Learning the Pleasures of Hotwifing - Part 1

“Mark loves red lipstick. He absolutely loves it. He especially likes seeing a pair of pretty red lips around his cock.”

The words played on a loop in Christina’s head as she put on a thick coat of vibrant red lipstick. It generated a pleasing sense of desire that seemed to vibrate down her spine and into her loins.

Christina pursed her lips, smoothed out the lipstick, and stepped back to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror. She knew she looked good. She’d worked hard to look good, and when she put in the effort she could be the kind of woman that every man wanted to fuck.

“Mark will give you what you need, Christina. He’s everything you need and he’s not going to get clingy or weird afterwards. He’s going to fuck you, make you cum, and come home to me.”

Those words – which were uttered by Christina’s friend Tara, who also happens to be Mark’s wife – were designed to push Christina over the top and into accepting the notion that she needed to fuck someone new to reinvigorate her sex life and her marriage.

Christina smiled as she remembered that conversation and how aroused she’d gotten as Tara had gone into greater detail about her husband’s renowned sexual skills. She felt that pleasing sense of desire build once more. She was quite certain that was already a bit of wetness between her legs.

Her desire was quickly followed by a wave of insecurity. Christina looked in the mirror and saw a leggy girl in a little black dress and red lipstick staring back at her.

“Am I really doing this?” she asked that girl.

The “this” Christina referred to was fucking her friend’s husband, of course. It wasn’t the trashy, sneaking-around-for-an-affair kind of thing, either. Christina wasn’t in some seedy motel room tarting herself up for an illicit meeting. She was in her house, just a few steps from the bed where she and her husband slept. It was the same bed she’d be enjoying another man in if everything went according to plan.

It had started as a fantasy. Her new friend Tara had shared that she and her husband enjoyed an open marriage. They were both free to fuck other people and they frequently took advantage. Christina imagined neither had difficulty finding new partners since they were gorgeous, fit people in their early 30s that clearly enjoyed everything having to do with the pursuit of sexual pleasure.

The conversation where it turned to something more than a fantasy was burned into Christina’s brain. It was the conversation that led to what promised to be a significant shift in her marriage.

“Hey,” Tara began as they sat at her kitchen table with two cups of freshly-brewed coffee in front of them. “Forgive me if I’m totally off base here, but are you in need of a little more from your sex life?”

Christina was going to do the thing that most women do and feign complete and utter ignorance mixed with a bit of offense at the suggestion that she and her husband didn’t have a thriving, deeply satisfying sex life. She immediately thought better of it, though. Tara wasn’t a shitty friend. She was kind, compassionate, and caring, and if she was asking it was because she’d gotten a sense – accurately, as it turned out – that Christina wasn’t entirely satisfied.

“Yes,” she said in an effort to keep things as simple as possible.

“What does it feel like you’re missing?” Tara asked. Christina always loved her eagerness to solve problems and eschew the typical kind of bitchy gossip that most of Christina’s other friends engaged in.

Christina took a few moments to try and gather her thoughts on the matter and said, “Excitement. Feeling desired. The kinds of orgasms that seem to linger with you for hours afterwards. The kind of intense lust for someone that makes you want to have them all day, every day.”

Tara laughed as she reached across the table to offer a comforting caress of her friend’s hand.

“How long has it been that way?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I only really started thinking about it after I met you. Before that I think I just ignored it or assumed that in every marriage your sex life eventually slows down to a point where it feels just a little bit underwhelming,” Christina replied.

“That’s usually the case, so you’re not wrong there. Mark and I have just taken a much more aggressive approach to ensuring that we both have the sexual satisfaction we need,” Tara said.

Christina unexpectedly welled up with emotion as she considered what she wanted to say next. Her voice caught in her throat for a moment before she managed to express what she felt like was a significant issue.

“I couldn’t do what you guys do,” she said. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I could have sex with other people, but I just couldn’t handle Andrew having sex with other people. I feel so terrible, like I’m the most selfish person in the world, but I know I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“You’re not alone in that. There are lots of women like you, and believe it or not there are lots of men that are more than happy to stay faithful while their wives explore having sex with other people. It’s way more common than you might think. Mark has been involved with his fair share of couples like that,” Tara explained.

In an instant the emotional fog cleared from Christina’s head.

“Is that true?” she asked.

“Yes. There are different names for it – hotwife and cuckold play, hotwife and stag, stag and vixen – but ultimately it all boils down to the same thing. A wife that likes to play with other men and a husband that finds it insanely arousing that she fucks other people while he stays faithful.”

“How do I know if Andrew is that kind of guy?” Christina asked.

Tara laughed. “You have to ask him, though you can’t really do it outright. Don’t worry though, I’ll teach you how.”

That was four months ago. Tara followed through and taught Christina exactly how to discover if Andrew would be okay with her having sex with other people (spoiler: he was). She’d happily offered up her husband as the first man to usher Christina into a new world of pleasure, too, and Christina had happily accepted.

Now Mark was on his way to her house. He was going to introduce her to the many joys of having sex with other men while her husband remained faithful.

“Yes, I’m doing this,” Christina said as she stared at herself in the mirror. She stepped closer and smiled. “I’m having sex with another man tonight. I’m becoming a hotwife.”

Christina stepped out of the bathroom, stepped into the strappy black high heels she’d picked out for the evening, and confidently strode down the hallway towards the living room and her husband, who was dutifully waiting for her.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Andrew’s eyes went wide for a moment before a smile broke across his face.

“Mark likes red lipstick,” he said.

Christina had shared Tara’s advice with him.

“He especially likes seeing a pair of pretty red lips around his cock,” she said to her husband.

Andrew’s smile shifted to a look of pure lust as he closed his eyes for a moment, like he needed just a little time to let what his wife had just said truly sink in.

“Is Mark going to see that tonight?” he asked.

Christina walked a few steps closer to her husband as his eyes moved to her hips, which her little black dress did a particularly good job of accentuating.

“He is,” she answered. “You’re going to see it too. You’re going to be there watching when I wrap my pretty lips around Mark’s cock.”

For a few seconds Andrew said nothing at all. Again he closed his eyes for a moment. He shifted on the couch. Christina hoped he was trying to hide his erection.

“You’re going to do that, right? You’re going to watch Mark fuck me? You’re going to watch me become a hotwife?” she asked.

Andrew nodded and said, “I am. I can’t wait.”

Christina smiled. She wasn’t worried that Andrew would back out. He’d been clear that he was genuinely into the idea of watching her have sex with someone else.

Christina moved towards the couch and stopped when she stood in front of her husband. She spun around and sat in his lap. His hands moved to her waist and over her stomach. She moaned and he took the hint and let his fingers drift towards her breasts.

“Your touch feels so good, baby,” Christina whispered as she leaned back.

Andrew kissed her neck and played with her breasts as she moved her ass in his lap. His erection had shifted free from wherever he’d tucked it and she felt it press into her.

Christina lifted her ass off his lap and pulled her dress up around her waist. She took one of Andrew’s hands and placed it against her panties. He pulled the thin fabric aside and slipped two fingers into her with ease.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

“I’m excited,” she replied. “I’ve been wet all day.”

Andrew fingered her pussy as she continued to grind into his lap. She was working his cock with her ass and she loved the way he moaned at groaned. She loved that it seemed like he was getting to a place of intense arousal.

Christina looked at the clock on the wall and smiled. Mark would be there soon. She let Andrew finger her pussy a little more than gently pulled his hand away before standing up and fixing her dress.

Andrew had a look of disappointment on his face when she turned around, like he expected she’d forget all about fucking Mark and take his cock in her pussy.

Christina smiled and said, “I’m his tonight, honey, but thank you for making me even wetter for him.”

Andrew groaned in that deeply satisfied kind of way, like Christina had said the exact right thing to turn him on. “My pleasure,” he replied.

Christina walked away and took one last look at herself in the bathroom mirror to ensure she was happy with how she looked. She liked that her face and chest had turned a little red. Now she’d look even more aroused for her friend’s husband.

A knock on the front door drew Christina out of the bathroom and into the foyer. She was pleased to see Mark had put in a bit of effort, too. His hair was flawlessly styled and he’d put on a casual suit that looked remarkably sexy on him.

“Welcome,” Christina said.

Mark stepped into the house, paused for a moment just a step from Christina, and then reached out and pulled her close with one hand on her lower back.

“You look perfect, Christina,” he said before leaning in and offering a soft kiss.

The greeting was unexpected, but Christina found it enthralling. She couldn’t help but offer herself as his lips touched hers. She happily opened her mouth and offered her tongue. She pressed her body against his and was delighted to feel his cock stirring in his slacks.

“I like your lipstick,” Mark said after the kiss.

“I wore it just for you,” she replied. “Tara said you have a fondness for red.”

Mark smiled and his hand moved to the top of Christina’s ass before grasping it firmly. “My wife knows me very well,” he said.

Christina felt ready to surrender herself to Mark. She was eager to be taken into the world of hotwifing and to embrace all the pleasures it promised.

Mark took her hand in his and led Christina back to the living room where Andrew was waiting. The two men shook hands and there was surprisingly little awkwardness, at least from Christina’s perspective.

Mark sat on the loveseat and Christina sat next to him, purposefully pressing her body against his. He put his arm around her and when Christina looked up at him they shared another kiss. She couldn’t help it. She’d been thinking about being with him for too long. She was far too turned on to even consider not indulging in her need for what he offered.

Christina’s gaze remained locked on Mark’s face as their lips parted and he smiled. “What is it you need from me tonight?” he asked as his hand moved to her leg and his fingers danced over the soft flesh of her thighs.

“I need to be taken. I need to be overwhelmed by your desire for me. I need to feel like having me is the only thing in the world you care about.” Christina reached out and caressed the bulge in his pants as she thought about having it inside her. “I need to be fucked.”

“I can do all of that,” Mark said. “I’m sure you can already feel my desire for you.”

Christina could certainly feel it. His cock felt exceptionally hard and she was impressed with how big he seemed.

“I can,” she said while stroking him a little faster. “Can I take it out?”

Mark answered by kissing her. She parted her lips and his tongue moved into her mouth as they indulged in another erotic round of lusty kissing. She unzipped his pants and reached inside. Her fingers found his stiff flesh and she gingerly pulled it from his pants and moved her hand up and down the long, thick shaft.

“It’s beautiful,” she said after getting a look at it. She’d never felt compelled to use that word to describe a cock, but Mark’s was worthy of it.

Christina thought of her lipstick and how Tara had said Mark loved to see pretty red lips around his cock. She’d thought of it so many times since Tara had mentioned it. She thought of how she genuinely enjoyed giving blowjobs, especially when she felt an overwhelming kind of arousal for a man.

Those feelings propelled Christina to her knees. She moved in front of Mark and pulled his pants off, freeing his cock.

She slowly stroked Mark’s shaft and looked up at him. There was something so arousing about being on her knees in front of her friend’s husband. It felt different than when she occasionally offered Andrew that kind of blowjob. It felt better, like it was a little bit naughty, which made it so much more exciting.

“Your cock is beautiful, Mark. I’ve been thinking about it all day,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about having it inside me. I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve been thinking about all the things your wife has told me about you. I’ve been waiting to do this.”

Christina leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the underside of his soft, plump cockhead and a lusty moan escaped his lips.

She had her pretty red lips wrapped around his cock. She kept them sealed tight on the shaft as she moved up and down. She thought of her husband watching her head bob up and down in another man’s lap. She thought of the erection in Andrew’s pants and how hard it must have been as he finally witnessed her giving someone else pleasure.

Christina took as much of Mark’s cock into her mouth as she could, coming just short of gagging on it. She held it there and only pulled off when she needed to fill her lungs with air.

She stroked him while breathing in deeply and a huge smile broke across her face. “Fuck, that felt so good,” she said.

The tingle of desire that had built between her legs was undeniable. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but it felt great to suck Mark’s cock. It felt great to have him throbbing as he pressed against the back of her throat. It felt great that he was longer, thick, and genuinely harder than her husband’s cock.

Overcome with lust, Christina sucked on the head of Mark’s cock until he couldn’t help but groan. She played with his balls at the same time, fondling and kneading them with her skilled fingers.

She kissed and licked her way down his shaft and then pressed Mark’s cock against his stomach so he could watch her take each of his testicles into her mouth to suck on them. Now her pretty red lips were around the other man’s big balls as she ran her tongue over the wrinkled, hairy flesh. Christina breathed in his undeniably manly scent and even briefly considered offering a rimjob before deciding that had the potential to be far too gross.

“Will you fuck me, Mark?” she asked while stroking the head of his beautiful cock.

“I will,” he said. “But first I want to see your husband worship your pussy.”

Mark stood up and stepped out of his pants. He offered Christina his hand and she took it.

“Come, Andrew,” Mark said. “It’s time for you to do your part.”

Andrew hesitated for a moment before hopping off the couch. When Christina saw the tent in his pants she understood why he hadn’t been eager to jump to his feet. It seemed he was a little embarrassed to be so aroused at his wife’s lust for another man.

“I want this, sweetheart,” Christina said. “Do you want this? Do you want Mark to fuck me?”

Andrew nodded and said, “I do.”

Christina smiled. “Good. Then come and worship my pussy like he wants you to do. You got me wet before he arrived and now you can get me wet while he watches how devoted you are to my pleasure.”

Mark led Christina towards the bedroom and Andrew followed behind them. The real fun was about to begin.