Letter To My Hotwife

I know that you are a little younger, by at least a few years. And I know that you were spoiled growing up and a complete and total daddy's girl. I know that that means you are used to getting everything you want. I know that your parents raised you to think you are the most important, most special thing in the world. And I want you to know that I am here to finish what they started.

I know that the first time we encountered each other we were complete strangers and when I held the door open for you to walk into the mall, you were wearing short jean shorts and boots. You had on a sheer white blouse with a neon pink bra underneath and just enough of your breasts were showing to instantly make me hard. After you didn't even acknowledge me, let alone thank me, I knew that you expected the random guy in front of you to open the door for you and that is how you always lived your life.

When we literally bumped into each other getting coffee, mine spilled onto your shirt and while most people would have thought you overreacted by berating me in front of the rest of the customers, something inside me felt good. When I asked how I could make it up to you, you told me I needed to buy you a new shirt. We spend the next couple of hours walking around the mall together and I held your bags stood outside the waiting room while you tried on a dozen shirts. I ended up buying all of them for you.

When I gave you my number it wasn't because I asked you for yours and you had a better idea, it was because you told me to give it to you. I was happy to oblige you yet again.

You finally did call me, almost a month later. You told me you wanted to see me again and suggested dinner at a nice restaurant close to your parents house. You met me there and didn't ask me anything about myself, instead you talked about yourself a lot, and I didn't mind at all. When the sizable check came you didn't make a single motion toward it, or your purse. I asked you how you knew I would pay and you said that after I spend almost three hundred dollars on shirts for a stranger, you knew I had money. I asked if that was the only reamister you wanted to see me again and you said maybe. Then you kind of smiled, but not really.

We went on a few more dates after that and you finally asked me a little about myself and eventually you invited me to dinner at your parents' house. Your dad made dinner while you and your mom drank wine. You were only 19, but you looked natural. During dinner you and your mom talked about shopping and you talked about a cute guy you had recently gone on a few dates with. Your mom made some vague comments about a guy she worked with. I realized you had gone on the dates since you had started dating me and I didn't know what I felt. We weren't exclusive, but it didn't seem normal to me. For some reamister though, I wasn't upset.

When we all finished eating you and your mom immediately got up and went back to the living room and your dad got up and poured two more glasses of wine and took them to you. You didn't thank him. I don't even think you paused your conversation to look at him. I didn't know what to do but your dad started clearing the table and cleaning up and since you didn't say anything to me, I helped him.

We didn't talk much while we were cleaning, but he did refer to you as his princess a few times. He asked if we were a couple and I said I didn't really know. He gave me a knowing smile and said, "she's the most important thing in the world to me".

After we finished we joined you in the living room and we all made small talk while your dad started giving your mom a foot rub. They eventually went to bed and you took my hand and led me to your room. You told me to lay down on your bed and close my eyes while you changed and I did, but I peeked and you had your bare back to me and I caught a glimpse of the side of your breast and the whole picture was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

When you finished you were wearing a tight white tank top and small shorts with your cute ass cheeks hanging sticking out the bottom just enough for me to know I wanted nothing more than to get my hands on them. Instead you turned out the light and joined me on the bed. I didn't know what you wanted to happen, but I moved in for a kiss and you stopped me and told me to take your shorts off. I was shocked by how forward you were. We hadn't even kissed before and while it was pitch black in the room and I couldn't see you, my hands when right to your shorts and I had them off almost before you finished tell me to remove them. You guided my head to the spot right between your thighs and I savored that first kiss for as long as I could before I realized you wanted me to get to work. While I did, you took your shirt off and started playing with your breasts, but when I reached up to help you moved my hands away before I had the chance.

After twenty of the best minutes of my life, you shook and quaked and came as loudly as anyone I'd ever heard. I was worried you would wake your parents, but you didn't seem to care. I eagerly moved back up the bed and was anticipating "getting mine" but you hopped out of the bed and got dressed and turn the light back on and said "I'll probably give you a call tomorrow sometime".

I was confused, but I knew nothing else was going to happen, so I got my keys and said I was looking forward to it and left.

You did call me the next day and we went on a couple more dates and one of them ended in my apartment bedroom. This time, after I made you cum you told me to take my off my pants and you played with my cock for ten minutes like a curious dog with a toy they didn't want while you watched some TV show about weddings. I was sure I was going to blow after the first few strokes, but somehow you knew when to stop every time I got close. Suddenly, you got out of the bed and kissed my cheek and said "You're probably better at it than I am, so I'll leave you alone to finish".

And that was that.

You left and I jerked off to what I thought your breasts probably looked like. I still hadn't seen them.

We went on like that for almost a year. You would disappear for a week or two at a time once in a while and not answer your phone. When I would get a hold of you you would act like nothing out of the ordinary happened and we'd pick up where we left off. Me taking to you dinner, buy you clothes, driving you around, and making you cum. All without seeing you naked or having you finish me off. Finally, you asked me if I would marry you.

That was a shock. Not only was I not expecting it, I never thought you were the kind of girl to propose to a guy. You assured me it wasn't a proposal, you just wanted to know where I stood. For some reamister I didn't even have to think about it and I immediately said I did want to marry you.

What the hell was I thinking? You were never mean to me, but you weren't exactly sweet to me either. You weren't exactly selfish in bed, but you definitely weren't giving. And I had no idea if that would ever change, but I knew somehow that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with your daddy's princess. And you said "Well, then get a ring and ask me like a gentleman.

Then night we got married I finally did see my beautiful bride completely naked. We spend the entire night in the bed. You fucked me in ten different positions, gave the most amazing head, and swallowed the three loads I managed to work up. It was a side of you I had never, ever seen before and I didn't know what to make of it. You fell arelax naked in my arms while I ran my hands over every inch of the body I was so infatuated with.

The next morning, you made me breakfast in our hotel room's kitchenette and brought it to me in bed. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, and to be honest, it caught me so off guard that I was a little uncomfortable. I felt like I was supposed to be making you food and I giving you multiple orgasms, but here you were acting like Little Wife on the Prairie.

You sat by my side and looked at me in the eye and asked me "Did you enjoy last night?"

"Of course."

"I'm happy. But I want to know something."

"Yes?"

"How would you feel if that never happened again?"

There it was. The deviation to the mean. It was a shot to the heart that didn't ******* me like I thought it would.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want to know how you would feel if I told you I was never going to do that again."

You spent the next hour telling me how amazing your parents marriage was and you told me all about how a cuckold relationship worked. She never used the word and I wouldn't have recognized it if she had. You never said anything about being with other men. You just talked about not making me cum anymore while I made you cum anytime you wanted me to. You talked about me waiting on you hand and foot like I had during our entire pre-wedding relationship. But you pointed out that it would be more serious than that.

Something inside of me screamed "get the hell out" but it was overridden by my saying "I would do anything for you."

Since then you have led me on the most heartbreaking, heartwarming, inspiring, terrifying journey I could never have imagined.

I wanted to write you this letter to tell you a few things about how I feel about this journey:

It breaks my heart when you tell me you want me to drive you to the club to go dancing with your friends and casually mention the hot guys that are going to be there. But it makes me feel so good to see the smile on your face when I pick you up and drive you home.

I don't know how I felt the first time we got takes with one of my friends and you made a game out of seeing how uncomfortable you could make him in the hot tub by getting topless and sitting close to him and playing with his cock underwater. I also don't know how I felt when he got uncomfortable enough to call the night off because of "my feelings" even though I didn't outwardly express any sort of negativity.

It physically pains me when you don't let me see you naked and you tell me not to jerk off during a two week period while you tell me to give you head, usually twice a day. But for some reamister, I wish you would put me in a chastity belt and play around with extended enpowerd chastity.

I had a hurricane of feelings the morning you told me you got takes and fooled around with our best guy friend after I ****** the night before. When I asked you what that meant you said you sucked his dick. I asked if you swallowed and you said you did. You asked me if I was mad at you and I didn't know, but I didn't think so.

I enjoyed our long talk about giving a true cuckold lifestyle an earnest shot but it scared the hell out of me when you actually took me up on it.

The night we decided to have a threesome, I was definitely turned on seeing you suck his dick and basically ignore me (we agreed that we would keep our true reamisters for having a threesome a secret, so you did pay me the minimal amount of attention). And I'm sorry that when I left you two alone to do whatever you wanted, our friend got freaked out and ditched you and made you feel stupid.

I really do enjoy when you slap my balls and beat my cock and I wish you would do it more often but I do understand that you have submissive tendencies and sometimes you want to just be fucked like a whore. Maybe someday I'll grow the balls to let you know that I'm kind of turned on by the thought of you submitting to someone else; sort of a I submit to you, you submit to someone else and do things with them you'd never do with me.

When you get takes and verbally humiliate me about having a cock that's too small, too much fat on my stomach, or a bad tongue, I know it's not true because I actually have a pretty big cock, I'm in great shape, and I can make you cum in minutes with my tongue. But, I wish you would do it more often and when you're sober, because it turns me on anyway.

When I make jokes about seeing what it's like to have you pee on me or fuck me with a strap on or have you power me to suck a guy's dick for your amusement...I actually mean it.

You've gotten much less serious and much less strict with me than you were the first year we were together, and I wish you go back to your old ways.

When we go out in public and you flirt with other guys and show more skin than anyone, I'm a little humiliated, but mostly I'm proud.

The first time you gave me a ruined orgasm, I had no idea I wouldn't actually climax for six months, it was frustrating, but also a turn on because I thought you'd let me actually cum much sooner than you really did.

Even though you think chastity belts are "weird", it would probably help make me even better at being your lover than I already am.

When we go to your parents house to visit and you talk openly with your mom about not letting me cum and how many orgasms I give you each week, she gives me knowing glances once in a while and it's incredibly humiliating. But, I don't mind.

And when we walk around that same old mall or go out to dinner at the same nice restaurants we always used to and random people tell me that I'm a lucky guy, they have no idea how right they are.

There are definitely more things I want to put in this letter to you and I will do that as I think of them.

And maybe, someday I'll be man enough to show this to you.

I'll always love you.

That was beautiful.

Hotwife,

I very seriously fantasize about you being tied up and whipped and spanked and used as a sexy toy by a bunch of men and women, while I'm not even in the room. Then you come home and tell me about it while you tease me, but you still won't fuck me.

(I hope that other people will use this thread as a place to write letters to their Hotwives or cuckold husbands, kind of like a PostSecret venting area!)

Hotwife,

I'm constantly working on knowing when you want me to pleasure you and when you don't. Trust me when I say that I would lick you 24 hours a day if I could, but sometimes you don't want me to. This is confusing, but I'm trying to get better and knowing when you just leave you alone.

Hotwife,

I know it's been a while since you've had another guy's cock in any way. Life getting in the way is a pain in the ass and I'm sorry about that. I know that when you can't have any other cocks you settle for mine and that's clearly sub-optimal. I can see the boredom in your eyes when I fuck you and I know you wish you could get it somewhere else. I also know that me getting off more than once every couple weeks is making me a worse husband and I'm sorry about that.