My Raunchy Hotwife Adventures

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Erica can't understand why her husband looks at erotic websites. Why does he ogle other naked women when he can look at her? He's particularly fascinated with hotwife movies, and he won't stop pushing until he can watch her having screaming-hot sex with a massive BBC bull! Will she give in to his perverse desire? Does she really have any choice?

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      Butterflies were beating their wings in my stomach. Peter wasn’t the only one excited; I was being given permission to flirt with another man, something I hadn’t done in years. Not only flirt, but do it in front of my husband, who would be getting more and more excited the longer I flirted. In the end, I’d get a beautiful dinner and a night at an exclusive hotel. I felt so excited it had to be wrong; I shouldn’t be excited about talking to another man, promising him sexual favors he’d never have. Yet, that’s what my husband wanted more than anything, and I knew how excited it made him, and what I’d get out of it, in the end.
      I giggled to myself, “in the end.” That’s where I’d get it, too. I started hoping that some impossibly beautiful businessman would try to pick me up while Peter watched. Maybe my husband would get so excited we wouldn’t even make it to the restaurant, he’d just take me right up to the room.
      I started preparing with a long, hot bath. I already knew what I was going to wear: a dress designed to excite my husband. On a whim, I also decided to shave myself. I’d already done my legs and, with the help of a pair of scissors, a small mirror, and a fresh blade, I removed all my pubic hair. I thought I’d look like a little girl but when I gazed in the mirror I saw that my pussy looked very much like a grown woman’s. Not only a grown woman, but a sexually aroused one.
      As I dried off, it became obvious how aroused I was. The whole of idea of flirting with some handsome businessman and then making love with my husband got to me. I was physically ready for Peter right then.
      I did something I hadn’t done since we married. Rooting around in my bottom drawer, I found my old trusty vibrator. It hadn’t been used in years and I was sure the batteries would be dead, but it sprang to life, and just the feel of those vibrations against my hand brought back memories of secret orgasms I’d enjoyed when I had no other outlet.
      After wiping it clean with a wet nap and quickly patting it dry, I ran the machine against my freshly shaven mound. The lack of hair increased my sensitivity in ways I hadn’t foreseen, and the vibrations felt wonderful as they touched my clitoris. I was hoping for some relief; I was hoping the vibrator would “take the edge off,” so to speak. It didn’t. I didn’t orgasm. All I did was excite myself even further, causing a throbbing sensation that would not go away. In fact, it didn’t go away for hours. All that time, I was acutely aware of my own genitals.


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