Hotwife or Cheatlife?

I'm in sales, so I travel a lot. I'm also the quintessential blonde bombshell, with the tits and ass to match. I've never had a problem grabbing a man's attention, although I've never really felt the need to. I've been (mostly) happily married for 24 years, and the sex has always been fantastic. It helps that my husband and I are both really open-minded, at least when it comes to fantasies. Reality, not so much, but I've never really had an issue with that.

He had recently discovered the hotwife fetish, and I'd been reluctant to say the least. I've cheated before, more than once, and so has he, but that was long ago. I haven't had much interest in other men of late, but he's been so insistent that the thought had found a permanent home in the back of my mind.

I'm not one to pick up random men in bars, no matter how bad my husband wants me to. I am, however, drawn to acquaintances and coworkers in high places, and that's how I met Brad, the CEO of the company I work for. Brad was, on the surface at least, wholesome to his core. He was a family man, full of integrity and Christian values. As far as I knew he most certainly was not the cheating type.

And he was hot. Holy fuck was he hot.

Our mostly-platonic relationship progressed quickly, and it wasn't long before I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. He invited me to his beach house for the weekend, and it was at that moment that I was faced with a choice: go, and tell my husband in advance, fulfilling all of his hotwife fantasies, or go, and keep it to myself. Either way I knew I was going. I finally chose the latter, partly because I wasn't sold on this hotwife fantasy and partly because I wanted to put him to the test.

I told my husband I was headed out for a few days for a work trip and that I'd call him when I arrived. A couple flights and an Uber later, I pulled up to a gorgeous beach house. I had a couple (okay, maybe a few) drinks on the flight over to calm my nerves, but I was literally shaking with excitement. My panties were soaked and my mouth was watering. I couldn't wait to taste his lips, his cock, his cum.

The front door opened as I walked up, and there he was, freshly showered, wearing only a fluffy white towel around his waist. As the driver was unloading my things, Brad grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me, his tongue dancing around mine. I reached inside his towel and squeezed his fully-erect cock. As I did, his towel fell to the ground, and, as if on cue, so did I. I dropped to my knees and took his full length in my mouth, Uber driver be damned. Brad groaned as I took his full 7 inches in my throat, and he held the back of my head as I gagged in delight, my spit mixing with his precum and creating a puddle on the floor.

I kept one hand on his throbbing cock and with the other I ripped my drenched panties to the side and began rubbing my clit furiously. 8 seconds later I squirted all over his feet, and he simultaneously exploded in my throat. He pulled me up, shoved his tongue in my mouth, and we savored every remaining drop together.

As I turned to collect my things, I realized that the Uber driver was still there, watching intently, cock in hand. I took one look at Brad, who shrugged as if to say "Go ahead."

I walked up to the driver, grabbed his dick, and led him to the hood of the car. I pulled my panties down and my skirt up and bent over the hood, my hands stretched as far forward as I could reach. He stuck his fingers in my dripping pussy and then rubbed them on the head his cock to lube it up, and then pushed his cock into my tight asshole. I'd never done anal before, and I told him so.

"Take it slow," I said.

He did, at first, but the more he pushed it in the faster he went. The initial pain faded into intense pleasure as he shoved a thumb in my pussy and began rubbing my g-spot. I came over and over again, pushing my ass as far backwards as I could. He thrust into me with everything he could muster and then shot his load into my throbbing asshole.

I turned around and pulled his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking and cleaning every drop. I even caught the cum that was running out of my ass and down my legs - I didn't want to waste a bit.

As he zipped up, he gave me a wink and quipped, "Don't forget to rate me 5 stars!"

"I'd give you 10 if I could," I said, returning the wink. "I'll give you a call next time I need a ride."

I followed the still towel-less Brad into the house, watching that tanned little ass shake as he walked. The living room was filled with massive windows that opened to the pool and patio area, and I could hear the waves crashing onto the shores. I knew in that moment that everything that would occur over the next couple of days would be for me and me alone - there would be no hotwife tales coming from this encounter. No, this was me, making a conscious decision to give my husband exactly what he wanted without breathing a word to him.

I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy as the decision was made: to cheat, over and over and over again.

After a quick nap, I called my husband to let him know I'd arrived. He of course immediately asked if there was anyone here I'd consider fucking, to which I replied "I don't know...maybe." After all, I had to give him something to think about while I was away, right? I showered and got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

To my surprise, Brad's son Matt was joining us for dinner. Matt was 18, a freshman in college, and the spitting image of his father. I silently wondered if Matt was anywhere near as well-endowed as his dad. Turns out I was about to find out.

"Matt, why don't you show her around?" Brad suggested.

Matt gave me a quick once-over and a smile as he quickly agreed. I'm not sure if it was the tight crop-top barely reigning in my fake tits or the skin-tight booty shorts with my ass cheeks hanging out that convinced him; either way he seemed all too eager to give me a tour. I had no plans to dress this slutty around Brad's eighteen year old son, but I also wasn't given a heads up about him being there. Regardless, I grabbed a glass of wine and followed Matt upstairs.

The house was definitely built with the coastline in mind, as every room in the house had some sort of view of the ocean. The master bedroom was stunning, with massive floor to ceiling sliding doors that opened up to a large balcony. Matt slid the doors open and directed me to the balcony, where the sun was just beginning to set. "Beautiful, huh?" I murmured.

"Yes, you are," he said.

I blushed and turned around, and when I did he kissed me. I immediately pushed him away and nervously chugged the rest of my wine.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Good enough for my dad but not for me?" He pushed me back against the railing and pushed my shirt up over my tits.

"Not a word to my dad," he said, "or I'll tell him you tried to seduce me."

He buried his face in my tits, licking and kissing and sucking like he'd done this a thousand times. With one swift motion he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and I literally gasped. He was a good two inches longer than his dad, and much thicker. We locked eyes for a moment and then I dropped to my knees. I couldn't help but want every fucking inch of this monster in every hole I had. He shoved my head down as hard as he could, and I choked on his cock. He started to pull out but I grabbed his ass and pulled him into my mouth, gagging on this monstrosity that had been presented to me by this eighteen year old kid. I sucked and stroked and licked and slurped until he exploded in my mouth. I cleaned up every drop, zipped up his pants, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"This secret's safe with me," I said with a smile.

The next morning Brad had some work to do and Matt was fishing with his buddies, so I had the house to myself. I put on my skimpiest bathing suit and headed down to the beach. It was a glorious Fall day; not a cloud in the sky. A beach attendant met me as soon as my feet hit the sand and told me that a cabana and beach chairs were already set up for me and Alex.

"Who's Alex?" I asked.

"Mr. Brad's daughter," was the reply.

"Fuck," I thought. "It's a whole family affair." I walked over to the cabana and both introduced myself and apologized at the same time for my skimpy apparel. "I thought I'd be alone," I said.

Alex laughed hysterically. "I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll take my top off if it'll make you feel better."

Alex was a junior in college. Like Matt, she was on fall break, and much like her other family members, she was absolutely stunning. She had long, blonde hair, tanned skin and piercing green eyes. I couldn't help but drink in her perfection, from the top of her platinum head to the soles of her perfectly pedicured feet. When she removed her top, my mouth dropped. She had the most perfect natural breasts I had ever seen. She winked at me and said, "Don't just stand there staring - have a seat."

I laughed nervously and apologized again.

"No worries," she said. "You're not the first woman who's ever looked at me like that. Let's ask Julio to get us a drink."

One drink turned into some drinks and then more drinks than I could count. I was three sheets to the wind by early afternoon, but Alex seemed unfazed. I either dozed off or passed out - not sure which - but when I came to I was naked, and Alex's face was buried between my legs.

"What the actual fuck is going on with this family?" I thought. That sentiment quickly faded, however, as Alex's tongue flicked my clit over and over again while her fingers penetrated my pussy. I came - hard - and she giggled.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," she said with a smile.

She climbed on top of me, and I noticed that she was fully naked. She kissed me, her tongue connecting with mine gently at first, then forcefully, while her fingers continued to probe the depths of my pussy. Wave after wave of intense orgasms rushed over me. Alex removed her fingers and shoved them in my mouth and I licked them clean. She then stood up and straddled me, lowering her dripping pussy onto my face.

I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her into my mouth. She got the message and grabbed the sides of the lounger, smothering my face with her cunt. She rode my face until she came, squirting her tasty juices all in my mouth, on my face, and down my neck. She quickly hopped off and knelt beside me, licking and slurping up every bit of her cum. She finished up with a final kiss, after which I just laid there quivering. I was spent. I couldn't move a muscle, even if I wanted to. She laid down beside me and pulled me close, and we went to sleep in the Autumn sun.

"Well if that isn't the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," said a voice seemingly out of nowhere. I squinted into the sun and saw Brad standing there, fresh from a dip in the ocean.

"Fuck off dad," said Alex, with a smirk. "She's mine."

"I think you mean ours," Brad said, smiling.

Ours?! I was completely confused, not to mention a little terrified. The look on my face must have said it all, because Brad quickly followed up by saying "We're all rather adventurous, sexually speaking. And from what I've seen you are as well," he said, flashing those perfect pearly whites at me.

"Exactly how adventurous?" I asked, slightly perplexed but mostly aroused.

Brad glanced over at Alex, and she jumped up and kissed her dad - and I don't mean just a peck on the lips; she kissed her dad the same way I was kissing him not 24 hours before!

"So...it looks like you have a choice," Brad said with a grin. "You can stay or you can go. What'll it be?"

"Stay," I said. "Kiss her again."

Brad grabbed Alex around the waist and pulled her into him, pressing his lips against hers. She giggled and stuck her tongue in his mouth, while putting her hands down the back of his shorts and grabbing two handfuls of that gorgeous ass. With a quick motion she pulled his shorts down and dropped to her knees, taking her dad's cock in her mouth. Brad moaned as she began to sloppily suck from the tip of his cock down to his balls, soaking him with her spit.

I sat there in awe or shock or something - I really don't know which - while this freak show played out in front of me. Alex stood up, turned around, and bent over the lounger, facing me. She locked eyes with me and said "Fuck me, daddy."

Brad slid all of his seven inches into his daughter's pussy, and she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "He fucks me like no one else can," she whispered, as Brad slammed his cock in and out. I felt something running down my leg, and I glanced down to see that I was literally dripping wet. "Looks like somebody's into it," Alex said.

"Fuuuck," I said. "I don't know what to think."

"Then don't think at all," Alex grinned. "What do you want him to do to me?"

I glanced up at Brad, his toned body glistening with sweat as he pumped his cock in and out of his daughter.

"Cum in her," I said, spreading my legs and rubbing my soaking wet pussy.

Alex smiled as Brad groaned and went faster and faster, and then his body tensed up as he came, his cock buried deep inside Alex's pussy. I squirted everywhere - all over myself, all over Alex, all over the lounger. Alex leaned forward and kissed me as she came, her perfect body convulsing over and over again.

After an afternoon that I'll certainly never forget, we headed up to the house to get dressed for dinner. As I was getting out of the shower my phone rang, and it was my husband.

"Hey!" I said, as naturally as I could, given that my pussy was still quivering from the events of the afternoon. I laid on the bed in my towel and we made small talk for a few minutes. When he asked how my day was, I somehow resisted the urge to scream "BEST DAY EVER!" and instead went with "Fine. You know - same old work stuff."

As I was wrapping up the call, Matt walked in. I pressed my finger to my lips and mouthed the words "my husband" to him.

"Stay on the phone with him," Matt whispered, removing my towel and spreading my legs. He started sucking on my toes (which is a HUGE turn on for me) and then slowly made his way up my thighs to my pussy, which was once again dripping wet with anticipation.

I have no idea what my husband was rambling on about as Matt settled in between my legs, and I could only respond with the occasional "Yessss" or "mmmhmm".

"Um...are you okay?" he asked suspiciously.

"Oh yessss!" I shouted, a little too enthusiastically.

As Matt was doing the Lord's work I positioned my feet around his cock and he began to slide in and out, using his precum as lubrication. I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had that day, and I could tell another one was imminent. As I was writhing around, I attempted to hang up the phone, figuring I could explain away a dropped call, but instead I put it on speaker as I threw it on the bed.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I screamed as Matt shot his load all over my feet and I squirted in his face.

All was quiet for a moment, and then I heard something that sent chills down my spine:

"Kimber? WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

Before I could react, Matt picked up my phone and said "Kimber's a little tied up at the moment. She'll call you later," and hung up the phone.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" I yelled, as he burst out laughing. "I'm going to tie you up and kick you in the balls over and over again until you die!"

"Sounds like fun," he retorted slyly, as he walked out the door.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to laugh or cry. On the one hand I was horrified at what my husband had just witnessed; on the other, I was incredibly aroused by the events of the last few minutes. As was to be expected, my phone was blowing up. I glanced at it and saw 8 missed FaceTime calls and counting. I picked it up on the 9th, expecting to get an earful, but after a brief silence he simply said, "Was that what I think it was?"

"Yes, it was," I replied with a laugh. "It's been a rather interesting couple of days. I think I've answered any questions about what I would or wouldn't do sexually."

"Fuuuuck..." he said. "Tell me about it."

"Well...about that. I've come to the realization that not only have I not given you what you wanted, but I haven't been getting what I wanted. And this is what I want: I want to fuck whoever I want to whenever I want to, and I may or may not tell you about it. And that's exactly what I'm going to do, and you're going to accept the fact that when I'm away that another man or men or woman or women or any combination of those will be giving me more pleasure than you ever could. There's no need for me to tell you - you can just assume that it's happening, because it is. Every fucking time, going forward. Do you understand?"

I heard him inhale quickly. "Yes. I understand. Fuuuck...I'm so fucking hard right now."

"Good," I replied. "Go to the cabinet, get your lube, and lie down on the bed. You're going to cum for me."

He did as he was told, and I pointed the camera at my feet, which were still covered in Matt's cum. "I'll tell you this," I said, scooping up some cum with my finger and letting it drip onto my tongue. "This is an 18 year old's load, and he's one of three guys and a girl that I've fucked in the last 24 hours. By the time I get home, I'm thinking that number will be much higher."

When he heard that, my husband shot his load onto his stomach, convulsing as the orgasm spread through his body.

"Good boy," I said with a smirk. Now eat every drop - don't waste a single ounce."

He did exactly as he was told. I blew him a kiss and told him to think about me. "How can I not?" he asked. "I fucking love you."

"Love you more, baby boy."