HOTWIFE EROTICA
My Husband Turns Me into an Insatiable Slut
My husband wants to share me again, and watch.
This is the bonus story for Making Me a Slutty Wife. You don’t need to have read the story, but if you care about spoilers, read the story first. You can find it by clicking HERE.
It’s been a few days since I got spit-roasted by my cat’s veterinarian and his technician. After Ian, my kinky husband, heard about what happened with the vet, he arranged for me to fuck his friend from work. This time he wants to watch.
Tonight is the night, and I dressed sexy. I’m wearing a low cut, slinky dress and a pair of killer heels. It seems silly to dress up when the plan is to take it off quickly, but I need the self-confidence boost. Fucking the vet was spontaneous, so no time to overthink it, but tonight’s different. Couple of days daydreaming about screwing my husband’s friends and I’m in a bundle of nerves now.
My husband is waiting in the bedroom, and he wants me to act like I’m on a date — one that goes from zero to fucking in record time. I hear the doorbell, and my heart leaps into my throat. The butterflies in my stomach go wild. I walk to the front door, taking my time so I can get control of my emotions. This is nerve-wracking, but I got this.
I open the door, and a tall, lean man stands in front of me. He’s older than I expected, but his graying beard and laugh lines add to his allure.
“You must be Erin.” His voice is velvety smooth, making my body tingle. Mmm, yeah, that hits my voice kink nicely.
He stares at me hungrily, and I feel a warm glow as I smile. “And you must be Troy.”
Troy raises an eyebrow. “So you’re the woman I’m going to fuck?”
Ooh, this one is direct, and his crass language gives me a naughty zing. He looks at me like he wants to eat me, and my clit throbs at the thought. I wasn’t expecting an immediate attraction, but something about him makes me want to offer myself up for whatever wicked pleasures he demands. I stare into his eyes and give a little pout. “Only if you want me, Sir.”
He raises both eyebrows, clearly surprised, but pleased with my use of Sir. “Oh, I want you.”
Troy steps into the house and shuts the door behind him. He flashes me a grin that says come over here, and my feet move of their own accord. Before I know what’s happening, I’m inches away from him, and he grabs my hand, yanking me into his arms. As he slides his hand around my waist and pulls me firmly against him, I can feel the hardness in his jeans and a wave of heat rises from my core, making me gasp.
He tips my chin up with his other hand, making me meet his gaze, and asks in a soft voice, “What do you want me to do to you?”
I’d assumed Ian invited Troy over because he thought it would be safe, but now I question if my husband knew Troy was dominant. In the past, I’ve told Ian about my desires, and he knows I wish he could be more forceful in the bedroom. But my husband is a sweetheart who can pretend to dominate sometimes, but it doesn’t come naturally to him. Perhaps inviting his friend to give me the roughness I crave is his way of guaranteeing I have a good time tonight?
The way Troy holds me makes me wonder how rough he could get, and my heart pounds. I don’t enjoy pain, but being with someone who makes me feel like they could lose control revs my engine. A little fear with a side of dirty talk gets me off, and I trust Ian. He wouldn’t have invited someone over who would do anything bad.
I meet Troy’s gaze boldly and decide to play his game. “Use me as you will, Sir. I’m your fucktoy to play with as you like.”
A growl rises in his throat and his eyes glitter as his hand moves to grip my chin firmly. “Now, that’s interesting. I might take you up on that offer, baby girl.”
The pet name sends a thrill of excitement through my body. “Mmm, yes, Sir, use me, please,” I beg, and he rewards me with a swift, scorching kiss. His hands slide down my back until they land on my ass, and he squeezes the firm globes. His hands are rough and greedy. The way his lips crash against mine feels animalistic and makes my breath catch. I can tell this guy is going to pound my pussy, and it’s going to hurt in all the right ways.
Electricity sparks between us, and I moan softly as his mouth moves to my neck, nipping and sucking. Fuck… good thing I wore a dress that could come off easily. The way things are going, I want his cock inside me ASAP.
I let out a small whimper, and he nips at my flesh and tsks, “Naughty girl, you like it a little rough, don’t you?”
His tone makes my insides goo, so I moan a response out, “Oh god, yes. I’m a naughty girl who loves it rough, Sir.”
He moves his mouth back to mine and kisses me deeply before demanding in a harsh whisper, “Take me to the nearest table. Bend over it and show me that ass.”
Shivers run through me as I obey him. I lead him into the kitchen, and my palms land on the cold surface of the table as I lean over. I wiggle my ass to give him a good view and glance over my shoulder at him. He looks at me appreciatively, his dark eyes raking up and down my legs. “I’m gonna fuck you with these high heels on.”
Oh wait, shit… we need to move to the bedroom soon if Ian is going to watch. That was the plan. So I suggest, “But, Sir… wouldn’t the bedroom be nicer?”
His voice is firm as he runs a hand lightly along my bare shoulder. “Why?”
I suck in a shaky breath. Why am I acting like this is the first time I’ve done this? I wasn’t this nervous with Jace and Matt, but I didn’t have time to work myself up for days. “Because my husband is in there. He enjoys watching me take cock.”
A flash of recognition passes through his eyes, and a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Then, by all means, let’s go show him how slutty his wife gets for another man’s cock.”
Jesus, what sort of friend did Ian bring over? Does he know Troy is a harsh dom? I like it, and I bet I’m going to come multiple times before he’s finished with me. Also, didn’t my husband arrange this all with Troy in advance? Shouldn’t he have known my husband wanted to watch?
He motions me forward and I stand, gripping his hand and leading him towards the master bedroom. My pussy clenches in anticipation of the rough pounding I’m expecting. A part of me is afraid that Ian won’t be able to handle watching me get fucked on our bed. This isn’t just about my pleasure. I want tonight to be good for him as well.
When we reach the bedroom, I slow down, steeling my resolve. How will Ian react when he sees us together?
I lead Troy through the doorway and his eyes flick immediately to my husband sitting in a chair facing the bed. Ian has a smile on his face and I relax a little. Okay, this is good.
Troy grips my ass hard with one hand and laughs as he mutters, “Your husband’s ready to watch. Is that what you want, my little slut? For him to watch me claim your hot cunt?”
I was expecting Troy to ignore my husband and strip me quickly, but apparently he enjoys having an audience. That works for me. “Yes, I want him to watch you use me.”
Troy stands behind me as he shoves my dress up to my waist and peels my panties down. The cool air contrasts with my heated skin. “Spread your legs, slut,” he demands, and I step out of my panties and immediately obey.
I’m trembling with desire as he slides his hand between my legs from behind, roughly cupping my pussy. When he pushes a finger into me, he chuckles, “She’s dripping for me.”
His lips press against the sensitive skin below my ear and he teases me with a whisper, “Naughty, slutty girl.”
His fingers trace up and down my slit, collecting the slickness and spreading it around my clit in circles. Oh fuck, his hands feel so good.
I spread my legs slightly wider to allow for better access. “Yes, I am a dirty girl,” I murmur huskily, rocking back into his palm as he strokes my clit harder. My pulse quickens. Mmm, his skillful touch feels wonderful, but I want his big cock inside me — or what I’m assuming is a big cock. God, I hope it’s massive.
When he pulls the spaghetti straps of my dress down and exposes my bare breasts, Ian groans out loud. Oh thank god, my husband seems to enjoy this. Troy tugs at my nipple, and the intense pressure makes me cry out in pleasure.
He picks up speed on my clit, and my legs quiver as I try to stay standing. I moan loudly as he presses on my clit. Everything about Troy excites me, from the way his fingers tease me to the rough way he handles my tits. I can hear his ragged breathing intensifying my desire.
My eyes lock with my husband’s and I can see the glazed look of lust that tells me he’s incredibly turned on. I’m still wearing my fuck-me heels and my dress is bunched up to my waist, the top low enough that my breasts are hanging out. I can only imagine how much of a wanton slut I look to Ian as Troy stands behind me and finger fucks me.
Oh shit, I’m going to come. The sensations of my clit swelling with bliss, his fingers dipping into my pussy and pulling my nipple, create an overload of stimulation. I whimper when I can’t take any more, and he bites my earlobe gently before growling out loud so my husband can hear. “Are you going to come in front of your husband like a good slut? I want him to see you come all over my hand.”
All the dirty talk is too much for me, and my muscles tense as I moan, “Oh, god. I’m commming… fuck… yes…” A shudder races through me as my release overtakes my body. I sag against him, letting the pleasure flow through me. My pussy quivers in the aftershocks as he keeps up the pressure on my clit with his fingers.
My clit is ultra-sensitive, and I mewl out at the pleasurable pain. He stops playing with my clit and pulls his hand away, but gives my ass a sharp slap that surprises me. I yelp, “Ouch.”
I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg and the sharp sting on my ass cheek feels delicious. Fuck, I’m still turned on and desperate for him to fuck me.
He takes a step back, and his voice is demanding. “Get on the bed. Ass in the air so I can fuck you.”
My legs shake as I climb onto the mattress, positioning myself so Ian can get a side view of what’s about to happen. It takes a moment before I’m settled, but when I am, I wiggle my hips, hoping it will make Troy fuck me sooner. I hear his belt buckle being undone and his zipper being pulled down. My whole body trembles in anticipation as I reach down and rub my swollen clit. I’ve never felt so desirable as I do right now.
A loud smack on my ass makes me jerk, and it feels like the hit resonates through the room. I bite my lip, and a loud moan escapes me. Ohhh… this hurts.
His voice sounds almost gleeful. “Stay still and don’t touch yourself. I didn’t say you can rub your clit.”
Oooh, fuck. I stop moving my hand and rest my forehead against the comforter, waiting for him to fuck me. His hand brushes over my backside, and I twitch at his touch. He grabs hold of my hip firmly as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I push back without thinking, eager to feel him inside me. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to move, but I don’t care that it might piss him off. I want his gigantic cock deep inside me right now.
He grasps my hips harder and plunges forward until he is fully buried in my wetness. Oh god, it’s even bigger than I expected.
“Fuuuuck!” I cry out at the mix of pleasure and pain. My pussy stretches to accommodate him, and he digs his fingertips into my hips as he pumps into me mercilessly.
The sensation of his cock massaging every nerve ending overwhelms me, and I bury my face in the quilt to stifle a scream. This feels amazing, and it’s clear Troy’s enjoying it, too.
My pussy throbs as the euphoria builds in layers, and I rock back into him. His cock is so big and pulses when he swells. He leans forward, pushing into me with short, quick thrusts, and growls in my ear, “Baby, your pussy feels amazing. I can’t get enough. I want to come deep inside you.”
Ohhh, I don’t want him to pull out. I want his cum inside me. My orgasm rushes towards me and my pussy spasms. My walls tighten and he groans, “Fuck… fuck… you feel incredible, baby girl.”
This is crazy hot. I feel used and desired, and it makes me feel so deliciously slutty right. I can’t wait to come all over his cock. Lifing my head, I glance over at Ian — his hand is frantically working on his own cock while he watches the live show. His face is flushed, and it’s obvious he’s about to bust.
Troy pumps faster, sending me hurtling toward my climax, and I close my eyes, welcoming the bliss. My body’s on fire as he thrusts into me and rocks his hips, pleasure intensifying in waves and my pussy pulsing as the pressure builds to unbearable levels. I’m so close, but it’s just out of reach.
My walls clench around Troy’s thick cock, and I moan in ecstasy as I grind back against him. I’m hanging on the edge of the precipice as bliss floods through me. Fuck, I need his cum, and I’m going to do whatever I can to get it. I push my ass back frantically, forcing him in deeper with each thrust. When the intensity peaks and my climax takes over. I shout in joy. “Oh god… yessss!”
I’m shaking in rapture when he buries himself deep and groans as his cock expands inside me a second before he explodes. He jerks against me, unloading every last drop. His warm cum bathes my insides and I slump onto the bed while my head spins from pleasure. He follows me down before pulling out and collapsing onto his back. His fingers trail lazily over my back as he murmurs, “Wow. You’re unbelievable.”
I roll onto my side, facing Ian and smile when I realise he just came all over his belly and is slumped back in his chair. He’s sexy in his post-orgasmic bliss, and my heart soars with delight. Thank god he enjoyed this. Ian opens his eyes and smiles at me. I mouth “I love you,” to him and he mouths the same back.
Troy groans as he sits up, and all traces of the harsh man are gone. His eyes sparkle and a grin spreads across his face. “That was great. Did I do what you wanted? If you guys ever want to do this again, I’m game. Just call me.”
Ian laughs, “That was perfect. What did you think?”
He turns to me, and I giggle and nod. Was that all Troy just acting? Somehow I doubt it. He was too into his role, but either way, I love my husband even more for setting this up. I don’t know if I want to fuck Troy again though, since there’s so many other men to fuck and so little time.
Mmm, so many men. Oh yeah, I’m having fun being a hotwife and I don’t want to stop now that I’ve realized how amazing this is. I blow my husband a kiss as a love for him spreads through me.
I hope my husband enjoys having an insatiable slut for a wife. He asked for it, and now he’s got it.
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