I am deprived with sex for long now because hubby needs to go out of town for work and I desperately needed him home. I explained further, saying that some guys at work had been flirting with me, and I needed him to be around to protect me. In my head, I was also thinking, "Touching myself isn’t enough anymore, and I’m scared I might do something I’ll regret."

He said, “Then fuck someone else for now.” I couldn’t believe what I’d heard and got mad at him, yelling, “What do you take me for? A whore?” But he doubled down, saying, “I’m serious. You need it.” He then introduced me to the concept of hotwifing.

At first, I was too angry to listen, but for some reason, my frustration slowly dissipated as he explained. He told me he’d been researching it for a while, acknowledging his shortcomings and suggesting it as a way to make things work. To my surprise, I found myself becoming curious.

Over the following weeks, we continued our usual conversations about life, work, and future plans. Occasionally, he would bring up hotwifing again, but I’d dismiss it. Then one night, I was feeling extremely aroused. I sent him some nudes, including one where I was on all fours, with my face down and my ass high up, my pussy visibly wet. His response shocked me: “Your big ass looks so good, babe. I’d love to see someone else take you from behind."

Instead of getting mad, I found myself playing along. I asked him, “Do you really want me to be fucked by someone else?” He replied, “Your sexy body shouldn’t go to waste.” For reasons I still don’t fully understand, his words turned me on even more.

My heart was pounding as I agreed. He was so shocked he cursed out loud, and we immediately started discussing boundaries and rules. One of the key rules was that everything had to be safe, and it had to be recorded for him to watch later.

Finding someone was challenging at first. I didn’t want to choose any of my coworkers who had been flirting with me since they were married. Eventually, we agreed on our personal handyman, a handyman we’d hired before. he was single, around my age, and taller than both me and my husband.

To set things in motion, I intentionally broke the faucet in our bathroom and asked him to come over and fix it. I made sure my schedule was free and sent my sibling, who lived with me, to visit our parents for the day. I also bought condoms in preparation. On the day of the plan, I showered, shaved, and put on light makeup. I wore only a white T-shirt, no underwear. While I don’t have a large chest, my hips and ass are, according to my husband and friends, quite prominent for my height.

When our handyman arrived, I invited him to have breakfast with me first. He seemed to appreciate it, saying he’d only had coffee before traveling. I noticed him glancing at me while we ate, which turned me on. He was wearing grey joggers, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the bulge in his pants.

After breakfast, he got to work in the bathroom, and I followed him in, pretending I wanted to watch so I could learn to fix it myself. In truth, I was trying to seduce him, even though I wasn’t sure how. We started talking, and the conversation naturally shifted to personal topics. At one point, I dared him to lift me, joking about my weight. To my surprise, he did, wrapping his arms around my waist and thighs. The tension in the air was electric.

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