down into my panties, and began audibly fingering me. The sound of my juices being stirred and pushed around nearly made me cum. And then, as if he knew I was getting close, he stopped, pulled his hand to his face, and sucked my juice off his fingers.

I couldn't take anymore. I reached down and pulled my panties to my knees and squealed "Fuck me!" At this point, I swear I heard my husband moan, but I couldn't see his face. Doug was quick to oblige, and he kicked off his boxers to reveal a well-manicured and fairly thick cock. My pussy lips felt like there were pulsating when the tip of his dick finally touched them. Every muscle in my body tensed up as he glided in for the first time, and once he was in deep, I came for the first time.

He seemed delighted. A cute, boyish smile crept across his face and he whispered to me, "Did you just cum?" I did good to manage a nod, and he was careful to be gentle with the next few pumps. Each stroke felt like pure fucking heaven for the next 30 seconds or so. Then I recovered, and we started fucking rough. I grabbed his waist with my right hand and began slamming my pussy on his cock. I finally caught a glimpse of my husband and he was beating off ferociously. This only made me hotter, and I begged Doug to "Fuck me harder!" He obliged, and each pound took my breath away until I came again.

This time, Doug pulled out slowly and turned to my husband. I thought he was just looking for permission to continue, but apparently they shared a moment of telepathy. They both nodded, my husband got up and walked toward us, and Doug repositioned me doggy-style on the floor. My husband kneeled at my face, and stuck his cock in my mouth.

Just as I began sucking him off, I felt Doug slip in again from behind. I nearly came a third time right then. The feeling of being fucked and adored by two men was absolutely euphoric. Apparently, my husband felt the same way, because he barely lasted 2 minutes before blowing a hot load down my throat. As I was cleaning him up, Doug was pounding harder and harder, even slipping a thumb into my ass (which only made me wilder).

My husband stayed hard despite cumming, so I continued to suck for a few more minutes before Doug announced that he was about to go. He had not been wearing a condom, so he started to pull out and go on my back. Just before he did, my husband says, "Go inside her." Just the sound of that nearly did me in, and when I felt his warmth fill me up, combined with his moans of pleasure, I lost all control and came a third time. We all three collapsed on the floor afterward and just laughed as we tried to catch our breath. It had been a beautiful, sexual, awesome experience.

About ten minutes later Doug decided to head home. We all agreed we'd have to do it again sometime, and that was that. However, both my husband and I have agreed that our next experience is hopefully going to be with another married couple around our age. I want to try swapping and even going full foursome, and so does my hubby.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing (and doing) it.