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Making out With Jane

Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 6

Nathan transformed me into an insatiable exhibitionist… a slut wife craving for strangers.

As soon as we got back to the bungalow I fucked Nathan like an obsessed. I rode his hard cock while he sucked my nipples, then I turned around and enjoyed its full length so deep on me, every time I pushed my butt on his crotch. He then pushed me on my all fours on the bed, and took me like that, filling my pussy with his cum. It was pure, raw sex, not the love-making we were used to.

Then, when he asked me if I had liked that nudist beach, I was feeling too at ease to hide my feelings.

“It was so exciting to look at that black woman pleasing her man, and then… my God, when she touched the two strangers and she let them cum on her body… so erotic!”

I was still too astonished to hide my excitement. Still horny, too. I had just come while Nathan fucked me from behind, but my head was full of sinful thoughts: Gareth lying in front of me and his cock in my mouth; or his dick in my pussy from behind, while I sucked hubby’s tasty tip… I was even imagining the girl riding my husband while I licked his balls and then slid my tongue up, to her pussy.

I had never tasted a woman. I had never even considered I may like it.

What was happening to me?

I was scared. It wasn’t easy to open myself to Nathan, yet-

But after that first orgasm, he continued to tease me, to caress my pussy, to push my pleasure exactly where I needed it.

My thoughts continued to stray, though. I loved my husband, and yet I was getting off thinking about another man… no, another cock, and a pussy. I felt no connection to that couple, but I found their bodies arousing.

I was feeling overly guilty, and I knew that the next time hubby would ask me to follow him on the path to the nudist beach I would say ‘no’, despite how much I had liked the experience.

It turned out Nathan understood me better than I thought.

“Did you see how much cum covered that black woman?” He asked.

“Mmm… yes…”

The image of the three men cum dripping down her black tits made me shiver.

“Wasn’t it sexy?”

“Very erotic,” I said, spreading my legs more to ease his access to my sex.

“And how she stroked those two strangers and just made them cum?”

“She was… daring…”

As he talked, Nathan caressed my pussy, sliding his fingertip between my clit and my pee-hole, sending me incessant waves of pleasure.

“She looked beautiful, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t think straight. Maybe that’s why I dared to ask.

“Would you want me to-”

I couldn’t finish the sentence, though, because a loud moan escaped my mouth when he pushed his fingers deep in my pussy, rubbing my insides.

“You know that the idea of sharing you with someone turns me on.”

Indeed, I knew. He had shared this desire of him more than once, since the day of our new beginning.

To be honest, I didn’t want to hear a ‘Yes’ as an answer. I didn’t want my hubby to give me to others… not like that, not so cheaply. I wanted to feel a treasure, in his hands. That’s what I had lacked the most before, what I had been craving for in other men, months before.

My disappointment vanished when he continued.

“I wouldn’t want you to be objectified like that,” he said. “Unless at some point you’ll want it. But I may still refuse at that moment.”

Yes, I was relieved. This is the husband I wanted, the one with whom I was safe to be myself.

Now, I could concentrate more on his fingers stimulating my vulva, violating my entrance just an inch, then curving up towards my g.spot.

I was trembling with excitement and felt the need to squirt, to release everything I had built up during the day.

“But Gareth and Jane, on the other hand…” he said while sticking two fingers deep in my pussy and sucking one of my nipples.

“Gareth… and Jane… what?” I managed to stutter.

“They are a nice couple, no?”

“They… seem so…” I was on the verge of my orgasm, and the way we were talking about a couple we had seen naked… even fucking, was driving me quickly over the edge.

“Would you stroke his cock?”

I didn’t expect such a straightforward question. But at that moment, in the grasp of my coming pleasure, I couldn’t find the strength to lie.

“I… I would… if you ask me to…”

“If that moment comes, I’ll want you to suck his cock.”

That was it. I imagined my husband fingers inside me like now, Jane’s lips on my nipple and Gareth’s cock spurting his cum in my mouth… and I came.

I squirted my pleasure all around the sheets, and on my hubby. His fingers were a wet mess, but he didn’t stop plunging them inside me, and I couldn’t stop cumming. I kept on pushing with my muscles as clear liquid spilled out of me, spraying between my legs. I was in a state of perpetual orgasm that seemed never to end.

“Will you really do it?” He asked, when I collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Now that my mind was getting cleared, I didn’t know. In some moment, I could, in others I would never even consider the option.

“Maybe… if you’ll be there with me.”

“Words… just words. When will you take action?” he mocked me.

He knew how to stir me up.

Things didn’t go exactly as I thought. In my naughty imagination, we were going to have sex with the other couple the next time we’d see them. Of course, it didn’t happen.

In the afternoon Nathan dragged me to the same nudist beach. Gareth and Jane were already there, naked, and welcomed us to sit by their side.

I spoke with Jane. Her beautiful body was less than a metre from mine… I could touch it. I could suck those tits, I could hug her. My pussy was leaking most of the time. I wondered if her being so good with me showed interest in more than just being friends.

We talked about men and sex, too. It turned out she wasn’t very different from me. She was still experiencing, still discovering herself.

“What excites you the most?” She asked me at some point.

“Boobs?” I joked. Well, it was supposed to be a joke, but it was true, too. I liked boobs. Especially big, like her. Even if I had never fantasized about touching or licking them before, I had had a good share of wet dreams and… most of them involved naked women exposing their big boobs.

“Want a taste?” she joked back, squeezing her tits to me.

Well, I was almost going to dive on them.

Gareth got hard at some point and Jane gave him a couple of strokes, making fun of him. I didn’t dare to do the same to Nathan, even if I could see he was getting horny, too.

Here was no trace of the black woman from the morning, and nobody else engaged in real sexual playing.

Time flew by. Jane left kissing me on the cheek.

“Wanna meet tonight?” She asked.

I looked at Nathan. I knew he usually preferred to be free to manage our time as we wanted, but this time he smiled at me.

“As you wish,” he said.

At 9 p.m. we were going to meet at the only beach bar in the vicinity, around half kilometer down the shore.

When I noticed Jane sitting by herself on a chair, I felt a grip on my heart. As much as she tried to smile as we approached her, I could feel something was off.

She said Gareth wasn’t feeling well and had to stay at their bungalow. I didn’t believe a word, and Nathan didn’t buy it either.

“Girls, I’m tired, too… I’ll call it a day and go to sleep, and you can enjoy a girl’s night, for once,” he said after a couple of minutes, when it became obvious the mood just wasn’t there. “Let’s meet tomorrow at the beach,” he added winking at Jane.

Then he kissed me and left.

I wasn’t happy he had gone away. I had imagined a different night: being with friends, teasing each other, making love at the beach maybe… me and Jane riding our partners side by side under the moonlight… nothing like that was going to happen, now.

“You have a good husband,” Jane said as soon as he left.

I could sense the bittersweet tone of her voice.

“Likewise, no?”

She raised the back of her left hand, where there was no ring.

“We’ve yet to decide if we want to take that step.”

I didn’t answer. I could feel there was still something she wanted to add.

“We’ve had a little discussion tonight about the topic. That’s why he went to bed and I’m here alone,” she blurted out.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Men can be a real pain in the ass, can they?” I said-

I knew it well enough. And women could be even worse than them, sometimes, but I didn’t add it.

She smiled, at least.

“Wanna go for a walk by the shore?” She asked.

Jane grabbed my arm as soon as we reached the shore. There was some tension between us, which I knew very well… but I had experienced only with men, before.

When we were far enough, she suddenly stopped and kissed me. I didn’t retract. I let her discover my lips first, then played with her tongue when she slipped it into my mouth.

I knew I should have spoken to my husband before, but that seemed the right moment to do that.

“I… I wasn’t expecting this,” she said when that first kiss ended.

I giggled.

“Me neither… but-”

Her lips were again on mine, this time with more passion. Between a kiss and another, we moved away from the shore, between the palms. There, she removed her t-shirt.

“You’ve been looking at them all day,” Jane said. “Now they are all yours.”

She had seen through me. Her beautiful boobs were there, in front of me, and when she pulled down her bra to reveal to me her nudity I had to touch them.

We kissed again, but this time it was more like having sex. I was fondling her tits, teasing her nipples enjoying her moans into my mouth.

“Would you lick them?” She asked, gently pushing my head down, to her chest.

I rolled my tongue all around a nipple, tasting a woman’s tit for the first time in my life. Her moans both guided and drove me crazy. I could feel my juices wetting my panties.

Then, she lay on the sand and pulled me over her. We continued kissing, while we explored each other. Her fingers were soon inside my panties, caressing my clit. Her touch was tender and expert. So different than a man’s one. She knew exactly what do to… and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t like it. I was moaning and rocking my hips against her hand, looking for this new kind of pleasure I didn’t even know I wanted, till two days ago.

Soon, I slid my hand under her skirt and mimicked her fingers’ movements on her clit. We didn’t talk. We pleased each other like that, fingering our wet pussies until she began trembling under my touch, moaning like she had done that first time I had spied on her, and finally came on my hand.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing me.

But when her hand looked for my pussy again, I moved it away.

“I like it but… it’s late, we must go,” I said.

She looked a little disappointed but… even if she had already seen me that first day by the bushes, I didn’t feel ready to cum in front of her, yet. In my entire life, I had squirted only in front of my husband.

We walked back hand in hand. It felt so awkward when she kissed me on a cheek before leaving to her place, after what we had just shared.

Nathan was sleeping. In bed, I could still feel Jane’s lips on mine, her hand between my legs, the tenderness of her boobs and pussy under my touch. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled her scent. I was overly horny… needed to cum.

No, I wasn’t developing feelings for her. There was physical and mental attraction, yes, and a feeling we could be friends. I was mesmerized by her femininity, too, in a positive way. I liked her, I admired her… I envied her, to some extent, too.

It took time for me to fall asleep. I didn’t know if I had done something wrong, yet.

Was kissing another girl cheating? Would I consider it a betrayal, if the roles were reversed?

That night, I had understood I could have sex with others. I could probably touch another man, as I had done with Jane, without feelings involved.

Of one thing I was sure. If I wanted this feeling of guiltiness to disappear, I had to tell Nathan the very next morning.

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• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 1
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 2
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 3
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 4
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 5
• Hotwife in the Making: How My Husband Taught Me to Stray — Part 6

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