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Once t of the shower, she smiled to me...
Her
"lay down and let me crawl up in your arm...I have so much to tell you..."
This was the moment I had been waiting for...for days...but I had to ask her first...
Me
"Babe...what was that condom for...? We never used it before...I was thinking that maybe you got a little confused since Antonio surely used condoms...I mean, maybe you are too used to that now...I mean condoms...?"
Her
"Well babe...to tell you the truth...he never used...but, well...you know...I remember one day some months ago...you promised me to use condoms if I had a lover...it was sort of as you turned on to thinking of just that...me letting my lover empty himself in me...while you had to use condoms...and I remember I answered you that that must me right...and you came instantly...so I decided...well, you know....since this was part of your fantasy...why not...?"
Me
"That was only a dirty idea I had at the time...I never really meant it you know...it was...well, how to put it...a crazy fantasy..."
Her
"Isn't it all...this idea of me fucking others...a crazy fantasy...? Or so I though...until...well, Antonio...now I understand your fantasy much better...it's actually a very good idea...but I read somewhere that a fantasy is full...there is not small elements that doesn't make it up to a full fantasy...and the condom thing...well its a part of your dream...so to be a good hotwife...I will have to go through with it all...sorry if you feel different now...but I am in now for your fantasy...not parts of it...so as long as I have lovers...you will have to pull them on..."
OMG...what was happening here...what else had I been saying to her...had I disclosed my very inner thought about sucking cock too...Now I really hoped not...THAT...I am just not ready for...what else..???
Her
"Actually, I knew you were going to be horney when I came here...so I bought a whole box...make sure you always have the close when you want sex..."
I was sweating... and shivering...condoms...? who needed those...in my marital bed with my wife...that had to come t an end very soon...I was thinking that she was just teasing...of course...she is teasing...
Her
"And my love...I am not teasing...this is for real..."
Me
"Please babe...how can I live with that...?"
Her
"You just have to learn to I guess...but I will let you masturbate as much as you want...without condom" (Laughing loudly)...
I had to turn the conversation...this was going the wrong way...I said
Me
"So tell me about all the sex you two had there at the hotel...was it good...often...or maybe start by telling me when the first time he fucked you was...after that day on the nude beach...?"
Her
"My love...I went there on vacation...and you know we have talked about this for some years...and...well, it has altered my way of thinking too...I was there to get laid...don't think otherwise...so the first day I went to the bar...it was still early...I had only my small the bikini on....you know that little yellow that you can see through when the light falls in from the side...you always comments about that...you can see my nipples...yes..? Well, I was there hunting, so I took that one on...Antonio was sitting in the bar...and it took not more than say 3 minutes before he came over and asked if he could sit with me..."
Me interrupting
"...and you told him of course that you were married...?"
Her
"listen hubby...you want a hotwife or not" (giggled) "Just kidding...yes I did...so he asked me where you were...I told him that you had to work...that I was alone...he asked me if I was on my little 'hotwife vacation'...I remember I blushed and couldn't say a word...I only heard that word from you...I did not know other men would even know about it...after I pulled myself together, I whispered some kind of 'yes, I guess so' still blushing...he started to laugh...and said...'I love you hotwifes...hubby keep you with house and food, I keep you with the rest'...and continued laughing...so self confident..."
Me
"What a bastard...so blunt...yes..? How could you continue sitting there...? It must have been embarrassing...yes...?"
Her
"Well Hubby...after I had been thinking about it for a while...and we had a take in silence...I though...why not...I am there to hunt...and he is a great looking guy...so I though: why not..?"
Me
"You little slut...you fall for that crap...? I would have been much more a gentleman in that situation..."
Her
"I know babe...but than again...you are not the type to pick up hotwifes in beach bars, are you..? You should understand...this is a game...I am there to fuck other guys...and he wants to help me...so actually, the pick up line was perfect..."
Me
"You mean...he took you out of there...just like that..?"
Her
"He was gentleman enough to pay the bill...and to carry my bag to his room...and gentleman enough to let me go pee-pee before he fucked me...what more can a hotwife expect...? And I tell you, I was in heaven...when he lowered his jeans and revealed that cock...mmmm...I couldn't help myself...I had to take it in my mouth...I did...for some minutes...but he wanted otherwise...babe...I came once he entered me...and ever since...all the time..."
I came...all over my stomach...her hands...all over the place...
I felt arelax with her on my arm...
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I will write more about Antonio later...there is just this little story that I had to write first...about the rough development that life has sometimes...about turns that life takes...that sometimes turns out good...in some way..?
It's kind of long...but hope it will be interesting for some of you to read...as it was for me writing it...and the end is open...so if some of you would advise where to move further, you are welcome...
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The shopping slut – my wife handles it all in a difficult situation
I am a contractor. I was divorced some very few years ago. The divorce set me back millions. I came out of the fight a poor man, but still: I had my company and my business was not bad. At that time. I would surely survive. Sure. Being a contractor is only possible if one is a true optimist. And I am. Always been.
During the process of divorcing, I met another woman. I fell in love I guess. So we moved in together. And as soon as the papers were signed, I married again. With a stunningly beautiful and much younger woman. She was charmed by me, but also the way I spent my money – on us. On her. Keeping her happy was more important than building up some reserves in my company. I had it coming. But again, being a born optimist – well who can see into the future?
It hit me hard. The market for my services disappeared. Orders stopped coming in. Clients stopped to call. The bank didn’t. The cash wasn’t there anymore. I was in for the fight of my life.
I was a very happy man the day I stood there with her. Signing the papers. Making her my wife. My second. I am around fifty. She is 15 years younger. Long, slim, well kept body. Just beautiful. And very sexy. How happy can a middle-aged man be? Well, I was at least. And apparently, so was she.
Back some years. I married young. We more or less grew up together. We were married for close to 30 years. We developed an open marriage I guess you can call it. We were both young and sexy, and to find sex partners was no problem. And she developed a very high level of slutty ways. I guess we can say it like that. I had many partners as well, but after some years, sex between to two of us sort of developed a certain way. I loved to masturbate listening to her telling about her lovers. She found it sexy somehow. Since she had all the sex she need with her lovers, it did not matter to her. I was to occupied with her fucking and forgot to find women for myself...I ended up just masturbating, and it worried me. I decided to go to my doctor to discuss it all. .
“You are a cuckold” he told me. I did not know what is was, so I goggled it. Full of protest, I went back to him. “Cannot be” I told him. “I am big cocked and fuck around”. He looked at me and said “Well, at least you are a masochist, and I will maintain my position. A man that prefer masturbation to sex with his wife listening to her telling about her lovers, I would say ‘cuckold’…”
I had to think about it all. I was reading all these web pages, and well, there were parallels. Later, I found out that my doctor was banging my wife as well, so I had to find a new doctor. You see, it’s no easy to sit and try to be honest with a doctor while all you can think about is how he made my wife scream in orgasms. And my hard cock while sitting there. You know, sometimes a doctor has to examine things. And to examine my hard cock with a smirk on his face…I had a diagnose of being a cuckold, that’s true…but that was just too much.
Back to my new marriage. I told her. She wasn’t surprised. I was surprised that she wasn’t. “I am a big girl. I know things” was her responds to my disbelieve. And she started to tell me about her former lovers. It worked. I very soon was put under some kind of spell. She was in control.
It wasn’t like she did not like to have sex with me. At times, she provided the best sex I ever had. It was just like, well – she had a fetish too. I noticed very soon that her horniness was connected to me spending money. I did not care at the moment. She did not come from a rich family. I took it that she just liked a man more if he fulfilled some kind of dream she had from younghood. That she turned on having a man that could provide better than her man.
She had one side I liked very well. At least I liked it when I discovered it. She was a fantastic card player. She would win any game. Even if I thought her new card games, it took her just some rounds and she was unbeatable. And I noticed that she was an expert in hedging her bets. She always did. And it made her win. Every time.
Back to my situation. Well, as you may understand now, there was little money to spend on her, so there was little sex. I was still masturbating and she was still telling. And I was surprised some times. There were so many stories. Obviously, I had married a slut. I kind of liked that. There was one thing more I noticed. Apart from some few incidences in her early life, the men was always much older than her. And one side of her stories was apparent: the best sex stories were always connected to travelling, shopping, or fancy restaurants.
I had little money at this time, yes. But it was going to get worse. Much worse. I didn’t see the bankruptcy coming. It did. An early Monday morning. At a small court office down town. I was fucked. I called my bank to check the permisteral account. Just enough to cover the next month’s rent. And some small backup for food I guess. A month. That’s what I had. I mean, before we were going to be thrown out. On the street. What the fuck happened here. From the top of the world. To this?
I knew I had to tell my new wife. How would she take it? Would she leave me? Would I ask her to leave me? If I was to live as a poor failure for some time, wouldn’t she be better off without me? I went to the cash machine, and took out some of what was left. I found a bar which I would never had visited just some few weeks earlier. A dump. But cheap. And that’s what I needed just now. Cheap.
I came home takes and horney early in the morning. I asked her to repeat one story I had found very sexy. It was about a man she had met when she still lived with her ex. I guess it was a hot-wife story in a way. I guess that’s why it made me extra hot. She was tired and wanted to relax. So I asked her if I could ask her questions, and the only thing she had to do was to say “yes babe – that’s what happed”. She agreed. I started. Asking while touching myself.
“You were an unfaithful little slut to your boyfriend, weren’t you?” I started. “Yes babe, I was”. “You never use condoms with this lover, did you?” She turned around towards me. She put one finger on my nose and looked me into my eyes: “never babe.” I was about to come already. “Did you ever let your boyfriend fuck you…I mean while you still had your lovers cum inside?” She kissed me lightly on my lips and answered “always my love”.
There is this thing about us men. The set of thoughts right before an orgasm is one thing: no worries, full of sexy thoughts, nothing else matter then to feel the cum powering its way out. Life is great. Then after. Just a second after. The world with all its imperfections and worries is back. A man just hopes he will fall arelax fast. Before all worries are there again. She said “don’t worry my love. All will be ok. I am sure”. I didn’t really understand what she was talking about. I hadn’t told her anything. But it was still a good thing to say. She held me tight, and I felt arelax. *****, satisfied and safe. I slept many hours.
I woke up while she was preparing herself to go out. She just had showered, and was walking around naked. When she saw me awake she asked: “Why did you not tell me about the court yesterday? That you are bankrupt?” I did know what to say. Ho did she know? I didn’t have to ask. She continued: “I have contacts you know”.
She sat down on the bed and removed the sheets covering me. “I tell you something” she said. I was thinking how lucky I was having a wife that cared more for me and my urges than for the actual situation. I was thinking, well – she knew I was in a bad situation and just wanted me to relax once more with a new self-imposed orgasm while helping me getting my mind started, I was ready with my hand already touching my semi hard cock.
“Do you remember last week when I dressed in that fur and high heels? The fur I told you I had borrowed from my friend Ann? Or actually, I told you first, and before your orgasm that I had received it as a present from an old lover…you remember?”
“Yes babe. That was so sexy. And also the pearls. You laying there only dressed in that fur, the pearls and the high heels claiming an old lover had presented it as a gift. I remember I asked you if you had to fuck him for that, and you told me yes”. That’s when I came, wasn’t it?”
“Indeed it was babe – then I told you that I had borrowed it from Ann, didn’t I”.
Well, she did. And back to the thinking of a man right after an orgasm – I was happy she had told me. I am almost bankrupt and poor, but to have wife that accepts expensive gifts from old men, well – that was an idea I would not be able to live with. “Well, I guess Ann is a luck woman, yes? Having a husband that provides for her in such an expensive way. Gucci Heels, Russian fur, top class pearls – it must have cost a total of 10-15.000 US, yes?”
“More babe. Its really expensive. And I remember you told me with a laugh that we should tell Ann that we lost it, and then go sell it. To cash in. As the situation is now, maybe we should? I mean, it would cover the rent for some months, wouldn’t it?”
I was confused for a moment. My wife wasn’t that kind of woman. I mean, the kind that would cheat on her best friend. What was she talking about? Was she talking about borrowing money?
“I guess that was a joke babe. I mean, I may be desperate, but to cheat friends is not our way, is it?”
“Actually hubby, I have something to tell you. I met an old lover last week. I think I told you about this guy. Very rich and very generous. And very sexy. His name is Pete. I told you, yes?”
“Don’t tell me you started to fuck with him again my love? Please! In my situation just now, feeling like a lesser man, that would just be too much for me”
“Relax babe. Nothing like that at all. He is just an old friend. You know I love the bar in the Sherrington hotel? Well, being a supportive wife, I have started to go other places…sort of less expensive…you know…anyway, I was sitting in this bar and he came over saying “hi sexy…out slumming today”…I was in a really bad mood, and you know…I needed a shoulder to cry on…I told him everything…about what I knew at the time about…you know…our situation…about your failure…about not having money…nothing…so he invited me for some shopping the day after…it just that…I know it was wrong…but what should a girl do..?”
“Jesus babe…you are putting me to shame…telling your old lovers such things about me…how could you..?”
“I am sorry babe…it just that I need to talk…”
“I am really worried here now…and I know all about your fetish…it’s just that we never talked about it…you know…you always being so horney after some heavy shopping…admit it babe…shopping makes you horney…”
“Hubby..please don’t…It just that…I really like a man who knows how to treat a woman like a lady…providing better than my man could…better than you can..”
I know at that moment she said just that, she was full of regret. the thing about me I mean. She crumred in shame, and was not able to look me into my eyes…I felt terrible, and she knew…
“I am sorry…I didn’t mean to say that…about you…sorry…”
I was on the verge to start to cry. My manhood was hurt enough as it was. This was unbearable. I was defeated. Totally. Just there and then: I was not a man anymore.
“But you liked the idea of a lover buying me that fur…and the high heels…didn’t you..?”
“Baby…it’s a fantasy…nothing else…a fantasy…”
“How can you be so sure..? All I see every time we talk about tall this rich guys that used to fuck me after treating me as a lady…is you hard cock…your pre-cum dripping horney cock…and you prefer all this masturbation…instead of taking me shopping…making me want to have sex too…how do you know…really, that if I found a sponsor…that you wouldn’t like it…in our situation, it could be a win-win situation…I bring in money…and you stay horney…all the time…how do you know…really..that this is not the solution for us…just now…?”
I was still laying there naked in bed…my cock were still in her view…and he became my Judas. I really don’t know what happened, but I started to cry…while me little deceiving friend gave me all away…I was devastated.
“I will go to the pawn shop today…with the fur, the heels and the pearls. I should be able to cash in some 5000 US…it would keep us floating for some time”
I asked her not to panic, but my voice did not carry through. I sounded like the wimp I was just there and then…I knew she was right…she had to do that…the fridge was empty, and I had money for this month rent…that was it…
“So, we agree. I am sure that Pete will be very disappointed in me. He asked me to turn up tonight at the bar in the fur. What should I tell him? Please tell me Hubby…what?”
Through my tear filled eyes I saw a determined woman. She looked stronger than ever. I knew she was right, but being a proud man, I could never allow myself this…then I was thinking; “Proud…laying her poor and defeated…crying my tears out while my hard cock gave me all away”…the only thing I could think about just then was to get off…and fall arelax again…I told her…
“Close your eyes my love…think about all the sexy stories I told you lately...your fantasies the last years…about me and my lovers…my rich lovers…the good providers…think about it like its your most precious fantasy…yes? It has always been…yes? It feels good…yes? - Now you relax and touch yourself…the way you know how to do best…yes…just like that…mmmm…I like to see you so aroused babe…all that pre-come…oozing from your cock…so nice…you are close to come…yes?”
I was…so close…just a couple of more strokes and I would cum all over my stomach…
“In your fantasy, you always wanted a hot-wife that fucks other guys…yes… for shopping…for money ?”
“Oh babe, you are so sexy…you seem to know all about what turns me on…please babe…go to them…fuck them…”
She giggled and said…”well babe…now open you eyes..”
I did…
“Here she is…your living slutty sexy little hot-wife spreading her legs for some shopping…your own little whore…”
In that moment, I knew that this was not a fantasy anymore…How the life of a man can change in the split of a second…I came all over the place…
“I have to go…things to do, you know…money to make…shopping to do…go relax my love…”
I wake up some few hours later. Confused. I called her name. No one home. I checked my telephone. Four calls. Two from the bank, one from the tax authorities. One from a lawyer who probably was the one appointed by the court. Non calls from her.
I missed her really. I was thinking about the conversation we had before I felt arelax. My cock grew hard again, and I just had to get off again. Would she be back with a new dress? A new coat? Would it all have made her honey again? Would she pay off her friend the way they both craved…after shopping…my head was in a turmoil…and I felt great.
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Maybe the title of the story should be "the making of a sissy.."
Anyway...if anyone have a proposal to where this is going...please feel welcomed to propose...
A cuck to my GF - A bull to all other women
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