Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — Levi. Part 3

The closest I’d ever come to cheating on my husband.

Andy listened attentively to me and seemed open-minded. Initially, He was reluctant because he didn’t want anything to risk our marriage and family. But, eventually, he decided that he would support me if I wanted to sleep with other men.

Watching me with another man was difficult for Andy at first. He was uncomfortable and hesitant, but he tried his best. He didn’t want to be left out and didn’t know where he would fit in. Over time, he became comfortable with watching me and wasn’t threatened by other men fucking me. As long as we communicated and didn’t jeopardize our relationship.

More recently, I had sex with a married guy named John. The sex was lackluster at best, but at least it was sex and a new experience — with a married guy whose wife didn’t mind. Andy likes hearing about my sexual escapades with other men. I send him pictures and text him updates on how things are progressing.

Several weeks passed after my mediocre exploit with John, and I started feeling restless and unsatisfied again. I needed more. I needed more excitement, more variety, more pleasure. I mentioned it to Sarah, and she encouraged me to try other things, to experiment.

Sarah suggested that I dress slutty and go to bars by myself. Use a ‘hotwife’ anklet, flirt, and be more proactive. She encouraged me to open up more and be willing to take more risks.

But then, my friend Sarah said something that shocked me. She said, “Caron. What Andy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

She encouraged me to explore and experiment independently without Andy’s knowledge. “It will add a new level of arousal and spice between Andy and you…” she added.

Sarah explained that her husband likely suspected she had secret lovers, which made it more exciting for both of them. Sneaking around behind her husband’s back was thrilling because it gave them both erotic secrets. It was a dirty, dangerous game she and Brad played. Sarah believed that cheating enhanced their sexual desires for each other.

It was a way for her to try new sex acts, have more frequent sex, or explore their sexual orientation. Sarah and Brad still had sex with couples at sex clubs, but for Sarah, it was only a cover for her undisclosed rendezvous with other men.

That night, the booze was flying, and most of the girls were drinking shots instead of the glasses of white wine I usually see at women’s gatherings. Hot young guys were dressed as firefighters, policemen, and army men.

Sarah told me that it would be a lady’s night out, a sex toy party, but that wasn’t true. I called Andy and told him the truth about the party. I told him that it was a male stripper party.

As the men danced, stripping on the stage, Andy could hear the woman chanting, “All the way! All the way,” Andy told me to have fun. He assured me he was okay with it and for me to have fun.

The muscular guys eventually stripped down to g-strings, dancing wildly through the horny women, showing their tanned asses, athletic bodies, and prominent cocks and balls barely covered by small swatches of fabric.

Because I was a newcomer to the group, a chair was set up onstage, and a few women, led by Sarah, led me to the chair. I giggled shyly as if I didn’t know what was coming. But I did. Sarah had warned me. The women chanted and cheered, “blowjob, blowjob,” as one of the men began to dance in front of me.

He gave me a good view of his ass, then turned around to show me the other side. My embarrassment was quickly replaced with pure lust. I watched intently as his cock strained against his G-string, and I was sure he would burst out of the patch of cloth.

I reached out and pulled down the G-string. His dick leaped out, nearly slapping my face. It looked big enough to split someone wide open. I gasped in awe and disbelief and backed away, mouth open, as I stared at the colossal object before me.

He moved a little closer, bringing the giant cock almost into contact with my nose. I accepted that invitation, opened my mouth, and put my lips around the massive glistening head.

He let me move my mouth up and down his shaft. All the women were screaming and cheering again, their eyes riveting on me like tigers watching a piece of meat. He spayed whipped cream on his shaft, and I licked it off.

His cock was so erect, so hard. I sucked and licked it for several minutes. I licked the precum from his engorged, bulbous head. I engulfed the head of his cock in my stretched mouth. I swirled my tongue around the enormous crown and began pumping my hand up and down the length of his shaft.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I am going to cum all over your face, you dirty cum slut.”

“Cum for me, cum all over my face and all in my mouth. I want to taste you, make me your cum slut, spunk your big hot load on my face,” I yelled back.

He pulled back. I licked the underside of his cock as he masturbated. Suddenly, his balls emptied all over my face. I knew it was coming, but I still flinched when a glob landed on my eye. Some made it into my mouth, some on my lips, and some dangled from my chin.

The crowd of women cheered and erupted in a deafening roar while they danced, many excitedly shaking their bare tits and kissing each other. It was an unbelievable experience.

That’s how I met Levi, the dancer who just ejaculated on my face. He joined me in the crowd. Levi seemed to have everything Andy lacked. Levi was adventurous, spontaneous, and fun. He made me laugh, he made me think, he made me feel alive. He was also good-looking, charming, and sexy.

We hit it off and spent the rest of the night dancing, flirting, and making out, and I wanted more. We exchanged numbers and agreed to keep in touch. We secretly texted, called, and video-chatted daily and agreed to meet whenever possible. I knew it was wrong not to tell Andy, but I didn’t care.

A few days later, I got a text from Levi. A surge of arousal and a pang of anxiety caused me to shiver. He wanted to get away with me.

I worked out a plan with Sarah to cover for me. I told Andy that Sarah and I were attending a teacher’s workshop in Atlanta. But the actual plan was to meet Levi secretly.

I agreed to meet him at a hotel. He booked a room for us. He said he couldn’t wait to hold me, to kiss me, to make love to me. I lied to my husband, packed a bag, and Andy didn’t ask any questions. He didn’t seem to suspect anything. But I couldn’t go through with it.

I told Andy the truth. He looked confused. I expected a surge of anger, but he was surprisingly supportive instead. He said he suspected something was wrong because of how I acted. I apologized, and I explained the whole story.

He wanted me to go ahead and meet Levi. “Why?” I asked. He didn’t answer. Instead, he took my hand and led me to the car. “Thank you for telling me,” he said and kissed me. My heart was pounding as I drove away from my husband.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in, and went to the room. Levi was already there, waiting for me. The second the door closed behind us, we were all over each other. It was passionate and frantic. We stripped off our clothes and tumbled onto the bed. We kissed and explored each other’s bodies.

We had sex constantly, taking breaks only to shower, order food, and nap. It was incredible. I had never experienced anything like it. We had wild, uninhibited, passionate, and dirty sex. We fucked, sucked, and licked each other. We tried new things and experimented, and he pushed my physical limits.

It was the best sex of my life, and it wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t cheating on my husband, betraying his trust, and violating our marriage. I was expressing myself, exploring my sexuality, and having fun with my husband’s consent. I was happy and fulfilled. It was a liberating experience. Levi was everything I wanted and needed.

When I arrived home after two days with Levi, Andy greeted me with a warm hug and a passionate kiss. “Welcome home, sweetheart,” he said. “How was your trip?”

“It was wonderful,” I replied.

“Are you ready for a new adventure?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

I felt so dirty and horny. Andy arranged for the kids to be out of the house, and soon I was naked, on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air, my legs spread wide, and my pussy dripping wet. Andy’s hard cock pressed against my ass, and I moaned.

“Oh, god, yes,” I whispered. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Andy.”

Andy pressed his cock against my tight ass. He slowly eased into my tight hole, his cock filling my ass. It was so tight and hot. Andy gripped my hips and fucked my ass. His balls slapped against my swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Andy groaned as his cock throbbed inside my ass, and I felt his hot cum shooting deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Cum in my ass,” I moaned.

I came hard, my body trembling, my pussy dripping wet.

“I missed you, babe,” Andy said, his breath ragged.

“I missed you too,” I replied.

We lay together in the afterglow of our lovemaking I thought about how much my life had changed in such a short time. How much more open and free I felt. How much happier and fulfilled I was.

It’s an unconventional arrangement, but right for us.