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MY HUSBAND SHARED HIS HOTWIFE: A First-Time Cuckold Wife-Sharing Fantasy

He gave me the red panties. Then he gave me to another man.

It started with red lace. I am forty-one. Derek is forty-five. We survived twenty years of marriage, two kids, and a mortgage. We looked perfect from the street. Our bedroom was dead.

I found the panties in my drawer on our anniversary. The note was brief.

“Wear these tonight.”

I touched the cheap silk. I wondered if my husband possessed a secret fetish.

Dinner cleared that up.

“How would you feel about wearing those for someone else?”

I swallowed my food hard.

“Excuse me?”

Derek leaned across the table. His pupils were blown wide. “I want you to take a lover.”

I stared at him. I measured his sanity. “Did you hit your head?”

His chest rumbled with a laugh. “I want to know another man has you. I want every detail. And eventually, I want to watch.”

My pulse jumped at the base of my throat. I swallowed wine. The alcohol burned going down.

“A hotwife.”

Derek gripped his fork. “Yes. I want to hear everything first. Then, when you are ready, I want to be in the room.”

Heat flooded my core. I felt dampness pool in my underwear. I looked at my husband of twenty years and saw a submissive voyeur. The power shift tasted like copper on my tongue. I liked it.

“We do it my way.” I placed my glass on the wood. “No amateurs.”

Derek smiled. His teeth flashed white. “I know a guy.”

I sat at the hotel bar a week later. My dress stopped mid-thigh. I dragged my fingernail through the condensation on my gin glass. My core ached with a heavy, wet throb. I waited for the man my husband had chosen.

Alex walked in. He ruined the air in the room. He was a massive, tailored predator. He tracked straight to my stool.

“Natalie?”

I nodded. My mouth went dry. “Alex.”

He took the stool next to mine. He smelled like expensive wood and sweat. His knee brushed my thigh. The contact sent a jolt straight to between my legs.

“Derek undersold you.” His eyes dragged down to my breasts.

My nipples tightened against the silk of my bra. “What did my husband say?”

Alex invaded my space. His breath grazed my earlobe. “He said you need a hard fuck.”

I gasped. The blunt filth hit me like a slap. “He is usually polite.”

Alex grabbed the check. “I strip the polite away. Let us go upstairs.”

My thighs slipped together. They were slick with my own wetness. Derek was pacing our bedroom at home right now. He wanted this. He needed me to take this huge stranger.

“Lead the way.” I stood up.

We walked to the elevator. His large palm flattened against the base of my spine. The metal doors shut us in.

“You can still back out.”

I grabbed his silk tie. I yanked his face down. I shoved my tongue past his teeth. He tasted like scotch and danger. I rubbed my breasts against his solid chest.

I pulled back. We both pulled oxygen.

“Does that answer your question?”

He shoved me against the wall. “We are going to ruin you.”

The elevator dinged. We walked down the hall and entered the room. The door clicked shut. I stood in the center of the plush carpet. Alex removed his jacket. He rolled his shoulders.

“Do we play a game first?” My voice shook.

He tossed the jacket on a chair. “Tell me what you want.”

I watched his hands. I wanted him to rip the dress off me. I wanted him to split me open.

“I am not sure.”

He closed the distance between us. “I will tell you what I want.” He gripped my hips. “I want to taste you. I want to make you shake.”

My knees gave out slightly. He held me up. He shoved his thigh between my legs. I rode the hard muscle through my dress. My mind flashed to Derek waiting at home. He would lose his mind over the sheer physical difference between them.

“I want to fuck his name out of your head.”

I let out a pathetic, needy whine.

He crashed his mouth over mine. I bit his lower lip. I tasted a drop of blood. He spun me around. His knuckles dragged down my spine. The zipper of my dress gave way. The fabric pooled at my heels.

I stood in Derek’s red panties.

Alex stepped back. His breath hitched. “Fuck.”

His rough palms mapped my ribs. He cupped my breasts. His thumbs flicked my hard nipples. One hand slid down my stomach. He hooked a finger beneath the red lace.

“You wore these for me.”

“My husband bought them.”

He laughed. The sound vibrated against my back. “I will send him a thank you note.” He gripped the thin fabric. “They are in the way.”

He stripped them down my legs. The cool air hit my wet core. He pushed me toward the mattress.

I hit the mattress. The springs bounced. Alex unbuttoned his shirt. He moved with lethal grace. His chest was covered in thick muscle and a light dusting of dark hair.

“You live at the gym.”

He threw the shirt aside. “I stay active.”

He crawled onto the bed. He hovered over my naked body. His eyes devoured me. I felt like raw meat. I spread my thighs wider. I wanted him to see how wet I was for him. I wanted Derek to know I opened immediately.

Alex buried his face between my legs.

His tongue lashed exactly over my clit. I screamed. I arched my spine off the sheets. He pinned my hips down with heavy hands. He ate me with violent, greedy focus. My husband never ate me like this. Derek was careful. Alex was starving.

I pictured Derek sitting in his study. He was probably stroking his cock. He was waiting for my report. The mental image of my husband’s submission broke me.

I climaxed hard. My nails dug into the sheets. I sobbed his name.

Alex dragged his wet mouth up my stomach. He tasted like my arousal. “Ready for the real thing?”

His cock pressed against my thigh. It felt like a baseball bat. “Fuck me.”

He grabbed a foil packet from the nightstand. He rolled the latex down his massive length. He lined up with my entrance.

“Last chance.”

I wrapped my ankles around his waist. I dug my heels into his lower back. “Put it in.”

He breached me. My body burned around the stretch. It was brutal and perfect. I gasped for air. He filled every hollow inch inside me. I measured his girth against my husband’s. Alex owned me. Derek had handed me over to a superior machine.

He began to pump. The skin-on-skin slap echoed in the room. I took the pounding. My breasts bounced with every violent thrust.

“Harder.” I clawed his shoulders. “More.”

He slammed his pelvis against mine. “You like that?”

I lost the ability to form words. I just babbled filthy nonsense. His thumb found my clit. He pressed down hard. The secondary friction destroyed my limits. I exploded around his cock. My inner muscles clamped down on him.

He grunted like an animal. He shot his load deep inside the latex. He collapsed on top of me. His dead weight crushed the breath out of my lungs. I loved it.

He rolled off me a minute later. The cold air bit my sweaty skin.

“Your husband did well.”

I grabbed my phone. My hands shook. I dialed Derek’s number.

He answered instantly. “Tell me.”

His voice trembled. He was begging for scraps. I looked at the giant man lying naked next to me. I looked at the wet patch we left on the sheets.

“He split me in half.”

Derek whimpered on the other end of the line. “Tell me you are not done.”

I met Alex’s eyes. He smirked. He grabbed my breast.

“I am staying for round two.”

I hung up the phone. I did not wait for his answer.

Alex studied my face for one second. “Still yes?”

I got on my hands and knees. “Yes.”

Alex pulled me onto my hands and knees. Derek never took me like this. Derek liked the lights off. Derek liked the missionary position.

Alex shoved inside me from behind. The new angle hit an agonizingly deep spot. I collapsed onto my elbows. I stuck my ass higher in the air.

“Take it.” He gripped my hips. He used me like a piece of equipment.

I pictured my husband listening to the dead phone line. I squeezed my inner muscles around Alex’s thick cock. I wanted to drain him dry. I came again. He followed seconds later with a roar.

I unlocked my front door at dawn. My legs shook. My core throbbed with a dull, heavy ache. Derek stood in the center of our bedroom. He wore pajama pants. The fabric tented over his erection.

“Tell me everything.”

I walked over to him. I did not wash Alex off me. I smelled like sex and strange cologne. I told him the exact measurements of his proxy. I told him how hard I screamed.

Derek’s eyes rolled back slightly. He shoved his hand down his pants.

I pushed him backward onto the mattress. “I am not finished.”

I straddled his hips. I rode my husband while I tasted another man’s sweat on my lips.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. We had sex constantly. Derek fed off my corruption.

We lay in bed on a Sunday.

“We need someone new.” He traced my collarbone.

I rolled onto my side. “Who?”

He grabbed his phone. He pulled up a lifestyle website. We built a profile. We demanded a large man. We demanded rough use.

Marcus answered. He was a personal trainer. He looked carved from dark stone.

We met Marcus at an upscale hotel bar. I wore a tight black dress. Derek gripped my hand tight.

“He will love you.”

Marcus stood up from a booth. He flashed a perfect smile.

“Natalie. Derek.”

We drank two rounds of cocktails. Marcus projected absolute authority. I fed off his dark energy. I wanted him to break me in front of my husband.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” Marcus locked eyes with me.

I looked at Derek. He nodded fast.

“Lead the way.”

We rode the elevator in silence. I stood between the two men. Marcus brushed his knuckles against my spine. The spark hit my core immediately.

The hotel room door clicked shut. Marcus grabbed the back of my neck. He smashed his mouth over mine. His tongue dominated my mouth.

Derek retreated to a chair in the corner. He breathed heavy.

Marcus grabbed the zipper of my black dress. He dragged it down. The fabric fell away. I stood in black lace lingerie.

Derek inhaled sharply from his chair.

Marcus stepped back. He assessed my body. “You are beautiful.”

I grabbed his shirt collar. “Take this off.”

I ripped his buttons open. His chest was solid stone. I flattened my palms against his hot skin. He dragged my hips flush against his groin. His erection pressed hard against my stomach. He bit my neck.

“Tell me what you want.”

I looked over his shoulder. I locked eyes with my husband. Derek clutched his own crotch. He needed me to command this stranger.

“Fuck me.” I kept my eyes on Derek. “Hard.”

Marcus laughed against my collarbone. “As you wish.”

He scooped me up. He threw me onto the mattress.

I bounced against the hotel sheets. Marcus crawled over me. His large hands mapped my curves. He buried his face in my neck. His teeth grazed my collarbone. He sucked my left nipple into his hot mouth. I arched my spine.

I rolled my head to the side. I found Derek in the corner. He stared at Marcus’s dark head against my pale breast.

“Do you like this?” I pushed my chest higher into Marcus’s mouth.

Derek squeezed his cock through his pants. “Yes. You look incredibly sexy.”

Marcus lifted his head. He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. “She tastes incredible.”

He shoved my thighs apart. He dragged his tongue straight down my stomach. He fastened his mouth over my clit.

I shrieked. I clawed at the bedsheets. Marcus flicked his tongue with mechanical, brutal speed. He knew exactly how to dismantle a woman.

I watched my husband from the corner of my eye. Derek leaned forward in his chair. He fed on my destruction.

Marcus shoved two thick fingers inside me. He curled them up against my front wall. The double assault broke my control.

I shattered. My hips bucked against his mouth.

Marcus did not give me a second to breathe. He crawled up my body. He settled his heavy weight between my spread legs. The thick head of his cock bumped against my wet entrance.

“Are you ready?” He pressed down.

I nodded mute agreement.

He tore open a condom and rolled it down with quick, practiced hands. He drove inside me. I choked on a gasp. He was huge. He stretched me past the point of comfort. He filled every hollow space Alex left behind.

“Fuck.” Marcus paused at the hilt. “You grip me tight.”

I hooked my ankles behind his thick neck. He began to pound into me. I turned my face toward the corner. Derek stared at the penetration.

“Take it out.” I pointed at my husband’s crotch. “I want to watch you stroke it.”

Derek shoved his pants down his thighs. He wrapped his fist around his hard erection. He pumped himself.

I took Marcus’s heavy thrusts. I watched my husband touch himself for another man’s performance. The dirty thrill of it sent a new wave of arousal straight to my core.

“Yes.” I dug my nails into Marcus’s shoulders. “Right there.”

Marcus slammed his hips against mine. He slipped his thumb between our bodies. He mashed my clit.

“Come on my cock.” His voice vibrated against my cheek.

I clamped down around his thick shaft. I climaxed violently. I screamed out loud. Derek groaned from the corner. His hand pumped faster. Marcus roared and spent himself into the latex. The three of us crashed together in the hotel room.

Marcus collapsed on my chest. We sucked air into our lungs.

“That worked.” I patted his sweaty back.

Derek stood up from the chair. He walked to the edge of the bed. He pressed a soft kiss to my sweaty lips.

Marcus rolled off me. He grabbed a towel. He walked into the bathroom. The door clicked shut.

Derek sat on the mattress. “Was it good?”

I grabbed the back of Derek’s neck. I dragged his mouth down to mine. I tasted Marcus’s sweat on my own lips.

“I loved it.” I dragged my palm down Derek’s chest. “But watching you watch us was better.”

I wrapped my fingers around Derek’s stiff cock. The bathroom door opened.

Marcus stood in the doorway. He smirked.

“Got room for me?”

I looked at Derek’s hungry eyes.

“Always.” I grabbed both men.

The sun hit my face the next morning. My inner thighs burned. I rolled over. Derek watched me from his pillow.

“Good morning.” He kissed my jaw.

I stretched my sore legs. “I feel destroyed.”

Derek dragged his hand over my bare hip. “We need to do this again.”

We spent months collecting men. James flew me to New York. Tyson wrecked my walking gait for three days. We had disasters too. Brad wanted to fuck my husband. I bumped into my old high school enemy at a hotel bar while meeting a stranger. We kept going. Our bedroom at home caught fire.

Summer arrived. We sat in the backyard on a Sunday. Derek rubbed his thumb against my bare thigh.

“I want to change the rules.”

I drank my mimosa. “Tell me.”

He stared at his glass. “I want to fuck you at the same time as another man.”

I coughed on my drink. “You want a threesome?”

He nodded. The tips of his ears turned red. “Watching is great. But I want to be inside you while another guy touches you.”

I set the glass on the patio table. I looked at my husband. He was handing over the last piece of our marriage’s exclusivity.

“I want that.” I grinned at him.

We texted Marcus that night.

We booked another hotel room a week later. Marcus stood by the bed. Derek stood right next to him.

Marcus bent down. He kissed my neck. Derek grabbed my jaw. He shoved his tongue into my mouth. The double contact short-circuited my brain. Marcus slid two fingers deep inside my wet core. Derek pinched my right nipple hard.

“She is drenched.” Marcus dragged his fingers against my G-spot.

Derek broke the kiss. He looked at my shiny, wet lips. “Taste her.”

They moved with coordinated intent. Marcus shoved me flat against the mattress. Derek knelt between my spread legs. Marcus straddled my ribcage.

Derek buried his mouth against my clit. I bucked my hips upward. Marcus pushed his thick, hard cock against my lips. I opened wide. I swallowed him.

My husband ate my pussy. Another man shoved his dick down my throat. The sounds of wet skin and low groans filled the room.

Derek pulled his mouth away. I let out a frustrated whine.

“I need inside.” Derek lined his hard cock up with my entrance.

Marcus pulled out of my mouth. He knelt beside my right arm.

Derek pushed inside me. He filled me completely.

“Fuck.” He rested his forehead against my shoulder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. I turned my head. I opened my mouth for Marcus. He shoved his cock back between my teeth.

Derek started to pump. He pounded my wet core. I sucked Marcus’s thick shaft.

“I am close.” Derek gritted his teeth.

Marcus pulled out of my mouth. He grabbed his own cock. His fist pumped fast. “Me too.”

Derek found my clit with his thumb. He pressed down hard. I exploded. My spine bowed off the mattress. Derek groaned loud. He pulsed his load deep inside me. Marcus grunted. Hot streaks of his semen hit my breasts and stomach.

We collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat.

“That worked.” I breathed hard.

Derek kissed my nose.

Marcus grabbed a white hotel towel. He wiped my stomach clean. “You two are crazy.”

We coasted on that high for weeks. We stayed in bed on a Saturday morning.

Derek traced a circle on my stomach. “I have another idea.”

I rolled my eyes. “What now?”

He kissed my shoulder. “What about another woman?”

I blinked at the ceiling. “You want a girl in our bed?”

He nodded. “I want to watch you taste a woman.”

I laughed. The visual flashed hot in my mind. “Who?”

Derek smirked. “Sarah from your yoga studio.”

My jaw unhinged. Sarah had impossible legs and perfect breasts. “Are you serious?”

He nodded again. “We talked in the parking lot. She has an open marriage. She wants you.”

I sat up. The sheet pooled at my waist. “Set it up.”

We met Sarah for drinks the next weekend. I wore a tight black dress and red heels. Sarah wore a tiny green dress. She looked like a predator.

She sat opposite me in the booth. Her eyes tracked straight down to my cleavage. We drank wine. The heat between us felt thick and heavy.

Sarah leaned across the table. “Let us go to the room.”

We paid the check. We walked to the hotel elevator.

The room door shut. Sarah walked straight up to me. She grabbed my jaw. She kissed me.

Her mouth felt softer than a man’s. She tasted like expensive red wine. I grabbed her waist. I pulled her hips flush against mine. Derek sucked in a harsh breath behind us.

Sarah broke the kiss. “Let us give him a show.”

She shoved me backward onto the bed. She crawled on top of me. She straddled my hips. She kissed me hard. Her tongue invaded my mouth.

I looked right. Derek sat in a chair. He watched two women tear into each other on his bed.

Sarah dragged the zipper of my dress down. She stripped the fabric off my shoulders. “You are flawless.”

She dropped her head. Her hot mouth closed over my nipple.

I gasped. I grabbed her hair. She sucked the sensitive peak hard. She bit down lightly. Her free hand squeezed my other breast. I bucked my hips upward against her thigh.

“Hold still.” She laughed against my skin.

She dragged her wet mouth down my stomach. She hooked her fingers into my panties. She ripped them down my legs and threw them on the floor.

She knelt between my spread thighs. Her hot breath ghosted over my wet slit. She buried her face in my crotch.

I screamed. Her tongue worked fast and sharp. She flicked my clit with brutal precision. I looked at my husband. Derek stroked his cock fast through his pants.

Sarah shoved two fingers deep inside me. She curled them against my front wall. I shattered instantly. My body shook violently against the sheets.

Sarah crawled back up my chest. She kissed my mouth. I tasted my own wetness on her tongue.

I grabbed her shoulders. I rolled us over. I pinned her back against the mattress.

“My turn.” I pushed her legs apart.

I looked at Derek in the corner. “Do you like this?”

He nodded fast. “Do not stop.”

I dropped my head between Sarah’s thighs.

We stayed high on the Sarah encounter for weeks. We sat on the couch on a Sunday.

Derek rubbed my thigh. “I want to swap completely.”

I looked at him. “A couples swap?”

He nodded. “I want to fuck another woman while you fuck her husband.”

“Who?”

Derek grinned. “Tom and Lisa from the gym.”

My mouth fell open. Tom was built like a tank. Lisa had a perfect yoga body. “They want this?”

“Tom brought it up in the locker room.”

I thought about Tom’s massive chest pressing me down. I thought about Derek buried inside Lisa. “Let us do it.”

We met them for dinner. I wore a low cut red dress. Tom wore a tight shirt. Lisa wore black.

We sat in a booth. Tom stared at my breasts all night. Lisa rubbed her foot against Derek’s leg under the table.

Lisa leaned forward over her empty plate. “Let us skip dessert.”

We went straight to a hotel room. The door locked.

Tom grabbed my waist. He shoved his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back hard. I looked past his thick shoulder. Derek already had his hands tangled in Lisa’s hair.

Tom broke the kiss. “Let us show them how it is done.”

He pushed me backward onto the first bed. He crawled over me. He kissed my neck. I looked at the other bed. Derek pinned Lisa down. My husband kissed another woman with brutal intent. My wetness soaked my panties instantly.

Tom ripped the zipper of my red dress down. He dragged it off my shoulders. He sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I arched my back. I grabbed his massive biceps. He bit my breast lightly. I moaned out loud.

He dragged my panties down my legs. He buried his face in my crotch. He ate me with violent, wet slurps. I turned my head. Lisa straddled Derek’s face. My husband ate another woman’s pussy three feet away from me.

Tom shoved two thick fingers inside me. I screamed and came hard.

He crawled up my body. He rolled a condom over his thick cock. He pushed inside my wet entrance.

“Fuck.” He stopped at the hilt.

I wrapped my legs around his thick waist. He started to pound me. I looked at the other bed. Derek stood behind Lisa. He slammed his hips into her from behind. Lisa gripped the headboard.

The sight of my husband destroying another woman pushed me over the edge. I dug my nails into Tom’s back.

“Harder.” I begged him.

Tom rubbed my clit with his thumb. I climaxed again. I screamed loud. Tom grunted and shot his load into the latex.

Derek roared from the other bed. Lisa cried out loud.

We collapsed on the hotel sheets. Lisa started to laugh. We all laughed in the dark.

The fifth anniversary arrived. I expected a quiet dinner.

Derek pushed a wrapped box across the table. “Happy anniversary.”

I tore the paper. A blindfold and a hotel key sat in the box. “Kinky hotel sex.” I touched the heavy metal key.

“This is just the beginning.” He pulled me against his chest.

The hotel elevator shot to the top floor. The suite had floor to ceiling windows. A gift basket sat on the mattress. It held thick toys, lube, and a leather collar.

“What is this?” I picked up a massive black vibrator.

“You are the star tonight.” Derek grabbed my waist from behind.

Someone knocked on the suite door.

“Put this on.” Derek pointed to the bathroom. A garment bag hung on the door.

I walked into the tile room. I unzipped the plastic. I pulled out black lace and thick straps. I strapped myself into the lingerie. Heavy voices echoed through the wood door.

I stepped out. My breath hitched.

Marcus lounged on the sofa. Sarah stood by the glass. Tom and Lisa smiled at me from the wet bar. Two strangers sat in the armchairs.

“Surprise.” Derek handed me a flute of champagne.

Sarah crossed the carpet. She kissed my mouth hard. “Ready to party?”

We drank the alcohol. The room felt hot and dangerous. Marcus stepped behind my back. His large hands locked around my waist.

“I missed you.” His teeth scraped my ear.

I looked at Derek across the room. He gave me a sharp nod.

I turned around. I dragged Marcus down by his shirt collar. I shoved my tongue past his teeth.

The room erupted. Sarah and Lisa boxed me in. Their soft breasts crushed against my ribs. Tom reached around from behind. He grabbed my breasts in his heavy palms. The two strangers started fucking loudly on the couch.

We moved to the massive bed. I lay flat on my back. Marcus buried his face between my wet thighs. Sarah straddled my chest. She lowered her dripping pussy directly onto my mouth. I ate her while Marcus destroyed my clit with his tongue. Lisa moaned into the pillows nearby.

The mattress sank. Derek knelt next to my hip. His cock stood straight up from his groin.

“Having fun?” He stroked my hair.

I whined against Sarah’s wet thigh.

“Who wants to help me?” Derek looked at the men in the room. “Let us ruin my wife.”

Marcus shoved his thick cock inside me. He stretched me wide. Tom stood over my head. I opened my jaw. I took his massive cock down my throat.

They rotated like a machine. They fucked every hole. I lost track of my violent orgasms. Derek watched his wife take a gangbang. He stroked his own cock while they passed my body around.

Derek stepped in for the final round. He shoved the other men back. He knelt between my shaking legs. He drove his cock deep into my ruined core.

“I love you.” I choked on a sob.

“I love you.” He slammed his hips down. “Come for me.”

I arched my spine off the wet sheets. I screamed out a massive climax. Derek buried himself to the hilt. He shot his hot load deep inside me.

The guests left the suite quietly.

Derek pulled my sweaty body against his chest. He kissed my forehead.

“Was it good?” His voice shook.

I pressed my face into his neck. “It was perfect.”

He smiled. “I never thought we would end up here.”

“Me neither.” I traced a line down his chest.

He grabbed my hand. “Can you take one more?”

I dragged my lips across his jaw. “Always.”

THE END

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