Foreword
I have been living as a hot wife for some years now, and I thought I would document my experiences. This gives an account of how I became a hot wife, why I became one, and why I enjoy it so much.
I hope you find pleasure in my words, and if guys are reading this, there is a likelihood your wife is doing the same thing.
I have learned from my social media, this lifestyle is incredibly common, and there are many of us out there, many without their husband’s consent.
Either you have what it takes, or you do not, and most of you men do not from my own personal experience. I would encourage women to go out there and liberate themselves, and live life to the full. Why settle for second best?
I hope you will find my tale interesting and informative, and I have enjoyed documented some of my many experiences of being a hot wife.
Jenny x
Chapter 1 – Me, Jenny just an ordinary girl
My name is Jenny, I am a 38-year-old woman who lives in the Oxfordshire countryside with my husband Steve. Jenny and Steve, the happy couple who live in a nice big house, know everybody in the village, and help on the village fate during the summer months. The perfect couple on the outside, but the village has no idea what I get up to.
The truth is, I like being comfortable. I enjoy living in a nice big house, I like having money, a nice car, nice clothes, nice holidays. Who doesn’t? I like being kept, and it is the job of Steve to keep me in a lifestyle that I have become accustomed to. On the other side of the story, it can be a little bit boring. I know everyone in the village, I engage in the idle chit chat with my neighbours about the new people who moved into the village, and debate will they or will they not fit into village life.
The highlight of the week is the Friday night get together down the local village pub, “The Rose & Crown”. The boys stand in one corner talking about how important they think they are, how successful they are, and how much money they are making. It’s a competition of who can be the most important. I sit with the wives, and we talk. Normally it starts off as small talk, but I have learned to sit back. Every now and then, after a few too many drinks, a little secret comes out.
Toby is the loudest, brashest, tory you will ever meet. A blue nosed snob, who talks about his blue for the Oxford University Rugby team every time he’s had more than 6 drinks. He makes himself sound like Will Carling with his exploits on the rugby field, how they just bounced off him when he scored the winning try 20 years previously. What he does not know his lovely wife Florence tells another story after 6 drinks, how unsatisfied she is in the bedroom. He’s 6ft 4, with a penis that looks like a button mushroom erect. The first time she had sex with him, she did not know it was in. Poor girl, and to make matters worse, it cums after 30 seconds. I hear him mouthing off to the boys in the corner, “how she loved it”, when he claims to have bent some woman over boasting about some exploit in his past. The truth of the matter is, if he knew the truth of his pathetic penis, and what his wife really wanted, he would probably break down in tears. He is an Estate Agent, drives a Ferrari, and fucks like a hamster.
The truth of the matter it is not just me, Alison who married Humphrey (25 years her senior) clearly for the money, asked her good husband if she could employ a gardener. Alison took charge of recruitment. She was not interested in their gardening skills. She interviewed 37 candidates and tells me she interviewed them without any knickers on. I do not know the full details, but she tells me laughing to herself, “Do you think you can handle the role?” with her legs wide open. If they replied “yes”, she told me there is one final requirement, “Can I see how big your cock is?”. She eventually employed a lad, who has a cock so thick she could barely get her hands around it. Humphrey hasn’t fucked her in years, and if he tried now, he would probably have a heart attack. She makes sure Humphrey regularly plays golf, especially when she is feeling horny, “Exercise is good for you dear”. He plays 4 times a week down the local club.
Some of the ladies put up with their husbands, and they look like spinsters in their late thirties. A woman needs to be fucked properly to feel alive. I look at them and feel sorry for them, for many of these women will never know what it is like to feel like a real woman, with their cunt gripping against a long fat cock before squirting all over it.
So, their it is, my world, my village life, the humdrum, the normal, the tory, the bravado. Thank God there are real men out there, otherwise I would go insane.
Chapter 2 Steve (the husband), Jenny & Steve the happy couple
I was born a working-class girl about 40 miles away from where I live now. I grew up in an ordinary town, lived an ordinary life, and came from an ordinary family. I was academically gifted, and I was the pride of my parents, however I never forgot where I came from. I had an ability to retain knowledge and found schoolwork a breeze. I was going to do what all my friends were doing, leave school and find a job, but I was a straight A student, and it was suggested by a teacher that I studied A ‘Levels. Inevitably, I passed all my A ‘Levels with straight A’s and I was offered a place at Oxford University to study Economics.
I was not sure what I wanted to do, so I went there and hoped I would fall into something. And something I certainly did fall into, I met Steve.
Steve was from a completely different background to my own. His father owned land, and was a stockbroker just like him. I was attractive, all the guys fancied my Italian looks, curves, and big tits. Steve was impressed with my academic abilities; I was impressed that he had a bob or two. Why work when you can ride the donkey?
There were a few flings at university (as you do), but Steve and I quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend and within a few years we were married living in the Oxfordshire countryside. Steve would work 4 days a week down in London, leaving me at home, and then the boredom would set in.
He is not an attractive man. Slim, geeky, glasses, pale as a ghost and talks in a posh voice. He is only 5ft 9, and his dick is only 4 and a half inches. Steve had no idea about sex. Not only was he a conservative by nature, but he was also conservative in the bedroom. His views on sex were like that of a vicar living in the 1930’s.
I talk to the girls back home about him. They call him, “The little blue dick”, referring to his tory nature. How I envy the sex lives of those girls, who go into the most intimate filthy details of how they fuck and like to be fucked by real men. Not the case with Steve. He thinks that real men do not go down on a woman that is not a good start, especially as his dick is only 4 inches. He thinks that real men do not do that, and that is only something lesbians do. He thinks that anal is filthy, and that is something only gay people do. It is unhygienic, filthy, and if God wanted us to do that, that is how babies would be made. He knows he has got a smaller than average dick but says that he read up on the internet and the average size of an erect penis is 5.1 inches and, “I am nearly there”. He thinks that size does not matter, and cliches it’s the motion of the ocean not the size of the ship. He thinks that big dicks in porn films are one in a million men, and sex should be loving and gentle. He thinks that there is no such thing as female ejaculation, and women who claim to do that are wetting themselves and that is disgusting. As you can imagine, my sex life with Steve is nothing to be desired.
For years every Friday night after the “Rose & Crown”, Steve would want to have sex. For years I accepted it, that is the way sex was. My pussy is big and stretches open and wide, I can easily slip 3 fingers into myself when I am playing. As you can imagine when Steve puts his little dick inside me, it’s a bit like a man trying to fill a parachute, sometimes I cannot feel him to be honest. I rarely get turned on, as if I did, it would just slip out. I long for him to cum as quickly as he can, that normally only lasts for a few minutes. I think to myself, “do it for the holiday, and the Porsche at Christmas”, when he is pumping away. He would cum, roll over, fall asleep, and that was my sex life, week in, week out, year in, year out.
Chapter 3 Longing…
Every few months I would meet up with my old school friends back home. We would go out, have a few drinks, and catch up. Everything changed one night 5 years ago. I met up with the girls, and we went to some bars in my old town. These girls are so much fun, and we had a few. We were standing at the bar, and there were some lads chatting away. They looked like rugby lads, young fit, one had lovely blue eyes and built like a stallion. I heard one of them say, “Your round Dong”. My friend Sarah said to this guy, “Dong? Why do you call him Dong?”. The lad laughed, “Well love, if you saw him in the showers your eyes would pop out”.
I caught this guy looking at me, I looked at him and there was a chemistry.
“How’s it going, are you having a good night?”.
It was so long since someone came up to me in a bar and started talking to me, I felt like a teenage girl again.
“I’m good thanks, my name is Jenny, what’s your name?”.
“My name is Chris, but the lads call me Dong, let’s not go into that for now”.
I started to feel something inside me, that I had not felt for years, passion. I began to feel horny and felt my clit swelling up. We chatted small talk, and he asked me if I would like to go and sit down, we were getting on like a house on fire. Just as we were sitting down, I felt my eyes pry to the crotch of his trousers. I could see the bulge and shape of his penis. I had never seen anything like it. It was like he had a salami down his pants.
We were in a quiet corner. We spoke about our lives. I told him I was married to a stockbroker, and I sensed he knew I was unhappy. He was very flirtatious and slapped my legs when giving me his patter. He was charming, a real gentleman with gorgeous blue eyes. I was feeling a bit tipsy and plucked up the courage to ask him,
“So why do your mates call you Dong?”.
“Well, let’s just say I’m gifted in the down below area”.
I do not know what came over me, it was probably the drink, and I asked,
“Can I feel it?”.
“Sure”, he said.
Nobody in the bar could see me move my hand under the table and place it onto his thigh. I moved my hand up towards his crotch, and there it was. Wow!!! It was huge. I thought cocks like that only existed in porn films. As my hand engaged with his massive cock, I could feel it swell. It was getting bigger; I could feel it throb. I could feel the wetness inside my pussy leaking out onto my knickers. Our eyes met, and we kissed. What I’m I doing I thought?
“Listen, I’m married. I’ve had a few drinks, and I’ve let myself get carried away. You are far too young for me; I should see what the girls are up to”.
“Ok, no problem. I’ll wait here for a few minutes as if I get up now, I might get throw out by the bar staff”.
“What do you mean?”, I said.
“I need to wait a minute for my erection to go down”.
I felt a mixture of embarrassment and sexual energy rushing through my body. I walked back through the bar to find my friends, thinking to myself, “What are you doing you fool, your too old for all of this now”.
I went to the ladies shortly after and looked down at my blue silk knickers. They were soaking wet. I have not felt so horny in years and did not think a woman could feel so horny. I wanted his dick inside me then and there, but where would we do it? It was a fantasy, the drink went to my head, a middle-aged woman’s dream.
“Where did you go?”, said my friend Sarah who was so pissed she did not see me slip off with Dong.
“Oh, I just got chatting”.
“You dirty devil. Right, let’s get moving, we need to hit a few more bars before the night is over. Come on girls”.
We left the bar, I did not get a chance to say goodbye, and that was that.
I went back to the village the next day, and life returned to normal. During the week Steve would work away, I would spend my days at the gym, having my nails done, ringing friends, and engaging in the idle chit chat of the village. Friday night we were down the pub, same old, same old.
I tried hard to ignore it at first, but I couldn’t help myself think about how this guy’s cock pulsed against my hand. “Stop it!”, I thought to myself, but I just couldn’t, and every time I thought about it, it made me horny, it made me wet. The more I tried to ignore the thoughts, the more they came.
Another Friday night came, we went down the pub. Steve had his six drinks, and back to the house for his usual roll on roll off fuck. He was getting quicker, that was a relief to me. I couldn’t feel a bloody thing. It was like sitting in a dodgem for two and a half minutes, whilst he was pumping away. I might as well sit in a dodgem for that length of time, as it would probably give me more sexual pleasure.
Another Friday night came, and I had a few. As I was walking upstairs with Steve, I began to let my imagination take over. I imagined that Dong was walking behind me and was taking me upstairs to fuck him with his massive cock. Just the thought of it made my clit throb, and my pussy run with juices that lapped over the side of my flaps. I took my skirt and knickers off, and closed my eyes, imagining he was there. Of course, he wasn’t, but I was imagining. I started to rub my clit as Steve was doing his pathetic thrusts. “You don’t normally do that dear”. I was in no mood to have my fantasy spoiled by him, “Just shush, and carry on”. I tried harder to imagine then….” Urgh”, Steve had cum faster than ever. He was getting worse, and he wasn’t that good to start off with.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying dear, but you were more slippery tonight”.
Of course, I was, I was thinking of a cock three times bigger and wider, that could satisfy me. Well, that was my fantasy spoilt, back to reality.
“Oh, really dear, you just really turn me on”.
If only the dumb fuck knew how I really felt, but this is something I needed to put up with. The other option was to give up my lifestyle and get a divorce. I did not want to give up my lifestyle, but so desperately wanted a real man’s cock.
When Steve is not around and working in London, I go up to the bedroom with a wide object imagining it was Dong’s big thick cock. I fuck myself, until I squirt. Some days I am so horny, I squirt so hard, it looks like a water pistol. Steve will never see me cum like this, he is just not capable of it, no matter how hard he tried, he will never be what I need.
This is just a fantasy for ladies like me, I’ve made my bed, with 4 and a half inches lying next to me.
Chapter 4 – My first big cock
A few months later one of the girls rang me from back home. It was another night out. There was a part of me who desperately wanted to meet Dong again, but I knew it was unlikely. There was the usual fun and frolics, mixed with lots and lots of alcohol. We were having an amazing evening. We must have walked into our 5th or 6th bar, then to my amazement, there he was Dong standing at the bar. “He won’t recognise me, there are loads of women in here that he could choose from”. As we were walking to the bar, he came over to me,
“Jenny isn’t it? it’s Chris how are you?”.
He remembered me. I was feeling like a teenager with a crush, all over again.
“Good, I remember you too Chris, it’s really good to see you”.
I could not tell him the truth, that I had been thinking about his massive dick ever since the evening I felt it swell against my hand under the table.
“I thought about you after we met, you’re a sexy lady”.
I started to blush. We started drinking and flirting, there was the same chemistry as last time. I felt my clit throb, how I longed for him to feel and touch me. My knickers were getting wet again. They hadn’t been this wet since last time I felt his cock under the table.
“Why don’t we go and sit down?”, he said.
I didn’t want to just sit and have a chit chat, I can do that with the village locals, inhibition had gone, and I wanted to push things further.
“Why don’t we go outside?”, I said to him.
He looked shocked. I whispered in his ear,
“I want to see your massive cock”.
We went outside, there was an alley by the side of the bar. It was quiet. He kissed me and felt my wet cunt.
“Jesus, someone’s feeling it”, he said.
I could hear people were not that far away, I didn’t want to get caught. I wanted to see his cock. We walked over to a secluded doorway that shielded us from view of passers by looking down the alley. He could just about cover his frame from view and lent against the wall. I got down on my knees and unzipped his trousers. I undid his clip, and slowly rolled back his underwear. His cock flopped down and hit me on my face.
I have never seen anything like it, and it was not even hard. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and started to suck him. He grabbed the back of my head, pushing it against his cock. It felt like people were getting closer. My clit was throbbing harder than I have ever felt in my life.
“People are coming, I am going to wank as well”.
He started wanking himself with the other half of his dick in my mouth. He pushed the back of my head to take more of it, I gagged on his dick. He wanked harder, took it out of my mouth.
“Open your mouth”, he said, and ejaculated over my face, with pulse after pulse. It dripped down my face, onto my neck and tits.
“I bet you don’t do that in the countryside everyday?”, he said cheekily.
I was horny and embarrassed. I was a mess. I did not know men could cum as much as that.
“You can’t go back into the bar looking like that”, he said.
I scrambled into my handbag, and found a packet of tissues, and wiped my face, neck, and tits down. There was cum on my top that I desperately tried to wipe off. I’ll go to the ladies.
“Do you want my number?”, he said.
“Well, I’m married so can’t really do this very often”.
“Listen, I make very unhappy married ladies happy, so hit me up if you are ever around”. He gave me his card.
I went back to the bar, and that was it. My first taste of a massive dick and I loved it.
I thought about it for days and days after. I’ve tasted massive cock, but I have yet to feel it inside me. I wonder what it will feel like. The cock I had sucked was so massive, I wondered if I could take it into my pussy. I was reassured that every time I thought about it, my clit would throb, and convinced myself I would be able to take it as I would be so wet.
Steve was getting on my tits, I just could not bear his “Little blue dick” inside me anymore, it did nothing for me. The next Friday after the pub I decided to put my foot down. We had our usual 6 drinks, and he followed me upstairs and into bed.
“I’m not really feeling it tonight dear”, I said.
“Ah, I am so disappointed, I’ve been looking forward to this all week”.
“Just take your pants off”, I said.
He looked pathetic with his little dick standing to attention, with his shirt still on.
“I am going to just wank you off, I can’t be bothered with it tonight, OK?”.
“Ok”, he said.
I started wanking his little dick and compared it to the big one that spunked over me. It was no comparison. Dong’s dick was nearly 3 times longer, and I could barely get my hand around it. Steve’s, I could wank him off between my thumb and forefinger. This is not a dick I thought to myself, whilst wanking him. Within less than two minutes, there was a groan, and a little dribble of cum spurted out of his dick. Not like the explosion that spunked over me from Dong.
“There you go, now let’s go to sleep”, I said.
I don’t think I can do this anymore; I need to find a dick that could satisfy me but how?
Chapter 5 – Addicted to big cock
The weeks rolled on, and my pussy craved to be filled and satisfied. Where could I find a dick like the one I tasted?
One of my girlfriends mentioned a swinging site she met guys from. I remember her saying it is like a dick sweet shop. Could I be so bold? This is something I would not normally do. These are strangers. Could I let a stranger fuck me? It had got to the point where I just could not take it anymore, and I decided to act.
I logged onto the website, “Fabswingers”. I needed to take a photo of myself, and my pussy. I have never done anything like this before, I was a relatively shy girl, and only been with a few guys. “Fuck it”, I thought, “I need it, and I am going to do it”.
I took a photo of myself in the mirror naked, with my gorgeous firm boobs showing, and my ass out a bit. I looked good if I say so myself. I decided to take a few close ups of my pussy, and then one of me bent over showing my pussy from behind. I was thinking about getting big dick when I was taking the photos, so my pussy was looking juicy and appealing.
I wrote a quick profile entitled, “Married woman seeks VWE guys only”. I made it very clear I wanted men who were hung, fit and could fuck. I uploaded it in hope, and not expecting much. There were thousands of women on this site, why would anyone choose me? Who knows, maybe I will be lucky, maybe not?
I forgot about my profile for a few days, and then logged back on. To my amazement, there were 350 messages from horny men who wanted to fuck me. It gave me such an ego lift, so many men wanted to meet me, pleasure me, fuck me, and I ended up with Steve. What have I been doing with my life?
I scrolled through the messages. Some were losers like Steve, but some of these guys were hot, I mean seriously hot. Ten years younger, hung like horses, and clearly knew what they were doing.
“Saw your photos, and you look hot. If you fancy hooking up for a chat, hit me”.
This guy caught my eye. He was black, 27, and had an Adonis body. His dick looked thick, with veins, and a fat headed ending. I felt so horny when I saw it. Not thinking too much about it, I messaged him back and gave my What’s App.
Steve was away until Friday, I amused myself like normal, gym, nails, and coffees. I got a ping on my phone, “Hey, it’s Dwayne you fancy meeting for a coffee?”.
I was trembling with excitement. “Yeah, sure, when and where?”.
“How about within the hour, I live close to you?”, he replied.
My pussy was dripping thinking about the sight of his cock, the thickness, the fullness, the explosion inside my pussy. I don’t think I could be bothered to sit and go through small chat; I wanted cock now. This is raw, and dangerous, but shall I invite him round to the house? What happens if the neighbour’s see? Maybe he could come round at night?
“Why don’t you come round at 9pm, I’ll ping you my address later. My husband is away xxx”.
“YES, I am standing to attention thinking about your pussy, I couldn’t get it out of my head. See you later x”, he replied.
I pinged him my details, and the anticipation was something like I have never experienced. The doorbell rang…and there he was, this handsome 27-year-old Adonis.
“Hey, you look better in the flesh”, he said.
“Do you want a drink first or shall we just go upstairs?”.
“I think there is only one answer to that”, we went upstairs.
I was living my fantasy, I had a man, hung like a horse who hopefully knew how to fuck.
We rushed into the bedroom, kissing as we did. My pussy was opening and gagging for his cock.
“Let’s see if the photos are real?”, I said.
I got down on my hands and knees, opened his trousers then pulled them down. I could see his bulge under his shorts. He looked huge. I slowly pulled down his shorts, and there it was before me, the very first big black cock I have ever witnessed. It was even bigger and thicker than Dong’s, and still not fully hard. I thought it was a myth, but the evidence was right in front of my eyes.
I pulled back his foreskin, and took him in my mouth, sucking and sucking on his massive meaty cock. It was longer than my face, and I could barely get it in my mouth.
“Bend the fuck over”, he said
I took off my clothes and bent over for him. He rubbed my wet pussy firmly with his hands, then fingered me with two, three, then four of his fingers. I could hear the squelch of my wet pussy as he was fingering me, faster and faster.
He took his fingers out of me, and then I felt something pressing against my entrance. It was his massive dick. Could I take it? I felt anxious. It was thick, he couldn’t get it in at first, but he pushed, some went in, pushed harder, a little more…harder…I could feel his throbbing head inside…then I gasped…he pushed it all in…I could feel him hit my top, something I have never felt before.
He pumped…and I could feel his throbbing head hit the top of my cunt each time…it felt amazing…something I have never felt…my pussy opened more…he grabbed my ass…then played with my arsehole with his thumb whilst he was fucking me…he spat on my arse…his thumb pressed harder…he spat again on my arse to lube my arsehole…he put his thumb in my arse whilst he was fucking me. I have never been so open…he fucked me harder…harder…I could feel the pressure building…building more…and more…and I exploded over his massive black dick.
“Yes”, he said…” That’s what I like to see, I bet your husband doesn’t make you cum like that?”.
“Not in a million years”, I groaned.
“Turn round, and put your legs over my shoulders”, so I did.
He started fucking me again…this time it was even deeper…his cock felt even harder…harder he pumped…harder…how much more of this pounding could I take? I was in ecstasy…I felt the pressure building again…more pressure…more pressure…and with a release I squirted again. I could feel the fluid run down my ass and onto my back…I could feel his head swelling…getting bigger…getting bigger…then he exploded inside my wet filled cunt…pulse…pulse…pulse…pulse.
Lying on my back he lent over me…
“Now suck the cum off my dick”, he said.
I could taste his cum and mine together, the taste of pure orgasm in my mouth.
I sat up and could feel his cum dripping out of me, onto the wet patch that I had made. WOW!!!
I was addicted to big cock, and I was not going to turn back now. My pussy ached for days afterwards, but it soon got used to being stretched expanding my limits beyond my wildest imagination.
Life returned to normal. Steve would continue to work away 4 days a week. I would arrange my meets using the website. Indeed, I felt I was in a dick sweet shop. I could not even be bothered to wank off Steve’s little blue dick anymore and told him to do it himself. He probably would not even touch the sides now, after being fucked by men 3 times his size. I longed for Monday’s, and began fucking 3 guys regularly, Dwayne being one of them.
Like all addicts, we can never get enough of a good thing. A few months passed, and Dwayne suggested if a friend of his could join us. It was something he and his mate did regularly. I was a bit sceptical about the thought. Sure, one of them could fuck him, whilst I sucked off the other. I thought about it, and sure it could work.
We arranged a meet. Dwayne showed me a photo of his friend. He was about the same age, fit, athletic build and was hung. He was not quite as well hung as Dwayne who boasted a 10-inch penis, but it was certainly at least 9 inches, and just as thick.
I met them both for a few drinks, and we all clicked. I was worried about the neighbours’ seeing men come into my house, so I would arrange to meet at Dwayne’s house that was 7 miles away.
We got to the bedroom, and all stripped down. I saw 2 massive cocks before me, taking turns to suck each one.
“We’ve done this before, so don’t worry we’ve brought the lube”.
“Brought the lube?”, I thought to myself, I get wet enough, why would I need lube.
Dwayne lay down.
“Ok, you sit on my dick whilst Toni takes you from behind”.
“You’ve got to be fucking joking, I can’t take 2 dicks in my pussy”, I said laughing. It would be impossible.
“who said anything about your pussy, just relax and enjoy. Toni will lube you. He’s an expert”.
As I slid down Dwayne’s long thick cock, I felt his friend rubbing liquid onto my ass. He continued to pour it whilst he started to enter my ass with his thumb.
“You’re going to love this”, he said.
“What the fuck?”, I thought to myself. No woman in the world could take a dick that big inside her bum. A thumb yes, 2 fingers maybe, even an average dick, but this guy was exceptional, and my pussy was already filled full.
Toni continued to lube my asshole, putting 2 fingers in whilst pouring the lube. My ass was getting as wet as my pussy. He crouched behind me, and I felt his thick dick press against my asshole. Just as I thought, that is not going in.
“Just relax”, he said as he pressed a little harder.
“There is no way, you will get that in”, I said.
“Just relax a little bit more, I’ve done this many times”, as he pushed.
I could feel the defence of my arsehole starting to give way, he had got some of it in. He poured some more lube on his cock, and pressed some more. A little more of his cock when inside me, it hurt at first, I had never been fucked in my ass before. He pushed, a little harder, then I gasped…he’s full dick was inside my asshole. I was being fucked by two massive cocks one in each hole. As I was riding Dwayne, Toni was sliding his dick in and out slowly at first…he got faster...I felt I was going to explode…before too long he was fucking my ass like it was a pussy. Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, it did. He was taking long and deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned each time it went back in. In and out with full strokes. I could feel these two dicks swelling harder and harder. Toni was starting to breathe heavily and then as he exploded his load up into my arse, I felt myself burst over Dwayne.
Toni pulled his dick out of my arse and I could feel his hot cum run out onto Dwayne’s balls.
“I hate that bit”, said Dwayne.
“Ok, if you don’t mind could you clean my balls. As much as I love my pal, I don’t like his cum dripping down me”.
I licked the hot cum that had been inside my ass off his balls, lapping up every bit. I felt like a slut, and I was a slut. I did not care. The feeling was worth it.
“Ok”, said Dwayne. “I think your ass deserves another load”.
Dwayne bent me over and started fucking my ass. I could feel the squelch as he was thrusting his cock into my cum filled ass. I loved it. It felt just as good as my pussy and could feel his dick pressed against my pussy deep from the other side. I felt the head of his cock swell…as he shot his load, I came again, squirting over his sheets making a puddle.
My arse hurt for days afterwards, but it was worth it.
Chapter 6 – Steve gets suspicious
Living this double life has its perks, but there is always a risk of being found out.
I was living the dream and I did not want it to end. When Steve was at work, I would fuck, mainly with a few regulars, but there is always a new cock to try in the cock sweet shop.
I tried to be as discrete as I could but living in a small village has its fair share of gossips. Although I tried to meet these big dicked guys at their place, sometimes, because of circumstance, they would come to mine. I told them to park away from my house and walk from down the lane to assure discretion.
Steve and I were down the Rose & Crown one Friday, and I overheard the loud-mouthed mushroom dick Toby saying something about men coming to my house whilst Steve was away. He laughed out loud, “Anyone would think Jenny is having an affair when you are in London Steve”.
I remember feeling embarrassed, and blushing. I wished the ground could swallow me up there and then. Someone has seen some of my big dicks arriving at the house.
I decided to confront Toby. I waited until he was standing at the bar alone.
“What’s this about me having an affair, Toby?”.
He looked shocked.
“It was only a bit of banter. I heard that some men have been to your house”, he replied.
I tried to think of something plausible to say.
“Of course, from time to time when I need something fixed. You know how big the house is, and I’m not good with DIY. You know Steve is in London. I do not appreciate what I heard, and I would kindly ask you to stop”.
The smile faded from his face, and I put him in his place. The last thing I needed was this gobshite blackening my name. What has it got to do with him anyway? He should concentrate on his own affairs in the bedroom and find a way to make his mushroom grow.
Later that evening, Steve asked me,
“There is no truth in anything Toby said is there?”.
“Of course not, he was just playing games with you. You know I take care of the house when you are away in London”.
He seemed to accept my explanation, and that was that for now.
The months passed. It’s a busy life being a hot wife, looking for men, arranging dates, ensuring no-one will see me together with these men. If anyone in the village did, that would be the end of it. This was not an option. It makes the housework busier also. Sometimes, one or two of the guys come to me especially one guy as I do not like his flat. I need to make sure I wash the bed sheets on the Thursday before Steve gets back from London, sometimes they are soaked with a damp patch at the centre of the bed, not making for comfortable sleeping.
One evening Steve returned unannounced on the Thursday evening. I had some things to do and hadn’t had a chance to put the bed sheets in the wash. I was going to do it Friday morning as I normally do. I make sure I have a good fuck on the Thursday to tie me over the weekend until Monday.
I forgot about the bed sheets, and there was a damp puddle of my squirt nearer Steve’s side of the bed.
As we were going to bed, I remembered. “I hope it has dried out by now”, but it takes a while, especially the amount I squirt. He got into bed, and a few seconds later I got what I dreaded.
“What’s that? The bed is wet. There is a damp patch here on my side. Why is the bed wet?”.
The simple reason I was squirting like a water gun a few hours before in this room, but I was not giving him that.
“Oh, I am not sure”
“I would really like to know, what’s going on?”, he said with suspicion in his voice.
I desperately tried to think of a reason.
“I think I had too much to drink last night and may have had an accident”. It seemed plausible enough.
I’ll put some new sheets on in the morning, the other ones are in the wash. The other sheets were still drying for my frolics from Wednesday. I told you it was a full-time job.
“Ok”, he said.
“You sleep on my side, and I will sleep in the spare room”.
Phew! I appeared to have got away with it until now.
Of course, the suspicion grew. A few months later Steve confronted me. I was downstairs in the living room having a cup of coffee. Steve came down holding a pair of my black lace knickers.
“What the fuck have you been doing?”.
He threw the garment down on the chair. I could see the white trails of cum stained onto them. They looked like avant-garde art. Of course, they were the knickers I wore when I met Dwayne and Toni two days ago, Steve must have found them in the laundry basket. Not only did they have one lot of cum leaking from my pussy onto them, but two, and these guys could fill cups with their loads.
“It looks like semen stains”, Steve said
Fuck, he is now suspicious. Even Steve wasn’t that naïve.
“I think you have had a hard week love, it’s not semen stains. I probably had a wet dream. I don’t appreciate you going through my dirty underwear like a pervert”.
There was an atmosphere, he was suspicious, but he left it for now.
Clearly this was toying on Steve’s mind. The following weekend, things were finally dawning on him.
“I think I need to be a bit more sexually adventurous. I would like to try giving you oral sex”.
Well, better late than never. At least it would keep me going until Monday. I let him do it, and showed him what to do, how I liked my clit being licked, sucked, then his tongue entered the inside of my wet pussy. As the weeks progressed, he became quite good at it, and I was getting some sort of satisfaction from his tongue that I could never get from his cock. He would wank for a few seconds afterwards. He was so sex starved and horny he would shoot his load very quickly. I made sure I had cum first. I did cum with Steve, but it was not like the squirts with my big dicked men. My ejaculations were more like dribbles out of my pussy, that Steve enjoyed licking.
A week passed, it was coming up to Christmas. I had been fucking this new guy I met off Fabswingers who is the biggest dick I have had yet. He was in his mid-twenties and when he came, it was like it was never going to stop. I took it all inside my cunt and loved the feeling afterwards.
I fucked this lad in the morning, and an hour after he left, Steve walked through the door.
“What are you doing back so early?”, I said.
“I thought I would come home early and surprise you with my tongue. Let’s go upstairs now”.
“Fuck”, I thought to myself. I could not let Steve go down on my pussy as it was still full of this lads cum. I was relaxing before jumping in the shower and hadn’t had a chance. He was already suspicious, and asking questions how he could satisfy me more, and be a better lover.
I went into the bathroom quickly and dabbed myself with tissue to wipe away this lads wetness. The problem is with fucking big cocks, when you fuck a guy with a really big dick, it goes deep, and the cum drips out for hours afterwards.
I did the best job I could and took my knickers off for Steve to go down on me. He appeared to enjoy it even more. I sensed he knew there was something going on but did not say anything. He was licking my cunt that was still swollen and open wide from earlier on that day. I wonder how many guys knew there are lots of women out there like me, and one could be their wife?
Eventually, the bubble burst. Steve was getting evermore suspicious, and I found him checking my underwear for evidence a couple of times. It is a full-time job having to remember not to wear black underwear as cum stains show up easily.
I had arranged to meet the guy who’s cum Steve licked out of me. He was young, mid-twenties and still living at home having returned from university. I used to fuck him at home, he was one of the few there was no other way, also the neighbours probably just thought he was someone who worked in the house or garden.
I was riding his massive cock reverse cowgirl, and I had my eyes closed as I was rocking up and down. It was Wednesday, and I made sure I would get my fill of dick before the weekend and Steve returned. I don’t know how long he was standing their watching me, but I opened my eyes, and Steve was stood there right in front of me whilst I had 11 inches of thick cock inside me.
He looked shocked, but the only time I have seen him looked more shocked is when the guy got up, picked up his clothes, and walked past Steve with his 11-inch dick still hard. Steve followed it with his eyes.
“Oh dear, you’ve caught me”, I said.
“How long has this been going on?”.
“A few years now, sorry Steve but I love big dick, and yours isn’t big enough”.
That’s the truth of the story, and why I became a hot wife.
There were some frank discussions between Steve and I in the aftermath as you can imagine.
Chapter 7 – The Aftermath
Well, what a mess. There were three options. Steve would ask for a divorce, at least I would get half of everything and be able to start again. Steve could ignore what happened, and I could pretend everything was alright, but clearly it was not. Steve could accept my lifestyle, and we could carry on.
For all the men reading this, women enjoy big cocks more. Any woman who tells you otherwise is either lying to protect your fragile ego or has not had a cock fill her in the ways you could not. The bigger cock I had, the more I needed it. Why on earth do you think so many women have affairs.
Your job and status mean squat, women may marry you for the security, but secretly desire a big dick. If we talk about what we desire, we are sluts, if we accept the mediocre, we are settling for second best. Size doesn’t matter, well boys, it does matter, and there is no better feeling for a woman that have a full big cock inside me, reaching into the depths of my pussy. If you do not believe me, ask your wife to try. Why on earth do you think they make dildos bigger than your cock?
I did have a sit down with Steve, and I explained I needed big dick and that was that. I could not live without it now my passion had been awakened.
There is more to this story, but you will have to wait until Part 2.
I hope you have enjoyed my confessions.
Jenny x |
