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My First Almost-Hotwife Experience While I Was Also a Submissive Fuck Toy by The Pool
I was gang-banged and used as a cum bucket by 6 big black cocks while my white cuckold boyfriend watched [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
For the first time in my life, I had a hotwife experience. I think. Maybe.
My friend’s husband and five of his buddies fucked me for half a day by the pool while my boyfriend couldn’t do anything but watch.
I’m confused, though. I always thought of a hotwife adventure as one in which the woman was in charge. In my case, my boyfriend had to watch my three holes being used repeatedly by six big black cocks, but I wasn’t in charge. I was my usual self: a submissive fuck doll. Does it still qualify as ‘hotwifing’?
Here’s what happened at the end of last month. Please tell me if you think I am a hotwife on top of being a cock-pleasuring sex doll. Does the term even apply since I am not his wife but just his girlfriend?
Recently, my boyfriend found out that I enjoyed being a submissive fuck toy for my friend, her husband, and his buddies. I thought he would ditch me, but instead, it appeared it made his cock get harder more often!
He had questions about the size of the big black cock carried by my friend’s husband. Men (especially white ones) seem more obsessed with big rods (especially black ones) than I am! I can have fun with all sizes and shapes of penises, even the tiniest ones, but they always wonder.
In any case, my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell (made up names for this online report on my sex life), offered to show him firsthand. Well, I mean… His hand wasn’t welcome. Only his eyes! They offered to show him big cocks banging me, and he jumped on the occasion. I don’t know why, but it seems to me that many men have the fantasy of seeing their wives or girlfriends used by other men. Only a handful of them get to see it for real.
When my boyfriend Rom (another made-up name) arrived, I opened the door in the nude. I was already at Madison’s beach house, where I had challenged myself to remain naked for at least a month. It’s that commitment and the fact that I wasn’t available in June that led to Rom being informed of my particular craving for being used, shared, and gang-banged. Up to that point, my sex life with him had always been very conventional. He never even penetrated my ass, not even once, while many other men were, by now, as comfortable using my butthole as if it was their own sex toy — a free one, on top of that!
I invited Rom to follow me by the pool, where Darnell was already there with five of his buddies.
When I had mentioned Rom’s question about the size of his cock, Darnell seemed annoyed, and I guess it explained why all of his buddies on that day were also African-American. He was gonna give a “big” show to the white dude. Not only that, but they were all built like football players. Perhaps he wanted to make a point?
Madison invited Rom to sit on a long chair by the pool, placed an ice-filled beer cooler next to the chair, and then informed him he was not allowed to talk, move, or touch anything except to go to the toilet and quickly come back. If he disobeyed, she would personally kick his balls. But he was welcome to leave at any point. Ouch!
When I found out that my boyfriend was excited by the idea of other men using my body, I also got excited. As an exhibitionist, I thought I would like him to see my ass in action. But somehow, this Madison speech had me concerned. Why would Rom actually want to see me as a slut? What if he found it disgusting?
If it led to us breaking up, he would remain my neighbor at my condo!
But I was not about to back out. I never do! I had only used my safe word once, and it was because I ran out of breath with my head underwater. I want to experience, live, and feel all the thrills that my body can take!
Madison brought me stiletto shoes to replace my flip-flops. Men enjoy my nude body even more when I wiggle my ass on top of expensive high-heel shoes. Or maybe they like to inflict pain on the weak blonde flesh. I mean, after days of being barefoot on the beach or wearing flip-flops, stiletto shoes are a torture tool!
She also shoved a butt plug in my rear end while having my back right next to Rom.
“This hole must be stretched and ready for cocks at all times,” she announced before instructing me to do everything her guests wanted for the rest of the day, including being their waitress. She clarified that “her guests” excluded Rom, who I was to ignore.
Yet, waitressing is not how it started.
As soon as Madison left, Darnell got up, dropped naked, and shouted: “Party time! Fill the cum bucket!”
And I sure got filled with male juice! His buddies all dropped naked and joined Darnell in using me in every possible way. They made it a team effort, taking turns in my ass, my mouth, and my pussy. At all times, there were at least two, and most often three, big black cocks outside of me, fully erect, for Rom to see.
Penis size has never been a concern of mine. I get orgasms from clit stimulation, and that has nothing to do with the rod. In fact, a woman between my legs is great! But since it all started with a discussion on cock size, I kept looking at these male tools, and I had to admit that Rom’s sex thing seemed small next to theirs, although his penis was actually average.
I’m not sure how long this gang-bang lasted, but in the end, I was exhausted. My legs were shaking. And I was covered in male jelly. I don’t even recall much of it because I was regularly glancing at Rom and wondering how he felt about the whole thing. At first, he stared continuously, but toward the end, he only peeked occasionally at me and my harem of cocks.
The only time I managed to keep his eyes on me was when I gave everything I got for sucking and licking Darnell’s cock with my tongue, doing most of the work outside my mouth for him to appreciate the size of that rod compared to that of my tongue and fingers. I finished that performance with deep-throating, and that also caught his attention. He looked away when my eyes got watery, which is just a normal reaction when I swallow such a big rod.
Eventually, the balls attached to the six massive penises were drained, and these cocks were not about to get hard again for a while. I took an outdoor shower. Cold water seems to be the best way to get sperm off my body and hair. Then I adjusted my fancy prostitute-like shoes and served them drinks. And drinks. And more drinks.
I had little chance to sit since one of Darnell’s friends always wanted me to stand by the pool, dance, and caress myself. At one point, I almost forgot about them and focused on Rom. It was as if I was dancing for him. He watched and smiled. “Maybe he’ll be OK,” I thought.
But that didn’t last long. Darnell grabbed me by the hair and gave it to me. He clearly didn’t like that I was wiggling and caressing my nude body for the benefit of my boyfriend.
I got it the way I like it: rough! It was the roughest Darnell had ever been with me. I got my ass pounded with his cock going straight into my mouth afterward, and he finished it by banging me from behind, pulling hard on my hair, and sometimes pinching and pulling on my nipples by wrapping one arm around my body. I am quite small next to him!
When Darnell was done with demonstrating that my body was for him to enjoy, he grabbed me like I was made of feathers and threw me in the pool like a bag of garbage he didn’t need anymore. I had never seen Darnell like that before. Was he jealous?
Darnell’s buddies fucked me again quite a few times that afternoon but never in a gang-bang style as they had done at first. In fact, at one point, fucking me became almost as casual and normal as me bringing them a drink.
One of them penetrated me for every single beer he drank. I think he just wanted to see a blonde, young chick taking in his big, black cock. My skin sure contrasted next to him! That guy also requested I pushed the neck of his beer bottle up my pussy to give it more flavor.
Another one was particularly fixated on my tits while he requested many cock and balls worshipping sessions even when he didn’t have an erection.
Meanwhile, another one was obsessed with my butt cheeks. He slapped or groped them every time I walked by.
I guess men have different preferences for female body parts. Maybe I should go back to school and study sexuality. Or male psychology.
I work as a social media manager for a variety of clients, and I think it’s mainly because these companies are run by old men who are overwhelmed by social media. And they picked me simply because I was young. Heck, I bet my cleavage helped seal the deal during the Zoom job interviews.
Meanwhile, in my sex life, in many cases, I was an object of pleasure for old men also because I was young. There was a constant theme there! But I’ll get old one day. Maybe I should use my current situation as a springboard to build a career as a sex therapist of some sort!
I didn’t see Madison all afternoon. She came back just before dinner with two guys from a catering service. They set up a table outside with mostly finger food, like chicken wings. She invited Rom to get a plate and go back to his seat.
The two catering guys were in no hurry to leave. While their hands were busy on the table, their eyes were glued to my naked skin. I can tell you that! But eventually, everything was set up, and they had no more excuses to hang around. “Poor neglected cocks,” I giggled to myself. I also wondered if Madison had specifically requested guys. It may be a sexist comment, but I thought the catering service staff was often female, no?
In any case, Madison then showed up with a cat bowl and asked the guys to feed me. Darnell understood immediately because they had done that before during an NBA & NHL weekend. He masturbated to unload sperm in the bowl, then passed it on to his buddies. They had remained naked all afternoon, by the way. Rom had plenty to look at and mentally “measure.”
After completing its round, the cat bowl went back to Madison. She put it on the ground and signaled to me. It was my cue! I got on all fours. She handcuffed my hands behind my back. I bent forward and licked the sperm out of the cat bowl, trying to see Rom’s reaction at the same time. His face seemed to show disgust, and that saddened me.
After dinner and more beer, Darnell’s buddies finally put their cocks back in their shorts and left.
Then Madison grabbed my leash and dragged me inside, ordering Rom to follow. She put me in the cage that they had also used during the NBA & NHL weekend, with my hands still handcuffed behind my back.
“Darnell may need the little slut later,” she casually stated, clearly because Rom was listening. “She’s starting to have some mileage, though. May need to upgrade to a newer model soon!”
She then turned toward Rom and said something like: “I hope you had a good time, but this was a one-off. She’s not the same when you are around. So, if she chooses to keep on having fun with us, you are not welcome back here ever again.”
Wow! That was harsh and straight to the point. But I quickly realized she was right. I had been quite focused on Rom, and I probably didn’t do all the male-pleasuring actions I usually performed.
After Rom left, Madison sat on the floor next to the cage, and we had a long conversation.
She suggested we end our sexual relationship so I could pursue a fresh adventure with my new boyfriend. I yelled ‘no’ right away, almost instinctively. Then I thought about it, and it remained a firm ‘no.’ I really didn’t want to lose what I had with her and her husband.
I insisted on completing my commitment to being nude at their place for the month of June and sexually entertaining their guests at the 4th of July party. Only then would I reconnect with Rom and consider my options. She was OK with that game plan.
It was strange to have such a serious conversation while continuing to be caged at her feet! But the truth was that I felt at home in that cage! You may think I have “issues,” but I was having the time of my life.
The next morning, I sent a text message to Rom. Yes, I was a chicken! I didn’t have the balls to have a conversation. But, you know… I don’t have balls. I only lick them. So it was OK, right?
He knew about my June commitment and the 4th of July party, so it was a straightforward message to simply let him know I would see him on July 5th.
He didn’t reply. At all.
Update: You won’t hear much about him after this because it turned out that although his cock was excited by my sexual exploits as a fuck doll, his brain wasn’t. My almost-boyfriend never actually became one.
Maybe it was Madison’s plan all along to keep my young female body fully available to her, her husband, and their friends.
However, I had fun with his father later that Summer.
For the dirty minds (I love you like that) following everything I do with my pussy, I apologize for not always reporting my sex life adventures in chronological order. I am just too far behind! I need a month on a private island to catch up with my reporting! If you have a private jet and a private island, let me know, OK?
In any case, my first hotwife experience happened after the day when my boyfriend found out I enjoyed being a cock-pleasuring fuck toy for other men (obviously) and before my 4th of July performance as a nude piece of entertainment at a private party. It was on the last weekend in June when the entire country was under extreme heat warnings. How appropriate!
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