March 14, 2023My playlist has reached the end, and I’m not even halfway through the route. The whole city is in chaos. A few hours ago I would not have imagined that I would spend this Thursday afternoon stuck in Bucharest traffic. But a call received at lunch changed my plans and, of course, my good mood.
I’m barely ahead of Kiseleff and realize how rushed we’ve all become. We run daily among tasks and any drive in the city, especially at rush hour, has become excruciating.
The last traffic light and the last half hour. Maybe I should take this time to myself and reflect on all the well-being we came back with from our last vacation, but lost so quickly in the hustle and bustle of the city. I intend to even banish the disappointment that tonight, instead of partying together, we will be hosting Alex’s cousin, who will be arriving at the airport soon.
I look at my watch and realize that I will make it just before the plane lands, and this reassures me. So this is a good time to call my husband:
– Hey! Are you done with the meeting?
– Ela, I’m glad you called me! Meeting? Aaah… yes, just a few minutes ago.
– Honey, are you ok?
– Sure. I start to cook something easy. By the time you get home, everything will be ready.
– Hmm, that sounds good!
– By the way, Ela, thank you for your help! If he had notified me ahead of time, I would have gone to the airport myself.
– It’s okay, you know I’d do anything for you.
– My wonderful wife!
– How long did you say your cousin would stay with us?
– Just one night, baby. He will be leaving for a class tomorrow morning.
– I arrived at the airport, I have to close. See you at home.
– Do not forget that I love you!
I hang up and smile with his words on my lips, “I love you too!” I glance back at the package waiting on the back seat – it’s my present for him – a red lace bodysuit that I was planning to wear tonight. But I will wait for the weekend to surprize him. With this image in mind, I get out of the car and dreamily set off towards Arrivals. I pass by dozens of travelers and try to imagine what emotions each carries in their soul, where they are running or to whom.
Without realizing it, someone takes my hand and kisses it elegantly.
– I kiss your hand, Ela! Did I scared you?
– Robert?! Hi!
I’m stuck. My whole body freezes with emotion and I can’t find the words. And he feels it. He grasps both of my hands and looks at me disturbingly intensely.
– I am glad to see you again! You are still beautiful!
My heart is pounding so hard, in a deafening rhythm, that I can barely hear everything he is saying to me. I didn’t expect to meet R. right here, at such an inappropriate moment, among so many unfamiliar faces, who suddenly seem to stare at me, as if they understand my emotion.
– Excuse me, Robert! I’m in a hurry.
I don’t know how I managed to articulate these words, but I think the feeling of panic has now replaced that of amazement. My husband’s cousin is about to make an appearance and the last thing I’d want right now is for him to find me in the company of R. So I withdraw my hands and hide them in the deep pockets of my coat.
– Ela, who are you waiting for?
He persistently tries to find my gaze, luring me in with his warm voice. The way he pronounces my name has an erotic charge that overwhelms me. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other and I realize how much I’ve missed him. I can hardly find an answer to his question.
– An acquaintance… he comes from Cluj… he landed.
He smiles widely and leans closer to my ear, pressing his warm cheek against mine.
– Do you really think it’s a coincidence that we met here? What if I told you that you came to the airport tonight for me?
And as he finishes speaking the last question, he gently kisses my earlobe in an attempt to calm my emotions. If a few minutes ago I felt cold shivers all over my body, now I am suffocated by waves of heat. I’m dripping wet and he knows it.
– I’ve always wanted to kiss you in public, and this moment is extremely appropriate.
And without waiting for my approval, he embraces me tightly around the waist and kisses me with all the passion of a man in love. Right there, in the middle of the airport, among so many travelers, ignoring the fear of being recognized by someone. Or maybe it’s this feeling that turns us both on so much that we prolong the moment until our hearts stop beating.
– I suppose my husband knows about this… coincidence.
– It was his idea. I just told him that I was passing through Bucharest, and he invited me to your place. I understand that our plan took you by surprise, so we’ve both decided to let you choose. If you’re not comfortable with his proposal, I can go to a hotel tonight.
Only at this moment do I really realize that R. is the person I was supposed to pick up from the airport and bring to the intimacy of my house. In my mind, the changes of plans in the last hundred meters, the discussions with Alex and his attitude from yesterday and today begin to make sense. I felt him more excited than usual, but nothing made me think of what was to come. And now I am faced with a not easy decision, which breaks the boundaries drawn by us since the beginning. We always organized the threesomes in a neutral setting, comfortable for each of us. Even with R. we have so many beautiful and intense memories, in different locations. Never at any of our houses.
– I think it would be better to stay at the hotel. Come on, it’s on my way. If the traffic has calmed down…, we arrive in 30 minutes.
From now on, I avoid looking him in the eyes, for fear that I will give in to the emotions of seeing each other. I think about Alex and his proposal and try to find a trace of anger inside me, but I realize that I feel nothing but delight. I am delighted by his audacity, … theirs, … the plan they have outlined together, without me realizing it. But I’m afraid of crossing the line of privacy. To penetrate our universe as a couple, as a family and to discover details that until now I kept only for me and Alex – these are thoughts that I haven’t had time to get used to.
Arriving in the parking lot, R. stops me right next to the car and grabs my arm with the intention of kissing me again. He reaches his other hand down toward his thighs, looking for an access point. My tongue goes deep between his lips in a passionate kiss, sensing what he intends to do. We lean against the car door and he undoes the last button on my coat, then gently lifts my skirt to feel the heat between my legs. The moment he touches the wetness of my panties, R. goes wild with pleasure and smothers me with his kiss, and I begin to let out long moans, not caring that I might be heard. We are hypnotized by emotions. His fingers slip past the wet lace and plunge deep into my warm vagina, emptying my body of new thrills. All around us the seconds melt with our muffled moans.
In all this sex play, I still manage to feel the brief vibration of my phone in my pocket. And as we both sense that Alex is the sender of the message, we smile curiously and read: “Dinner is ready. I’m waiting for you?”
– I think it’s time to go… to the hotel. I am sorry!
– Okay, Ela. I don’t want you to feel any pressure from me or Alex. I admit that I miss you like crazy and I would like to take every second to kiss and taste you, but I respect your decision.
We both get into the car, giddy with emotions, but upset by my refusal. I start the car and as I leave the airport parking lot, I begin to realize that the man with whom I experienced the most intense erotic moments is right next to me. Patient, charming, romantic. The red lights in front of me force me to walk slowly down the main avenue and give me time to project my image of tomorrow morning, naked, in my bed, between the men I adore the most.
We manage to get past the Arc, but we’re moving forward with difficulty in traffic. Still silent, we just glance at each other and smile. I feel my cheeks burning, like after our last meeting in the mountains, when Alex asked him to slap my face in a subtle game of submission. Another traffic light, another intense stare that makes me throw my head back and give voice to every shiver. He stretches his fingers to my parted lips and makes me think we both remember the feel of the wet cock we sucked together last time.
I take his wrist and guide it down to my thighs. I want him closer, more intimate, intense, so I spread my legs and pull aside the lace, revealing hot lips very close to his fingers. Our eyes meet again and I sense him confused. In a split second he looks at the surrounding cars and scans the residential area where we stopped. He realizes that I didn’t resist the temptation and drove non-stop all the way home. He presses my lips hard to moisten his fingers, then places them on my lips.
I begin to gather courage and ignore any trace of fear. I make the decision to let R discover another side of me, much more personal, at our house.
– Alex is waiting for us with dinner. You are our guest.
Before getting out of the car, I go back to the back seat to retrieve my package. Tonight I will wear red. [...]
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March 3, 2021I rest my palms on the narrow window sill. I climb to the top so I can see the whole street that stretches under the shadow of the buildings. It’s starting to fade. Its lanterns go out one by one as the black of the sky takes on a blue outline. The night begins to dissipate, leaving room for our realities that have nothing in common… Apart from remembering the hours we spent together.
You admire me from the corner of the room, where you retired for a few minutes. I can feel your gaze drawing infinity on my bare back and I turn my head to meet it. Through the cigarette smoke I can give you a subtle smile.You like the silence between us and you prolong it, continuing to look at me.
I walk away from the window, so as not to disturb the smooth outline of my body in the semi-darkness. And the closer I get to you, the less often you smoke the cigarette, leaving it to burn on its own.
– We’ll say goodbye soon, R. But until then, I want to watch the sunrise together. Come with me to the balcony!
I quickly cover my body with a robe and take your hand. You open the balcony door and go out into the dark. The coolness with which it receives us in the morning excites our senses. It’s sweet and pleasant. And the silence around us allows us to hear our breath.
– Hold me! And look me in the eyes! I was yours and I was happy. Remember this.
You release me from the grip of your arms to wrap my cheeks in your palms. I feel your desire to kiss me in the light of the sunrise that clings timidly to the balcony. But my mouth doesn’t want your lips. Not now. The thrills that control my senses make me slip, lower and lower…, until I get on my knees. I lean on your thighs for balance.
You didn’t expected this. And the surprise is given to you by the long and serious expiration.I look at you for a few seconds, because I like the way you look at me from above – tender, curious, impatient. Your face tells me so much about how you feel right now, but at the same time, it doesn’t tell me anything about you. And it’s better that way…
– I thought a lot last night about what I could give you before I left. And I remembered that you like the fresh spring sunrise… Breathe this one, baby, with me…, here…, on the top floor.
Then I hide my head under your robe and start kissing the inside of your thighs. Your body is shivering and I love your reaction as my lips touch your balls. I start licking them, slowly, repeatedly, alternating from one to another.
I feel your cock on my cheek, rubbing in the same rhythm with me, waiting for it to receive the pampering of my lips. I postpone the moment as long as I can because I like your body trembling. I let your cock touch my whole face, like in a recognition game, while I continue to caress your balls with wet and warm kisses.
I can feel your hands coming down and caressing the top of my head, urging me not to stop. This madness of feelings is accentuated by the gentle spring breeze that coils on our bodies.
You expose my cheek under the first rays of the sun, and my neck and my right shoulder… to accentuate their beauty, and I put my head to one side.Then you start rubbing your cock with slow movements, seductively revealing, near my lips, the pink and wet head.
– Come on, moisten my lips with your liquid before you give it to my mouth! I want to suck you, R., in this beautiful sunrise…, here…, outside…, where it’s just us… and the whole world.
I hear my name over and over again, in lower and lower tones. Your erotic voice turns my short, fragile name into a strong vibration, released from the grip of the room we spent the night in.
I decide to intensify the moment and take your cock in my mouth, with the lust and naturalness of a long-awaited hug. I try to memorize every intimate sensation…, to enjoy your taste…, to be a part of me.
I rub my lips to your cock more and more intensely, in your rhythm, in your undulation… while I hug your whole pelvis. You grab my hands and place my palms captively over your ass. Your last ripples excite me so much that I feel my own moisture dripping down my pussy lips.
Your warm cum floods my mouth, sliding gently on my lower lip. I only swallow a part, because I don’t want to take the pleasure of tasting yourself from my lips. I get to my feet and kiss you softly, full of cum. You take my chin in your palm and start to pick up with the tip of your tongue every drop left on my face.
Meanwhile, the sun came over us… warm…, lustful…, romantic [...]
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February 18, 2021If you’ve already read the beginning of the story about how I became a hotwife, I want to tell you now about the moment when I accepted the first meeting with another man. As I revealed to you here, it all started with a fantasy of my husband, long before we got married. The vehement refusal on my part lasted several years. Although there have been attempts to bring the fantasy back into question, my husband has shown a great deal of patience.
But shortly after we got married, I began to look at his proposal with different eyes. Looking back, I can’t tell you exactly whether the security of the new status of “my husband’s lady” was to blame, or I just got used to the idea of a another man in my bed.
The minimum condition to become a hotwife is to be the wife of a man very much in love with you.
That I love Alex – I know for a long time, that he loves me – I know from the beginning, but being married has brought us long-term stability. We are not used to project irresponsible erotic entertainment, because we care about the couple’s evolution, its development. We are attentive to the other’s needs and we manage to satisfy them, but within our own comfort.
Drop by drop
This is Alex’s technique with which he has often been successful. The tactful approach, both in moments of excitement and in everyday moments (at coffee or in the car) contributed to the “implantation” of the idea in my mind. Drop by drop. We recently saw the movie Inception again and we had fun together when we realized that this is how I became a hotwife.
Lots of chemistry. From the first moment.
I started this series of confessions, assuming that I will share with you details behind our story. I’m a beautiful woman. And very much loved by my husband. He knows me so well that I am impressed by his attention to detail when making the selection of men he would like to share me with.
And his first (real) proposal was successful. The man he introduced me to, the one with whom we experienced this lifestyle for the first time, was to my taste. There was chemistry between us from the first moment. Half an hour after I met, I spread my legs for him, right in front of my husband who admired us fascinated from a corner of the room. Beyond the tense moments, I liked to find myself in the arms of another man. While Alex confused me with his happiness.
Challenge: what are the steps from wife to hotwife?
In the end, I ask you to express your opinion: what do you think is the motivation of a wife to become a hotwife?I can’t wait to read your answer in the comments.In the meantime, I’m starting to write new confessions.
(This passage is part of a series of confessions.) [...]
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February 15, 2021I received an exciting message from @Karmacoma, which I reproduce in full below and which I appreciated as a challenge to continue this story .
He ties me tightly then hugs me in his strong arms as we go down together, hugged, on the bed. He whispers in my ear, ” Do you trust me?” . It’s the same question I heard before every adventure. It never disappointed me, it never hurt me. I answered as usual “Yes”, maybe more now extinguished because I feel the emotion before a great pleasure. He takes my hand in his hands and I feel my wrists, one by one, immobilized by the headboard. I lie face up with my hands up. I feel exposed, vulnerable. The slippery, short, satin dress doesn’t give me protection. My breasts are escaping my generous cleavage. One corner of the dress rose, leaving one thigh exposed. I feel restless or maybe just impatient, I can’t really tell. I want to regain some control and close my thighs, hiding that place that begins to emanate a lazy heat throughout my body.I don’t say anything, Alex doesn’t say anything. It’s quiet. I am a little intrigued and become impatient, eager to start something, to receive what Alex always tells me I deserve, the treat and pleasure that beautiful women must receive. I’m getting ready to say something, but I hear Alex leaving the room. Then the front door creaks. Murmurs of voices reach my ears. I don’t know how many people are there. I feel a little scared, I hope Alex doesn’t surprise me with something that I’m not ready for. I’m trying to make out the voices. There are only two, one is Alex, the other sounds familiar to me… yes, he’s my first lover, R. Suddenly I feel safe. They are the men I love and who go to the heights of pleasure.My heart starts beating fast, now I want their hugs and kisses, I want their bodies close, to feel their hard penises in my hand, to smile at them, like a teenager in love, who says with a stupid face, that she is ready to surrender in their arms, to their insatiable manhood. But I can not. I’m tied up. I call the name of my first lover. He does not answer me. He doesn’t come to me to kiss me, to walk his hand discreetly, as usual, between my thighs, as if he wants to check if my pussy, his, Alex’s, is still there. I hear them walking around the room. I whisper. I hear chairs crawling on the floor. I don’t know what I’m doing. I open my thighs slightly to seduce them with my wet crack, as always. Maybe one of my lovers will give in and come like a bee to the honey pot. Then I would trap him in my thighs and hold him there until he would give me what I wanted, a touch, anything, that would put out the fire of my clitoris.One of the boys approaches and lifts my dress above my waist, then opens my thighs wide and releases my breasts from the cleavage. He returns to his chair. I can’t believe this, it is not what I expected to happen. I feel a little betrayed. My boys do not come to take their prize, they do not rush to serve my royal pleasure. I feel like I have to pull out the heavy weapons of seduction. With my legs apart and my pussy exposed, half-open, I begin to lasciviously wave my hips as if trying to hypnotize them with a magic clock, a clock that counts the seconds until they rush with their tongues between my swollen lips and red with desire. I double the magic with a slow, long moan, like the meow of a cat in heat.I hear them talking.“Do you like what you see?” Alex asks.“I think she is ready. See, the honey has started dripping from her vagina to her ass “ , answers R.” What would you like to do now? Alex asks again.“I want her like crazy, I would go in and push like a selfish person until I let go. I would ejaculate in an instant. “And Alex answers “I can see from your boxer shorts that you like Ela very much. Will you allow me a second? ”Immediately R. sighed a long “m”. I usually like R’s sigh, but not now. I become selfish when I’m aroused and I find it unfair to be left to wait. I give up any seductive plan and ask him like a spoiled child, while I continue to wave my pelvis.“Guys, please, I need you! Don’t start without me. Get closer. I need you. ”One of the boys approaches me and whispers in my ear. It’s Alex. “Patience baby, you’ll get all the love you deserve, just need to have a little more patience” and he starts kissing my throat as he strokes my left thigh. I immediately feel the second mouth on my right side kissing my cheek and kissing my neck. R. runs his hand over my right thigh. Then they both begin to descend to my breasts. I feel them caressed and massaged by four hands, and my nipples sucked by two mouths. I feel cramped, taken up with an insatiable masculine momentum and I like it. I feel the animal hunger in their kisses, I am their queen again, I am in control.
My sequel follows. I’m waiting for you to tell me in the comments what you think.
“Tell me, baby, do you like my surprise?” Alex whispers in my ear.
But just then R. descends with his tongue near my breast, lower and lower on the hip line, only to then look forward to the inside of my right thigh. Blindfolded, all I have to do is focus on the stimuli that my skin receives in abundance. Between the two men my body waves involuntarily, accompanying jerky and prolonged moans.
The scene becomes tempting for Alex who can’t help but kiss me lustfully. Since my hands are still tied to the headboard, I can’t move too much, so I let him dominate the kiss. As his tongue penetrates deeper and deeper, I immediately feel the taste of cock and go crazy with pleasure. My suspicion becomes certain: my husband couldn’t help but taste R’s cock first.
He holds my chin in his palm for a few seconds, but only to have a starting point, because his fingers want to go down around my neck, looking for the perfect pressure that excites any woman. We kiss and moan together, just like in our fantasies, and this seduces R. who decides to join us. I feel him approach me, pull my hair aside and gently pinch my earlobe between his teeth. Then he whispers in an unmistakable voice, “I missed you, Ela!” .
Waves of emotion run through my mind and body just at the sound of his voice. I’d like to answer, but my lips are captive. Hot. Happy. Caught in an unreal challenge. The three of us kiss. We merge into an indecent game that reveals the closeness between us. A game of seduction and competition, which each of us has certainly imagined since the previous meeting, but which we have only now accepted. [...]
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February 10, 2021Fantasy and Reality
When two people are involved in a long-term, stable and comfortable relationship, any fantasy can be anchored in the couple’s life. Beyond the state of excitement and pleasure, we must recognize that fantasies open windows to their own desires. Which we either share or keep for personal satisfaction.
I hope you agree with me when I say that a relationship with moments of sincerity in intimacy is healthy for both partners. When each reveals more and more about himself, he or she gives the other the opportunity to know him or her better. And maybe to understand it.
Although I know many of my husband’s fantasies, I admit that I do not always understand him.
When we bring our fantasies into the real world, they simply become experiences. And other new fantasies are taking their place in our minds and on our lips. But when we turn sexual dreams into reality, we must not forget that each person has their own psychological barriers that, most of the time, do not overlap with those of the life partner.
For a long time my limit was the pattern of marriage. His limit was always beyond.
After the fantasy of posting intimate pictures on different platforms became a reality, my husband told me about a new desire – to really share me with someone else. That was the moment when I felt that I had reached the end, because I had reached my psychological limits. My need to belong was no longer satisfied. Because the new fantasy he brought to the couple put me in the position of no longer just being his.
So, at that point, my husband’s approach was cautious – he abandoned the subject for a while, moving the fantasy back into his mind.
This fantasy no longer exists, because in the meantime it has become a reality. But in retrospect, I realize that the two of us have managed to shape our own barriers and patiently push them higher and higher.
(This post is from a series of confessions about how I became a hotwife. If you want to read the first part, you can find it here.) [...]
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February 6, 2021Do you know that feeling of panic that comes when a wave takes you by surprise?
I do. I experienced a suffocating adrenaline rush that dilated my time until I managed to touch the fine sand on the seabed again with my toes. My whole center of balance turned into a deafening whirlwind of thoughts: “What happened?”, “When did the wave appear?”, “Where is the calm sea that surrounded me?”
If you recognize the feeling, then let me confess that I just described to you the mixture of feelings I had on the day when my then boyfriend (today, my husband) shared with me , for the first time, the fantasy of seeing myself in the arms of another man.
I felt confused in a sea of love that I no longer recognized.
I felt disappointed and scared and – most intensely – unappreciated.
I tried to find a breath of fresh air to get me out of the wave: to link my boyfriend’s unusual desire to a real landmark in our life…, a need for change…, an end…
I remembered that his jealousy had always been below detectable limits, which was admirable, of course, to this day. But the idea of sharing me with other men only instilled insecurity in me.
(This passage is part of a series of confessions.)
Although hotwifing is largely about a woman’s sexuality, studies show that, in an overwhelming proportion, this experience is triggered by the husband’s request. Although it may exist latently in the minds of married women (especially in relationships where intimacy has reached a plateau), they rarely demand sexual freedom to experience pleasures with other men, especially in the presence of their husbands.
In my case, the idea was inoculated by my husband, drop by drop, for years. Was it worth his patience? Was it worth my trust?
I know you will answer yes to the two questions. But if you want to know how I see this trip, I invite you to watch future posts. [...]
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