Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — Part 8. Meeting Scott

I couldn’t tell Andy, at least not yet. But I had decided that I wanted to see Scott again.

Our first excursion to the lifestyle resort was a definite success for Andy and me. We had a fantastic time, but we were also excited to see what other adventures awaited us as a stag/hotwife couple.

During our stay at the resort, we made friends with Whitney and Dustin, and they introduced us to several other couples in their swinger circle. Whitney and Dustin invited us to their room for drinks on Sunday evening, our last night at the resort. There were several other couples, and the booze was flowing freely.

At some point, I ended up naked and making out with another guy named Scott. He was young and attractive, and I couldn’t believe how horny he was. His wife, I think her name was Susan, was making out with Whitney and Andy. As I recall, Whitney’s husband, Dustin, was pretty drunk and left the party early to sleep it off.

I could see Andy, Whitney, and Susan standing just outside the room, leaning against the railing, kissing and fondling each other. Andy was having an experience of a lifetime with the two women alternating, sucking his cock and kissing.

After a few hours of heavy petting, I sat on the couch, and Scott knelt before me, his head buried between my thighs.

As I watched Andy, Scott was licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. I was getting close, and my legs were shaking. Scott was an expert cunnilinguist, and his tongue worked magic.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the sofa, surrendering to the pleasure. Scott’s tongue felt amazing, and I knew I was going to cum. He was licking and sucking my pussy and clit like a madman.

“Fuck, yes, Scott, right there,” I moaned, and I was gone. My orgasm was intense. I could feel the wave of ecstasy rolling over me. I could hear people talking and laughing around us, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment.

After a few moments of euphoria, I opened my eyes, and Scott stood before me, his hard cock inches from my face. “I needed some fresh air and asked Scott to walk on the grounds with me. I was so horny, and I wanted his cock, but I needed a breather.

The warm Florida air was soothing. The moon was full and illuminated the area, and it was a quiet and peaceful night. We walked through the resort and talked. Scott told me about himself and his family.

“Do you enjoy being a hotwife?” he asked.

“I do. It’s a huge turn-on. It’s freeing to explore and have experiences without worrying about a jealous husband or partner.”

“And do you like seeing your husband fuck other women?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s incredibly erotic. And, of course, I like fucking other men.”

“I’d like to fuck you,” he said matter-of-factly.”

I’m unsure why, but his bluntness caught me off guard. But I knew that Scott and I would fuck before the night was over. We picked up a few drinks at the pool bar and stopped to sit on one of the couches around the main stage.

“What’s the best part about being a hotwife?” Scott asked.

“I love the freedom and being able to explore,” I said. “There are a lot of things that I love about it. I love the thrill of doing something new and different. And the thought of being watched or seen having sex is a big turn-on.”

“So, you like having sex in public?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Hmm, well, how about now?” He asked.

“Now? Here? On the patio furniture? Right now?” I said, looking around. Other couples were sitting around, and some were walking around the grounds.

“Yes, right here and now,” Scott said. “Do you think Andy would mind?”

“Well, I doubt he would mind. My guess is he’s fucking your wife about now.”

“Good, then let’s do it.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, let’s do it.” I said. We kissed passionately, and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. My hand found his hard cock, and I stroked him.

“God, you have a beautiful cock,” I whispered, taking his throbbing manhood in my mouth.

Scott was thick and long, and my lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as I slid up and down. Scott moaned softly and caressed my head.

“You like that?”

“Fuck, yes. Keep doing that. People are watching.”

“Let them watch,” I moaned past his cock. “Mmm, hmmm,” I hummed, his cock sliding in and out of my hungry mouth.

“I’m getting close. Stop, or I’ll cum in your mouth,” he groaned.

“Then cum in my mouth. I want you to. Let me swallow your load. I can take it all.”

“Oh, god. But I want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me. Fuck me here, where people can watch.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m ready to fuck you,” he said, pulling his cock from my mouth.

“Yes, please, fuck me.” I moaned and repositioned. With me on my back and my legs spread wide. Scott’s cock was inches from my wet and willing pussy as we kissed.

“Come on, give it to me.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Your body is perfect,” he said, slowly pushing his thick cock inside me.

I remember thinking how easy it was. Letting other men fuck me had become second nature.

Fucking someone other than my husband had become so easy that I didn’t have to think twice about it. I don’t have to think about it. I go with the flow without worrying how it might impact my marriage. I can express myself sexually anywhere, anytime, without worrying about my husband’s feelings. I love being a hotwife.

“Oh, fuck. That’s it. Give it to me. Fuck me,” I moaned. Scott was fucking me hard, and we were making a spectacle of ourselves. Other couples were watching, and a few had moved close to watch.

“Come on, give it to her. She’s a horny slut,” someone said, and Scott and I broke out laughing.

“Yes, I am. Give it to me,” I giggled, my pussy stretched wide by his big cock. Scott was pounding away at my pussy, and my body was responding excitedly.

“Oh, god, yes, yes. Don’t stop,” I cried as an orgasm rippled through my body.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my heels dug into his ass, my body movements urging him to keep going. Scott kept fucking me, his cock driving deep inside me and his balls slapping against my skin.

I remember looking at one older couple standing close. The guy’s cock was sticking out past his zipper, and the woman was stroking him while they watched.

“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” Scott said, interrupting my thoughts about the couple.

“Cum in my pussy,” I moaned, barely getting the words out. He groaned, and just like that, he came inside me. His cock erupted, flooding my pussy with his hot, sticky seed. His cock pulsed and throbbed, and his seed filled me.

We lay there, catching our breath. A few people clapped, and others began moving away. I caught a view of the older couple. She was sitting on a chair; he was standing in front of him, sucking his cock. I wondered if that would be Andy and me in a few years.

Scott’s cock was softening inside me, and his load was slowly seeping out. We kissed, and our tongues intertwined, his cock sliding out of my pussy.

“You have the best pussy,” he whispered.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” I giggled.

“We should do this again sometime.”

We didn’t say much after that. As we walked past the swimming pool, I stepped in just enough to wash the cum from my thighs and pussy. I dried off, and we walked around more before returning to the party.

The party was still going, and Andy was sitting outside the room with Whitney. There was no sign of Scott’s wife or Whitney’s husband, Dustin. Scott and I sat down next to them, and I asked Andy what he’d been up to.

“Oh, just fucking with Whitney.” Scott and Andy high-fived each other, and we all laughed.

“Good. That’s what I want to hear,” I said, smiling. We talked for a bit longer.

I was exhausted. It was getting late, and the booze and sex were taking a toll. It was time to go, so Andy and I said goodbye to everyone and went back to our condo.

Andy and I got home from the resort in the afternoon the following day. We had a few hours before we had to pick up the kids at my parent’s house.

We sat on the couch, dozing in and out. “I had a great time this weekend,” I said drowsily, snuggling close to Andy.

“I had a blast, too. It was fun. Thanks for letting me play,” he said.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for sharing me with other men,” I teased.

“Hey, you were the one who said it was okay.”

“Yeah, well, you got yours, too,” I replied, playfully punching his arm.

“I like Scott and Whitney a lot,” I said.

“Me too. They’re great. Hopefully, we’ll get together with them again.”

“Really? That would be nice,” I said, smiling. “I wonder if their spouses would be okay with that.”

“What are you smiling about?” Andy asked.

“Oh, nothing. I was thinking about all the fun we had and an older couple I told you about.”

“Yeah, it was a great trip. We’ll have to go again,” Andy said.

For the following week, I thought a lot about Scott. I felt a unique connection with him, as if we had known each other for a long time. We had a lot in common.

We shared a sense of adventure and a sense of wonder. I thought about our time at the resort and how we laughed, joked, teased, and flirted.

We felt so comfortable with each other. We felt so drawn to each other. I couldn’t tell Andy, at least not yet. But I had decided that I wanted to see Scott again — more. I wanted to spend time with him.

I felt like we had known each other for years, but we had just met. Andy was my soulmate, but Scott could be too.

But as time passed, I thought more, not less, about Scott. His smile, his voice, his eyes. The way he made me feel when he complimented me, listened to me, touched me, even casually.

When thinking of Scott, I felt a spark, a thrill, and an adrenaline rush. I felt curious. I felt guilty, confused, and conflicted.

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