Her Story:

I never knew what a Hotwife was. But when he told me about it and started introducing me to it, I saw how much he desired me. Being the pleaser I am , and hungering for that desire I saw dripping from him, I started to look more into it and see what it was, what it meant. We started to play with the idea, and it was fun toying with men online. None of them really interested me, probably because the bar is beyond anything so why even bother? Also, no men really seem to know what to do with a women. Not in this way. It’s a fetish, and the man has to be willing to be fetishized, which seems to be really likely.

I started craving the desire I saw in his eyes, and I became curious. I wanted to see if it would bring us closer, and I like to push the envelope, and I was open. I started seeing the attraction and realizing he really wanted it. We met someone online, and he seemed to know what to do. For me sex is a lot of different things, it is physical and emotional, and with him I have both. It feels like the the world is non existent when I am with him and we are fucking. He’s the world. I was intrigued with breaking that all up, like getting my physical one place, then emotional another and then combining back with him, which I found out is called reclamation. I also wanted to be shared in a way I could have all my holes filled.

The night it happened I just stopped thinking and went with it, trusting him as he had done all the legwork. I never knew how much I may be an exhibitionist. I never knew I liked being shared. I never knew how fucking incredible it would feel to kiss him while I was being fucked. The tall, dark and hung gentleman was great, he was a very respectful man, and he was respectful of us. This was our first time and he didn’t do anything that felt uncomfortable. It was so liberating to be able to be naked and just be used however they wanted. I loved being the center of the attention , as that is something I find abhorrent in every day life. I felt so comfortable and able to express my desires and sexuality too. I love being a woman, and I also love being a slut and being as sexual as I want to be. He supported me and made me feel loved and beautiful. He fed me chocolate as I was fucked. He kissed and held me. That desire that I crave dripping from him was all I saw and that was I need. When he asked him to leave we had the most amazing sex and I felt so close to him. I love that he knows I just want him. I love that he trusts what I say and when I say hes the one I want , he believes me. I love giving him all I have and being able to experiment with him. My fetish is giving and serving. Pleasing. I get my bucket filled by pleasing him. I love that it is never boring with us.

I am still figuring it out but it is honestly one of the best feelings to be desired that much. I loved them taking turns with me. It is really hot when they talk about me, either with or without me. I want to do it again.

His Story:

The hotwife desire was originally my idea. I can't exactly explain why I wanted to see her with another man but I did. You never know how the idea will go over but about a year ago I shared with her that I had the fantasy of sharing her. She has a very strong sexual appetite and was immediately aroused by the fantasy but didn't really believe this was an actual real life desire. We continued the conversation, shared fantasies and roleplayed. Over time I believe she came to understand that I actually wanted to live out this fantasy, and the idea grew on her too. Porn is an active part of our relationship (no surprise if you've seen her page) and gradually even her/our porn habits changed. We'd frequently share hot clips on PH or reddit and soon those clips were more MFM, DP and interracial. The idea of her being with a sexy, hung black man was a turn on for sure. For me the contrast in color and size was erotic. And since she's a pleaser, it soon became her preference as well. Before long, I bought her a 9inch black dildo and to my enjoyment, she loved it. About 6 months ago we started using reddit as a way to explore further and start chatting with a dark and hung gentlemen. It was a slow process (so many fakes and less desirables out there) but eventually we met someone who could be a fit. She chatted with him for a couple of months, exchanged pictures and videos and I even began a conversation with him online. There was a fit for sure. He had experience in the HW lifestyle and from my perspective was a respectful "pro." She struggled to believe that I wouldn't become jealous and her main fear was that I would find her less desirable as a result. After months and months the opportunity and stars aligned and we scheduled a date. It was imperative that I was a part of the process, for her and me. She wanted to be shared by both of us, rather than me being an observer. We ended up having an amazing MFM experience for three hours that night. I think both of us were blown away with how it actually drew us closer. And the fact that our new friend is more eager to meet up a second time is evidence that it was a fantastic experience for the 3 of us.