From Housewife to Hot Wife

By Chaz Alexander

Tired of her vanilla sex life and wondering what a well-hung man would feel like, a housewife attends a business meeting away from home. She takes advantage of the opportunity and allows herself to be seduced by a fellow attendee.

When she arrives home and tells her husband about the affair, she is surprised to learn that he has fantasies about seeing her with another man or even participating with her.

So begins an exciting tale of her becoming a wonton hot wife while her husband assumes the role of her cuckold. They explore sexual adventures including bisexuality and anal intercourse.

For adult readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chaz Alexander
• Release date: May 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005409654

Chaz Alexander

Chaz Alexander lives in Central Florida in an open relationship with his significant other of 19 years. Having discovered his bisexuality as a young man, he has pursued this relationship over the years. Several years ago, he met a couple with whom he established an instant attraction. He moved into their home (much to in-laws chagrin) and they lived as an MMF threesome for four years. Finally, before they separated, they even bought property together.Now he and his significant other welcome the occasional male visitor for an evening or perhaps a weekend and explore the erotic experiences available when sharing intimacy with three people.The stories in Chaz’s books are based on real-life experiences he has shared with his significant others.Warning: Each book is an erotic story between one woman and two men. The series contains graphic material that is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18, including M/M/F, M/F, and M/M sexual encounters.Go to my website for a new pdf with examples of all my books. Say "Hello." Thanks.

Book preview

I think we were the typical couple. We met in college. We were both inexperienced. Maybe even naive. Most people think that once you get married all the questions you had about sex and what to expect will be magically answered. I kept waiting for answers but very few presented themselves. I read the magazines. Cosmopolitan was my go to source for intimate information. When I read an article, it always seemed that it was for someone else. The very few times I tried to implement the suggestions, my husband was less than enthusiastic to join me. He always seemed challenged by my interest. I was hesitant to advance any ideas. He was supposed to be the experienced one. I looked to him for leadership in the bedroom. But he seemed to feel that it was all just too much work. We’d end up rolling over. My husband had more orgasms than I. He finally learned to make me cum with oral stimulation. He got quite good at it and I enjoyed it. When I figured he was going down on me, my vagina automatically produced more of my female juices.

He watched some porn when it became more available on the internet. He never shared it with me. I think it might have ignited some fireworks in the bedroom if I’d seen more. Done more. Asked more about what he liked and explained more about what I liked. I think my lack of knowledge kept us in the dark. I’ve wondered how our sex lives would have been different had I experienced some of the erotic adventures that had been hinted at.

We once had a neighbor named Janet whom I liked. She was an attractive mother like me and her husband was a good looking guy who seemed to love his wife. One Saturday night, she came over in a panic. Apparently they were going out and her babysitter had suddenly canceled. The surprising part of the visit was her dress. I had never seen her dressed as she was that evening. To say it was sexy would be an understatement. It was bawdy. I could see most of her breasts right down to her nipple. The skirt came barely below her lady parts. The heels were the highest I’d ever seen. Her makeup was perfect. Her lipstick was a bright shade of crimson. We weren’t doing anything that night and I agreed to watch her children for her.

We should be out late. Do you mind letting them just sleep over until the morning? she asked.

Sure, I said. Where are you going?

Just a party over in Jamestown, she answered.

Jamestown was the next town over.

My husband was watching television in the living room and I saw him looking at our neighbor from the corner of his eye. I got all the kids together and settled for the night. We put some pallets on the floor and let them have the run of the toy box. I walked back to the living room.

That was some outfit, Stuart observed. I think they’re swingers.

Really? I asked. You mean they have sex with other people?

And more, answered Stuart.

Would you like that? I asked.

No, Sweetie. I don’t think so. That’s not for me and you.

Years later, I wonder how honest his answer was. In retrospect, I think we would have liked sharing our bed with others. I think of all the years when our vanilla sex life was all I knew. Not that our sex life was awful. It wasn’t. It just wasn’t exciting or thrilling. I hadn’t felt a different cock since I got married. Before I met Stuart, I’d dated some of my classmates. I’d petted some and I became aware of oral sex and experienced it with them. I’d been surprised by the variety of penis size. I’d given a few of my dates hand jobs. A couple of them, I could hardly get my fingers around. As I got older, I wondered what sex with a well-endowed man would be like. I often thought that if I had the opportunity I might, just might, try it. I’d heard of the full feeling described by other women. I wanted to feel that. Stuart wasn’t tiny but he was in that average category. It felt good but after all the years and child bearing I craved more.

There were times when Stuart had his pleasure and just left me. He’d fall asleep and I’d roll over, squeeze my fingers between my pussy lips and dream of a big dick stretching my cunt. I’d stroke my clit and have a nice quiet orgasm. As the sensations passed, I’d fall asleep still wondering what it would feel like to experience a new and different male organ. It became a favorite fantasy in recent years.

About a month after the baby sitting job with the neighbor, Janet stopped by one weekend morning. Stuart was gone for the day so we sat on the patio and chatted about life in general. Work, kids, and husbands, we talked about it all. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me.

Where were you going the other night dressed like that? I asked.

She was quiet for a moment and then said, We’re swingers. We were going to a party.

Really? I asked. Wow, that’s amazing.

It’s our secret, OK? she said.

Sure, I answered. Except Stuart, I don’t know who I’d tell. I smiled. Tell me about it. I’m curious. What goes on? Do you have sex with other men? How did you all start?

She was still a moment as if she was thinking of how much to tell me.

It started because my husband likes to watch me with other men.

The look on my face must have reflected the shock I felt. My mind’s eye flashed an image of Janet on her back with a stranger between her legs.

You’re kidding, I said.

He says he’s a voyeur. But that’s not all, she continued. He likes to lick my pussy after I’ve had sex with another man.

I can’t imagine that, I said.

I understand, Janet said. It’s an amazing feeling. The orgasms I get are unbelievable.

What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done? I asked.

I love it when he finds a big cock for me, she answered.

How big? I asked.

Janet lifted her hands and moved them apart further and further until they were about 10 or 11 inches apart. Then she made a circle with her fingers in which her fingers didn’t touch.

Did it hurt? I inquired. That’s huge.

A little in the beginning but then it felt wonderful. Hubby’s on the small side so it’s always exciting to find a big one.

She seemed to be more comfortable talking to me about her sex life. I wasn’t judgmental or critical. She leaned closer.

One of the best, she said quietly, was one time when my hubby licked my clit as I was being fucked. I had a huge orgasm as he licked me as the other guy came in me.

How did you do that? I asked incredulously.

The other guy was on his back and I mounted him and faced his feet. I leaned back on his chest and my hubby crawled between our legs and licked us both. I came so hard.

Jeez, I said.

I moved in the chair. My pussy was leaking and my panties were already wet. I felt my vulva slip and slide against one another.

Does your husband have sex with other women? I asked.

Occasionally, Janet answered. It’s more about watching me and licking my cummy pussy. He’s happy with that.

I wondered if Stuart ever wondered what it would look like if I took another cock while he watched. That thought made my pussy quiver.

Janet looked at her watch and decided that it was time to go home. She stood and went to the door. She turned and gave me a sisterly hug.

Our secret, right? She smiled and left.

I relived the conversation over and over. My normal looking neighbor and her husband were some kinky sexually perverted couple. I’d never think of her the same again. I’d never think about sex the same either. My fantasies about having a well-endowed man were a reality in other women’s worlds. There were women like Janet who might experience a big dick the next weekend with their husband watching if not helping.

I went to our bedroom and stretched on the bed. I pulled my skirt up and my fingers pushed the gusset of my damp panties to the side. I imagined Janet on her back as an anonymous man guided his dick to her pussy as her husband watched. In my mind’s eye it was a very large cock and spread her labia wide. I stroked my clit with my middle finger and in about a minute I had a very nice orgasm. As my breathing returned to normal, I pulled off my wet panties and freshened up in our bath.

That fantasy provided many orgasms over the next several years. I finally realized that it wasn’t necessarily Janet taking a big cock that aroused me. The fact that her husband was present and even licked her pussy after she had intercourse was more erotic. I began fantasizing more about him being part of the encounter than I did her being fucked.

During those years of daydreaming about well hung men I read more in my ladies’ magazines about lifestyle couples and how it all worked. I read the confessions and masturbated to some of them. One afternoon after a quick self-pleasure moment, I suddenly knew that if I ever had the chance to live out my fantasy I would. I felt a twinge of guilt. I had acknowledged in my mind that I’d cheat on my husband. I decided at that moment that if it ever happened, I’d make it up to him many times over. He’d be one sexually happy man. I’d come across the term slut wife in my reading and knew that I could be one if given the chance.

Now, instead of visualizing Janet handling a big cock, it was me. It was a never ending source of excitement.

Chapter 2

It was my first trip with the company. As my boss’s personal assistant, I never traveled. Working for a financial services company, we participate in trade shows every so often. There was a trade show in Chicago and it so happened the person that usually works the booth had called in ill and my boss, Jerry, asked me to fill in for her. It was a first for me but Jerry explained that all I had to do was to man the booth, talk to prospective clients and look pretty. I worked for Jerry for more than 8 years so I knew enough about the business to hold an intelligent conversation with a prospect. I’m very sociable, so talking to strangers is easy for me and as for looking pretty, I knew what he meant by that. The financial services business is pretty much a male dominated industry and I am smart enough to know that part of working the booth is to attract potential customers and it’s not the pictures and brochures that attracts them to the booth, nor is it the gadgets we hand out. There is nothing better to attract men than a woman who dressed provocatively and shows off her sexiness.

I like to dress and sometimes I would call an outfit I wear to work, tastefully sexy. The night before I left for the trip, my husband watched as I packed. He saw me pack skirts, one of them being my black leather skirt. He made comments about how men would see me dressed in my leather skirt, nylons and high heels and would come to our booth and get aroused looking at me. I told him if giving them an erection attracted them to our booth, then that was my job.

I had never told my husband of my conversation with Janet. They never asked us to join them and he had no idea that when he guessed they were swingers he was correct. He thought that even if I gave a man a hard-on I would never do anything to break our marriage vows. I had never shared my fantasy with him. I’d never had the opportunity to follow through with my decision.

When I finished packing and we went to bed that night, Stuart was quite excited and we did have some very good sex.

The first day of the show I wanted to make an impression and I wore the black leather skirt. I looked pretty good, wearing a cream-colored silk blouse with black nylons and a pair of high heel pumps. Before going down to the show, I took a selfie and sent it to Stuart, knowing it would drive him crazy and probably cause him to masturbate thinking about how good his wife looked being away from home.

From the moment the show started we began to get a lot of people coming to our booth. I noticed from the looks I was getting that my outfit was increasing the traffic. Some of the men would talk to me and call me sexy, which I found harmless and really didn’t mind. By mid-morning I had already turned down a few invitations for lunch. By afternoon the invitations turned into having drinks and even some for dinner. Finally, after a long day being on my feet in high heels, it was about over. Jerry was hosting a hospitality suite so I had to play hostess for an hour or so after the show. I knew after that ended I could go back to my room, probably order room service and just relax.

I was surprised at the number of guests we had in the suite and playing hostess for so many people really kept me busy. As I was doing my best to be a good hostess, I was being flirted with by some of the male guests. Some who flirted with me were brazen enough to touch my ass or brush against me. In a way, it was fun and I admit some of it aroused me a bit. I figured it was all in fun and even did a little flirting back. Jerry had pre-arranged dinner with a potential client so I was free after we shut the room down. A couple of the men in the suite tried desperately to get me to have dinner and I gave it some serious thought, but I was truly looking forward to just going back to my room and relaxing.

I began to clean things up when I noticed a man