I’ve been struggling writing stories since Reddit limited the number of characters per post, but here it goes! My attempted at being more concise…

Several years ago I was chatting with a HOTWIFE friend when she said something I’d never heard before. “I have an objectification kink” she told me. It was like the world stopped. I’d never heard that before and I realized that was exactly how I felt as well.

I’d grown up an attractive guy that just had no game with women. I was the nice guy, the safe guy… and the guy girls all thought their friends should date, but they didn’t think of me that way themselves. Because of all this, I developed a slight kink. As I started to have more success with women, then shaved my head and started to have EVEN MORE, i realized I desired being seen a certain way.

I no longer wanted to just be the nice guy, or the good guy… in fact, in a way I didn’t want to be seen as a person at all. I wanted to be the body, the sex toy, or just the cock. I wanted to be objectified.

So when I started to meet Hotwives, my desire to be objectified (in a human and respectful way of course) was finally being scratched.

The pinnacle of this experience was a hotwife I’d met off Reddit. She was early in her journey and very open about the fact that she was having numerous experiences and had no desire to be anything resembling exclusive. In fact, on our first date she told me openly she had another date with another new guy the next night. I reassured her that I was fine with this as long as everyone was being safe. We ended up having amazing sex that night before she left my hotel to go back to her husband.

The following night was the night in question. She had her date with another man, and I was crawling into my hotel bed at 10pm when my phone lit up. It was her.

“Are you alone?” She asked.

“Yes” I replied. “Just crawling into bed. Aren’t you on a date?”

“He’s boring, and honestly, I can’t stop thinking about your cock.” She told me. “Can I come over?”

“Of course. How long until you get here?” I asked, already out of bed and turning on the shower.

“I’ll be there in 20min” she replied and I told her to text me when she was parking.

My cock was already hard. My ego was getting exactly what it craved from this woman. We’d had great conversation the night before, found each other interesting, and had great sex. But in this moment, she desired my cock. Simple and honest.

Let me be clear. Right or wrong, but my dick is a source of pride for me. It’s not one of these massive cocks you see on Reddit. But it’s a perfect size. Big but not huge, thick, and with a massive cock head. Every woman comments on my cock head.

I was out of the shower several minutes later, spraying on some cologne, and pulling on a pair of jeans when my phone lit up again.

“Parking” was all she’d said.

I pulled on a shirt and pair of shoes and took the elevator down to the lobby to greet this woman I’d just met 24hrs earlier.

She smiled as my elevator door opened and walked in with purpose. She greeted me with a kiss and a hand on my bulge as the door closed behind me. Her hand was working her way down my pants as we kissed, me taking her curly hair firmly in my fist.

“Is that the cock your couldn’t stop thinking about?” I purred in her ear as she wrapped her hand around my shaft.

The elevator bell rang, the doors opened, and she stepped back looking at me in way that said “you know what i need, right?” We both exited the elevator and made our way quickly down the hallway, my hand never leaving her ass.

Once inside the door I lifted my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shoes as she fumbled with my belt and fly. She dropped to her knees as my pants hit the floor, wrapping her hand around my shaft as she took the head in her mouth.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” I asked as I pulled her hair back into a pony as she worked my dick.

“Not exactly. But I need to make sure you are hard so you can give me what I was thinking about…”

“You want to get fucked, don’t you?” I teased.

With that she stood and removed her top as I lifted her skirt up over her hips. I walked her back to the bed and lay her back on it, spreading her legs as she did.

There was no foreplay. We were both too far along to worry about that. I simply pulled her panties to the side, grabbed my cock in my hand and pushed inside her wet, married pussy.

“Yeah….” Was all she could muster as I lifted her legs up over my shoulders.

There was an urgency to our fucking almost immediately. I knew she was easy to cum and she was giving all the signals she just wanted to to be taken. Her hands made their way to my hips, pulling me into her as the room was filled with the slapping sound of my hips against her ass.

She came quickly on my cock, and I knew what I wanted next. I pulled out, turned her over and pushed back inside her from behind. This woman had perfect sex hair. Long, curly, and begging to be pulled, which she told me the night before she loved.

“God your cock is perfect. Cum in my pussy” she cried as I pulled her back by her hair and shoulder into my thrusts.

“You want my cum?” I teased her.

“Yes. Please. Cum inside me!”

With that, i increased my tempo and force. She melted into the bed and let me take her. In that moment, her pussy was mine.

I started to moan as my cock swelled, then I momentarily froze as my orgasm began. I filled the room with a long, low grunt as I pushed my hard cock as deep as I could inside her, then continued to grunt as she felt the pulsing of my dick and the warm flood of my cum.

I collapsed forward onto her. And hour later she’d be back with the man she loved, but in that moment, with my cock still inside her, she was mine.