Hotwife Pt. 01 Oswald

I am writing this story, narrative, whatever you want to call it at the suggestion of my therapist. She suggested that because I write stories, putting my concerns into a story might help me resolve the confusion I am feeling about an incident which I was directly involved in recently. The incident threatens to overwhelm me, my marriage, and my whole ethical make up.

My name is Oswald. I am thirty-something, and married to Alice, a year younger than me. She has a sexy body, blue eyes to drown in, long black hair, and a pale complexion.

Peaches and cream, the British call that colouration. I love her firm, beautiful breasts with pale pink nipples that rise when she is aroused, and how vocal she is when she is cumming.

I am still not sure why she agreed to marry me because she is much more wild and adventurous than I am, but she did, and has made me a very happy man. We have been married for just over seven years and our relationship-- up until a month ago-- was good, solid, and loving.

Alice is a great sexual partner, inventive, responsive and just fun to be with. I have never been unfaithful to her.

I need to tell you things about her sexuality to make what happened more understandable.

Alice is easily aroused. She likes her nipples caressed, softly at first then increasingly firmly even up to biting.

Her neck is another erogenous zone. Kisses, caresses, and gentle biting arouse her rapidly. I suppose you could say that her whole body is an erogenous zone.

Aroused, she becomes demanding and unstoppable in pursuit of orgasms-- multiple orgasms, preferably.

I love sex, intimacy, and experimentation, and I will try anything at least once, but always with Alice's approval. Actually, Alice quite often takes the lead in our experiments.

Often, we end up just laughing at the failure of one of our more outlandish experiments. A happy sex life we have. Fulfilling.

One other thing I have not mentioned is that I have a Tumblr blog that has pictures of women in transparent clothing. Alice is aware of it, sometimes looking over my shoulder at it, but she does not seem to mind my slightly voyeuristic hobby.

If you stray from the straight and narrow on Tumblr, you can end up viewing some pretty dodgy blogs. At least, I think of them as being dodgy. Whatever. One of the hashtags I have found is #hotwife. I follow the hashtag occasionally, and I find the stories, texts, and captions to be quite erotic.

In fact, when Alice is away on business trips, I use the stories as triggers for quick and dirty masturbation. And sometimes, as the basis for the erotic stories I sometimes write.

I have always assumed that the stories, texts, and captions were all fiction. I could not imagine agreeing to allow Alice to have what they call a 'hall pass'.

In other words, to have some level of sex with another person, male or female.

Equally, I could not imagine Alice asking for a hall pass.

It seems to me to be crazy. How could I agree to Alice fucking someone? And even crazier, getting aroused by her reporting back, or even worse-- me watching?

And as for her getting home, dripping strangers' cum out of what I consider to bemypussy, and then me fucking her to reclaim her-- is far beyond my ability to understand.

I had mentioned this idea to Alice once, and she looked completely shocked at the idea. We had agreed it was crazy, a non-starter, and most likely, completely fictional.

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Three weeks ago, Alice was at an international conference that was being held in a conference centre on the other side of the country. The conference was scheduled to last a week, with an end-of-conference party on the Thursday evening.

We chatted intermittently, using a texting app that had both audio and video capabilities. The conference centre had WiFi for the attendees, so on the Tuesday, we had a video chat.

After a few minutes, Alice flashed her perfect breasts at me; I flashed my semi-erect cock at her. She responded by flashing her beautiful pussy at me, which brought me to perfect stiffness.

Then, she started to play with her clit. I could see her starting to get wet and could hear her murmuring soft, seductive sounds.

I was soon jerking off, while watching her masturbate. It did not take long for her to start making those sexy squeals she makes just before she comes, which of course, made me cum.

I splashed cum all over my t-shirt.

She then giggled, and said she would save her orgasm for Friday when she got home, and then I could 'lick her to paradise'. We did the same on Wednesday evening, with me cumming with her backing off again.

Thursday, just before the end-of-conference party kicked off, she videoed me. She was looking really sexy in a really tight black dress that only just covered her sexy body, showing all her contours that I know and love.

"Get me hot for the party, big boy!" she growled at me.

I laughed and flashed her again. Again, I came.

And again, she stopped just before her orgasm.

"You are just going to have to look at me on Friday evening, and I am going to cum immediately!"

She laughed and broke the connection before I could reply.

At about eleven o'clock that evening, my phone started ringing. A video call from Alice with her looking slightly drunk.

"Hey big boy! Meet Isaac. He is from Ethiopia and he's been looking after me tonight. Haven't you, babe?"

Isaac appeared, smiled, and waved.

"I want to dance with Isaac. Is that OK? Nothing more!"

Alice giggled, and jumped a little, almost as if Isaac had grabbed her backside.

"Sure!" I said, not overly concerned with the request. I trusted Alice to be careful about how things progressed.

Then my decadent mind murmured,If Isaac grabbed her arse and she said and did nothing, she has already gone way beyond just a dance.

Somehow, this thought of someone else's hand on my wife's backside aroused me, and I started to get an erection.

My decadent mind speculated more.He might just have had a hand under her dress, and at least one finger between her thighs, close to her pussy. And the dress,my decadent mind remarked,is loose enough to allow for such liberties.

Nonsense,retorted my conservative mind,Alice would never allow such such a thing!

Ten minutes later, I got a photo of Alice and Isaac dancing close together, with Alice looking flushed. Obviously some energetic dancing, I thought to myself.

Maybe some energetic grinding. They are standing very close, and Isaac's one hand is not really in evidence and his arm does arc down to Alice's backside. He is groping her arse, if not her pussy!whispered the decadent voice in my head.

My cock agreed, and to my surprise and shock, I started to get really hard. I was confused to say the least. I was getting a hard-on, thinking about another man groping my wife, potentially touching her pussy.

I pushed the thought aside, and went back to reading. A little while later, another text message arrived.

Alice> Love you babe! Please don't be cross or reject me, but I really really want to kiss Isaac. He is such a sexy man. Please!

I read and reread the message-- a couple of times. My conservative self was outraged, my decadent self exultant.Man! She is heading for a good fucking. Soon she is gonna ask for a hall pass! Believe me. She has been edging herself all week and now she is out of control! Turning in a real porn star is our Alice.

My cock once again agreed. It was then that I was at war with myself. My conservative side saying,NO!, and my decadent side saying,Yes, Yes, YES!I stared at the phone. It pinged again.

Alice> Please babe. I need him now!

My cock was now fully erect, and without thinking, I answered.

Me> Yes!

Then I quickly added,

Me> That is all!

A photo came next.

Alice and Isaac in a tight clinch, mouth to mouth, Isaac's one huge hand on one of Alice's breasts outside her top, the other looped around her body, clearly on her backside, pulling her hard up against him.

I took my cock out and began to stroke it, while looking at the picture.

My imagination ran wild, and my conservative side stopped commenting entirely.

Alice> Babe I need a hall pass. I need to fuck this guy. He has such a beautiful cock. Please babe. Please. Say yes. Don't hate me. Please!

This was followed by a photo of Alice holding a large erect cock.

I was outraged... and aroused beyond belief.

My mind was in an uproar.How can she do this to me? Why am I so aroused? This is shameful. They are not on the dance floor any more. They are in someone's bedroom!

This is so very sexy. This shouldn't be happening. This is happening. You can't stop it. Just enjoy.

To my horror, I was by this time, gritting my teeth and trying not to cum.

Again, pretty much without thinking it through, I texted back.

Me>Yes. But I want to see. Put the video on. Slut!

As an afterthought,

Me> I love you!

The phone screen flickered and a hotel room appeared and then waved around a bit as the phone was propped up on a dressing table, and I could see a bed on which the bed clothes were already rumpled. Obviously, they had been doing things on the bed before she asked me.

Alice moved into view, still dressed.

"Thank you babe! I love you. Please don't reject me when I get home."

"Not likely that I am going to fire my favourite porn star."

I flashed my rampant erection at the screen. Alice giggled, as I stroked my cock slowly and rhythmically. Where was all this coming from? I was part horrified, part aroused.

Isaac slid in behind her and his hands rolled her dress down, uncovering her breasts. She leant back, exposing her breasts completely to me.

Those huge hands slid slowly upwards over her breasts, gently caressed the nipples into tumescence, and then slowly started increasing the pressure until she was writhing against him, her head thrown back, her mouth open.

Isaac's head dipped down, and he bit her neck, causing her to gasp loudly. The bite left a red mark on her soft, pale neck.

Just the way she likes it,the decadent voice noted.He has done that before. Practiced I'd say. In fact they have probably been doing this all week.

My conservative voice and decadent voices were for once in agreement.

"Slut! But oh so sexy," my voice said out loud.

The comment just seemed to encourage her and she ground her hips backwards against Isaac.

She can feel that cock on her arse now,my decadent voice gloated.

Unless it is already in her.Even my conservative voice seemed aroused.

Better not be. We must see her penetrated. Slowly. Deeply.my decadent voice fully into the action.

Isaac's hand moved downwards, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up until I could see her pussy, swollen and oozing, with juices running down her legs. He thrust his fingers into her mouth, their size stark and harsh against her small features.

Spit ran down her chin, as his fingers worked her mouth. Then his fingers slid downwards, found her pussy lips and started stroking her clit. I could hear her moans getting louder, more guttural with each stroke of Isaac's fingers.

Her voice was an almost continual sound, "Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Isaac grabbed her by the hips and pulled her slowly back against him. His cock head appeared between her thighs, brushing against her pussy lips, just parting them.

It stuck out in front of her, as if she had grown a penis of her own. It was slick with her sex juices and his spit.

Fuck,I thought to myself.How long is that thing?

Isaac pushed her hips away, slowly, sensuously and his cock head disappeared between her pussy lips, probably rubbing up against her clit.

She pushed back against him, her pussy lips parted and his penis appeared again, deeper inside her pussy lips this time.

A pink flush started from her breasts. As it rose up her neck, I watched the pink tide rise inexorably up her face, signaling that she was about to cum, and cum really hard.

"Ah! Fuck!" she shouted. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Frantically riding his cock between her thighs, as she came.

"Stick your cock in me!" she said, and bent forward at the waist.

Her flushed face filled the screen and I could see Isaac standing behind her, holding her by the hips. Her dress was crumpled up around her waist, so that she was to all intents and purposes, naked. Isaac pulled back slowly till his cock slid upwards past her pussy, past her arse, and up onto her back where I could see it throbbing.

He looked directly at the camera, and smiled. He stroked his cock so that I could see its length and hardness, then moved back and pressed it down so that it had to be touching her cunt. She tried to push backwards, but he held her hips away, teasing her and looking at me.

"No! Fuck me!" she moaned

He laughed, slapped her bum cheek hard. She reared up, but he pushed her back down.

"Stay still there, slut!" he said, and slapped her again. She jerked, but didn't rear up again.

"Stay there and look at your cuck husband, slut."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up so that she had to make eye contact with me.

She looked up at me, but she didn't see me because she was so driven by lust.

Who would have thought?murmured my decadent voice.Likes a bit of brutality does she?

No. that's just him!my conservative voice said, missing all the signals.

Nope! She could have stopped him easily enough. He has slapped her before and she liked it then. look at her face! Serious lust there.

"I am now going to fuck your wife, like she's never been fucked before."

Isaac picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed, then stepped aside. Alice was left with her legs spread wide, knees up, and her pussy gaping open. Isaac stepped into view, showed me his huge cock, and then knelt down on the bed between her legs. He left his legs wide enough apart so that I could see his cock pointing directly at her exposed pussy and his balls hanging down, waiting to slap against her naked arse.

He paused in that position, letting me get a good look at what was to come.

Alice became impatient and grabbed his cock and pulled it towards and into herself. His cock head entered her, and spread the lips of her pussy. He stopped there and I could see Alice thrusting frantically, trying to get his cock into her.

Then, slowly, he pushed forward until his cock was fully inside her and his balls were resting against her arse.

"No! Please. Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

Eventually, he pulled back and then he slammed his hips forwards making an audible smacking sound. Alice cried out.

I could see his balls resting against her backside.

"Don't stop! Fuck me! Hard!"

Alice sounded like she had never before sounded with me, almost hysterical.

Now she is going to get seriously fucked!exalted my decadent voice.

"Go on man, give it to her. Miss Goody obviously wants it! Hard!" I shouted.

"Yes. Do what he says. Fuck me hard!"

Isaac started moving inside her, his cock ploughing rhythmically into her pale, exposed body.

Each time he pulled out,Alice's pink, delicate pussy lips were dragged out with his cock and pushed back in as he thrust back into her.

Soon, Alice was moaning, her hands grabbing at his backside, pulling him into her as she tried to get him to go faster.

Then Isaac turned Alice around so she was facing the camera; her breasts hung down and her head was almost on the bed. Isaac looked directly at the camera, as he fucked her doggy style, slowly, remorselessly, his hand entwined in her hair, pulling her head back so that I could look at her face as he ploughed into her. Her mouth drooped open, her eyes widened, and her whole body jerked each time he thrust into her.

I could hear the wet sound of his cock sliding into her drenched pussy. Every time he thrust into her, her head would come up, face toward me, but she wasn't seeing me, or for that matter, anything else-- the lust making her blind.

It seemed to go on forever. Eventually, Isaac's thrusting became more rapid and his breathing more irregular. He started growling, which triggered Alice's next orgasm, and then he started to pull out before cumming.

"No. No. Cum inside me. Don't pull out!"

I could see him shuddering, and could only imagine the streams of cum pouring into my wife's distended pussy.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Alice said, and she, my beloved Alice, reached forward and turned the video off.

I sat alone in the darkness of our shared bedroom, stunned by what I had just witnessed.

My mind swung wildly between lust and rage. Disgust with myself for having let it happen. Disgust at her for showing me. I was bewildered because I had enjoyed it, because I had encouraged her, and because of the wet evidence showing that I had been a willing, albeit remote, participant of the whole performance.

Eventually, I found a bottle of whiskey and drank it all down rapidly to block out the memory of the sounds of Alice being fucked like a cheap slut, and to kill the images of her lust-filled face that I kept playing over in my mind. I had never fucked her so ruthlessly, ever.

Friday morning dawned brightly on a not-so-bright hangover. The previous night's memories still haunted me-- the images, the sounds, the emotions-- all crowded in on me.

Then I found more photos on my phone-- Alice bent over, a cock in her arse; then an after photo, with cum dribbling down from her arse.

Then one of her sucking that enormous cock and ending up with cum in her hair and on her face.

I was shocked and aroused simultaneously.

The dichotomy between rage, jealousy and disgust, lust and arousal caused me to despair. The thought that the woman I had hoped to have children with-- had deliberately shown herself to me to be a complete slut-- was confusing.

And I had agreed to it all. My world was completely turned upside down. Did I hate her for hiding this part of herself from me? Did I hate myself for being aroused by her naked lust? What had I missed?

All unanswerable questions. All I knew with any certainty was that I still wanted her in my life, in my bed, and in my heart. That whatever had changed must be accommodated.

I was at the airport well in time to pick her up. When I got there, I did not know how to act, so I relied on the karate concept of 'empty mind'. I planned nothing, I just arrived and I waited, watching for her to arrive.

No expectations.

Then, suddenly, she was there-- walking slowly and uncertainly toward me; looking down at the ground, her long black hair covering her face, hesitant. She walked up to me, looked up and started to speak.

I put my finger in her lips and then folded her into my arms.

This was my beloved wife and she needed comfort. So I gave it. Without judgement. She sagged against me, so I held her like that until she straightened up.

"Let's get you home. You've been away too long."

She nodded, smiled weakly at me, and we headed on home.

At home, we said very little to each other, doing the normal, comforting rituals automatically.

When she stripped for bed, her body was as perfect as it ever had been, and there were no signs of the battering she had taken from Isaac, of the lust she had experienced-- just the soft, beautiful Alice I knew and loved.

In bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her mouth, then her neck, moving slowly, deliberately as I always had done, I felt her slowly come alive, sighing with each practiced caress, each kiss, each breath. As I got to her breasts, I looked up at her.

"My beautiful woman! I love you!"

And then we made furious, frantic love, or was it lust-driven sex? Was it a beginning, or an end?