Confessions of a Hotwife

Every hotwife eventually asks herself the question: Why does this turn my husband on? At a certain point, I stopped trying to understand why and just enjoyed it.

There are other questions too, of course. Will he hold it against me someday if I go through with it? Is this some kind of elaborate trick? And do I want to fuck other men? Even after I embraced his sincerity, that last question still bothered me. To tell the truth, I didn't really want to fuck other men. But I wanted to please my husband, so if he was turned on, I was too.

But how could I complain? Really, it was a privilege few women enjoyed. My husband wanted me to fulfill my every desire. He wanted me to fully actualize my nature as a sexual being. My husband got off on me getting off.

I still fought it at first. I really was a good girl. I didn't cheat on him, and my innocent flirtations with other men always stayed that way -- innocent. But I found a way to get myself turned on by the idea of having sex with other guys in front of my husband. I was his favorite pornstar. Plus, I liked making boys happy, and this was my chance to see what I could do -- what kinds of experiences I could give to other people who I hadn't had as much practice on as my husband. Besides, I love feeling desired and desirable. Who doesn't? On some level, giving a good experience is equal to having a good experience. I couldn't believe how much convincing it took, in the end. Why was it so hard for me to embrace the fact that I'd won the sexual lottery?

The first time he shared me, I was so nervous. But it was so much fun.

"You wanna watch someone fuck your wife?" I whispered in his ear.

I knelt down and unzipped my husband's pants. His dick was already hard. I was happy with his moderate penis size, despite what he and seemingly most other men would think. Five inches was enough to pleasure me, and it's not like I wanted my pussy destroyed every single time I had sex. I wanted something I could feel that wouldn't hurt me, though that didn't mean it was especially fun to give him blowjobs. You need a solid seven or eight inches for that.

Still, it was slightly embarrassing to see the contrast between him and the bull. Again, I'm perfectly happy with my husband's size, but seeing them side by side? It's crazy how a few inches can turn an average dick into a horsecock. My husband looked like a little boy next to him. "That's a man's cock," I thought to myself, slightly ashamed.

It made me a bit nostalgic. I remember my debaucherous college days, getting wasted at a houseparty and fucking like an animal in a stranger's bed, sometimes in front of his friends. Sex was omnipresent. We'd all be drunk and high, and I'd get my brains fucked out by some stud whose name I didn't know with a python hanging between his legs. More than once, others would watch me in the dizzy, lustful fog. I think they might've joined in, taking turns on me, but I can't be sure. Those younger years were a carnal haze of hedonism and sin, half-remembered now. My husband knew about it. He liked hearing about it.

Though, to be honest, I think my bull's giant cock was more for my husband than it was for me. Who wants to see their wife get railed out by an average dick? It's gotta be big, right?

I sucked my man off, on my knees, while my bull undressed and started to paw at my naked body. I was between two men, just how he liked me. My husband's cock was throbbing in my mouth. It started to twitch. He was trying to hold it in. "Already?" I thought to myself. I'd barely been sucking him for thirty seconds. Even for him, this was fast. He must have been really turned on, because he exploded inside my mouth without warning, only a few moments after my bull knelt down and started eating my pussy from behind. I choked and tilted my head back, coming up for air, but my husband kept cumming. He shot a massive load on my face, and I instinctively stuck out my tongue and hoped I hadn't ruined his orgasm. He stroked himself as the last drops of white, sticky cum dripped onto my face. I smiled, and so did he, proud of the facial he just gave his hotwife.

I knew how pretty I looked with cum on my face, and even prettier with a dick in my mouth, so I sucked his soft penis while looking up at him as innocently as I could. He liked it. I could tell. Every man wants a slutty little good girl.

My lips let go of his cock in a moan as my bull unexpectedly slid his man-sized cock inside me. My husband stuck his thumb inside my mouth and I sucked it. It muted my cries as my bull worked up speed, pounding my tight little married pussy.

My husband finally sat down on the couch, sighing in satisfaction. I held my hand against my bull, telling him to stop. I crawled up to my husband and he stroked my hair, which had a little cum in it. He told me to lay down on the couch, on my back, and I did as I was told. I rested my head in his lap as I looked up at him with my cum-covered face. My bull climbed up on the couch and fucked me missionary, while my loving husband looked down at his facialized slutwife, stroking my hair gently.

My bull creampied me. It was so satisfying, feeling him shudder as he unloaded inside my body. I felt a little thrill at the thought of getting knocked up and not knowing who the father was. He _really _filled me up.

"Thank you for letting me have a boyfriend, baby!" I gave my husband a little kiss.

I knew what he wanted. He'd told me earlier. He loved getting sloppy seconds from me. He got hard again and I took him into my cum-filled pussy, both of us melting in ecstasy.

My message to hotwives: Stop trying to understand why this turns your husband on and just fucking enjoy it.