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Pleasures of a Hotwife, a wife’s perspective

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Pleasures of a shared/hotwife... Part One
Wife’s Perspective

Let me say right from the start, my husband loves me very much and actively encourages me to pursue sexual relationships to satisfy both my physical and emotional needs and desires as long as I come home to him to share my encounters and of course to submit my curvaceous body for his intimate examination... that's how he enjoys the benefits of being married to a “shared hotwife”.
Marc particularly enjoys thoroughly inspecting my well used body and collecting evidence of how I've been treated and enjoyed especially if I've been away for a couple of days, and very occasionally pleasured by a number of partners.

We are both on our second marriage and have been together for over twelve years. I married when I was just eighteen and I started having sex at just fourteen so I’m quite experienced. Meeting and subsequently being married to Marc was quite a liberating point in my life but despite sharing our new life together, I was disappointed by his sexual performance and inadequate penis size and secretly started to fantasize about the missed opportunity to enjoy sexual pleasures with other guys. I’ve always needed a lot of sex and have always been told I have a body built for giving sexual pleasure... something I’ve always been proud of.

A while ago, Marc discovered some videos of me being fucked by a casual acquaintance quite by chance in my personal effects and hundreds of very intimate photographs stored on a thumb drive, taken when I was married to my first husband. I decided to tell him the full story about my earlier life and experiences and I think he was genuinely shocked learning about my activities but desperate to know every last little detail. I felt like he was judging me when I told him and was sure he was thinking I was some sort of *****. The dynamic of our relationship completely changed as a result of my disclosure and he confessed to me his latent desire to watch me being pleasured by other guys, who he said would offer me pleasure way beyond what he could offer.

At that point in my life I was reasonably content to concentrate on our marriage and try and forget about my earlier sexual activities, some of which I was less than proud about. However Marc just couldn’t let it go and over the next three or four years constantly brought up the subject of me being shared with another guy. When we had sex he would constantly refer to me being fucked in the videos and how much he wanted to see me sharing my body with another guy. Every time we went anywhere, he would ask me if I liked a particular guy or even if I could consider having sex with him, it became an obsession with him and It almost became the main point of conversations between us. Eventually after a great deal of persuasion and to some degree coercion, assuring me it would bring us closer together, satisfy my sexual needs and strengthen our marriage. I finally agreed to let him share me just to satisfy his deep seated lustful desires.

We both researched the subject of sharing and the Cuckold lifestyle which I thought was the direction we were heading, but over a period of time I realised it was not going to be as simple as that.

The second part of our adventure will be from My husbands perspective
 
As a new shared hotwife, I thought it was important to share a little of the effects and impact my transition to a hotwife has had from my husbands perspective. So this is really Marcs story.

A HUSBANDS PERSPECTIVE

Part One - The Long Road
My heart’s pounding away as I try desperately to control my mounting feelings of jealousy. I’m angry and confused as I pace around the empty house in frustration.. anxiety coursing through my naked body, uncontrollable emotions burning deep my very being leaving me trembling and sobbing in this self inflicted torment. The pathetic excuse of an erection between my legs starts to harden as I feel strangely aroused, but all it does is remind me that I am in sexual anguish, nothing more than a pathetic inadequate husband. A feeling of utter hopelessness consumes me now but I must not let go of the vision that this will somehow transform me, I don’t know how yet but things will change I’m sure of it.
It’s going to be a long night I know that, I can’t or won’t be able to turn these feelings off until I have my wife in my arms again, or sleep takes me.

Five years on, and I have learned that is the mix of torturous feelings and dangerously dark emotions that truly empowers me. I absorb and feed off the sexual pleasure it gives me, the sheer torment of knowing that my beautiful mature wife is sharing her voluptuous body with another better equipped man. I visualize the scene, her legs wide open enjoying his big cock as he displaces her virgin cervix like I could never hope to do, it fills me with a kind of weirdly pleasurable cuckold angst.
Of course the jealousy never really goes away, it’s a visceral feeling, a punch to the gut knowing my gorgeous wife has willingly submitted her body for pleasure, but this is what we both wanted. We knew right from the start there was no going back, no guilt, no recriminations. I’ve worked hard to switch off my inner feelings of jealousy and sexual ownership towards her a long time ago, I had no option. It was like flicking off an old circuit breaker in the dark basement of my mind… one I rarely revisited probably for my own sanity, I’d even learnt to gracefully accept the odd humiliating comment.

It was my idea originally I accept that, it was my fantasy and I worked hard to plant the seed of an idea and finally persuade her that as a ‘hotwife’, it could not only strengthen our own relationship but give her the empowerment and freedom she needed to explore and develop her inner desires and needs. In the early days of our relationship sharing her was something I never really thought about and I knew very little of the ‘lifestyle’. Being a self confessed porn addict the idea of sharing her or perhaps a MMF threesome quickly formulated in my mind and once the idea took hold there was no going back.
I didn’t really know what label to give our relationship now, Cuckold husband in some ways perhaps, my wife likes to describe herself as a hotwife, but I do accept I have no desire or confidence to fuck other women but in truth, my end-game was always to turn her into a shared/Hotwife and share in her sexual experiences.

When we were out together, I did the classic thing of asking her opinion of guys we might see or meet, casually asking if she felt sexually attracted to them. I convinced myself that she needed more than I could give her and I guess in reality ‘we both knew that deep down, but it took me years of encouragement and persuasion to get her to even consider the idea of taking another lover. I was prepared to sacrifice her to feed my perverse sexual fantasies, what kind of husband does that?

Through no fault of my own I’m the ‘not so proud’ owner of a smaller cock. I’ve suffered the humiliation and rejection that comes with that and I suppose I’d come to the realization the only way to develop my fantasy was through sharing in my wife’s pleasures second hand. Without her knowledge, I had discovered some very explicit videos and photographs of her and to begin with, wasn’t sure if I should even confront her over these, after all I guessed it was a part of her life she’s wasn’t ready to share, although I was curious about why she had kept them. I watched the videos many times masturbating and edging each time, mesmerized by the scene of my lovely wife Mya being impaled on a much bigger cock than mine, fucking like a common *****. I almost felt physically sick watching her opening her legs wide and beckoning her lover to fuck her. After a few months, I did eventually confront her over the videos and with a degree of initial reluctance she finally told me everything I was so desperate to know. She was angry and embarrassed knowing that i had found then and confided that after her divorce she had experienced the pleasures of a new found freedom and a result had engaged in a very active sexual encounter with a guy she met online. He introduced her into his dark world of what can only be described as sexual experimentation and in my opinion, exploitation and not just by him. I was quite shocked to hear my sweet loving wife talk about her past like this and my emotions were running wild at the thought of her encounters and how they must have changed her. At that point the whole dynamic changed between us and I realized that she wasn't quite the prim and proper woman I thought I had married and It reinforced my fantasy of sharing her even more.

I suppose initially there was a degree of coercion and selfishness on my part as I encouraged her to consider the idea of sharing her body with other partners for pleasure. I made a point of watching lifestyle videos with her to gauge her reactions and continued to remind her that it would develop her personal fulfilment and identity. I suppose I was trying to manipulate her feelings and often brought up to subject of her having sex with other men when we were in bed, but was very careful not to bring up the subject of her past. I wanted her to feel special not a *****.
This situation went on for quite a while and became a sort of fantasy between us, although initially she firmly rejected the idea of actually sharing herself in the flesh, which I felt was quite hypocritical considering her previous experiences, knowing she wasn’t the squeaky clean innocent woman she made herself out to be.
Looking back, our sex life had definitely deteriorated and become rather mundane with neither of us making much effort. She preferred pleasuring herself with her glass dildo and using her hitachi magic wand than actual sex and didn’t seem to mind me watching almost as a voyeur rather than a participant. it was almost like she was provoking me.
I was lying close to her watching her penetrate herself with her curved lifesized dildo, her eyes shut as her body writhed and adapted to the pleasure she was experiencing, I could sense she was at her most vulnerable. I whispered in her ear if she would like to try another lover with a bigger cock than her dildo and my patience was rewarded when
she moaned slightly and said the words I had so longed to hear… “yes I think I’m ready” nothing more, nothing less, just a simple statement of fact that I immediately understood.

After all this time I suppose I was a little taken by surprise but hugely excited at the prospect. She hadn’t changed her mind by the morning so very cautiously we spent the next few weeks discussing our plans. How she might meet suitable partners, what rules we needed to agree on and what part I would play. Of course I was completely taken aback by her sudden change of heart but didn’t once think or dare to question her decision. We both agreed it would be best to insist of condoms and initially no anal. She also insisted that I wasn’t to be present the first time, she wanted to be sure it was the right decision for her and didn’t want me interfering. We discussed views on kissing new partners which can be a difficult decision for some people, but we both agreed it was very much part of a fulfilling sexual encounter and to be encouraged. As she said, she’s not a ***** and shouldn’t be expected to behave like one!

After months of searching and contributing to specialist web forums, we finally made contact with a guy who invited us into what we felt would be the answer to our prayers, a very private group of like minded individuals who attended adult house parties.
Over the next few weeks as invited guests, we got to know other couples and some very open minded individuals, and as my wife started to exercise her new found freedom within our marriage she quickly started to exploit the attention she was getting. In turn, I reveled in the feeling of power and control it gave me when guys asked for my permission to fuck her. As we had agreed, the first time she had sex with another guy was behind closed doors. She had chosen a slightly younger man for her first encounter and they disappeared for a couple of hours in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The experience was totally energizing for both of us, and after some coaxing she eventually shared every little detail with me once we returned home. She told me she wanted to continue and that was the start of this new chapter in our lives. The one regret I have is not being there to watch the first time. Making love her after her first encounter felt incredible knowing she’d just been fucked by another guy, I was imagining what it must have felt like for her having her cunt opened up as her tight muscles accommodated a bigger cock. She certainly felt different and she had a permanent smile on her face!

Over the next few weeks, I actually watched her having sex three times with different men and I naturally imagined our new ‘sharing relationship’ would include my participation, or at the very least as a voyeur, but she didn’t always want me to be part of her sharing experiences which I had to accept.

We are both on our second marriages and I’m fully aware she has always been a very open minded as far as sex is concerned. She has taught me that women have the right to sexual fulfilment and if for any reason they cannot find that fulfilment with their husband they have the right to look for another partner. For her, sex is separated from our marital love, but I do recognize an emotional connection is important to her before she chooses a partner. Of course I appreciate that every relationship like ours is going to attract judgement and labels, it’s always going to be different, and after all this time we are still finding our way-and I continue to live with the consequences.
So this was how we had become, I had encouraged her to explore her needs and sexual desires to feed my fantasies, so now I had to accept the consequences, but my time would come very soon then she would be all mine to do as I please and I was already thinking of all the ways she would be submitting her ravaged curvaceous body to me sharing her inner thoughts, perhaps a little too much for any wife to share with her husband.
 
CurvyMatureamateur said:
Pleasures of a shared/hotwife... Part One
Wife’s Perspective

Let me say right from the start, my husband loves me very much and actively encourages me to pursue sexual relationships to satisfy both my physical and emotional needs and desires as long as I come home to him to share my encounters and of course to submit my curvaceous body for his intimate examination... that's how he enjoys the benefits of being married to a “shared hotwife”.
Marc particularly enjoys thoroughly inspecting my well used body and collecting evidence of how I've been treated and enjoyed especially if I've been away for a couple of days, and very occasionally pleasured by a number of partners.

We are both on our second marriage and have been together for over twelve years. I married when I was just eighteen and I started having sex at just fourteen so I’m quite experienced. Meeting and subsequently being married to Marc was quite a liberating point in my life but despite sharing our new life together, I was disappointed by his sexual performance and inadequate penis size and secretly started to fantasize about the missed opportunity to enjoy sexual pleasures with other guys. I’ve always needed a lot of sex and have always been told I have a body built for giving sexual pleasure... something I’ve always been proud of.

A while ago, Marc discovered some videos of me being fucked by a casual acquaintance quite by chance in my personal effects and hundreds of very intimate photographs stored on a thumb drive, taken when I was married to my first husband. I decided to tell him the full story about my earlier life and experiences and I think he was genuinely shocked learning about my activities but desperate to know every last little detail. I felt like he was judging me when I told him and was sure he was thinking I was some sort of *****. The dynamic of our relationship completely changed as a result of my disclosure and he confessed to me his latent desire to watch me being pleasured by other guys, who he said would offer me pleasure way beyond what he could offer.

At that point in my life I was reasonably content to concentrate on our marriage and try and forget about my earlier sexual activities, some of which I was less than proud about. However Marc just couldn’t let it go and over the next three or four years constantly brought up the subject of me being shared with another guy. When we had sex he would constantly refer to me being fucked in the videos and how much he wanted to see me sharing my body with another guy. Every time we went anywhere, he would ask me if I liked a particular guy or even if I could consider having sex with him, it became an obsession with him and It almost became the main point of conversations between us. Eventually after a great deal of persuasion and to some degree coercion, assuring me it would bring us closer together, satisfy my sexual needs and strengthen our marriage. I finally agreed to let him share me just to satisfy his deep seated lustful desires.

We both researched the subject of sharing and the Cuckold lifestyle which I thought was the direction we were heading, but over a period of time I realised it was not going to be as simple as that.

The second part of our adventure will be from My husbands perspective
Click to expand...
Just luv this story...and I so adore a nasty HOTWIFE
 
CurvyMatureamateur said:
As a new shared hotwife, I thought it was important to share a little of the effects and impact my transition to a hotwife has had from my husbands perspective. So this is really Marcs story.

A HUSBANDS PERSPECTIVE

Part One - The Long Road
My heart’s pounding away as I try desperately to control my mounting feelings of jealousy. I’m angry and confused as I pace around the empty house in frustration.. anxiety coursing through my naked body, uncontrollable emotions burning deep my very being leaving me trembling and sobbing in this self inflicted torment. The pathetic excuse of an erection between my legs starts to harden as I feel strangely aroused, but all it does is remind me that I am in sexual anguish, nothing more than a pathetic inadequate husband. A feeling of utter hopelessness consumes me now but I must not let go of the vision that this will somehow transform me, I don’t know how yet but things will change I’m sure of it.
It’s going to be a long night I know that, I can’t or won’t be able to turn these feelings off until I have my wife in my arms again, or sleep takes me.

Five years on, and I have learned that is the mix of torturous feelings and dangerously dark emotions that truly empowers me. I absorb and feed off the sexual pleasure it gives me, the sheer torment of knowing that my beautiful mature wife is sharing her voluptuous body with another better equipped man. I visualize the scene, her legs wide open enjoying his big cock as he displaces her virgin cervix like I could never hope to do, it fills me with a kind of weirdly pleasurable cuckold angst.
Of course the jealousy never really goes away, it’s a visceral feeling, a punch to the gut knowing my gorgeous wife has willingly submitted her body for pleasure, but this is what we both wanted. We knew right from the start there was no going back, no guilt, no recriminations. I’ve worked hard to switch off my inner feelings of jealousy and sexual ownership towards her a long time ago, I had no option. It was like flicking off an old circuit breaker in the dark basement of my mind… one I rarely revisited probably for my own sanity, I’d even learnt to gracefully accept the odd humiliating comment.

It was my idea originally I accept that, it was my fantasy and I worked hard to plant the seed of an idea and finally persuade her that as a ‘hotwife’, it could not only strengthen our own relationship but give her the empowerment and freedom she needed to explore and develop her inner desires and needs. In the early days of our relationship sharing her was something I never really thought about and I knew very little of the ‘lifestyle’. Being a self confessed porn addict the idea of sharing her or perhaps a MMF threesome quickly formulated in my mind and once the idea took hold there was no going back.
I didn’t really know what label to give our relationship now, Cuckold husband in some ways perhaps, my wife likes to describe herself as a hotwife, but I do accept I have no desire or confidence to fuck other women but in truth, my end-game was always to turn her into a shared/Hotwife and share in her sexual experiences.

When we were out together, I did the classic thing of asking her opinion of guys we might see or meet, casually asking if she felt sexually attracted to them. I convinced myself that she needed more than I could give her and I guess in reality ‘we both knew that deep down, but it took me years of encouragement and persuasion to get her to even consider the idea of taking another lover. I was prepared to sacrifice her to feed my perverse sexual fantasies, what kind of husband does that?

Through no fault of my own I’m the ‘not so proud’ owner of a smaller cock. I’ve suffered the humiliation and rejection that comes with that and I suppose I’d come to the realization the only way to develop my fantasy was through sharing in my wife’s pleasures second hand. Without her knowledge, I had discovered some very explicit videos and photographs of her and to begin with, wasn’t sure if I should even confront her over these, after all I guessed it was a part of her life she’s wasn’t ready to share, although I was curious about why she had kept them. I watched the videos many times masturbating and edging each time, mesmerized by the scene of my lovely wife Mya being impaled on a much bigger cock than mine, fucking like a common *****. I almost felt physically sick watching her opening her legs wide and beckoning her lover to fuck her. After a few months, I did eventually confront her over the videos and with a degree of initial reluctance she finally told me everything I was so desperate to know. She was angry and embarrassed knowing that i had found then and confided that after her divorce she had experienced the pleasures of a new found freedom and a result had engaged in a very active sexual encounter with a guy she met online. He introduced her into his dark world of what can only be described as sexual experimentation and in my opinion, exploitation and not just by him. I was quite shocked to hear my sweet loving wife talk about her past like this and my emotions were running wild at the thought of her encounters and how they must have changed her. At that point the whole dynamic changed between us and I realized that she wasn't quite the prim and proper woman I thought I had married and It reinforced my fantasy of sharing her even more.

I suppose initially there was a degree of coercion and selfishness on my part as I encouraged her to consider the idea of sharing her body with other partners for pleasure. I made a point of watching lifestyle videos with her to gauge her reactions and continued to remind her that it would develop her personal fulfilment and identity. I suppose I was trying to manipulate her feelings and often brought up to subject of her having sex with other men when we were in bed, but was very careful not to bring up the subject of her past. I wanted her to feel special not a *****.
This situation went on for quite a while and became a sort of fantasy between us, although initially she firmly rejected the idea of actually sharing herself in the flesh, which I felt was quite hypocritical considering her previous experiences, knowing she wasn’t the squeaky clean innocent woman she made herself out to be.
Looking back, our sex life had definitely deteriorated and become rather mundane with neither of us making much effort. She preferred pleasuring herself with her glass dildo and using her hitachi magic wand than actual sex and didn’t seem to mind me watching almost as a voyeur rather than a participant. it was almost like she was provoking me.
I was lying close to her watching her penetrate herself with her curved lifesized dildo, her eyes shut as her body writhed and adapted to the pleasure she was experiencing, I could sense she was at her most vulnerable. I whispered in her ear if she would like to try another lover with a bigger cock than her dildo and my patience was rewarded when
she moaned slightly and said the words I had so longed to hear… “yes I think I’m ready” nothing more, nothing less, just a simple statement of fact that I immediately understood.

After all this time I suppose I was a little taken by surprise but hugely excited at the prospect. She hadn’t changed her mind by the morning so very cautiously we spent the next few weeks discussing our plans. How she might meet suitable partners, what rules we needed to agree on and what part I would play. Of course I was completely taken aback by her sudden change of heart but didn’t once think or dare to question her decision. We both agreed it would be best to insist of condoms and initially no anal. She also insisted that I wasn’t to be present the first time, she wanted to be sure it was the right decision for her and didn’t want me interfering. We discussed views on kissing new partners which can be a difficult decision for some people, but we both agreed it was very much part of a fulfilling sexual encounter and to be encouraged. As she said, she’s not a ***** and shouldn’t be expected to behave like one!

After months of searching and contributing to specialist web forums, we finally made contact with a guy who invited us into what we felt would be the answer to our prayers, a very private group of like minded individuals who attended adult house parties.
Over the next few weeks as invited guests, we got to know other couples and some very open minded individuals, and as my wife started to exercise her new found freedom within our marriage she quickly started to exploit the attention she was getting. In turn, I reveled in the feeling of power and control it gave me when guys asked for my permission to fuck her. As we had agreed, the first time she had sex with another guy was behind closed doors. She had chosen a slightly younger man for her first encounter and they disappeared for a couple of hours in one of the upstairs bedrooms. The experience was totally energizing for both of us, and after some coaxing she eventually shared every little detail with me once we returned home. She told me she wanted to continue and that was the start of this new chapter in our lives. The one regret I have is not being there to watch the first time. Making love her after her first encounter felt incredible knowing she’d just been fucked by another guy, I was imagining what it must have felt like for her having her cunt opened up as her tight muscles accommodated a bigger cock. She certainly felt different and she had a permanent smile on her face!

Over the next few weeks, I actually watched her having sex three times with different men and I naturally imagined our new ‘sharing relationship’ would include my participation, or at the very least as a voyeur, but she didn’t always want me to be part of her sharing experiences which I had to accept.

We are both on our second marriages and I’m fully aware she has always been a very open minded as far as sex is concerned. She has taught me that women have the right to sexual fulfilment and if for any reason they cannot find that fulfilment with their husband they have the right to look for another partner. For her, sex is separated from our marital love, but I do recognize an emotional connection is important to her before she chooses a partner. Of course I appreciate that every relationship like ours is going to attract judgement and labels, it’s always going to be different, and after all this time we are still finding our way-and I continue to live with the consequences.
So this was how we had become, I had encouraged her to explore her needs and sexual desires to feed my fantasies, so now I had to accept the consequences, but my time would come very soon then she would be all mine to do as I please and I was already thinking of all the ways she would be submitting her ravaged curvaceous body to me sharing her inner thoughts, perhaps a little too much for any wife to share with her husband.
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