She Loves Being a Hotwife: Her Pleasures & Experiences

By Emma Jones

"Let's be clear. You do love me fucking another man, don't you? You love watching my bull take me and fuck me like a slut."

"Well, of course I do. You know that."

"Well I thought so too. But then you went and disappointed me by not showing up to watch him destroy my pussy this afternoon. It made me wonder if you're as committed to this as I am."

That comment cut through him like a sword. He could still picture the image of the text she'd sent, and how her pussy looked being stretched wide by the thick black cock she was taking.

Still, he forged ahead with his concern. "I understand that. But I was there yesterday watching you."

"You watched your porn every night. I try to give you a surprise and let you watch me two days in a row, and you stiff me! Thank God my bull stiffed me better. At least I can count on him."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Nov 9, 2021

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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She Loves Being a Hotwife: Her Pleasures & Experiences

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 1

Thursday evening, May 16th

When Alex Edwards came home on Thursday night, his wife Christina was waiting. He didn't have time to put down his briefcase before she'd grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the kitchen to talk privately. Their kids were out back, swimming in the large pool. From where she stood, she could keep an eye on them while she told him of her plans.

You're going to be watching the kids this weekend. I'm going out of town.

What? Where?

I have no idea, she replied calmly as she lifted her wine glass to her lips. It really doesn't matter. I'm going to go wherever the text tells me to go. Actually, you're going to be dropping the kids off at school first, and then you'll be dropping me off.

What? Who's texting you?

My bull, silly. And he's not texting me. He's texting you!

That text arrived twenty minutes later, on Alex's phone, confirming that she was indeed serious about being gone for an extended weekend. He tried to protest, citing his work as the reason her request was unreasonable.

Dismissing him, she said, This isn't a request, Alexander. You'll always be working. That's who you are. But I am who I am now, and I'm not going to put my life on hold anymore because you can't figure out how to manage your day better. Need I remind you I went over two months without sex while you worked and... well, you know very well what you were doing.

He'd gotten used to her using his past indiscretions against him to prove a point when it came to their new, quickly evolving relationship. He ignored it, focusing on the area that concerned him. Christina, I can't always just get away anytime I want. I'm a lawyer. I have responsibilities.

Which is why you missed out on coming to the hotel and watching me fuck this afternoon, isn't it?

I was in court!

Excuses.

I just said... I have responsibilities.

Your first responsibility is to your family.

Well no kidding. But we're not talking about some emergency, dear. This isn't -

A democracy, she interrupted. I'm the hotwife. You're the cuckold. You serve me. Or did you forget how this works?

Well, no. And I wish you wouldn't call me that.

That's what you are. Wasn't it you that said you wanted us to live this lifestyle? Wasn't it you that stopped fucking me and began fantasizing about other men fucking me instead?

It wasn't like that. It was -

Let's be clear. You do love me fucking another man, don't you? You love watching my bull take me and fuck me like a slut.

Well, of course I do. You know that.

Well I thought so too. But then you went and disappointed me by not showing up to watch him destroy my pussy this afternoon. It made me wonder if you're as committed to this as I am.

That comment cut through him like a sword. He could still picture the image of the text she'd sent, and how her pussy looked being stretched wide by the thick black cock she was taking.

Still, he forged ahead with his concern. I understand that. But I was there yesterday watching you.

You watched your porn every night. I try to give you a surprise and let you watch me two days in a row, and you stiff me! Thank God my bull stiffed me better. At least I can count on him.

I understand you're disappointed. But we can't let this interfere with how I make a living. Like I said, I'm a lawyer. I do have responsibilities.

You're not a lawyer Alexander. You're a partner... in a law firm. Are you telling me you don't have other lawyers and staff that work for you? Your precious cunt Ashley comes to mind.

Well of course, he groaned, hoping she'd drop the commentary about the newest young associate of the firm. One he had an unusual personal relationship with.

Then learn to fucking delegate. Put the cunt on it.

We've been over this, Christina. Ashley reports to Jim Leonard at the firm, not me. I can't have that conflict of interest hanging over me. And as far as her personal life, she belongs to Jack Austin now.

Oh, that's right. You gave her to him. Whose to say he won't try to give her back? Whose to say Jim won't. She's apparently disposable. Most whores are.

I never said that. I said she was discarded by her old law firm. She's going to be a great lawyer. She's an asset to the firm. It was better we hire her than someone else in town.

Convenient that you got her fired then, isn't it, she smirked.

It was an argument he wasn't going to win. It was one he didn't want to have again. Resigned that it wasn't worth continuing, he tried to change the focus back to his original objection.

Regardless, I don't have the luxury of ignoring my professional responsibilities.

Also regardless, I've told you I'm not putting my needs on hold anymore. I expected you at that hotel today, and I'm fucking pissed you didn't show up like I asked. I'm NOT going to be disappointed again. You will take me to my bull tomorrow, and you will look after the kids this weekend. It's that or you hire someone to babysit, because the bottom line is I'm going to be gone.

Where?

Wherever the text says. I'm not certain where. I don't really care. I'm not in charge of that. My job this weekend is to do whatever my bull tells me to do. I belong to him again starting tomorrow morning when you drop me off. Whatever he tells me to do, or makes me do... that's what I'm going to do.

What the hell does that even mean?

You're kidding, right? Did you learn nothing from your relationship with the cunt? I don't know what I'll be doing, and I don't want to. All I know is I'll be with him, which means I won't have any control of my sexuality. He's in charge, and I'm his slut to do with as he pleases. I'm going to be used. I'm going to be surprised. I'm going to be taken places in my head that I have no power over. It's no different than how you get off on not having a choice in this. I want to feel the same way... and I can't experience that with him during the week. In the back of my head, I always know that in a few hours I have to go right back to being an ordinary mom and a Stepford wife. The hotwife in me always gets the short stick, even while I'm getting a bigger dick.

It was another dig at his manhood. The fact that he actually had a well above average cock didn't matter; not now that she was regularly fucking a much, much larger one. Yet as much as what she said stung, he found himself getting hard because of it.

Knowing her statement hit home, she finished her point. I need to do this, Alexander. I need to commit to this and know there's no time limit for once... that I'm not fucking him with one eye on the clock. I need to embrace it for an entire weekend, and know there's no backing out if it gets rough. And if you're honest with yourself, that's what makes it so hot for you too. You know if you're being honest, you want to spend an entire weekend feeling like you did in court today.

He understood. Part of the thrill for him was the idea of not knowing what she was going to do with her bull. But that quickly wore off once she began seeing him more regularly. Not once things turned, and the path he thought they were on began to drastically change.

Sure, he still got excited about being at work and finding out she was fucking another man. But once she started doing it several times a week, always on the same days, it became a bit predictable. It was still exciting, especially whenever he'd get at text with some erotic picture of what she was doing. It was even more so on the rare times he'd be told he could watch in person.

But with familiarity comes normalcy, and if he were being honest with himself, it was always better when something happened when he didn't expect it. It was being on that edge that turned him on so much. That's why her unexpected text to meet up at a hotel on a Thursday stunned him. That he was stuck in court was unfortunate. The X-rated texts that started coming every few minutes once he hadn't shown up at the instructed time drove his angst to levels he hadn't experienced before.

Nodding, he let her know she was right. She smiled sweetly, because she had him where she wanted him.

I'm going to tell the kids that mommy is going away to a spa. And I'm going to tell them that I'll be a different woman when I come back. I don't know whether that's going to be something physical, like when I got my nipples and navel pierced for him... or just my emotional state of mind. But I expect to come back here a different person, which is what you want.

I don't want you to be different, Christina. I just want to... I don't know... I wanted to open us up to more adventure. I liked the way things were before we went on vacation. I liked the way things were back in March.

You mean back when you were fucking the cunt? she smiled wickedly.

You know that's not what I meant. I was talking... never mind.

Yes, I know you loved how things were. But the reason we are where we are is because of January. And let's be honest, the women you were fantasizing most about are like what I'm trying to be. All our vacation proved to me was that I needed the stability of my bull, and a lot more than once a week. You wanted me to be a hotwife. There's a big difference between that and just saying you want to try a different position in bed... which you could have done, by the way, if you would have just grown a pair of balls and asked.

She was toying with his psyche again, playing on his angst, insinuating her bull was a much better lover than he was. He felt the knot in his stomach grow, and he nodded in compliance. I know. I never told you about my fantasies.

And?

And it wasn't the place of my dutiful wife to act like a slut if her husband doesn't want her to.

That's right, she grinned. So, what am I now?

A hotwife... because that's what I wanted all along, he sighed.

And what does that mean?

It means you're his sex toy.

Mmm... yeesss, she hissed. And there are a lot of different areas to explore in being a great hotwife. You've looked at enough videos to know that by now. And because I've seen them too, I intend to do just that... explore. Not that it matters. You don't really have a say in this, Alexander. This is what I want. Understood?

Can we at least do it next weekend, so I have time to prepare?

Absolutely not. My bags are already packed. He's already made the arrangements. This is happening whether you like it or not. And I suggest you figure out how to like it, because I have a feeling this isn't going to be a one-time thing.

His heart began pounding, his mind racing with the possibilities of what it all might mean. He was about to panic when she seized the moment.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, she pushed firmly on it, and he instinctively dropped to the floor. She lifted the front of her mid-length skirt, showing off a pair of panties he'd never seen before. They were the sexiest he'd ever seen her wear, and she giggled.

Do you like the present he gave me?

Very.

Good. Now pull them down. Mommy needs her pussy eaten.

Here... NOW?

I'm not in the mood for questions. The kids are having fun in the pool. I've got my eyes on them right now, she said as she raised the glass of wine she'd been nursing since they'd started their discussion. After taking a sip, she looked down at him. Eat me, Cuck.

He pulled the panties to the side, eyeing her beautiful pussy. Her thick bush was matted; her pussy lips reddened and a bit swollen. And she was incredibly wet. Deciding it was better to do as she said quickly before they got interrupted and it put her in a bad mood, he moved up and extending his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head while pressing her hips forward, forcing his face into her pelvis.

In seconds he recognized something was different. Very different. He pulled back, swallowing hard instinctively before he could react. Then it hit him.

Was that... is that what I think it was?

Mmm, yes, she hissed again. You're a true cuckold now, sweetie. Now eat that cum. You know you want to.

FUCK CHRISTINA! YOU LET HIM... her index finger went to her lips, silencing him. In a whisper, he finished his exclamation. You let him cum inside you!?

Shrugging, she responded. I had no choice.

What the fuck do you mean you had no choice? We agreed! Condoms! He has to use condoms!

And who is in charge of buying his condoms? she asked.

He knew the answer. As much as he hated to admit it, he also knew he needed to provide it or he would feel her wrath. I am. But I didn't know you were going to be with him today! It's Thursday!

And I'm pretty sure I texted you today and told you I needed you to stop at the store and then come to the hotel, didn't I?

Yes, but I didn't know why?

Yes, you did. I told you I was out of them last night when I was letting you jack off on my feet. Were you too worked up to remember that?

That's still no excuse, Christina. We had an agreement.

Yes, we had an agreement. And that agreement was that I'd make the men I let fuck me use condoms as long as you bought them. I'm a married woman with two kids, Alexander. I told you, I have no desire to be put in the embarrassing situation where I have to buy condoms for my lovers. And you agreed.

But shit, you can't just let him cum in you. That's crazy. I can't believe you did that!

I don't know why you're so shocked. I sent you a picture. You can clearly see he wasn't wearing one. And that's what makes this exciting... how crazy it can be, she said calmly, taking another sip of her wine. She let out a laugh. You should have seen him when I told him you weren't going to come to watch us and we were going to have to fuck without condoms. Damn. He usually wants me to suck him. And you know how much he loves fucking my ass. But not today. Today all that boy wanted was my white, married pussy. I told you, he really tore it up. I couldn't keep him off me.

Alex was freaking out. He was also harder than he'd ever been before. His emotions were so conflicted he just kneeled there on the hardwood floor, staring at her dripping hole. He could see more thick white semen oozing out, to the point he wondered just how many times he did fuck her.

You might want to get busy cleaning me up. I guess the idea of fucking me bareback was too much. He came four times today. If you don't hurry, I might end up being the mother of three.

She was teasing him, of course. She knew her ovulation cycle so well it was scary. She had to. She hated being on the pill because of some of the side effects she experienced with it, and she actually hated the idea of condoms. But she did make that agreement with her husband. And if he would have brought them like she asked, she would have honored it. It was a calculated risk allowing her lover to go ahead and fuck her without one. But she was glad she did, especially once Alexander resumed eating her. He was like a man possessed, digging deep for all the sperm he could find.

The more Alex sucked deep on her pussy, the more she confirmed just how much she hated the idea of using condoms; but not as much as her bull. While she'd told her husband that she'd honor their agreement, her bull had no intention of doing it.

From day one, he had fucked her without protection. At least, he did whenever they were alone. He'd play nice and put on a condom during the times he'd fucked Christina with Alex in the room. But privately, he refused. Instead, he produced a piece of paper, showing his test results, which were dated just the week before.

When she questioned him about it, wondering why he'd bothered to be tested for STDs, he simply grinned and said, You don't think you're the only slut I fuck, do you?

It took her a minute to process the quick conversation that followed, and it crushed her heart a bit to realize that the man she'd thought she'd seduced into becoming her lover had instead played her perfectly to get into her panties, repeatedly. It hurt more to accept the truth that he'd perfected that tactic, successfully bedding women over and over in his job at the health club. But what really wounded her pride was his confession that she wasn't the only hotwife he was currently fucking. He told her there were three others.

He didn't feel like his telling her that was a lie. And if it was, it was of the little white variety. After all, there was a time when he'd had as many as four married hotwives he was involved with at one time. It just so happened that he currently had just the one. He was so excited about how Christina was responding, he didn't feel like screwing it up by playing with others. This was the kind of woman that deserved all of his attention.

Still, he told her that if she wanted to continue being in his imaginary stable, as he crudely referred to it, then the subject of using condoms was off the table. He stated bluntly that the pool of available pussy he dipped in was low risk; he only fucked married women. That he took it upon himself to get tested every month proved to those who wanted his cock that it was safe to do so latex free. He said he had test results going back three years, if she so desired to see them.

So it was that she accepted his terms. As much as it upset her to know she wasn't the only one he was having that type of relationship with, the idea of not being with him again wasn't an option in her eyes. She'd just started to branch out sexually, and the orgasms that man gave her were mind-altering. She would have done practically anything to keep fucking him.

But she did make that agreement with her husband, which meant she was lying to him. She didn't like it. In fact, she hated herself for it. The old feelings of guilt from her religious upbringing came pouring back every time she went home with a pussy full of another man's cum. The only way around it was to tell Alex, but she didn't know how. That is until he slipped up and forgot to buy the condoms that she never intended to use anyway. It was a not-so-calculated risk, which could have blown up into a huge fight. It could have even been damaging to her marriage overall. That notion quickly disappeared with the fervor with which he was eating her.

Oh fuck, she moaned to herself, knowing the orgasm that was quickly coming was going to be the most intense she'd ever had from Alex eating her out. And that was saying something, because she'd learned only recently how incredible he was at that particular skill. It was just another discovery she'd made once they'd opened up their minds and began living out their fantasies.

Leaning back against the counter, she fought to keep her eyes open, trying to make sure the kids were still frolicking in the pool. Knowing they'd be alone for quite a while, she let go, allowing the magic that was happening between her legs to fully envelope her. Grabbing his hair, she thrust her hips forward, forcing his chin further into her groin; grinding against his wonderful mouth.

Fuck, I'm such a slut, she gasped, her eyes finally snapping shut. Fuck! Make me cum! Make your slutty hotwife cum! Aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!

Twenty minutes later she was sitting on the couch, sipping another glass of wine. Alex was curled up next to her, his head on her lap as he closed his eyes. She hummed softly, running her fingers lovingly through his hair as she watched the children splash in the pool.

He was coming to grips with what had just happened, his mouth a bit sore; his tongue a little numb as he tried to calm his breathing. She was doing the same, her pussy still trembling from the two intense orgasms she'd just had.

Alexander? she asked quietly, breaking the silence between them.

Yes dear, he replied, never opening his eyes.

I'm not using condoms with him, she admitted.

He took a deep breath before exhaling, I know.

I mean... I haven't been, she confessed.

I know that too.

The calmness of his response surprised her. Still, she felt compelled to continue. He refused to use them. He said he wouldn't fuck me anymore if I ask again.

I understand.

You should know he's been tested. He goes to the doctor and gets checked every month.

Why?

Sad to say, he fucks a lot of women like me.

You mean hotwives, he smiled. He could feel her disappointment.

Yeah... I was foolish enough to think I was the only one. I'm just part of his harem.

But you're not foolish enough to quit.

What?

That's why you're telling me this, isn't it? You feel guilty about not doing what we agreed to do, but you have no intentions to stop fucking him.

Yeah... I guess that's it. Are you mad at me?

A little, but I'll get over it.

I love you, Alex.

I love you too, Christina.

She paused again, coming to grips with the acceptance and love she felt from her husband at that moment. It was a big step for both of them, and she knew it. Still, she felt she needed to make sure she had his trust. She also wanted him to know they were still just beginning this journey together.

Alexander?

Yes dear.

I promise I'll use condoms with all the other men I'm going to fuck.

No you won't, he replied with a resigned sigh. You've almost never used them since you started fucking other men. It was silly of me to think you'd actually do it.

You're right. Who are we kidding? I don't like using them, and you like it better when they cum inside me anyway. Don't you! She giggled when she felt his body tremble against her. I'll take that as a yes. I promise I'll use them when it's really warranted, Okay?

Do you care to define warranted?

No. It's a hotwife's discretion. But I'll use common sense. You need to trust me.

I do.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Friday morning, May, 17th - DAY 1

Are you sure this is it? Christina asked, sitting calmly in the passenger seat of her pristine new Lincoln Navigator. She'd had it a little more than two weeks, the new vehicle more worthy of a hotwife than the minivan she'd been 'forced' to drive before, which practically screamed mother and never offered the image of a slut behind the wheel.

No, not at all. I'm not sure about any of this, Alex replied, his entire body riddled with angst. He looked at the text on his phone a fourth time, hoping he was wrong. Shaking his head, he let out a resigned sigh. But this is the address he sent me.

Then what are we waiting for, she said cheerfully.

You to change your mind, he mumbled beneath his breath, knowing that wasn't going to happen.

She waited a moment, understanding he was struggling with his emotions. He'd been stewing for hours. Just that thought brought a wry smile to her face, but she'd finally had enough of his moping. Alexander, I don't want to be late. Now get out and open my door, please. We don't want to keep him waiting.

Very well, dear, he responded, immediately pulling the handle. He knew she meant business since she'd called him by his given name. He hated it, almost as much as he loved it; the conflict residing within him becoming more familiar. It was twisting inside him like a maelstrom, ready to consume him from the inside out.

That feeling in his stomach was more than a pit. It was an abyss filled with wallowing and self-pity, mixed with a healthy serving of anger and anguish. To say he was an emotional wreck was a disservice to the phrase. Yet there he was, marching dutifully around the back of the SUV much like a chauffeur; which at the moment he actually was.

He held out his hand, helping her from the seat, and she straightened her plain yellow dress as she stood on the crumbling pavement. It was not what he thought she'd wear; not when compared to most of the new wardrobe she'd been sporting whenever she was in full hotwife mode.

Grab my bags, please, honey, she smiled, nodding toward the side door.

He opened the back door, picking up her suitcase as well as her overnight bag, struggling to hold them while trying to shut the door. The luggage was expensive, and the area surrounding them was more mud than dirt from the overnight rains. He struggled more that she'd changed her tone, calling him honey. As odd as it was, he would have much preferred that she continue calling him Alexander at that moment.

He followed her up the broken sidewalk, big sections of it missing altogether. It seemed fitting, what with where they were. He had to trudge through more mud. She did too but she didn't seem to care, happily humming as they made their way to the smallish brick ranch. The boarded windows on the left didn't faze her, nor did the bars over it. There were also bars over the windows to the right, as well as on the door in front of the entrance, like a steel cage. She knew it was to keep nefarious people out. He couldn't help but wonder if it was to hold someone captive inside. At the moment that seemed more likely to him.

They were in a bad part of the city on the lower west side, miles away from their palatial suburban home in a gated community near Laguna Beach. Alex was a corporate attorney, making more than a comfortable living in the greater Los Angeles area. Christina, his beautiful wife of fifteen years, was a stay-at-home mom, tending to their two children.

He felt they had a great life, providing for their ten-year-old boy, and a daughter that was eight. They were a healthy, wealthy family, enjoying Southern California and all it had to offer. Money had never been a concern. As it turned out, happiness was, and apparently you can't buy that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was Alex that wasn't happy at first. He thought it was just him, believing it was a middle-aged crisis thing. He was only forty-five, but he was ten years older than his wife and approaching fifty didn't sit well with him at all. He did the normal things a man with money does. Nicer car; newer clothes. And while he was always physically fit, he even started working out more because he didn't want to think of being overweight or out of shape as he got older.

Part of it was vanity on his part; having a gorgeous younger wife, he knew she was constantly stared at, even though she always dressed ultra-conservatively. In fact, he always thought she dressed far too modest for a California-born woman. She had a perfect figure, and her long brunette hair perfectly framed her striking features. He wasn't exaggerating when he told her often she could be a model.

Christina didn't see herself that way. Her life to that point was a cliché. She'd been raised in a strict Catholic home and always struggled with her self-image. She'd been told what to wear, how to act, and how to think her entire upbringing. Hell, even her name was based on her parent's faith. While Alex had helped bring her out of her shell, she still found compliments about her appearance hard to accept.

They'd met at a community college. He was then twenty-nine, teaching a course on introductory law for some extra cash to pay off student loans. She was a lost nineteen-year-old Ecomomics student that stumbled into his classroom by mistake. Too embarrassed to leave his lecture and make a fool of herself, she stayed for the entire thing. He knew she didn't belong as soon as she sat down in the front row, having already taken attendance. He had a hard time controlling his stare, finding himself enamored with her emerald eyes.

After class, he motioned her to come up front. She sheepishly approached and he asked her what class she was really looking for when she came in. A half-hour later they were sitting in a coffee house, laughing about the whole thing.

She was immediately attracted to him. She found him handsome and charming, and his sense of humor brought out her girlish laughter all too easily, making her almost woozy. His attraction to her was much cruder. She was a hot co-ed that he wouldn't be teaching, which made her fair game. He could tell her body was incredible even underneath her drab brown outfit. The invitation to coffee was more of an invitation to bed. It just took him a lot longer to get her there than he ever imagined.

That was for two reasons. The first was her upbringing. He found it difficult to peel past the layers of protection that had enveloped her through how she was raised. That led directly to the second reason. He eventually became the first man she ever slept with, almost a year after they met and started dating.

She found it difficult to believe a young, successful lawyer who was becoming quickly respected in the legal community would have any interest in her. He found it hard to understand why she didn't flaunt the obvious assets she'd been given by the very God she worshiped so faithfully. The sin of having sex before marriage almost broke them up; only his quick marriage proposal soon afterward calming her. There was still a long confessional with her priest to admit what she'd done, but she knew with a few religious hurdles to jump over, she'd be forgiven. It was nothing that a couple dozen Hail Mary's and rubbing of rosary beads couldn't resolve.

Marriage started off great. Alex was well on his way to becoming a partner in his firm, finally achieving it three years ahead of his self-imposed schedule. Christina played the part of doting wife to perfection, just like her mother did.

The one thing she didn't expect was how much she enjoyed sex with her new husband. She'd been told forever that it was only a part of being a good wife, and it was always described as more of a chore than something to enjoy. According to her mother, a man needed sex. A wife didn't, other than to have children, but she had to. Part of a wife's job was to be available for her husband sexually whenever he needed it, no questions asked.

Christina had lots of questions, though. She felt guilty at first because she found herself craving that feeling he gave her when they made love. The closeness. The connection. She had no frame of reference obviously, but she knew Alex knew what he was doing in bed, because the orgasms she had were incredible. Of course, she had no idea that in reality, her husband was also very well-endowed. His cock was long and thick, and seemed to her like it was made of granite when it was hard. Yet the skin was so soft and smooth. She was infatuated with it, and while their first few encounters were painful, she soon adjusted to his size, and her life changed.

The more they had sex, the more she liked it. The more she liked it, the more she wanted it. Yet there was that guilt beneath the surface. Women weren't supposed to like sex, at least according to her mother. It wasn't until a close friend clued her in to the warped thinking of the church that she realized she'd been duped all along. It had worked though. She didn't get pregnant out of wedlock because she'd been brainwashed into thinking sex was a bad thing. And brainwashed meant physical punishment.

Christina's mother was a mean, manipulative bitch that used whipping as a behavior modification tool. Even when the behavior in question was quite normal for an adolescent young woman. Christina was disciplined weekly for what she might do, her bare ass beaten with a switch to keep her obedient. Sex was bad, and the rod would see to it that the impure thoughts would be kept at bay. It was a miserable upbringing; one she promised would end with her. She was determined to break the cycle raising her own children.

So it was that after a few years the kids came along; first their son, followed two years later by their daughter. Christina took to motherhood naturally, making the job look easy. Her approach was kind and nurturing, and it was filled with honesty. Her love for them showed and they became her life. So much so that Alex took a back seat, the children's needs always coming ahead of his. He didn't mind and he certainly never complained. But with middle age fast approaching, subconsciously the lack of his wife's undivided attention began to take a toll.

It wasn't that he thought of straying. Sure, he had a wandering eye. Most successful Type-A personalities do. But he knew he'd hit the jackpot with Christina the day he met her. He wasn't going to mess up his marriage by fucking around. He was more concerned about her in that regard. He became worried that his being older was somehow going to become an issue eventually. She was so attractive and had such an incredible personality she could have any man she wanted if she bothered to look. The fact that he was the only man she'd ever slept with perpetuated that fear, thinking she would naturally become curious. Becoming obsessed with the idea that she might stray, he decided to do what he could to get her to look at him first.

He didn't know at the time that Christina was having some of the same feelings, although from an entirely different perspective. Certainly, her sex drive had dropped since they'd had the children. That happens naturally in every marriage, whether kids are introduced to the mix or not. But for whatever reason she didn't expect it. As much as she made it seem easy, her life was exhausting. Keeping up with a huge house, the grocery shopping, the laundry, making sure she got the children wherever they needed to be... she worked more hours than her husband did each week, and she never got a day off.

Not that she ever complained. She knew she had a great life, and Alex provided for them in so many ways that it didn't feel right to criticize. But when he suggested they get a maid to do the housecleaning and laundry, she took it as an insult; as if she weren't doing a good enough job as a mother. He was hoping to free up some of her time so they could spend it together, but her response was to double down and work harder, wanting to prove she was up to a challenge that was only in her head.

After a couple of months of working herself silly, she nearly had a complete breakdown. She did have an episode of despair, her emotions becoming so overwhelming she began to crack a bit. She'd pulled the minivan off to the side of the road after dropping the kids off at school, finding it too difficult to drive home. She sobbed for over an hour, having to move to the back of the van to be hidden by the tinted windows, not wanting to be seen by anyone passing by on the otherwise quiet street. When she calmed, she drove home, reflecting on how she was feeling at that moment.

It wasn't until she got home and went to take a shower that it all came to her. Standing naked in front of the huge mirror in her bathroom, she was startled at the image in the reflection. It wasn't that she looked bad. In fact, she really looked great. But she wasn't as toned as she used to be. Having two kids had changed her body, and even though some of them were good, like her fuller breasts and more shapely hips, she didn't care for her mid-section. She'd heard her husband complain about his for months. She didn't see him as overweight or out of shape at all. He looked the same as when they first met. But she didn't, and she foolishly wondered if he'd been offering hints that she needed start working out.

Maybe that's why he's at the gym all the time, she thought as she ran her hand over her stomach. Maybe that's why we don't have sex as often as we used to.

They were silly thoughts, brought about by insecurity and lack of intimacy between the two. Not to mention a serious breakdown in communication; something they both thought they worked hard at. Yet they both weren't talking, and left to their own imaginations, they ran rampant. Alex was convinced Christina was going to have an affair, and she was certain that the reason they weren't having sex as often was because of how she looked.

Oddly, she decided the best resolution to her hypothesis was the same as his, and she began going to the gym they belonged to, working out every morning after dropping off the kids at school. Yes, it would be more time she'd have to carve out of her already busy schedule, but it was important enough that she made the effort. What was one less hour of sleep, she thought.

Unfortunately, her solution backfired. She didn't know it, because they still weren't talking about how they were feeling, but Alex saw Christina's newfound interest in working out as a sign that she was out looking for a suitable man to have an affair with. That thought didn't come to him right away. It wasn't until she'd been going there about six months and he saw the changes. Not just in her appearance the few times he'd seen her naked. It was the spandex outfits he found in her closet... the ones she worked out in. They were the skimpiest things he'd ever seen in her wardrobe. After all, this was a woman that wore granny panties. Hell, he'd only ever seen her in a one-piece bathing suit, and they had a huge private pool in back of their house.

He could only imagine how hot she must look in those outfits, the material clinging to her like a second skin. He actually groaned. But it was more of a resigned one. In his delusional mind, this was a woman working out to attract another man.

And she had. There had been dozens of them, actually. But that wasn't the reason she wore the outfits. She did it simply to fit in. She found she didn't like being stared at when she wore her loose sweatshirt and baggy sweat pants. It gave her the appearance of being some bag lady. Thinking she was competing against other women at the club, since her husband worked out there every evening before coming home, she took a page from what she saw them wearing. Her thought was that if any potential woman that might be interested in her husband found out she was there, she had to make sure she looked better than them. That way they'd back off.

What she didn't count on was immediately getting hit on by countless men. Her change of attire drew attention and it happened within the first ten minutes after she started working out. She went from worried about being stared at for dressing too frumpy to being ogled constantly for dressing like the other girls at the fitness center.

She found the stares offensive at first. After all, she was married. She had a huge ring on her finger. Plus, she did her best to avert eye contact, keeping to herself. Yet she found that men started working out closer to her than before, sometimes right next to her even though there were open machines elsewhere. They started talking to her, trying to engage her in conversation. She tried to be polite, but that only made things worse. She tried being standoffish, but that only made some of them more determined. The worst was a guy that actually asked her out. When she commented that she was married, flashing her ring, he shrugged and said he was too, showing off his.

She almost decided to stop going altogether. That is until she found out about Alex's dirty secret.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Friday morning, May 17th - DAY 1

Christina rapped on the metal frame of the door, finding the doorbell button broken. It didn't surprise her. The house was in desperate need of repair in so many areas it wasn't funny. She did find it incredible that the lawn was freshly mowed, and actually looked pretty nice. The shrubs were also neatly trimmed. She glanced around the neighborhood briefly, realizing she was at least standing on the small stoop of the nicest house on the street. But that wasn't saying much.

Alex stared at his feet as he stood on the crumbled concrete of what once was a sidewalk. He was behind his wife, standing dutifully, her luggage in hand. The growling and barking of what seemed to be a very large dog inside the home made him more nervous than he already was, and that was considerable. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew from experience that it wasn't going to be something he would stomach well. At the same time, his erection spoke to how he felt deeper inside. As much as it tormented him, he could not deny how turned on he'd been over the last several months.

It was moments like this that had his stomach churning. Every day, his life changed. Every day, something new was thrown his way. Most he liked; some he didn't. But they came, often unannounced, and all he could do was react to each as they were presented. It was foreign to him. He was a man that was all about control. He'd had it all his life, in every part of it. The man was a successful attorney, handling complex cases. Being in control was ingrained in the job.

And he still had it there. It was in his personal life that he felt it all slipping away. He wasn't sure he if he could handle it, but he had little choice in the matter anymore. He'd already allowed things to spiral out of control so far to that point he knew things could never go back to the way they were. Christina wasn't going to allow it.

He flinched when the door opened, listening to the deep voice of the man behind it, bellowing at the dog. He was stunned at his command. The dog responded instantly, the loud barking coming to a halt. Alex would have actually found it impressive if he hadn't been on the receiving end of that kind of order before. He wasn't so sure he shouldn't kneel down at that moment.

Christina let out a whimper as the man opened the door all the way, unlatching the barred door so he could step outside. He was at least 6'4", and easily weighed 240 pounds, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He was chiseled, his chest and arms bulging. His waist was narrow; his abdomen more of an eight pack than a six. His thighs were twice the size of Alex's, rippling with muscles. He was only wearing a pair of skintight black compression shorts, almost the same color as his skin. He smiled as he stepped outside, eyeing the woman in the pale-yellow sundress.

Hello babygirl, he cooed, his hand slipping around her waist to pull her toward him.

Hello lover, she replied, knowing that would feel like a knife to her husband's gut.

You ready for this weekend? I've got a lot of nasty things planned for you.

I'm nervous, but I'm ready.

You have a safeword. Nothing to be nervous about.

I don't want to use it and you know it, she hissed.

I'm gonna make you try. You know that, right bitch?

Yes. But I'm stronger than you, she teased, running her finger back and forth along his smooth bare chest, toying with a nipple.

He pulled her tighter, lifting her, making her squeal in delight as he kissed her deeply. She responded to him, opening her mouth, letting him force his tongue inside. The dog responded as well, the yelp she had made making it agitated. It stood again, barking loudly.

Alex panicked. It was the biggest rottweiler he'd ever seen. It was at least thirty inches tall, and was as muscular as the man it belonged to. It weighed almost a hundred and fifty pounds; the head on the beast, as he viewed the animal, was enormous.

COMET... HEEL! his owner barked in return. The dog backed away and returned to its haunches. Good boy. Turning his attentions back to her, he said, We'll see how strong you are, bitch. Im'ma make you heel like that bastard dog.

Leaning in for another kiss, she winked. I'm looking forward to it, lover.

He finally broke away from her, his eyes moving to the timid man behind her. You like seeing me kiss her like that, don't you, Meat.

Alex hated that nickname. Actually, hate wasn't a strong enough word. He loathed it, because it represented his manhood. He'd been christened with that moniker when Christina once bragged about how her husband was truly more endowed than an average man, something she'd only recently discovered. Her new friend found that amusing. Alex didn't.

Nor did he like being asked questions like the one that had just been posed, mainly because there was no good way to answer. If he said no, he would be lying, and his throbbing member was pointing that out with the way it was tenting up the front of his pants. If he said yes he was admitting that he actually did like it, which only reaffirmed his position in the power struggle his personal life had become.

Still, he'd been addressed. He knew he had to answer, especially when she spoke up.

Alexander, my lover asked you a question. Please answer him.

Yes sir. I like it when you kiss her.

What else do like me doing to her? he smiled.

He groaned. Perhaps it was more of a whine. Either way, it wasn't an answer. He knew he wasn't supposed to answer that question, at least not yet. As usual, his wife was supposed to answer for him first.

He likes for you to fuck me, don't you sweetie? You love for your slutty little wife to fuck her lover. That's what makes you who you are, right?

Yes ma'am, he replied automatically. It was more of a conditioned response anymore. He didn't think of the consequences of what it meant. He was well past that point of humiliation. All he knew was the better he stuck to the script, the sooner this unpleasant part would be over with. It was still hard to accept that she was using a word like fuck, but it was commonplace now. So much so that he didn't flinch when he replied, I love when you fuck him.

And what does that make you, sweetie?

Mommy's cuckold.

Damn, babygirl, you're getting him trained well.

Shrugging playfully, she said, Well, he's a work in progress. But I don't have much to work with, so what can you do?

The loud, deep laugh echoed through the empty neighborhood. Damn Meat! She's really busting those balls of yours. Too bad they're in her purse!

I put them in the safe, actually. I don't need to carry them around anymore. He knows they belong to me now.

And who do YOU belong to?

You lover, she cooed again. Isn't that right, Alexander?

Yes ma'am.

Okay, we've done enough to him for now, babygirl... we can torment him some more later. It's time to make this weekend official. Did you bring it?

Alexander?

Her husband reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a leather collar. Handing to over, he watched as those big black hands moved around his wife's neck. First, his strong fingers grasped it, chocking her tightly. Her eyes bulged out and they began to water, but she didn't do anything else. When he finally let go, she coughed and released some fluid from her nose. But then she smiled, knowing her skin was reddening with his finger marks. She'd seen it before many times. It felt even hotter.

Closing her eyes, she waited, loving the feeling of the collar being put around her neck. She loved that he'd marked her with his hand first, as if claiming her that way let Alex know he didn't need symbolism. But she did. That collar meant she belonged to him, for however long she wore it. This time it would be for an entire weekend. She'd never been with him that long before and she was a bundle of nerves of what that would be like.

Feeling the black leather tighten against her neck as he buckled it, she felt a shiver run up her body. He would inevitably do many things to her and with her over the next couple of days, but the electrical charge she got from just that simple task made her clit start tingling. It was significant to her in so many ways, not the least of which was her husband watching her literally give her body to another man, in public.

He let go of her for a moment, moving out of the way. Looking at the dog, he waited. The big rottweiler waited too, and Alex could tell something was up. So could Christina, who knew what was coming. She was actually excited about it.

Finally he snapped his fingers, and the dog launched himself at her, jumping up onto his back legs as he lept at her face. She giggled as she braced for the impact, taken him into her arms like they were hugging. On his hind legs he was as tall as Christina, and he outweighed her by over forty pounds. She struggled to hold him upright at first. It was a testament to her own physical condition that she was able to do it without being knocked over.

That's it. Welcome your sister home, he laughed deeply.

Comet sniffed at her neck aggressively before he began licking her face and neck. He pawed at her dress, getting it dirty. She could have cared less. The affection she was getting from the powerful canine was intoxicating. She welcomed it. She even returned it, putting her mouth it direct line of his slobbering tongue.

Mmm... I love you too, Comet, she giggled happily as she returned his greeting, rubbing his head and kissing his face all over.

Alex was dumbfounded. He was certain the dog was about to attack her. Instead they were practically making out.

Her bull sighed at the playfulness of the two, but he had an agenda to keep. Snapping his fingers again, the well-trained pet dropped immediately. Good boy. Now go to your cage. Comet ran off to the back of the house, obeying his masters' commands.

Christina turned back to her original position and waited. She closed her eyes again, and he moved up behind her, fondling her breasts through her simple dress. That too had confused Alex. He knew his wife had been adding to her wardrobe. While he didn't know the extent of it, he'd seen some of the outfits she wore as a hotwife. This one didn't serve to fit that mold. And yet she looked so sexy there, standing in front of the huge man groping her.

She knew he was checking to make sure she hadn't worn a bra. She knew he could tell already, but the feeling of him pawing at her womanly flesh made her weak and she leaned back into him. She also knew he'd check to see if she'd gone without panties next. Yet just like he did to her husband, this man had a way of keeping her on edge as well, never knowing what to expect next.

What's in the bags? he asked.

She didn't look: content to keep her eyes shut. But she knew what he meant. "The small one is my makeup kit. The big one has my clothes for the weekend.

Hand me the big one, Meat, he ordered. Taking it from Alex, he quickly opened the latches to look inside. At that moment she joined him, wondering what he was looking for. He really didn't need to though. His plan was already set. He whipped around and threw the expensive suitcase over his fence, the entire contents flying out, all of it landing in the watery mud of the neighboring driveway.

She let out a gasp. Alex groaned again.

You don't need clothes this weekend, bitch. I have everything you need right here!

With that, he grabbed her again, thrusting his pelvis against her ass.

So, she only needs one dress? Alex stupidly asked.

Reaching around, he grabbed it in the middle, ripping it open like it was made of tissue. Her naked body was exposed, and she mewled as she fell into him again. She didn't expect it, but she loved it all the same.

Alex flinched, but then regained his composure. What little he had left of it anyway. Unable to look away, he watched as those bulging arms ripped the rest of the dress off her flesh until she was in just her flats. Ordered to take them off, she flipped them toward her husband.

Who does this cunt belong to, Meat! he bellowed, grabbing her pussy, making her squeal as he manhandled it.

You sir.

And what can I do with her!

Anything you want sir.

You damn right, he said as he turned her around. Putting his hand on top of her head, he palmed it like a basketball, forcing her to her knees. She actually giggled, but knew her purpose at that moment. Pulling down the front of his shorts, a huge black cock the length of her forearm bobbed in front of her face. Seconds later, she was sucking wildly on it.

Alex watched, groaning. His wife was gleefully sucking another man. And she was doing it naked, out in the open for anyone in the neighborhood to see. Transfixed, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Don't you have somewhere to be, Meat?

Shaking his head, he snapped out of his trance. Work.

Yeah... work. You should probably get going. You have to make money to pay for this weekend.

Alex was puzzled. Christina had told him she'd be spending the weekend with him, but she never said anything about it costing anything. The bewilderment showed on his face when he said, I'm paying for it? Paying for what?

Whatever I decide to do, you're going to pay for, fucker. You don't think we're just going to be holed up in my palatial mansion all weekend, do you? he laughed, motioning toward the dilapidated house.

Well, I've tried not to think about it.

Then don't worry about. I'm sure I can figure out another way to pay for whatever we do.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know what that meant. Besides, he knew Christina would pitch a fit if he didn't just step up. Have her put it on her card. I'll take care of it.

She stopped what she was doing, slowly stroking the wet, slick shaft in front of her as she turned her head to face her husband. I want the corporate card, Alexander.

Wh... why? Why would you need the corporate card?

He knew the answer before he asked the question. He'd done that a lot of times in his past, using his corporate account instead of his personal card to purchase things because it could skirt around taxation. He argued in his head about the idea of handing it over. She hadn't waited for the answer. She went back to