My husband got me into hotwifing a few years ago, but it was always done with him watching, usually videotaping the event. Now, my husband was away for work, but I had needs that needed to be met.

I finally got the courage one day to try it on my own. I invited over a guy who I had played with a couple of times before, so I was already a bit comfortable with him.

I felt nervous and excited as I waited for him to arrive. My heart raced as I heard the doorbell ring, signaling his arrival. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and there he was.

I invited him in and we sat on the couch, chatting and drinking wine. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires. When he leaned in to kiss me, I couldn't resist. Our lips met, and the passion between us was electric.

We moved to the bedroom, and my heart was pounding as I undressed. He explored my body with his hands and mouth, leaving me gasping and writhing with pleasure.

I lay on the bed, my legs spread wide open, feeling the cool air against my hot, wet pussy. I was nervous, but also excited. I had never done this without husband before, and now without his lingering eyes on me, I felt free to be more open.
As he undressed, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was tall and muscular, with a thick cock that was already hard and ready for me. I wanted him, I needed him.
He climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his hard body against mine. When he took my nipples into his mouth, I thought I might lose it right then and there. It felt so good, so fucking good.
He moved lower, kissing and licking his way down my body. When he reached my pussy, I was already dripping with anticipation. I spread my legs wider, urging him on.
He licked my clit, once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth. I cried out, my hands gripping his hair, urging him to keep going. He licked and sucked and teased me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
And then I came, hard and fast, my body shaking with pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before. It was like every nerve in my body was on fire.
But he wasn't done yet. He climbed on top of me, pushing his cock into me slowly. I was so tight, so wet, and it felt amazing. He started moving, thrusting in and out of me with slow, deep strokes.
I met his thrusts, pushing my hips up to meet his. I wanted him to go deeper, harder, faster. And he did. He pounded into me, his cock filling me up completely.

We fucked for what felt like hours, trying every position imaginable. He was a master at making me orgasm, and I lost count of how many times I came. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unbearable. I was moaning and crying out, my nails digging into his back. And then he came, with a cry that echoed through the room. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me up.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting and gasping for breath. It was intense, it was raw, it was everything I had ever wanted.

That is how I embraced fully being a hotwife slut.