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Be Careful What You Wish For
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I'm not sure if this counts as a hotwife experience as although Vicky was a wife, she wasn't my wife. I'd been separated for a couple of years and Vicky was in an open marriage. By the time we met, thanks to a well known app, I'd had five years of sparse, three times a year "duty sex" from my ex and then two years of nothing. It was wonderful to have someone who actually wanted me. Vicky was sexually liberated and much more experienced than me. I had quite a few "firsts" with her. She was open to anything and seemed to be always horny. We had been seeing each other for about six months when the idea of a threesome came up. It was a new thing for both of us and Vicky asked me what I hoped to get from it. I admitted that my fantasy was to watch her being fucked by another man. The moment I said it, her eyes flashed and she gave me a wicked grin.
"be careful what you wish for..."
I asked her what she meant
"do you think you could handle watching me taking another man's cock? Watching me enjoy getting fucked by someone who isn't you? Wouldn't you get jealous?
My stomach lurched and my mind raced with conflicting thoughts of lust, excitement and apprehension. But instead of talking it all through with Vicky, I simply said
"no, I don't think it would make me jealous". (Play it cool, Rodders)
"We'll see" she replied.
Then she went AWOL. From texting each other numerous times every day, suddenly there was radio silence. The two blue ticks went unanswered.
I was distraught and upset. Eventually, after about five days, she responded.
"You still think you can handle seeing me with another man?"
"Because I've got one" |
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Vicky immediately send me a full length picture of a naked man who looked to be about 20 years younger than me, fit and toned. Vicky had blurred his face but his face wasn't what I noticed first. It was the long cock with a bulbous head that hung down at least six inches semi-erect.
"This is Forrest"
I remembered the name immediately. A former work colleague who she had been seeing before she met me. She'd described him as very fit but also very arrogant. I had no idea he was also blessed with a body and a cock that put me to shame.
"Forrest and I are having after work drinks in a bar. I think he wants to fuck me later. Should I?"
"Do you want to?" I replied.
"It's not about what I want, it's about what you want"
I had a feeling that I was being led into a trap but didn't know what to do
"Go for it, baby".
"Do you want to see what we get up to?"
"Yes"
"Be careful what you wish for .." |
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Vicky texted me "Be careful what you wish for .." at about 8pm. Then nothing until about 10pm, when she sent me a picture of the signage of nearby Premier Inn. It was clear that she and Forrest were going to spend the night together. I texted her a few times that night with various versions of "hey, what's going on?", but the messages were all unread and I eventually gave up at about 3am and fell asleep wondering what the hell I had done to mess this all up.
I awoke five hours later to the sound of multiple messages arriving on my phone. There were three pictures that had come from a mobile number that wasn't Vicky. One looked like it was taken on the street and showed Vicky's hand, with its distinctive little tattoo, grasping a thick, erect cock. One was Vicky with a bulbous cock head filling her mouth, looking straight at the camera lens, straight at me. One had clearly been taken by Forrest and showed him penetrating her from behind.
Then there was a short video where Vicky was holding the phone filming her face as Forrest slammed her hard and fast. Her eyes were rolling, her mouth was open and she was clearly enjoying the experience. There was only one piece of text accompanying it all
"Say thank you" |
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Vicky texted me the next morning
"So did you enjoy your cuckold experience?"
I had to admit that although the pictures and video were hugely exciting, the humiliation element had been unexpected and had really killed the vibe for me. I was learning the hard way. She also said that it had been Forrest's idea to taunt me and that she wouldn't be playing with him again, however impressive his cock was.
I thought that was the end of it and possibly the end of us. We didn't seem to be connecting the way we used to and certainly weren't texting as often. Then one afternoon I had a text which simply said "come to me". Last minute booty calls were a feature of our relationship. Vicky's husband worked from home but occasionally went into the office. When he did, I would go round and Vicky and I would have sex. Although their relationship was open, he didn't like her bringing other men to the house. Vicky saw that more as a guideline than a rule, however.
I jumped in the car and drove the 30 minutes to her house. When Vicky opened the door, she was wearing only a silk kimono. She took my hand and led me upstairs. The bed was a mess and the room smelled of sex. I could also see that Vicky's hair had that just-fucked messy look. She looked at me with those wicked eyes that always made my heart lurch.
"How do you fancy some sloppy seconds?" She asked. |
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My eyes widened and I felt a twinge of lust at the thought of sloppy seconds
"You and Sean?" I asked.
"Nooo", she laughed. Why would I fuck my husband when there are so many more men to enjoy?"
"Who then?"
"Let's just say that Tinder is a wonderful thing. Now do you want to hear about it or just imagine it?"
Vicky took my hand and put it between her legs.
"My God, you're so wet" I murmured
"Are you sure that's just me?" she teased
"Tell me what you did"
"No"
"Please tell me"
"Lick me and I'll tell you exactly what I did, or rather what he did to me"
Vicky laid back on her bed and spread her legs as I gingerly kneeled down and moved my face between her thighs, her pussy inches from my face. I was excited and repelled at the same time. I could tell she'd been fucked but she wasn't oozing cum the way I'd seen it in porn videos. It all looked pretty clean and I really wasn't sure if I wanted to taste another man's spunk anyway.
I started to lick her and true to her word, she told me all about it. I have no idea how much she made up but the details included a fit, muscled dude with nine inches of monster cock fucking her mercilessly. She began rubbing her clitoris as I licked, but as she got closer to orgasm and more of her juices began to smear my face, I became more and more convinced that whoever fucked her had used a condom. Her pussy may have had a workout but it tasted the same as always. The closer she got to cumming, the hornier I became. The moment of truth occurred when she reached orgasm. She was furiously rubbing her clit as her muscles contracted and I pushed my tongue as deep inside her as it would go. Then I tasted something different.... |
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