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My first adventure as a Hotwife

My name is Sydney. I am a nurse in Mesa, Arizona and have been married to Alan for five years now. I grew up in a sheltered community in Pennsylvania and while some people from my community labeled me a slut because I had a couple of experiences in my teen years, but most people in normal society would call me naive and inexperienced. Up until meeting Alan I had only been with five other men, and they were all lazy and boring lovers. I loved to read cheesy smut books to get off but never dreamed any of those scenarios would come true for me until I met Alan. Once we started dating, he immediately started stretching my horizons (and my pussy). While his experience made me want him it also made me worry if my lack of experience would bore him or if I would be enough for him. I tried to be open and willing to experiment to make sure I fulfilled his every need.

He was working on the couch and chatting with me when he suddenly closed the lid of his laptop and told me that he had just booked us a room at Wildhorse Pass, a local resort. Alan loves to surprise me with stuff like this so I didn’t think much of it but I was definitely excited to get away for a night. I went upstairs and packed a bag. As I was packing, he came up behind me, put his arms around me and cupped my breasts. He pulled me back into him, nibbled on my neck and growled into my ear not to bother packing too much as he was going be be fucking me most of the time. Sometimes he really turns me on, but when I’m trying to pack or do something else it really just annoys me. He knows this and relishes getting me worked up either way. He squeezed my tits and I grumbled in annoyance and tried to pull away so he just held me tighter. Even getting annoyed at him, I just can’t help but love him.

We drove over to the resort and checked in. We threw on our swimsuits and headed to the pool. We found a spot near the lazy river and settled into a couple lounge chairs. I ordered a few drinks and shortly after a few more plus some appetizers. After a bit we took a dip and floated around the lazy river. As we were floating Alan nuzzled up behind me and put his arm around my waist. He put his lips next to my ear and told me that he had made a reservation for a couples massage in our room at 6:00 pm and that we had better make it back to the room.

We both love massages, but I especially love them as I have a bad habit of cumming, even if the massage is strictly ther*peutic. I can’t help myself; I just relax to the point that it happens. I try hard not to make any noise or move but I’m always afraid that the masseuse can tell. Alan knows this and I think that’s why he loves to book couples massages for us.

I was getting ready in the bathroom when I heard the knock at the door. Alan answered it and I heard some discussion going on before I came out wrapped in my towel. There was only one massage therapist and Alan said that his therapist was ill and only I was going to get a massage. I told him to cancel it and we would go to the bar instead, but he insisted that I get my massage. He said that he would just work on his laptop while I got my 90-minute message. I begrudgingly said yes, and the masseuse set up a towel on the bed and instructed me to lay across the bed sideways. Alan sat in a chair to the side of the bed with his laptop but in a spot where he could see me clearly. I laid down and pulled the towel out from under me, so it was just dr*ped across my ass as I lay face down with my head toward Alan and my arms outstretched.

The masseuse was a tall, very fit black man in his late 20’s. I didn’t catch his name. He was wearing white athletic shorts and a white polo shirt which looked very good against his chocolate skin. I have always wondered what it would be like to be with a black man. Alan knew this as well as we had shared almost all our secrets.

He stood at my head between Alan and I and poured oil into his muscular hands. He used a lot of oil and began pushing his hands down my back with his thumbs digging and gliding along my spine from my shoulders down to the top of my ass. He then worked my shoulder blades and neck for at least 15 minutes before pouring more oil into his hands and moving to my feet. I could feel him get onto the bed and he put a knee between my calves and the other knee on the other side of my calf as he dug his thumbs deep into my calf and then picked my leg up slightly as his big hands made circles around my calf. He added more oil and did the same to the other leg as he adjusted his position. Somehow with each shift from side to side as he moved his knees my legs were spread just a little wider and the towel kept creeping up my thighs. I could feel the edge of the towel at the bottom of my cheeks and I laid there wondering just how exposed my pussy was. Could he see it? Was he looking? Just the thought made me hot. I opened my eyes and tried to sneak a look at Alan to see if he was watching this, worried how he would react. He was typing away, not paying attention to the massage at all so I just put my head back down and hoped I didn’t cum too hard as I knew it was bound to happen quickly.

His strong hands worked up my leg, squeezing my inner thigh, getting dangerously close to my moist pussy lips. I was sure he could see them now and was worried that my pussy was obviously wet and open. I was dying of fear that Alan would see how turned on I was and be hurt or angry, but I was simply paralyzed. I could not force myself to say or do anything. I was sure his hands would slide right up my leg to my very wet pussy, but they were suddenly on my ass cheeks. Each hand was kneading one of my ass cheeks like dough. At this point the towel was up around my lower back and my entire ass was exposed as his oiled hands spread my cheeks with each kneading stroke. I could feel them spread and knew he was looking directly at my open slit.

I was breathing hard and suddenly he stopped kneading my ass cheeks and moved to massage my left hand. He picked up my arm and massaged my hand with a stretching motion that felt amazing. Then I felt something in my hand. He had maneuvered my hand to a place where he laid his very hard, large penis into my palm. I didn’t even realize that he had taken it out! I instinctively squeezed it and then realized what was happening. I jerked my head up to look at Alan. He had put the laptop down and was sitting in the same chair with his swimsuit down at his ankles, stroking his beautiful hard cock. In his low, confident voice Alan told me “You are so sexy baby, I want to watch you be fucked hard, please do this for me.” I couldn’t help myself; I held onto the masseuse’s cock and came right then. It was amazing. My husband’s voice telling me that he wanted to see me get fucked was so incredibly hot I couldn’t help it. It’s a recent fantasy but something Alan and I have role-played for some time, and I have become addicted to the thought of being watched. I love it when Alan (or any former lover) gets hard for me, it makes me feel so sexy and hot. Having two men get hard for me is unbelievable.

As I was cumming I felt his hand start gliding up and down my soaking wet slit which just made the sensation even more intense. Just as I finished cumming I felt two fingers slip inside my tight little hole and start exploring. His two fingertips found my G-spot and started circling it. An intense build up of tingling and stress welled up inside me starting at my crotch and moving up to my head. I was so close to cumming again when he withdrew his fingers and reached one hand under my leg and flipped me over onto my back. My head was now hanging over the edge of the bed giving me a clear view of my husband, even though it was upside down. My husband was stroking his fat, hard cock and I could see the tip was wet from pre-cum. Knowing he was close was so fucking hot that it sent me over the edge, and I was cumming again. I could feel the tension in my body build suddenly and then the sensation of that release was otherworldly. I screamed out as I climaxed and looked in Alan’s eyes. I have never seen him so focused before. He squeezed his fat cock with each stroke and was panting heavily in his chair as he watched me shiver.

The masseuse shifted and got off the bed to then stand near my head, just off to the right side of me. Even though I already had it in my hand, this is the first time I got a look at his big black cock. Alan is big, he’s seven inches long and very thick as we have measured it before. The masseuse’s beast of a cock must have been at least two inches longer and almost as thick as Alan. I immediately wondered what it would feel like deep inside me, reaching places never hit before. I wanted to feel it so badly I ached but instead it was obvious what he wanted me to do as he put his hand on the back of my head and placed the tip of that monster at my lips. From this view I could still see Alan as he shifted in his seat to get a better view. Alan told me again that I looked so hot and sexy he could not believe it. He said that he was so lucky to have the perfect slutty wife. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick the underside of that big black dick head. I don’t know why but I almost expected it to taste different from a white dick. It was warm and I could taste a little pre-cum on the tip. I opened my mouth wider and slid my mouth down on it until I felt it hit the back of my throat. I could feel his heartbeat pulse in his veins. I could feel every ridge against my tongue. I wrapped a hand around the base, but I still could not get the rest of it into my mouth, it was just too long. He pulled it out of my mouth and then thrust back in and started slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel that he was getting close. I wanted him to cum all over my face, but my pussy wanted him more. I put my other hand on his chest and pushed him back and asked him to please fuck me. I really wanted to feel him inside me while I sucked my husband’s dick. It’s a fantasy that I barely admit to myself, but I was in an animal state. I had lost myself in the moment and was enjoying being a complete slut.

I was still on my back, and he moved in between my legs. He pushed my legs wide apart and started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down my hot, wet slit. After a few strokes the head popped inside me. He was not as thick as Alan but once he pushed it all the way in, oh my god… it was so deep. It was a sensation I have never felt before. He started slowly but built-up speed quickly and started fucking me hard. He picked up my legs into the air and was slamming into me. Alan stood up and ran his fingers through my hair while supporting my head. He pushed his fat pink cock head to my lips, and I took it in. I could not concentrate enough to do much but just opened my mouth as wide as possible to let him fuck my mouth.

So there I was with two big cocks inside me, one long black cock thrusting deep in my pussy and one fat white cock pulsing in my mouth. It’s difficult to describe the sounds. All I could do was moan with a mouthful of dick, but I must have cum at least three times more while this was going on and I let out a muffled scream each time. They were both breathing hard, and grunting stopped occasionally to tell me how good my pussy or mouth felt, how sexy and slutty I looked while being fucked. Alan was squeezing my breasts hard as he shoved his dick as far as he could without causing me to choke. The masseuse cried out that he was about to cum and pulled out his cock. By that point my tongue was out, and Alan was sliding his fat dick back and forth over my tongue while I groaned and whimpered. I felt the first spurt of warm cum on my stomach. That sight must have been the trigger for Alan as I felt his load shoot over my chin and cheek. I picked up my head just in time to see. They both continued cumming for a few seconds. I was in a trance watching spurts of warm thick cum splattering onto me from both of them at the same time.

I collapsed into the bed simultaneously exhausted, naked, used and fulfilled. The fact that my husband was so incredibly turned on watching me fuck someone else removed all my insecurities. Being ravished by them both at the same time made me feel more desired and sexual than I have ever felt before. I have never “lost” myself like that. While it was happening, I don’t recall having any thoughts at all, I was like an animal getting fucked by two other animals. After a few minutes Alan jumped into the shower leaving me with the masseuse on the bed. He rolled over and stroked my leg and began kissing and nibbling on my inner thigh. He buried his clean-shaven mouth onto my used and sore pussy and licked my exposed clit like a fat kid licking an ice cream cone. I pushed his head away as I simply couldn’t take any more. He told me that next time he wanted to eat me first and promised that I would love it. I hadn’t thought at all about a “next time” but now I had a sudden fear about how my husband felt about what had happened after the fact. Would he want to do this again? I was worried if I enjoyed it too much, did I hurt his feelings? The masseuse started to officially introduce himself and I stopped him, I told him that I preferred not to know his name as it felt even more taboo. He got the hint and dressed quickly, said goodbye and left before I joined Alan in the shower. He lovingly washed my body with his hands while kissing my lips, face and neck. He told me that he loved me and had never had such an amazing experience with anyone before. All my new fears washed away in the shower. We toweled off and returned to bed to lay down and cuddle. I swear it was only a few minutes before he was hard again (he must have taken something) and we made love. This time it was soft and loving.

For a moment I thought about how differently they felt inside me but mostly I just felt that I was loved and that I loved this man. Alan came inside me and then we lay there quietly touching each other for a while before we spoke of the night. I know that Alan had threesomes with an ex-girlfriend and other women before, but this was the first time we ever had someone in our bed before. He told me that he didn’t know exactly why it turned him on so much but that it was the most incredible sex he had ever had. He asked me if I enjoyed it and if I would be willing to do it for him again. We agreed on a few rules - never at home, never with someone that either of us would see during our day-to-day lives, we don’t tell any friends and that we would keep it to a couple of times a year. That way it would give us something to look back on and look forward to next time. I told him that I would be his slut for Father’s Day each year and for his birthday in December, that way he would really look forward to those days (and made picking out presents easier for me!). I’m pretty sure he is already planning his birthday!