Birth of a Hotwife - Part 8

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 Cole was waiting for us as we pulled into the parking lot. He had on a t-shirt that was just tight enough to show off his chest and a pair of workout shorts. He looked a little bit sweaty like he'd already gotten some work in and I couldn't help but get turned on the moment I saw him.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked.

Russell pulled into a space, put the car in park, took a deep breath, and replied, "Yes."

Cole is in much better shape than my husband, but he's a personal trainer so of course he is. I've benefited from Cole's profession in two distinct ways. First, he's training me and I'm getting in the best shape of my life. Second, fucking a man as fit as Cole is hugely pleasurable in numerous ways, starting with the fact that his body is genuinely arousing to look at. Plus, he just has more energy and power when he fucks me and it feels so damn good.

I was thinking about all of that as I got out of the car and rushed towards him. I stepped into his arms and kissed him without thinking about it. He ran his hands down my back and casually grabbed my ass through the thin, skintight material of my leggings and I felt his cock stir just a little as I lured his tongue into my mouth.

"I missed you," I said.

Cole smiled. "I missed you too and I'm really looking forward to today."

"The part where you train me and my husband, or the part where we all go back to your place and you fuck me while he watches?"

"Both, though if I'm being honest, the second part is a lot more exciting."

I kissed him again and then stepped back and introduced my husband to the man who'd been tending to my sexual needs for the past few months. Cole was as confident as could be - as you'd expect - as he shook Russell's hand and I was impressed with my husband's ability to seem genuinely happy to meet my bull. I suppose he's a cuckold, though, so of course he was happy to meet the man who'd given me so many incredible orgasms.

"So, Russell, how hard are you willing to go today?" Cole asked.

"I'm ready for you to exhaust me," he answered. "I don't want to get injured, obviously, but you can push me as hard as you want."

I smiled as I thought of Cole pushing me as hard as he wanted. He trained me that way, but he fucked me that way, too. Sometimes it seemed like he was trying to fuck me hard enough that I'd ask him to stop. I never did, though. I liked being fucked hard by Cole. I liked the sense that he was sometimes fucking away his stress while he was inside me. Plus, it actually made me cum really hard to get fucked like that, so I'd have to have been insane to ask him to stop.

Cole worked us both hard that afternoon. We sprinted. We did push-ups and pull-ups. We did a whole host of body weight exercises. We did more sprinting. Cole did everything with us, too, and I think he enjoyed the fact that he was in much, much better shape than Russell.

I think I enjoyed the sit ups the most, though that was because Cole was kind enough to hold my feet, which meant every time I sat up I got to stare into the eyes of the man that's given me so many incredible orgasms. We shared a few kisses, too, and I know that Russell stopped a few times to admire his wife welcoming another man's tongue into her mouth.

After one of the sprinting sessions Cole walked over to Russell and initiated a brief conversation that I loved.

"She's getting in good shape, don't you think?" he asked.

Russell nodded. "She really is."

"Let me ask you, does she dress more confidently all the time now? I only ask because I've noticed that these days she wears outfits that are far more revealing than she used to. Even her workout clothes are the sort of thing only the most confident of women wear."

Russell and Cole both stared at me and I honestly felt every bit of the confidence he ascribed to me, in part because both men were very much lost in their desire for me. In that particular moment I felt quite powerful, actually, as I probably could have pushed Russell to his knees to worship my sweaty pussy while I made out with Cole, and what hotwife wouldn't enjoy that sort of fun.

"Oh, yeah, she's definitely more confident in how she dresses. For sure," Russell agreed. "Though she definitely wears the most revealing stuff when she sees you. She likes to look really good for you."

I could see that both Cole and Russell were turned on as they each indulged in the pleasure afforded to them by their positions in the sexual hierarchy of our trio. Russell enjoyed that I wanted to look good - and really sexy - for my bull and Cole enjoyed that I wanted to look better for him than I often looked for my husband. I was wet just thinking about these two men being turned on because of me.

"What's your favorite kind of look?" I asked Cole.

He took a moment to consider his answer while staring at me and said, "Short skirt, heels, and a tight top. Actually, do you remember that top you wore where one side was a long sleeve and the other side was sleeveless? It had a...I guess you call it a keyhole to show off your cleavage?"

I remembered that top very well. It was the sort of thing I never would have worn prior to starting my training sessions, but it felt damn good to put it on and flaunt my body for Cole. We'd gone out to dinner that night and I'd given him a blowjob on the drive home. He hadn't finished in my mouth - I'd blown him because I wanted him out of his mind with desire by the time we got home - and he fucked me incredibly hard on his couch, doing so while I kept the top on because he liked it so much. I'd worn it with jeans that night but I made a note to pair it with a short skirt the next time we went on a date.

"I do remember that top," I said as I sauntered closer to my men. I caressed Cole's arm - which was sweaty and so very sexy - and smiled. "I remember how much you liked it. I remember how you couldn't keep your hands off of me as we walked into the restaurant. I also remember sucking your dick for the entirety of the drive home that night."

You have no idea how arousing it is to say that sort of thing to another man while your husband is standing right there. What's even better is that I'm absolutely certain that both men were aroused by it.

Cole pulled me close for a kiss and I heard Russell groan while it happened. I could feel Cole's desire, both in the growth between his legs and the way his strong hands moved over my body. He was into me. He was humming with desire.

"Do you remember fucking me on your couch that night? Do you remember how hard you pounded my pussy?"

He nodded.

"I came so fucking hard that night and I'm hoping you'll fuck me like that again today, that you'll show my husband what it looks like when I get what I actually need from a man."

Cole looked like he was contemplating fucking me right then and there. Instead, he kissed me and grabbed my ass hard.

"I am going to fuck you like that," he said. "But first there's more training to do."

I liked that he was drawing it out. I liked that he was trying to exhaust us, too.

We trained more. We trained harder. We did more sprinting and more body weight exercises. There was more kissing and dirty talk, too, because we were all horny at that point and I just couldn't help myself.

Eventually the session ended and Cole put his arm around me as we walked back to the parking lot. Russell was behind us and I looked over my shoulder a few times to see him utterly enraptured with the sight of another man's arm around his wife.

"I'll drive Nat," Cole said. "You can follow us, Russell."

"Of course," he replied.

I got in Cole's car and he leaned over and kissed me. His fingers made their way between my legs and he rubbed my pussy through the thin material of my leggings as I moaned into his mouth.

"I want you so badly," I said.

He smiled and started the car. As he backed out of the space I leaned over and stroked his stiff cock through his shorts. I looked back to see that Russell was behind us and smiled. Then I freed Cole's cock from his shorts and took him in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Nat, that feels so good."

I wanted Russell to know I was sucking Cole's dick. I wanted him to know that I was giving my bull a blowjob in the car, which was something Russell hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

I sucked Cole's cock slowly and I did so for the entire drive home. He ran his hand over my back and grabbed my ass on several occasions and once he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and they found their way into my pussy, which was completely and utterly soaked. I moaned around his cock and Cole mentioned once again how fucking good my mouth felt.

Once we got back to his place I sat up, wiped the saliva from my lips, and smiled at Cole, who got out his car and headed for the door. I waited for Russell to get out and stride towards me. I noted the bulge in his shorts and I kissed him the moment he reached me. I kissed him with the lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock. I offered him my tongue and he sucked on it like a good cuck.

I smiled and walked away. He followed and we stepped into Cole's house. He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. He lowered my leggings as he did so and I was delighted when Russell stepped closer and pulled them the rest of the way down.

I looked over my shoulder just as he dropped to his knees and helped me out of my sneakers and leggings. He moved to get back up and I said, "Stay down there."

He looked up at me and smiled as Cole kissed my neck. I saw lust in my husband's eyes.

"Baby, I want you to eat my ass."

Cole spread my cheeks and Russell stared between them. He looked up at me once more and then back at my asshole. Then he leaned in and went for it. I moaned as his tongue flicked back and forth over my sweaty asshole. I moaned because it felt good, but more so because Russell hadn't really hesitated to do what I wanted and that he was doing something that couldn't have been terribly pleasant.

I pushed Cole's shorts down and stroked his cock. I rubbed the head over my pussy lips as we kissed. I delighted in having my bull's cock in my hand while my husband was worshiping my asshole. It felt like a perfect cuck and hotwife moment and it made my pussy drip.

"Russell, baby, I want to sit on your face as I suck Cole's cock."

Russell groaned – in a good way – pulled his face from between my ass cheeks, and dutifully rolled onto his back. I stood astride his face, smiled down at him, and dropped to my knees. I settled my pussy on his mouth and then looked up at Cole.

"How would you like to get your dick sucked by another man's wife while he watches?"

"I can't think of anything hotter," he replied.

Cole stepped closer and I took him in my mouth. I looked up at him, holding eye contact while pleasuring his long, thick, stiff cock. I rode Russell's face a little, too, dragging my hips back and forth and no doubt spreading my juices all over. It was another perfect cuck and hotwife moment as I had my lips around an admittedly superior cock while Russell was in the submissive position of letting me ride his face and tongue for my pleasure.

"Can you take it all?" Cole asked.

I tried. He put his hand on the back of my head to help, though I couldn't quite get there. I gagged a little, but I have to admit there was a certain kind of pleasure in attempting to deepthroat Cole, especially when a look of genuine glee spread over his face as I did it.

"Nat, I need to fuck you," he said after a few more attempts to swallow his cock. "I'm so fucking turned on. I feel like I've been turned on for hours. I have to fuck you."

I looked down at Russell while stroking Cole's spit-soaked cock. "Do you hear that, baby? He needs to fuck your wife. He needs to pound my tight little pussy, to claim his pleasure while you watch."

Russell buried his tongue inside me and moaned. I dropped a little more weight on his face, moved my hips back and forth to spread my juices all over, and then stood up and took Cole's hand.

"Let's go to your bedroom," I said. "You can come too, Russell."

I'd been to Cole's bedroom several times by that point so I led the way. We kissed once we were through the door and stumbled towards the bed. I fell into it first and he crawled on top of me. We kissed as I stroked his cock. He played with my tits and kissed my neck. He fingered me deeply, discovering how astoundingly wet I was in the process.

"Russell, baby, open the nightstand drawer and get me a condom," I instructed.

Cole kissed me as my husband did as instructed. Our tongues danced and I heard the condom wrapper being torn open. I liked that my cuckold was taking a little bit of initiative and being as helpful as possible.

"Thank you, baby," I said as I took the condom from him and sat up to roll it down Cole's cock. Once he was fully dressed I laid down, spread my legs, and guided him inside me.

"Fuck me as hard as you want," I said. "Show my cuckold what it looks like when his wife gets the pounding she needs."

Cole needed no further encouragement. He did as he pleased with me. He had his way with my body. He fucked me with incredible power and speed. It felt like he was trying to pound me through the mattress and onto the floor. It was astonishing. It was the kind of sex that leaves a woman feeling sore the next morning, but in the moment it was the kind of sex that leads to a truly mind-bending orgasm.

At one point I looked over at Russell and offered my hand. He took it and I smiled as Cole continued to pound me. I squeezed my husband's hand and turned my attention back to my bull. I held Russell's hand, though. I stayed connected with him as Cole used my pussy for his pleasure, though of course Cole made me feel really fucking good, too. The man knows how to fuck a woman. He knows how to use his cock to give pleasure and he did so while Russell watched and held my hand like a good cuckold.

I came first, but Cole wasn't far behind. I came while holding Russell's hand. I squeezed it hard and told my bull that I was going to cum. Then my pussy exploded with pleasure and pulsed around the dick that was still moving in and out of me with great vigor.

Just a few moments later Cole buried his dick inside me. His body tensed up for a split second and I wrapped one arm around him and pulled him close. Then all those beautiful grunts and groans - the kind every man unleashes as he's cumming while inside a woman - filled the air as I enjoyed that second layer of satisfaction, of knowing that I'd made a strong, sexy, alpha male like Cole cum. Fuck that felt good. That always feels good. That's one of the hidden pleasures of being a hotwife, in fact, especially if you can find a man like Cole to fuck you. You get to feel like you've given this incredible, near-perfect example of manhood the most breathtaking pleasure of his life and there's something so deeply satisfying about that.

As Cole finished cumming I looked at Russell, smiled, and squeezed his hand once more before letting go and wrapping both arms around the man inside me. Cole lifted his head and smiled before our lips met for a deep post-coital kiss that filled me with warmth and happiness.

"I swear, fucking you gets better each time we do it," Cole said.

"My pussy is still tingling from how good that felt," I replied.

We kissed again and he gently moved his hips, providing little shocks of pleasure to my clit and making me moan into his mouth.

When Cole pulled out I sat up and removed the used condom from his cock. I held it up for a moment and noted the impressive volume of his cum before turning to Russell and extending my arm.

"Would you throw this out, baby?" I asked.

I knew what I was doing. I knew it was more than a simple task to ask my husband to toss another man's used condom in the trash. I also knew it would thrill him even if his first reaction was some measure of embarrassment.

He took a moment, but Russell took the condom from me. He got up and walked into the bathroom. I watched him look at the condom for a few moments and then he dropped it in the trash bin before quickly washing his hands.

Cole then laid next to me and I curled up with him, resting my hand on his muscular chest. I was facing away from Russell as he approached the side of the bed and I shifted my body a little more so my ass was fully exposed.

"Russell, baby, how would you feel about licking my asshole a little more?" I said. "It felt so good when you were doing it before and I'd really, really like it if you'd do it again."

I felt his hands on my ass a moment later. He spread my cheeks and pressed his face between them. His tongue danced over my asshole and I looked up at Cole and smiled before our lips met for a kiss.

"I think he liked watching you fuck me," I said. "And I think he'd like watching again." I took his cock in my hand and stroked him slowly. "I was thinking I'd enjoy sucking your dick while he eats my ass. It won't take you long to recover, will it?"

Cole smiled. I knew it wouldn't take him long because he almost always fucked me more than once before sending me home. He knew I was saying it for Russell's benefit.

"It won't take long at all," he said. "Especially if you keep kissing me and stroking my dick."

So I kissed him. I stroked his cock. It was slow, lovely foreplay and my husband licked my asshole the entire time. It was exquisite, and before long I had Cole's cock in my mouth. I moved between his legs and had Russell eat my ass from behind while I was blowing my bull. Honestly, it was insanely hot and something I intend on doing plenty more of in the future.

Oh, and Cole and I had sex twice more that night. I had Russell throw out his condom each time and then we went home and I gave him a long, slow handjob while talking dirty about the sex he'd watched me have.

He said it was the best orgasm of his life. I knew I could do better, though, that I could make cuckolding even hotter for him.

I did make it better for him. For both of us, really. I learned slowly how to be a good hotwife and I have stories to tell.

Until next time.