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is fun. My outfit makes me look equal parts escort and sorority girl on Halloween. If it’s cold enough out, I will usually envelope myself in a trench coat until I enter the room. However, there have been many curious eyes upon me as I walked across a hotel lobby in my Hotwife gear. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like the attention.By the time I reach the room, I know he’s inside waiting for me.The code is two quick knocks, pause, then three more quick ones. Of course, my husband has lined all of this up with him, too. The door opens and on the other side is something new and yummy. Sometimes it’s a silver fox that could be Kevin Costner’s stand in on Yellowstone. Other times it’s a absolutely stunning black man with a gorgeous smile and mysterious eyes. There have been many lovers, but each I remember.My regular aka favorite is often on the other side of the doorway. He is a bull “for hire” and part of our local swinging community. Let’s call him Henry. He is 6'3', 240 lbs, a dark auburn beard and hair to match, with bright blue eyes you could drown in. He has an 8" cock and can fuck me like a brood mare for hours on end. There is no actual payment in this transaction, just amazing sex.Henry strips me as I walk through the door. There is not usually any small chat as we aren’t here to make friends. He is already mostly undressed, minus his tight boxer briefs. Sometimes there’s lots of foreplay, other times he hikes up my dress, knowing I won’t have panties on underneath, and bends me over the bed immediately. Again, this is something that’s been discussed prior with my one true love.More often than not there is a camera setup to record our shenanigans. Mr. Black will want to see after all. Occasionally, it is setup as a live stream if the kids are out of the house while he is home alone. There has also been times when I’ve Hotwifed with no video at all, and he asks me to recount every single detail when I get back home.How many times did you cum? What positions did you fuck in? So on and so forth.No matter how we are recorded or the dynamics of the relationship between the man and I, the sex is almost always sensational. When I put on my Hotwife shoes, I leave my house with the intent to have amazing sex. I play a role. With that, my appetite for hot sex is almost insatiable. I try to match the sexual prowess of my chosen male partner, because his experience should be a great one, too.Some kink is involved with most of the men — ball gags, floggers a

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nd me ending up tied to the bed is not out of the realm of possibility. Everything is consensual and asked about beforehand. Again, I thank my husband for giving them the rundown.After hours of intense and orgasmic sex I leave the hotel and start my journey back home. More often than not, I have another man’s cum slowly dripping out of me. It sounds weird to so many, but as I walk through the front door of my home, my husband is waiting for me. He’s tucked the kids into bed and prepared for my return.Our routine as of late as been for him to be on our bed waiting for me. I stumble through the dark house, trying not to wake anyone. The chosen heels for the night must remain on. When I enter our room, various things can happen. Sometimes he kisses me gently and I blow him until he comes in my mouth. But, Mr. Black likes one thing the most…to fuck me where another man has just been. Usually, I’m instructed to remove my dress and spread my legs open for him, laying on my back on the bed. He’s had time to get hard and the excitement of my impending arrival usually has done this for him. Once he is inside me, I can feel the now cold cum of my lover exiting my vagina and being pushed back inside of me in equal amounts by my husband’s hard cock. This is my favorite part of the Hotwife experience- my husband claiming what is his. It’s primal and erotic. As he cums inside of me, I can’t help but feel loved.While some women may look at being a Hotwife as debasing, I think I’m lucky. My husband let’s me fuck other hot men with no strings attached. Then, when I’m finished, he reminds me what I came home to. He spends hours talking to men, arranging dates and running the household while I’m gone. It’s so unbelievably sexy and I often get wet at the thought of an impending Hotwife date. It may not be something we do all the time, but when we do get to do it, it’s the most fun we’ve both ever had.© Keeva Black, 2021. All rights reserved.If you enjoyed this, please consider subscribing to <a href="https://kblackwrites.medium.com/subscribe">my email list</a>.If you like reading pieces on Medium, get yourself a membership by <a href="https://medium.com/me/settings/promote-memberships">signing up through my link</a>. By doing so, you will not only receive my pieces right in your inbox, but you also help writers like me and my fellow compatriots, continue to produce quality content for Medium.Lastly, Be sure to follow me at <a href="https://medium.com/keeva-black-writes">Keeva Black Writes</a>.</article></body>

Erotica

Let’s Talk About Hotwifing

Pull up a chair and maybe a bucket of ice

Among the many titles that I hold, mother, wife, writer, friend…one of my favorites is that of a Hotwife.

Not sure what a hot wife is? Let me enlighten you with my tales of wonderment. No, really, shit gets spicy from here. You might want to pour yourself a tall glass of water or a stiff drink, folks.

A Hotwife is a married woman that has sex with other men that are not her husband, with the approval of her husband. Often times, the husband will even find the sexual partner for his wife and arrange their sexual rendezvous.

My husband likes to do this for me. In fact, he insists.

A typical Hotwife night consists of me getting primped and pampered. From head to toe, everything is shaved, polished and dabbled with just the right amount of perfume. I put on one of my various sexy dresses, paired with over-the-knee boots or 5" pumps and I’m off to do my traditional twirl for my husband’s approval.

Usually my outfit produces a sly smile across his handsome face. Sometimes, he’ll send me back for a shorter dress or a touch more makeup. But, more times than not, Mr. Black likes what he sees. After all, he just wants me to look the best for my date.

From there, he gives me the location of the hotel and room number written on a small piece of paper. More often than not, he’s already set this all up with my waiting suitor. Rarely do I have to participate in the setup.

I take the paper from his hands, placing a tender kiss upon his cheek. As I brush my breasts lightly against his chest, I know that within a few hours I will return with the scent of another man present on me and be fully prepared to get my brains fucked out by my dear husband as a result of this role play.

The drive to the hotel can go one of two ways. It depends if I’ve previously met the man waiting for me at the hotel. This usually only occurs if he was a prior Hotwife playmate. I have never met a man before the date otherwise. Mr. Black handles it all. I trust his expertise and he has yet to set me up with a psychopath, weirdo or someone that is not to my liking.

The walk from the car to the hotel room is fun. My outfit makes me look equal parts escort and sorority girl on Halloween. If it’s cold enough out, I will usually envelope myself in a trench coat until I enter the room. However, there have been many curious eyes upon me as I walked across a hotel lobby in my Hotwife gear. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t like the attention.

By the time I reach the room, I know he’s inside waiting for me.

The code is two quick knocks, pause, then three more quick ones. Of course, my husband has lined all of this up with him, too. The door opens and on the other side is something new and yummy. Sometimes it’s a silver fox that could be Kevin Costner’s stand in on Yellowstone. Other times it’s a absolutely stunning black man with a gorgeous smile and mysterious eyes. There have been many lovers, but each I remember.

My regular aka favorite is often on the other side of the doorway. He is a bull “for hire” and part of our local swinging community. Let’s call him Henry. He is 6'3', 240 lbs, a dark auburn beard and hair to match, with bright blue eyes you could drown in. He has an 8" cock and can fuck me like a brood mare for hours on end. There is no actual payment in this transaction, just amazing sex.

Henry strips me as I walk through the door. There is not usually any small chat as we aren’t here to make friends. He is already mostly undressed, minus his tight boxer briefs. Sometimes there’s lots of foreplay, other times he hikes up my dress, knowing I won’t have panties on underneath, and bends me over the bed immediately. Again, this is something that’s been discussed prior with my one true love.

More often than not there is a camera setup to record our shenanigans. Mr. Black will want to see after all. Occasionally, it is setup as a live stream if the kids are out of the house while he is home alone. There has also been times when I’ve Hotwifed with no video at all, and he asks me to recount every single detail when I get back home.

How many times did you cum? What positions did you fuck in? So on and so forth.

No matter how we are recorded or the dynamics of the relationship between the man and I, the sex is almost always sensational. When I put on my Hotwife shoes, I leave my house with the intent to have amazing sex. I play a role. With that, my appetite for hot sex is almost insatiable. I try to match the sexual prowess of my chosen male partner, because his experience should be a great one, too.

Some kink is involved with most of the men — ball gags, floggers and me ending up tied to the bed is not out of the realm of possibility. Everything is consensual and asked about beforehand. Again, I thank my husband for giving them the rundown.

After hours of intense and orgasmic sex I leave the hotel and start my journey back home. More often than not, I have another man’s cum slowly dripping out of me. It sounds weird to so many, but as I walk through the front door of my home, my husband is waiting for me. He’s tucked the kids into bed and prepared for my return.

Our routine as of late as been for him to be on our bed waiting for me. I stumble through the dark house, trying not to wake anyone. The chosen heels for the night must remain on. When I enter our room, various things can happen. Sometimes he kisses me gently and I blow him until he comes in my mouth. But, Mr. Black likes one thing the most…to fuck me where another man has just been. Usually, I’m instructed to remove my dress and spread my legs open for him, laying on my back on the bed. He’s had time to get hard and the excitement of my impending arrival usually has done this for him. Once he is inside me, I can feel the now cold cum of my lover exiting my vagina and being pushed back inside of me in equal amounts by my husband’s hard cock. This is my favorite part of the Hotwife experience- my husband claiming what is his. It’s primal and erotic. As he cums inside of me, I can’t help but feel loved.

While some women may look at being a Hotwife as debasing, I think I’m lucky. My husband let’s me fuck other hot men with no strings attached. Then, when I’m finished, he reminds me what I came home to. He spends hours talking to men, arranging dates and running the household while I’m gone. It’s so unbelievably sexy and I often get wet at the thought of an impending Hotwife date. It may not be something we do all the time, but when we do get to do it, it’s the most fun we’ve both ever had.

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