My Wife, His Property Ch. 02

It was already nine in the morning, when we both woke up in our hotel room. I had a headache, which was undoubtedly an after-effect of the alcohol we drank yesterday, and yet, all I could think about was what had happened last night.

"Babe, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu...... Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Echoed Olivia's lustful moaning in my head as I thought about her intense orgasm. Images of her popped up in front of my eyes and I saw, how she tensed up and held onto the bed while the dildo reached places that have never been reached before.

The next thing that came in my mind was, how Olivia's pussy looked like, when taking the big black BBC dildo. It turned me on extremely to see how it spread her open. The contrast between the black dildo and her white skin. The big size difference between my cock and the black behemoth. Everything about it just impressed me, especially when I think about her orgasms that she got from it. They were the most intense she has ever experienced, and I can still feel in my mind her body shaking from the intense pleasure she received.

I learned a lot last night. The first thing what I learned is, that a woman has two virginities. One she loses when she has sex for the first time and the other, when she gets fucked by a real big dick for the first time.

In addition, the night also cleared my doubts.

For the last few years, I have developed a passion for hotwife erotica, but I have always separated my imagination from my life. It wasn't until I met Olivia that I started thinking about making it more than just a fantasy. But I wasn't sure myself, if the hotwife lifestyle should be a part of my life, or if I just like it in the porn. But now, after seeing the big impact the dildo had on her, I knew that I wanted more. I didn't feel jealous about the fact, that Olivia enjoyed something else more than my dick. I felt rather exited to see her reaching new sexual sensations, far beyond what she experienced with my dick before. This experience had something very intimate about it, and I loved it.

Furthermore, I have learned from Olivia's reaction to the dildo and her strong orgasms, that Olivia enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled and that the dildo has brought her to a sexual climax that had previously remained hidden from her. Because of all these reasons, I knew, that I wanted to push this fantasy further.

After what happened last night, you might expect that the dildo was now a part of our sex life, at least that's what I expected.

Wrong.

Olivia behaved reluctantly after the night. For the first two days she didn't let me touch her, because her pussy was so sore, which was understandable, of course. But when I wanted to use the dildo again on the last day of our Spain trip, she didn't want it, grabbed my cock instead and told me, "Today I want the real thing honey."

And that's how our trip ended. We came back to Germany and lived our normal life again. She focused on her studies while I focused on my work. I hope that Olivia opened up more to me during sex after Spain, but without alcohol, our sex life went back to normal, and I hated it.

Don't get me wrong, Olivia looks astonishing. She is an 11 out of 10, but sex with an 11 isn't great either if the 11 is too shy to do anything in bed.

Since we came back to Germany I missed dirty talk, I missed dirty sex, and I missed the shaking orgasms Olivia got from the BBC dildo.

Occasionally, I tried once or twice a month to get the dildo involved in our sex life, but she never let me fuck her with it. I always knew that turning Olivia into a hot wife was going to be hard. I was her first kiss, I was the first and the only one who ever touched her, and I took her virginity. Olivia always wanted a monogamous relationship. All she ever wanted was to find a man and be loyal to him. And that's also something that many men want from their women. But I didn't want it. I wanted her to be my slut and share her with other men. After Spain, I had no doubts that Olivia liked the dildo. I was sure we'd bring it into our sex lives, but for reasons that I couldn't explain to myself, Olivia avoided the dildo. I remember thinking about it day and night, why she was acting this way, and I couldn't find an answer.

Of course, I know today why she behaved like this back then, because we talked about the beginning of her hotwife lifestyle later in this story.

You must understand that some women tend to be more open about the idea of being shared, while others, like my sweet Olivia, are reluctant. Until Olivia became my hotwife, she had to go through different stages, before she could enjoy the hotwife lifestyle with passion, and I call the first stage the "Denial phase."

Before I used the dildo on her, Olivia always thought, that my dick is 'as good as sex can get,' but during this one night in Spain, the black behemoth showed her a world, that was previously hidden from her. A world of intense pleasure and orgasms that felt like her soul had been fucked. That night showed her that sex is far more, then what my cock can give her. And yet, even though she knew that this was true, she denied it. She didn't want to accept that there was anything better than my dick and tried to convince herself that my cock was the best, even if that wasn't the truth.

In addition to that, she denied me to use the dildo on her, because she was afraid that the dildo would prove to her once again that it is better than my cock and that she would get addicted to this intense pleasure.

And that's why I decided to name the first phase of Olivia's hotwife transformation, and the second chapter of this story, "denial."

Although our sex life wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, our relationship got even better after Spain. We decided that after our trip, we would look for an apartment, where we would move in together. After looking for a few months, we found a nice three-room apartment near the Downtown area. We received the keys to the apartment on December 1st, 2018, but it took us almost two months to finish moving to the new apartment, so we were done by the end of January.

As I mentioned before, our apartment had three rooms. The kitchen was integrated into the living room. The second-largest room in the apartment, became our bedroom and the entrance from the bedroom was positioned in a way, so that you could see the whole living room from the bedroom entrance. Originally, we were both looking for a two-room apartment, since we didn't have any use for a third room now. But the perfect location and good price made us choose this apartment. Since we didn't know what to do with the third and last room, I decided to turn it into a gaming room.

Since many friends of ours helped us move to the new apartment, we promised them a housewarming party. The party was supposed to take place on the 9th of February 2019 because that day was a Saturday.

Because the last two months were stressful due to the move, I didn't think about my hotwife fantasy, but rather focused all my free time and strength into our new apartment. That all changed after I moved in with Olivia and her best friend Sasha came to visit us on the weekend before the party.

Sasha and Olivia have known each other since they were little, because their parents are neighbors. Sasha is a Ukrainian girl, a very sweet blonde and has a sunshine vibe. Together, they always called themselves Blondie & brownie team.

Anyway, we also invited Sasha to our housewarming party. As she visited us at our new apartment and talked to Olivia, I overheard Sasha trying to convince Olivia to drink alcohol at our party,

"We haven't had a drink for a long time, now this would be the perfect opportunity to catch up, Liv."

But Olivia wanted to talk her way out of the situation, and responded,

"Oh, I don't know. Besides, the party is still at my house, so I have to keep a clear head."

"Oh, come on, Liv! Don't let me down." Fumed Sasha, "Also, you don't have to take care of everything by yourself, Ben will be there too."

"Yeah, you are right, Sasha. I will have a drink with you and the girls." Answered Olivia.

When I found out from the conversation that Olivia was planning to drink at our party, I immediately knew, that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I knew, that when Olivia gets drunk, she can't control her inner slut. I knew that this time she will not refuse the dildo, but rather submit to the pleasure of it.

I couldn't wait until next weekend....

The next weekend came and with it the planned housewarming party. Even if not everyone who was invited came, like my little sister Hannah for example, we still had a full house. Olivia's older sister, Sarah (25 years old), came with her husband James (29 years old). Sasha also came, of course, but unlike Sarah, she came alone because she was single. In addition, there were a few friends of mine and Olivia's, who were present at the party, but I won't mention them, as they are unimportant for the further chapters of this story. But I still must mention one person though, namely my best friend Matthew, or as I like to call him, Matt.

A short background story, I met Matt in elementary school. He was a year older than me, and because I never had a big brother, he took over the role of my big brother for me.

But back to the party again. The party started at 4 p.m. Most of the guests come on time and gave us gifts as they were congratulating us on getting a nice apartment and starting a new stage of life as a couple. There was plenty of food for our guests and various alcohols. The girls decided together that they all drink wine, while we men started with beer. Finally, as the last guest arrived, we all toasted in the name of the new apartment, before we did a room tour, to show our guests our finished apartment.

Afterward, the party went well, and everyone had fun. We danced in the living room, drank good drinks, talked and laughed a lot, and I smoked cigars with Matt on the balcony. But while I was supposed to be enjoying the time, all I could think about was Olivia and the awesome sex we're going to have afterward. The feeling of being drunk again reminded me of Spain and made me crave her even more.

I knew that Olivia must be having similar thoughts, when I noticed her staring at me several times. I knew this look all too well.

So, I wanted to tease Olivia a bit, but unlike in Spain it was very difficult here, because the people who surrounded us were no strangers to us. Even when we did feel the urge, we couldn't let the alcohol guide us, and start touching or making out, while our family and friends were still around.

So of course we have pulled together and kept our hands off each other, until our guests left, which was just before one o'clock in the morning.....

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"Get home safely," said Olivia to Sasha as she made her way home, whereupon Sasha replied with a short,

"I will."

"And don't forget to text me, that you got home safely, Sasha," Olivia called after her, as Sasha was already going down the stairs.

"I won't," Sasha replied.

With a loud click, Olivia closed the door before smiling at me.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I asked her curiously.

But instead of getting an answer, she ran towards me and jumped on top of me, where she then held on to me with her legs and arms. Next, she kissed my forehead lovingly and said to me,

"Because you're finally mine."

"What do you mean, I'm always yours, Darling," I replied and made my way to put Olivia down on the couch.

"You know, Ben" Olivia started talking, "Do not get me wrong, I like our friends and I really had fun today, but I miss your touch and your kisses a lot, when we are around people."

Olivia was right, and I felt the same as her. We were a couple who didn't like kissing in front of other people, and that's why we never kissed in front of others. That's why we're always happy when we're alone again, like now, after the party.

I put Olivia down on the couch and said,

"Hey, I know what you mean, because I feel the same way," and I turned to get two glasses and a bottle of wine from the table, then I continued,

"I know we've all toasted, but let's toast again, just the two of us. To us and our new apartment and to the time we spend here together. After all, we're just starting a new chapter in our lives."

"Well, you know what they say. It's bad luck, if you don't toast to your new home. Besides, I would love to clink glasses with you, my love." She replied and looked at me with her sweet smile.

In retrospect, I have to admit, that it was a mistake to drink wine. Olivia only drank wine all evening, but I mixed various alcohols. I started with beer, then I drank whiskey and now the wine. As we all know, the golden rule is that you should only have one type of alcohol during a night, and I broke that rule and poured a glass for both of us. Then I lay down with her on the couch, where we cuddled together and enjoyed our wine.

This was the first time since that night in Spain, where Olivia and I had a drink together. This time, however, it was completely different from in Spain. In Spain, the night started out very wild, we danced in a bar and made out on the dance floor. Also, because we were on vacation, it lent a sense of wildness and freedom to the whole situation.

This time, however, we weren't on vacation. Instead, we started a new phase in our life and moved in together. For this reason, there was no wildness, but instead there was a huge love that we both felt for each other. I was horny and could hardly wait to use the dildo on her again, but at the same time, I was overcome by my feelings for Olivia. I knew that she is the right woman in my life and the feelings I felt prove to me, that she is also the right one with whom I can live out my wild sex fantasies and make my hotwife.

As we lay there on the couch, enjoying each other's closeness, I said to her,

"You know, Liv, it's crazy, we've been living together for two weeks now, but only now am I starting to realize it."

"Oh really!?" laughed Olivia out loud, "two weeks is a long time to realize it, Darling"

"Yeah, I know," I replied, "But somehow, I couldn't comprehend before, that all of this is true and really happening. I mean, I moved in with the person I love. Every day for the last two weeks has been just perfect and even though we haven't got married, yet it feels like we're already husband and wife." I looked her deeply in the eyes before continuing, "Olivia, you truly make me the happiest man in the whole world."

For a brief moment, neither of us said anything. We just stared deep into each other's eyes and felt the immense love of each other.

It was Olivia who finally broke the silence between us, by grabbing my head and pulling me into a passionate kiss. We kissed for a moment and let our tongues play with each other, until Olivia broke the kiss and whispered in my ear,

"Ben, I want you to lay your hands on me."

This was the moment we both waited for the whole evening. Olivia pulled me back into a kiss, as I ran my hand over her body. Along with the alcohol, I felt an incredible rush of lust and love for Olivia.

Mid-kiss, I felt her open my pants with her hand and start massaging my cock, to get it hard and ready for what was about to happen next. At the same time, I slipped my hand under her black dress, to massage her beautiful breasts. Then, I started playing with her nipples and could feel them getting hard between my fingers, to which Olivia responded with a sweet, "Mmmmm."

When my cock got hard, Olivia swung her leg around me, so that she was now sitting on my lap. Now I was sitting on the couch with Olivia on top of me in the cowgirl position. We made out for a little while, until Olivia exploded with lust,

"Ben, I need your dick, baby. Help me get it out."

I looked into her eyes and replied,

"Someone is really horny today."

She smiled at me and answered,

"I have been horny all evening, Darling, but now can I really enjoy it," and then we continued kissing.

At the same time, I took my dick out of my pants and Olivia pulled her dress up over her ass. Next, I leaned back, and Olivia started rubbing her clit against my cock with gentle, but very passionate, hip movements. That teased us a lot, since the only thing separating my cock from her sweet pussy was her thin panties.

"Oh Yes, I missed that," she said and gasped softly, each time her clit rubbed against my cock.

For a short moment, I just lay on the couch and enjoyed the spectacle of how Olivia moved sexy, while being on top of me. After a short time, I noticed, that my cock was wet.

"Her panties must be soaking wet from all this arousement," I thought.

Because I noticed how wet she was, the longing for her body overcame me, and I ran my hand along her body towards her panties, to push them aside and to feel her wet pussy. But when I touched her wet panties, Olivia pushed my hand away and said,

"No, No, No..... You are too hasty, Mr.... Patience is the key. Soon, all this will be yours."

I gave her a strange stare and replied,

"Are you trying to tease me?"

In response, Olivia gave me a sexy smile and said,

"Yes."

Then she got up, grabbed a chair and placed it in front of me.

"And now, sit down here." she said and made her way to the bedroom to get her phone which was charging there.

"I wonder what she is planning to do." I thought to myself and got up. But when I got up, a sudden dizziness came over me.

"What is wrong with me," I thought to myself.

Then I realized what was going on here. I've already mixed beer with whiskey. And now wine. The wine is probably now slowly starting to work. Luckily, I could bear the dizziness better as I sat down on the chair.

Suddenly, I heard sexy music start playing from the soundbar. I still have a catchy tune from this song to this day, when I think about the evening. And the song's name is 'Fleur Blanche.'

As the song started playing, Olivia came towards me out of the bedroom. When I saw her coming, all I could think about was how good-looking she was.

"Here she comes, my Venus, the goddess of beauty," I thought to myself.

As soon as Olivia got in front of me, she started stripping and sexy dancing. Her movements matched the beat of the song and were very elegant and very seductive.

"Damn, baby, you move smoking hot!" I told her, and Olivia gave me a sweet smile in response.

When she was with her butt over my lap, I felt tempted to touch her. But at my touch, Olivia responded,

"No touching, Mr..... Just looking."

I realized, from the way Olivia danced, that she must have planned and practiced it in advance. In any case, it wasn't a spontaneous action, that was clear. It made me happy, because it showed me, that Olivia was also thinking about how she could satisfy me sexually. But knowing Olivia, she was probably too shy to put on a show like that for me without the alcohol. Now that the alcohol was loosening her up, she felt no inhibitions and did her best to impress me.

Next, Olivia walked around the chair and started to unbutton my black shirt from behind. While she undid my shirt, button by button, she kissed me tenderly on my ear and then on my neck..... I really felt like I was in heaven......

Finally, Olivia said to me,

"it's really hot in here, would you help me to undress?" As she turned her back to me, revealing a zipper. Olivia continued,

"But not with your hands. With your mouth, Darling."

So, I grabbed her zipper between my teeth and tried to unzip it. I have to admit, that it was a bit difficult first, but after a few tries it worked. After my success, Olivia let the dress fall to the floor revealing her beautiful body, naked, except for her sexy lingerie.