My Girlfriend And I Are At A Friend’s Apartments For A Party.

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"Would you like to masturbate?" your beautiful wife asks.

You know what that means. You nod and she directs you to get naked. You do so as quickly as possible and crawl into bed with her.

You kiss your wife's neck and caress her taut stomach. You play with her perky breasts as she moans for you. Her fingers move between her legs and her moan deepens as she arches her back.

"Are you thinking about him?" you whisper.

"Of course," she replies with a smile. "I can't help but think about him when I get turned on. I can't help but crave him."

You smile and stroke your cock. "Do you wish he was here with you? Do you wish he was in our bed right now?"

"I wish he was in my pussy right now. I wish his big cock was deep inside me right now. I wish he was fucking my tight little cunt."

You kiss her neck and your lips move over her soft skin and towards her breasts. You encircle one of her nipples and flick your tongue back and forth over it. She moans and you feel utter delight at being able to pleasure her in that way.

"I wish he was here too," you say. "I wish I was watching him fuck you. I wish I was on my knees at the foot of the bed and watching another man fill your pussy while your moans filled the air."

She smiles at you. "That's where a cuck belongs, isn't it? On his knees while another man fucks his wife. Watching as someone else satisfies her. Watching as a better man fucks his wife to a fantastic orgasm."

You're already close to cumming. It's always that way when she talks like that to you. Even better, it turns her on too.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Yes," you admit.

"Me too," your wife replies with a smile. "I'm going to cum while thinking about him. About the superior man that fucks me to so many incredible orgasms."

You cum together. You fall a little deeper in love with your wife as you orgasm. You experience pure, perfect bliss and the look on her face makes it seem like she does too.

"I love you," you say in the aftermath of your orgasm.

She turns her head and kisses you. "I love you too."

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It was cold in the bedroom as she slipped out of her scrubs.  The show was about an hour’s drive into the city and she only had a little while to get ready.

A final decision: the black, cheeky panties her husband adored.  They were sensible, while the rest of her outfit—a plunging neckline, new stockings, the first night out in a long-coveted pair of shoes—might give one idea, she would know that she had chosen against the most daring options in her drawer.  Her husband grew quiet as he saw her dress, but this should have reassured him.

She was thrilled that Clay had asked her to join him at opening night.  Her husband enjoyed this sort of thing, but could hardly be expected to make the herculean effort to find such exclusive tickets, so she had resigned herself to catching it later, maybe on a family vacation for an off-Broadway run.  Then Clay called, remembering something she had mentioned at the Christmas party, and she jumped at the chance.

Her husband took the news in stride—happy that she was happy—even offering to take her shopping for something special for the occasion.  When she settled on the shoes, she kissed him on the cheek and slipped the blue credit card from his wallet.

—

Clay arrived, and, as she finished getting ready, her husband made him a bourbon and soda.  It was the first time the two men had met outside of her office’s functions, and her husband had thoughtfully asked her what Clay liked to drink so that he could offer a small token.  They stood as she entered the room, clearly taken with her.  

Clay offered his arm to her as they said goodnight to her husband.  Clay watched as she blew her husband a kiss.

—

She always got nervous at black tie events, and sure enough she nearly fell on the first stair.  She caught Clay’s hand just in time to avoid embarrassment; if she had been wearing her rings, she would have cut his palm.  He smiled and, to set her at ease, kept her hand the rest of the way up the stairs to the box and leading her to their seats.

The view was breathtaking, and she took a moment to simply appreciate the person who was showing her such kindness.  He wore his finely tailored suit the way another man might a t-shirt and jeans; it was clear that he was, somehow, most comfortable in settings like these.  She thought how lucky a girl would be to be shown the town by someone like him.  He could have asked anyone to be where she was.

As the first song began, she slipped her hands around his arm and beamed a smile of gratitude toward him.  For some reason, it felt more natural to leave her arm hooked in his for the duration, squeezing more tightly as the music swelled and released.

When he returned with drinks after the intermission, he whispered to her about their neighbors in the row ahead, holding her knee as he leaned over.  She laughed and buried her grin into his shoulder as the neighbors glanced back in their direction.  

“Excuse my friend, here,” Clay laughed, “she’s just had her first taste of bourbon.”  She giggled and gave him a playful shove before laying her head back against his shoulder as the lights drew down.

—

“The show was amazing, but now I have a splitting headache,” she texted her husband as Clay walked her to the car.  Her husband responded quickly, asking if she needed him to come pick her up.

“Don’t worry about it.  I don’t think I have the drive back in me tonight.  Clay is going to drop me off at a hotel around the corner, and I can take the train in the morning.  See you tomorrow, love.”

While Clay drove, she mapped out her next morning.  She had an extra set of scrubs and underwear at the office, along with a cosmetic bag.  She could text Michelle to bring another pair of shoes.

She slipped out of her dress as she entered the bedroom.  She walked to the bed, and, bending at the waist, she realized how cold it was in Clay’s apartment.

Graduation Party... OMG.

Hey everybody… Wow. What a week. I had two finals this week, and I graduated on Thursday. I am officially a college graduate. It feels pretty good, I have to say.

But, the purpose of this post is to tell you all what happened at my graduation party after commencement,

So, my whole family came up to see me graduate. It was so awesome to have them all there for me. I am the oldest of 3 siblings, and my parents were both there too. We actually decided to do a joint party, because my bf graduated also, and his family came up too. So after the commencement ceremony, my whole family and his whole family all got together, and did the party thing. I got lots of cards, some awesome gifts, and some cash too (yessss!). We had a barbecue, and grilled a bunch of food, and had all sorts of beer and wine for people… even had a cake with our names on it and a big graduation cap in the frosting.

Everything was going great, I was socializing, and thanking all of our families and friends for coming. We had a lot of friends graduate too, so some of them stopped in for a while, before heading off for their own parties, and then we have a bunch of friends that haven’t graduated yet, so they stayed longer and drank with us, played games, and did all the other stuff you do at graduation parties.

Well, I was having a grand old time, walking around, when all of the sudden, guess who shows up at my party… Brandon. Yeah, that same Brandon from the ski trip. The same Brandon that decided it would be a good idea to show up at my place unannounced while my boyfriend was there.

OMG. I had a little moment of panic. I’m standing there, right next to my freaking dad, and here is this guy showing up at my party that I cheated on my boyfriend with… multiple times. What the hell was he doing here? My whole family was here… My bf’s whole family was here. My mouth felt like I just ate a bag of cotton balls, and literally thought I might pass out when he walked right up to me. At first I thought I wanted to yell at him, to tell him to get lost. But then I realized that doing so would require me explaining myself to everybody at the party, and I didn’t feel like taking the chance of letting anything out. So I swallowed my tongue.

And then my panic gets about 10 times worse. He walked right up to me. What a cocky asshole. He said “hey Court, congrats!” And gives me a big hug, right there in front of my dad. I had to force myself to hug him back, but I thought I was going to die. And then my dad smiles and extends his hand to introduce himself, which he does, and Brandon introduces himself as “Courtney’s friend”. FUCK! Are you serious?!?

I fake a smile, and I’m sure my face is bright red as Brandon stands there talking to my dad about what he is in school for, and how long until he graduates (apparently he has one more year) and stuff like that. So I stand there watching this interaction, hoping I don’t actually have a heart attack at my own graduation party, and trying to think about why the hell Brandon would do this… And then, Brandon looked at me while my dad was talking, and just sort of did a casual smirk and nod in my direction. Didn’t say anything, just that sort of knowing, casual nod. I couldn’t breathe.

He knew exactly what he was doing! I can still see that nod he gave me, complete with that cocky little smirk. It’s burned into my memory of my own party. I remember it better than the Dean’s address at commencement, and it lasted 1/1,000,000th as long.

I had to leave… I just turned and left. I looked around for my bf. I don’t know why I did, but I wanted him to know about this happening at our party. Eventually I found him, and brought him close enough to see Brandon, who by this time was actually hanging out with a bunch of our other friends. He saw him and asked me “what’s he doing here?” I shrugged, and told him I didn’t invite him, which was honest. He just took a few deep breaths, told me not to worry, everything will be ok, and just to enjoy the party, which was much easier said than done.

My mom actually came up to me at one point and asked me if something was wrong… What the heck was I supposed to say? “Yeah mom, that guy over there fucked my brains out behind my boyfriends back, and now I’m panicking that everybody here will find out if he opens his mouth”? Of course I lied, and said that nothing was wrong. She said I looked a little stressed, and I “admitted” that I was just hoping that everybody was having a good time. She assured me that everything was great, and got me a glass of wine, which was her best idea all day.

So, there I am, in the middle of a party for my own graduation, and this guy that has known me, in the most carnal sense of the word - over and over again, is just casually hanging out with my friends and family, being buddy-buddy with my dad, and eating cake with my bf’s sister…

About then, I realized something. The nerve of this guy… The arrogance to show up at a joint graduation party for me and my bf… His attitude of apparently not caring about what he had caused the last time I saw him… His ability to have casual conversations while I was in a semi-panic… My boyfriend not going over to ask him to leave… And most of all, that damn knowing smirk/nod that he gave me…

It all turned me on.

A New Year and a New Guy

The biggest thing I learned from cheating on my boyfriend with Ryan was to have confidence. I figured out that it is ok to be wanted. It is natural for a woman to feel like she is empowered, and boy did that ever grow in me. Fucking around with Ryan made me stronger, it gave me a power I had never felt before. I felt like I had power over guys, and I loved it.

The week before New Years Eve (not this last one, but the one before) I got invited to a NYE party at the house of a guy in one of my classmates. He is a pretty cool guy, we had worked together on a few things for various classes. He has the same major as me, so we had a bunch of the same classes together. Anyway, he invited me to come hang out at his house for a party, and told me that I should bring my boyfriend along too.

When I was done with class for the day, I called my bf, and told him about the invitation to the party. He seemed lukewarm to the idea, but said he would think about it. I didn’t know why he wouldn’t want to go, because it’s not like we had any other plans anyway. I let the topic go for a day or two, and then on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, I reminded him of the party, and told him again that I wanted to go. He said no, he didn’t want to go. At first I thought it might be because he had other plans, but when I asked him what he wanted to do instead, he said he just wanted to stay in. Yeah, stay in. Can you believe that? I mean, I was a junior in college, not a 60 year old woman. Who stays in for New Years that doesn’t have kids or something actually important to do the next day?

So, needless to say, that got me kind of angry at him. We had a typical stupid argument that all couples have occasionally, and it ended in me telling him I was going, and in didn’t care if he stayed in. He said he was fine with that. Maybe that was just to argue, maybe he really did want to stay in, I’m not sure. Regardless, I left, went home, and got ready to party.

I made sure I looked good. I wore a really tight pair of black pants and a purple V-neck sweater. I wanted to have fun, I remember looking at myself in the mirror that night, while I was doing my makeup, and I had this thought like “I can do whatever I want. He can’t tell me what to do. He hasn’t caught me yet, I’ll show him. I’m going to get laid tonight.”

So, I went to the party with the full intention of adding to my list of infidelities. It was fun, I felt like I was shopping for guys, or hunting them. I purposely ignored a few texts from my boyfriend. A few hours into the night I had made my decision… If my boyfriend wasn’t going to go to a party with me on New Years, then I would reward the guy that invited me. This was going to be tricky… Remember, he is a classmate, I see him almost every day. He is a decent guy. I didn’t know how he would react. For the purpose of this blog, let’s call him Tyler.

I went up to him as he was messing with his iPod, which was playing the music for the party. I thanked him for the invite, and he told me he was glad I came. I hugged him. Not like a quick friendly hug, but a “I’m really, really glad you invited me” kind of hug. What a rush. I got that evil thrill and feeling that I was being naughty. After the hug, I smiled at him and said “now that’s what I call a hug!” He laughed and agreed. I left it at that for a while, and left him to spend some time talking to a few other classmates he had invited. About 11:30 he saw me and came up to me again, and asked me where my boyfriend was. I pretended I couldn’t hear, because the music was too loud. He asked again, and I made the “can’t hear you” gesture by waving my hand past my ear a few times. He led me down the hall a bit where it was easier with his hand on the small of my back *swoon* and asked again where my boyfriend was. Bingo. This was it, I had him relatively alone and turned up the heat a bit. I answered him “he’s staying home tonight, being lame.” Then I leaned in to whisper in his ear “and I’m a bad girlfriend”. I left him again for a while, but I made sure to keep my eye on him the rest of the night from across the room. When our eyes would meet occasionally, I would give him a sexy little smile, or bite my lower lip, just to look vulnerable and available.

At like 2 am, the party was finally breaking up, and most people had gone home, including all but one of our mutual classmates. Tyler came up and thanked me for coming again, hugged me again and asked me if I wanted him to call me a cab to get me home. I said “nah, I was kinda hoping you might let me stay with you tonight.” Well, shocker - that was all the motivation he needed. He took me to his room and we went at it. Multiple times that night. It was so hot. I felt like I was in control, and I could get what I wanted. And he was good too, so that was a bonus.

I woke up January 1st in the bed of one of my classmates, and added another guy to the list of people I cheated on my boyfriend with.

The Wedding Date - A Hotwife Story

It was supposed to be a favor for a friend. Sarah agreed to be Evan’s date to his sister’s wedding so his family wouldn’t harass him about finding a girl, settling down, etc.

Evan wasn’t entirely honest, though. He’d been nursing a crush on Sarah for years, from back when they worked together. He told her he was asking as a favor, but he was hoping Sarah would be interested in more than putting on a show for his parents.

As you might have guessed, Sarah can’t quite help herself, and over the five parts of The Wedding Date, she and Evan indulge in what turns out to be a mutual desire.

Sarah resists her desire for Evan at first. She doesn’t want to cheat on her husband Jason, after all. In fact, she’s more than a little annoyed with Evan. It’s when she texts with Jason that her resistance starts to crumble, though. It turns out her husband might be into the idea of his wife having some harmless fun with another man.

This five-part hotwife story takes place over one wedding weekend and intermixes scenes of Sarah indulging in her growing desire for Evan with frequent naughty text exchanges with her husband who seems more than willing to be made into a cuckold.

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Part 1 – Sarah narrates the first-person story, starting with getting Jason’s approval to accompany her friend to his sister’s wedding. He’s okay with it, and we head to the airport, where Sarah discovers that Evan has purchased first class tickets for them. There’s more than a little flirtation happening, but it isn’t until they land that she realizes that Evan has told his family that Sarah is actually his long-term girlfriend, not just his date. Luckily for him, she’s willing to play along, which leads to just a little bit of sensual play.

Part 2 – At the rehearsal dinner, Sarah meets some of Evan’s family members and discovers that her friend has been nursing a crush on her for quite some time. They dance and she can’t help but find herself caught up in deep kind of desire. Back at the hotel, Sarah lets the desire get the best of her and she and Evan consummate their fake relationship and have beautiful sex. Afterwards, Sarah texts with her husband, offering him naughty little details of what she did, details that he seems to find thrilling.

Part 3 – The next morning, Sarah decides to lean into playing the part of Evan’s girlfriend. Jason has given her his blessing to have fun for the weekend and she decides to take advantage. She and Evan fool around in the pool, have more great sex, and then she sends Jason more naughty texts to give him what he seems to crave.

They attend the wedding that evening and Sarah gets caught up playing the part of Evan’s girlfriend. She talks with his family, teases him about not asking her to marry him yet, and happily indulges in soft, tender kisses whenever she can. Then, she lures him to a bathroom because she absolutely has to have him.

Part 4 – After her bathroom interlude with Evan, Sarah sends her husband a series of sensual, sexy texts, bringing him to orgasm and offering her the satisfaction of helping two men climax in the span of just a few minutes.

Lots more sex with Evan unfolds before they fly back home. They sneak out onto the golf course at the country club where the wedding was held and make love on a green. They go at it the next morning. She even offers Evan her mouth before he drops her off at home so Sarah can go back to her real life.

Part 5 – Jason is all over his wife the moment she walks in the door and she’s equally eager to fool around with him. He’s spent the weekend enjoying her texts and a few naughty pictures and he wants to enjoy his wife’s body. Sarah gives him everything he desires.

As it turns out, Sarah couldn’t keep her lusty play with Evan contained to a single weekend. In the epilogue, we read about her and Evan’s first date back home, a date that Jason is on board with his wife going on. We get just a little taste of a whole new kind of sex life unfolding for the couple.