HotWife Fantasies: A Collection Of Hotwife Stories (A Hot Wife Anthology)

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It got to the point where I was thinking about other men and potential threesomes almost every night. It’s not easy when you essentially want to have sex with someone else but still remain in your long-term loving relationship. Most people won’t understand that it’s not about cheating. It’s not about your partner not being enough.

Once we arranged the details of everything, the guy offered to book a hotel. He said he would bring a couple of bottles of wine and make a small celebration of it. We agreed without hesitation. The Night of Sharing My Wife With Another Man No, Steve, I don’t think so,” the preacher’s wife said. “What you and Johnny were doing is only natural.” I think so,” Marge answered, thinking it would give her more time with the Starks. “I’ve talked to Mrs. Stark about our trips and she always seemed excited. I don’t know about Mr. Stark, but I can ask.”Johnny followed her gaze and blushed when he realized she could see his erection. He automatically cupped his hands at his crotch, trying to hide it. The preacher’s wife looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them… other than Mrs. Stark. He consoled me and literally begged me how badly he had this fantasy from childhood. I understood I don't have any choice to continue this marriage so I nodded painfully. I couldn't believe he told me about this guy. I broke down, 'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked. STATS | 43 year old Irish-American Cis/Het/Male, married with four kids, identifies as polyamorous, likes the idea of sex parties, is into giving to partners, group sex—and dreams of a lifestyle of free love amongst friends—is newlyish exploring kink practicing receiving deeply, and is currently finally figuring out who he is as a sexual being. A professional musician for a decade and a half originally from NYC, he’s a paramedic in Texas.

When Mrs. Stark controlled her weeping she nestled her face between the preacher’s wife’s breasts and babbled, “I have these urges. I can’t explain them and know it’s wrong, but I have them anyway. It’s sinful and I’m a horrible wife. I don’t know what to do about them.” Where were you?” Gail asked as Marge entered their tent. “I almost went to Mac’s tent to search for you.” I got so horny at his words that I couldn’t stop myself from riding my man right then and there on our couch. We almost spilled the wine.The more the stranger spoke, the more defeated and helpless Marge felt. “Okay, but not here,” the preacher’s wife said softly, succumbing to the stranger’s threats. The girls were waiting… for what they didn’t know. The preacher’s wife was leaning against a tree all alone. Then, all of a sudden, the girls heard a rustling only a few yards to their left. They held their breaths, not wanting to be seen, when Johnny came into view. After the hard work of setting up camp, they sat down for a dinner of hot dogs and hamburgers with potato chips. Then they roasted marshmallows on the open campfire until one by one they got sleepy from the long day’s activities. After everyone had turned in, the adults cleaned up and then they also retired for the night. The preacher’s wife needed to relieve her bladder so she headed for the bathrooms, but she heard a noise. It was in the boys’ section, but not very close to the tents so she thought she’d investigate. I keep losing them so I’ve stopped wearing them,” Marge stated without explanation. “But you didn’t answer me. Do you like my pussy?” she asked while gently stroking the sides of her pubes. The preacher’s wife didn’t tell the older woman everything she had done, but she mentioned group sex, making sure not to call it an orgy. But she did tell her that there were married couples sharing their spouses and getting excited by it. She wanted to put the idea of sharing her husband in Mrs. Stark’s mind.

We didn’t find the right guy immediately. Even though we were getting plenty of messages each day – 10 to 20 on average – we still couldn’t find the right candidate. Either they weren’t into the idea of my husband watching or they didn’t feel right for us. We didn’t have any specific traits that the guy had to have, but we knew instantly when someone didn’t fit the bill. God designed our bodies so that we would enjoy the touch of another person. God filled us with love and wanted us to love each other in ways that give us pleasure. Why are you going against God’s will?”

Then the preacher’s wife told Mrs. Stark of her plan. Gail got so excited she grabbed Marge’s hand and shoved it between her legs under her dress. Her own fingers found their way into the preacher’s wife’s pussy. Both women climaxed and then looked at each other sheepishly, realizing they were still fully dressed.