How I Became a Hotwife Dominatrix

This is the story is of my transformation from a doting wife into a dominant hotwife goddess. I have had so many sexual adventures since then, and maybe one day I will share them all. But for now, this is how it all began...

This is the first time I have told my story. If you enjoy my story, please let me know in the comments, and I will consider sharing more (and naughtier) experiences.

ADULT TOY STORE: The Seed is Planted

I had driven by it, countless times, but this was the first time I stepped foot inside the "sex store" as we called it. I was dragged in by my girlfriend, Vanessa, but as I found myself walking the isles glowing neon sex, and it was felt exhilarating.

Over the years, I have confided in Vanessa, sharing the most intimate details of my sex life which I knew my husband, Tim, would never approve of. The problem with my sex life at the moment was, there was no sex life. My friend, Vanessa, a self-proclaimed 'sex guru' was determined to help spice things up in my marriage, and hopefully have some orgasms in the process.

It was Vanessa's suggestion to visit the 'sex store.' I was only there to purchase a bit of sexy lingerie, but as I strolled past the buzzing neon lights, I was enamored with the countless sizes and shapes of dildos and vibrators. I felt like Dorothy stepping into the wonderful world of OZ. I remember struggling to hide my arousal as my mind began to compare their various colors, size and shapes to my husband, Tim's modest penis.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't there because I felt that was anything wrong with Tim's penis, at least not at that moment. I only was there because Tim hadn't touched me in weeks, and I thought maybe a little spice would shake things up in bed.

I had just picked out the sexiest lingerie set and I couldn't wait to try it on. The red lace corsets came with garter belts, fish net stockings, and there was an open slit in middle of the panties that would expose my pussy. I had never worn anything like that before, but it felt so naughty, and exciting.

I couldn't wait to see the look on Tim's face.

As I strolled the isle of silicone cocks, each larger than the next, I was stopped in my tracks by one in particular. I didn't even realize I was doing it at the time, but Vanessa caught me gawking lustfully at one realistic silicone dildo in particular. I marveled at how real it seemed, and I could feel myself getting wet wondering what something that large might feel like inside me.

"Looks like someone's in love." Vanessa said, snapping me out of it.

"Oh, stop." I snapped back, still unable to draw myself away from the large cock.

"You should get it."

I tried to shake the thought out of my head.

"You deserve to know what it feels like to have... a large one." Vanessa shook the package. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"I don't know, maybe I should try to find something closer to Tim's size"

"Babe, what's the point of buying a toy cock the same size as your husbands. The whole idea is to bring something new into the bedroom, right?"

I stood there, imagining what it would feel like to be filled up with something so large.

"That's it, I'm getting it for you!" Vanessa snatched the package off the shelf and took it to the register.

ANTICIPATION: It Only Takes a Spark

Tim began to lose interest in sex shortly after our kids were born, and I would often find myself standing in front of our full length mirror looking over my naked body wondering what flaw Tim sees that I'm missing?

I've always felt comfortable with my body, but did Tim see something I could not? Even in my late 30's, I've always maintained my figure, my breasts still have their teardrop shape. I jog, eat healthy. I'm not skinny like cover models, but I never wanted to be. My body has curves, and I like that about myself. Vanessa says I have a figure like Marlin Monroe, only with brown hair, and more sophisticated. I have a PHD after all.

I've always kept my body smooth, and I groom my pubic hair into a perfect V shape, just the way Tim likes it... Or at least how he used to.

I suppose sex has never really been the highlight of our marriage. Back then, I'd have occasional orgasms, but they were never the earth shattering erotic experiences I would hear Vanessa describe.

I love Tim though and I always will, but at the time I felt like I had to choose between love, or sexual satisfaction. I couldn't have them both... Or so I thought.

For a while, I believed it was my fault for not knowing my body better. I was never a prude or anything. I even masturbated on occasion, in fact, playing with my clitoris was the only way I could bring myself to climax. Even then, it was always just... meh.

Vaginal penetration with Tim was nice, but in a 'massage' sort of way.

The truth is, aside from Tim my only sexual experiences were with a handful of awkwardly inexperienced high school classmates. Tim and I married shortly after graduation and before we knew it, we were parents. So... Sexual exploration was never a priority.

I would listen to Vanessa vividly describe fucking her various partners, detailing the length and girth of their cocks. She had kinks, and toys, and used handcuffs sometimes... Just listening to her talk, I would find myself getting wet down there, yet somehow sad at the same time. I would return home yearning to be fucked, and Tim would often oblige, but it was pretty vanilla. Nothing like the ecstasy Vanessa would describe.

So, on that fateful afternoon, I stood in front of the mirror in my brand new, red lace lingerie. I connected my garters to my red fishnet stockings and I stared back at my excited pussy lips, spilling through the slit in my crotched panties as if begging to be sucked and fucked.

I secretly made plans for the kids to be out of the house and waited for Tim to return from work. I couldn't wait to see the look of desire on his face when he came home and saw me.

As I waited for his car to pull into the driveway, my fingers began to explore my new silicone friend. I ran my hands over the realistic veins, and imagined Tim pushing the long thick shaft deep inside me, opening me up. I felt juices flowing in my pussy. I couldn't wait to explore this new sensation. I really believed it would ignite the spark we both needed.

By the time I heard the front door open, I could feel my breath growing heavy with anticipation. I stood my new toy upon the nightstand and I poised myself on the bed, waiting. As I looked at my silicone friend, waiting at full attention beside my bed, I can remember feeling my nipples grow so erect they were scratching against my lace bra. I began to pant.

The anticipation of feeling a sensation I had never experienced sent goosebumps across my body as I imagined my 'new friend' touching places inside me which have never been explored. The waiting was unbearable.

Finally, the bedroom door creeped open.

"Hon, where are the kids?" Tim asked as he entered, removing his work tie, not yet noticing me laying on the bed, waiting to be devoured.

"I sent them over to Gloria's for the afternoon" I replied, waiting for him to turn his eyes and finally see me.

He removed his work clothes and finally turned to see me on the bed. His eyes lit up in lust. His reaction sent a shiver of satisfaction through my body. I felt seen for the first time in months.

I was a sexual queen in that moment, and I spread my legs to show the panties had no crotch and my wet pussy lips spilled through the lace slit

"Wow..." was all he could manage as his mouth fell agape.

"You like what you see?" I smirked back, seductively, knowing full well he was now imagining my bright red lipstick around his cock.

Tim approached me with caution, smeared my bright red lipstick with a powerful kiss and I reached down, unbuckled his belt and his erect penis spring straight up.

"It appears you do like what you see." I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his slender erect penis, but having just caressed the large silicone cock, his felt so much smaller, but for some reason it turned me on even more.

As I stroked Tim's cock, his bulbous head began to swell up like a purple balloon, making his abnormally slender shaft look even skinnier.

Until that moment, I always liked that Tim's penis was different, unique even, but right now, my mind couldn't help but compare Tim's penis to the large cock I'd held in my hand moments just before.

I glanced back at my 'friend' on the night stand, wondering what true 'girth' would feel like.

Would I even be able to handle it?

I was almost trembling at the thought when as Tim looked down at my engorged clit, poking through the slit in my panties, glistening wet and begging to be touched.

"Somebody's feeling naughty today." He smirked back.

"You have no idea." I said as Tim inched his mouth toward my throbbing pussy. I laid back in the bed, spreading my legs and directing Tim's eyes toward the nightstand where my brand new silicone toy stood tall and fully erect, waiting to show me what 'real cock' would feel like.

Tim's eyes widened.

He froze for a moment, and I couldn't tell if it was out of arousal or terror.

"What do you think?" I said, trying to get a response.

Suddenly, he stood up and rubbed his face. He looked at it, looked at me - but when I saw him glance down at his own erect little cock, a fraction of the size of my new friend, I knew there was a problem.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"What the hell is it?" he demanded.

"It's just a toy. A sex toy. The kids are out, I figured we could spice things up."

" How long have you had it? Did you use that thing already?"

"No, sweetheart, I was waiting for you?" I admitted, now scrambling upright on the bed, closing my legs to shield myself from his glare of shame.

"Vanessa bought it for me, she suggested..."

"Vanessa!" He yelled. "Why would she buy you... THAT!"

"She was just trying to help." I said, now wishing I hadn't.

"You talk to Vanessa about our sex life?"

Before I could answer, he interrupted "Wait, do you talk to her about... my size?"

"Of course not, sweetie, never" — That was a lie.

He glared back at the silicone cock, and I watched his manhood shrivel with insecurity. I thought to myself "this was a mistake."

He began to put his underwear back on, as if hiding himself from being compared to his silicone counterpart on the nightstand.

"I guess I'm not good enough for you?" He said, ready to walk out.

I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"I love yours, it's perfect. I just thought we could shake things up, you know?"

I knew I had to fix this quickly, so I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Tim back to me.

"You're all I need, baby, come here" I said as I slid his underwear back down to the floor and took his flaccid little cock in my hand.

I looked up into his eyes with a smile and began to suck. I could feel his purple head expand like a mushroom in my mouth, and I felt relieved.

I rarely gave Tim blowjobs, so I knew he couldn't resist. I was extra enthusiastic this time, and I still couldn't wait to be fucked, even it it wasn't going to my new toy.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his hips into my face, taking his full length into my mouth.

My eyes wondered up to see how he was responding.

I could see he was staring back at the large silicone cock on the night stand, taunting him.

At first, I thought it was making him uneasy, and wondered if he would be able to enjoy this. As I bobbed on his cock, my hand searched for a shirt to throw over top to hide the dildo from his view, but...

Just as I grabbed the shirt, Tim let out a loud groan as he unexpectedly pumped his seed into my mouth.

Now, while Tim isn't the best in bed, in all our years he has NEVER had a premature ejaculation. I wiped his cum off my face with the shirt I was holding and I could see his shock and embarrassment.

Before I could say anything, he turned away from me.

"Just get rid of it!" He cried out as he escaped the room.

I sat there, alone, in my red lingerie, feeling like a girl who had gotten all dressed up only to be stood up on prom night.

I could still feels my pussy lips pulsing with desire in my crotchless panties. I was still soaking wet, but as I peered back into the mirror, every essence of sexiness began to drained from me. I scanned the mirror for every wrinkle, roll, and blemish on my body. I searched for whatever must have been so wrong with me that he could just abandoned me like that.

I turned my eyes back to the toy I would never get to use, I buried my urges deep down inside me, locked them away.

I did as Tim demanded. I threw my new toy in the trash, before ever getting a chance to use it.

BRINGING SEXY BACK

I went out and bought revealing clothes, had my hair done, got a manicure, trying desperately to bring some spark of sensuality back into our relationship, but after the incident with the dildo, things felt even more sexually distant between us.

We didn't have sex for months. I would bury my sexual urges away, but they only urges grew stronger, and I could feel them building up like a bottle ready to burst!

I tried playing with my pussy in the shower, but I found myself getting interrupted by the Tim or the kids every time.

SUMMER OF SIN

When summer came, the warm weather only seemed to fan the flames that were already burning inside of me.

I found myself growing insatiably horny at the site of random men at the grocery store and at the gym. I played a game in my mind, trying to catch a glimpse of their bulge and imagining what they were packing beneath their pants.

There was one guy at my gym in particular, the manager. He was dark black, handsome and chiseled like a statue from being a the gym everyday. However, it was the bulge in my pants that really got my attention. Every day I would try to arrange my workout so we would both be stretching on the mat at the same time.

As he spread his legs and stretched his hamstring, I would lean down and try to catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock. Just from the outline, I could tell his flaccid cock was much larger than Tim's when it was fully erect.

I made more and more trips to the gym, each time, daydreaming about what might be under the gym manager's shorts. We would smile at each other, flirtingly, but never anything more. It was merely a fantasy, flirting, and I sincerely would have never cheated on Tim...

But as you'll soon learn...

THINGS CHANGE

I repeatedly attempted to initiate sex with Tim, but he never seemed to be in the mood. Was he still hurt from what happened months ago? Did I ruin our marriage with a dick shaped piece of rubber? Any time I brought it up, he refused to discuss the matter.

One day, we were at a housewarming party for the new neighbor who just moved in next door. We had never met him. All we knew was he was a bachelor and the invitation said "pool party." Many guests wore bathing suits, but I wasn't feeling very sexy that day. I simply covered myself with a flowing white sundress, and realized after we left, I forgot to wear a bra. The dress was rather loose so I figured it wouldn't be an issue.

I stepped out to see the pool, where guests were mingling and drinking and that's when I saw...

THE MANAGER from my gym, swimming. He took a look at me and swam right over.

"You go to my gym, right?" He asked.

"That's right." I replied, trying to play it cool as I watched the sun listened off the his wet body, highlighting every muscle fiber, vein, and curve on his slick black skin.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

"I live here." He replied.

I gasped in embarrassment. "You're the new neighbor?"

"Guilty. I'm Garrett"

I bent forward over the pool to shake his hand. A stunned look washed over his face. I quickly realized since I wasn't wearing a bra, he just got a full view of my breasts, nipples and all.

I shot back upright and covered myself, flush with embarrassment. The two of us smiled at one another, acknowledging the awkward moment.

I pointed out our home across the fence.

"I'm Talia. My husband, Tim, and I live right there."

He pressed his hands up on the ledge and pushed himself out of the pool and as the water drained off his body, his bathing suit clung to his crotch. I could see more clearly now, what I had been trying to catch a glimpse of at the gym for months.

I felt the blood rushing to the areas of my body which had not been touched in so long.

His eyes caught me staring and is smile that acknowledged it.

"Thank you for having us over. Garrett" I said with my throat clenching up.

"I'm glad you came, it's nice to get to know the neighbors."

He must have smelled the lust on me, because I swear he adjusted his swimsuit in just a way that accentuated every curve of his cock.

This was not a penis, like my husbands. No, this was a full fledged cock. A very large one. I could see where his shaft ended and his thick head began. I could see it's girth. The the first thought in my mind, due to it' size was "is he hard right now?" Realizing he wasn't, my mind flashed back to the day with my husband and my silicone dildo which I never got to use. The thought immediately sent my brain comparing Tim's thin stiff penis to this Garrett's even larger flaccid cock.

I tried to imagine what it would look like hard, at it's full size.

I grabbed ahold of myself and brought my eyes to meet his, which clearly caught me looking again.

"Hey, you must be Garrett!" I heard come from behind as I felt Tim's arm on my shoulder.

"I'm Tim, welcome to the neighborhood, buddy."

"Thank you Tim. It's nice to be here" Garrett replied cordially.

As Tim and Garrett talked, I zoned out in arousal. I smiled, and nodded, watching Garrett's sporadically glance back, as if unable to take his eyes off me.

It made me feel sexy again.

When Tim finally went to shake Garrett's hand goodbye, I couldn't help but notice the contrast of these two men's arms; the different of muscle tone and the contrast of their skin. Garrett's skin was dark, silky, and hairless, while Tim's was pale, hairy and dry. I never even noticed that about Tim until seeing this comparison, and I wondered, how is it that Garrett, this perfect specimen of a man can look at me with more desire than my physically mediocre husband?

Garrett let go of Tim's hand and his eyes turned back to me.

"Don't be a stranger, now" he said as he hopped back into the pool, but his eyes remained on me.

THE AFFAIR

Shortly after, the kids were off to summer camp for a few weeks and despite having the house to ourselves, Tim began working late.

I thought things would get better with the house to ourselves. I repeatedly tried to initiate sex, but by the time Tim got home from work, he was always "too tired."

On his late nights at work, I often turned to porn. I sat in bed with my computer, thinking of Garrett and searching for large black cocks on the internet I thought might resemble his. I would rub my wet pussy, but it wasn't enough.

Night after night, I watched women have their tight pussy's filled and stretched and I imagined what that would feel like.

I needed to be touched. I needed to be penetrated.

I thought about going out and buying the dildo again, but I knew it would be a betrayal to Tim, and redirected my energy into finding a way to rekindle our sex life.

One night, when Tim was working late, I decided to surprise him at the office with dinner. I got all dressed up and ordered takeout from his favorite restaurant.

When I arrived, I found the building was dark and empty. The doors were locked.