Hot Wives Club 1

The Hot Wives Club 1

Desirability Is Where It Starts

If was fun and as I understand it, my little club was never unique. Many women across the nation did exactly the same thing and so if there is a national club, it has many origins besides me. It's in every state, and cuckolding in all its variations even thrives internationally. My version of the club quickly took on the identity of each new woman leader and within a few years had many influential core representatives. I am certain many women did the same thing I did, training other wives, because cuckolding is so easily and organically duplicated. For many years I continued to hear rumors of new people it had touched. I continue to be amazed how it took on a life of its own.

You've never heard of a hot wife club? Of course you haven't. It's never advertised, promoted or talked about publicly. Identities are seriously guarded on the order of Jim's story about incest in CMHW #14. Cuckolding only spreads person to person to those who are ready for such a change. By the very nature of societal prejudice, this lifestyle garners utmost secrecy. Cuckolding thrives because it works so well for both the husband and the wife. Follow along and you'll learn exactly why that is and why "female led relationships" continues to grow in the shadows. Reader beware. This series is going to describe the psychology of cuckolding more than quick "get yourself off" sex stories.

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When I felt desirable again

As a person who has done a fair amount of marriage counseling, I'm going to make a statement that many of you might not want to hear...

It's very common for marriages or long term relationships to go sexually stale over time. Some loose their furor within a few months or years but most relationships get somewhat boring by the time they get to be ten years old. Here's the thing about what's left behind...

Deep and fulfilling eroticism requires a certain type of fertile ground to thrive. It needs something new; something surprising; something different; something taboo; something slightly or even quite dangerous; something illicit either socially or legally. Hot sex seems to need an edge.

Most people don't want to admit that but I think we all intuitively know it's true. So where does that leave the average couple in our society? It means the white hot feelings you once had early on in your relationship will eventually fade to mere memories, leaving the best of us with a vanilla version, albeit loving, of our initial excitement with each other. For others of us sex fades to a mere memory within a sexless marriage.

Mine was no exception. I loved my husband. We had good wholesome loving sex but it was no longer hot. That worried us both. We wanted more but didn't really think it was possible again.

Here's the most important thing we both learned. What made sex good was really not the physical part. It was the mental side where both of us were all worked up and trembling with desire...like we did when we were young and getting to know each other. "Hot" was sharing together "that deep sexual desire" pop that comes with the newness of it all. I want you to think about that...shared desire. It's the key to white hot sex. If you can rediscover that together it's like winning the lottery in your relationship. It matters little then what the trigger becomes to your shared desire. What matters is that you found it together again. I've been around many hot wife couples and without exception they value the intense desire they experience together over her trysts. She always values her hot sex with her husband more than the more superficial sex with her dates.

I can tell you this with utter confidence. My husband is extremely proud of me being a hot wife. He feels like the luckiest guy in the world. I feel like I'm the luckiest gal to have such a husband and someone to share such intense desire with. My dates rarely approach that kind of intensity with me. Instead a new guy is purely a physical attraction and as good as that can be, it easily gets old and shallow and the whole thing would loose its meaning if it wasn't for my husband and us getting so hot together about it all. The holy grail is therefore getting a shared hot desire back in the marriage.

Here's how that happened to us and why that became something my girlfriends wanted in their marriage too.

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I started a new job after years of raising kids, and my very handsome boss ten yrs younger started hitting on me. When my husband found out he made a significant decision to turn his jealousy into white hot eroticism. He told me he wanted me to pursue it, even fuck my boss, and we talked and talked about the outrageousness of it all. When I agreed, I reflexively sprung alive. Really alive. Like high school hormones alive. I started feeling wonderful and started glowing inside and out. My boss, Alex, increasingly made me light headed and unable to think of almost anything else but it was the constant sharing of it all with my husband that made my world "all things sexual."

I carefully considered how I looked to Alex while at work. I got expensive hair styling and coloring, beautiful new nails, new perfume, new make up, new clothes, and especially new lingerie almost every week. It was all so much fun as his seduction continued over the following year.

I worked the night shift with Alex 12-8am at a very upscale and well known corporation, in a huge artistically designed national office building, with plenty of hideaways for a secretive nightly rendezvous'.

His attention was addictive in every sense of the word and even his cologne intoxicated me. His touch set me on fire and I soon started craving it. Within a few short weeks I was doing everything I could to get him to cross that "work ethics line" and make his move. All of this, what I called a "dance," was shared with my husband every night just before I went to work. It got us both extremely hot and we experienced the best sex of our lives together...every night, for months.

The dance at work started in small ways. Slight touches on my arms and shoulders as Alex leaned into my work station helping me with my computer program. Then his touches started lingering a bit and his hand seemed hot no matter where he touched me. It all took on a new intensity one night when I inadvertently groaned when his hands landed on my tense shoulders. That got me a mini shoulder massage. From that moment on I learned how to encourage his advances with slight noises and that eventually progressed with... "that feels great! Please don't stop" or as he got more and more bolder... "Don't you dare stop!" That followed with lingering eye contacts and that led to my reciprocal touches to his arms and finally to his thighs as he sat next to me. This whole affair really was bested described as some type of dance between us. A delicious dance that progressed so slowly that neither of us had little or no reason to pull back. Quite the opposite. I loved how he started always pulling up a chair next to me allowing me to place a hand on his leg, each new time a little higher up his thigh until I could finally feel the edge of his hard cock. My whole world became an intoxicating anticipation of taking the next step into white hot sex with Alex.

To give you an idea how intense this was, I started getting so wet around him I had to be sure to wear panty pads to keep from soaking through my dresses. I remember going through six or more a night and being so amazed that my pads got so soaked that I could squeeze my juices out of them when I changed one. I literally had to go to the bathroom and get a new one after every time he visited me. What married woman in her late thirties ever gets to feel that way again? I didn't expect to. I started saving those soaked pads in my purse as gifts to my husband. Did he still like knowing about all this? Sure did. It was his suggestions and encouragements that egged me onward and made it all possible. You can read about it all in our CMHW series.

After weeks of this dance, our lingering eye contact turned into us both leaning in for our first kiss and it was absolutely electric! That continued for the next couple nights, each time with him pulling up a chair and my hand back on his leg. Until one time when his cock was pointing downwards and my hand landed right on top of it. A big smile crossed my face as I saw him immediately flush. We locked eyes as I felt it grow under my hand until I knew it was getting painful for him. So I started shifting it around until it was pointing upward like all hard-ons do.

That was the seminal moment. That was when he knew I wanted him and it was really ok to make his advance. Forget work that night. It seemed like all we did until morning was kiss. Most of the time I kept my hand on his cock and he kept his hand on my breast as we spent hours French kissing and fondling each other. I remember groaning as he tweaked my nipples while I rubbed his cock through his slacks. I wanted him to cum so badly. Right there in my work station with our tongues down each other's throats and both of us so close, I reached behind his head and forced him to not pull away as I aggressively stroked his cock. He tried to tell me to stop. He mumbled stop in my mouth but I only intensified my ministrations until I felt his nice sized cock surge over and over again. What a moment. His face was perspiring. He was panting and out of breath and kept saying holy fuck!! The best part... he had a huge 6" dark wet spot on his light gray pleated slacks and my hand was all wet with his cum. The pleats in his slacks were big enough that I could completely wrap my fingers around his dick and as I continued to milk the cum out of it, much of it poured through and on to my hand. (Found out later he started "going commando" when this all started to progress with me.) He was so embarrassed. Like a little boy embarrassed. So I did the only thing that seemed to make sense at the time and grabbed his jaw. Made him look at me while I licked my hand clean telling him how yummy he tasted. I still remember the look in his eyes as I did that. It was obviously something he never thought a woman would ever do for him and the import of that was not missed on me. He described it later as the hottest sex he had ever had and I realized at the time how much control I was going to have over him.

Our affair soon progressed to the hottest teasing I've ever had with a guy and that includes my husband Jim. The more I teased, the more I could assume full control of our sexual lives over the rest of the year. I made him beg for sex. We regularly left work and spent our mornings out side in his backyard covered pool. I learned to edge him for hours denying him orgasms until his balls looked swollen and painful. I drank a lot of his cum over those months. I loved it more than I ever thought I would. I started out not a fan of cum. Quite the contrary. However when you are as turned on as we were, cum easily becomes an acquired taste. Ladies... let me emphasize that point again. You need to be very turned on for that taste transformation. And I was always very turned on because I routinely forced him down on me first, giving me several orgasms before I ever went down on him. When I finally did, I'd get him so close to his orgasm only stop and make him go down on me again until I reached another peak. We could do this for hours until he begged like a little boy to let him cum. That's when I'd finally suck him to completion... when we were both high as a kite sexually.

We did this for months. Months!! And I never once let him fuck me. Why? Because he wanted to so badly and that denial gave me so much power over him. I knew instinctively that if we fucked, the dynamic would change. So instead, we took oral sex to some incredible heights.

Have you ever heard of snow balling? Well that is a game you play where the woman goes down on a guy, makes him cum in her mouth; she goes up and releases it all into his mouth; he goes down on her and tries to shoot it out of his mouth and into her vagina. It takes practice or you'll only get all his cum down your ass! Alex got good at it probably because it seemed so close to fucking and cumming inside me.

The quest to fuck me is what I came to realize was driving all of this intensity. He wanted to cum inside me. He knew I could get pregnant and getting me there would seal the deal. He could get me to leave my husband and marry him and I would be his. He learned my cycle. He knew my fertile days! And I swear, the chance of getting pregnant and me needing to leave my husband made our sexual lives so incredibly hot. White hot. Screaming hot. Obsessively mind control hot. And... believe it or not, that intensity translated equally well to sex with my husband. Yes it was dangerous but dangerous can be so damn hot.

I'm not sure, but I bet we did snow balling a hundred times. Maybe several hundred. I'm surprised to this day that I didn't get pregnant. I wasn't afraid to. I love babies and have always wanted more. (We've got another storyline about that in Swapping Fathers.) I fantasized about having his a lot. In fact, it was the primary sexual trigger for me during all of our sexual liaisons. Did my husband know that? Not really. He knew most of what was happening but I kept that private. My husband did want me to fuck him though. He obsessed over it. We fantasized about it almost everyday together and I would've except for my absolute fascination with the control I felt over my husband and Alex as they both obsessed over crossing that line. I didn't want to loose that. So... I drew the line with fucking.

Along the way we played a lot with his cum. It became "our thing." He loved looking at my mouth full of his stuff. Loved it when I opened my mouth and gargled with it or blew bubbles with it. And that, over time, led to me emptying it into his mouth and begging him to do the same, to play with it in his mouth and let me watch, but always, always with my hand on his cock stroking it. It drove him crazy. He would get so turned on he would shake and quiver. This was our game. I would say early on he would cum 2-3 times every morning and sometimes more often than that.

Over that summer we talked a lot about cocks. I told him in great detail why I loved them so much, of course all the while I was playing with his, stroking him right to the edge without going over. Our hottest conversations gradually became centered around me wanting to see him suck a cock and let a guy cum in his mouth. That scenario eventually became his erotic trigger too. I was surprised how easily I had turned him into a bisexual cock fantasy guy. Holy cow was that was such a turn on for me.

We fulfilled that fantasy a few times when I invited a guy I was fucking on the side to come over to his house one morning. He was a cop and you can read about him in CMHW #3.

I had met Craig at a nude beach with my husband Jim and he and I had become fuck buddies. Craig was more than willing to come over and make my boss Alex his sissy.

(Well it took some convincing but I learned I could get most guys to do almost anything I wanted if I asked them while edging them into a crazed state. This cop was a real macho guy and it was easy getting him excited about humiliating my boss in front of me.)

So one morning I arranged for Craig to stop by, silently watch us in the back yard as I got Alex hot and at my signal come into the pool area completely nude with a raging hard-on. I had Alex right on the edge fantasizing about sucking cocks when I told him I had found a friend to fulfill our fantasy. Because he had agreed to do it many times before, Alex started trembling in his excitement right on cue. I gave the signal and Craig walked in, stood over Alex, and I commanded him to now suck cock! Alex was shocked and didn't want to do it. I expected that and that's why I made sure he was so close to cumming I said, "If you don't suck this cock, it's over between us!" It was my Trump

Card. Alex had to obey. So I kept stroking him, keeping him on the edge until Craig shoved his huge cock in Alex's face and let him suck until he gushed his cum into Alex's mouth. I screamed, "Don't you dare swallow that! Go down and push it all into my pussy!" And Alex did it... still having not yet cum. When he was done emptying his mouth into me, I commanded him to sit back and watch Craig fuck me right there in front of him. It took awhile but I held on to Alex's cock until Craig came again inside me with massive groans. (Btw... Craig had a vasectomy so I always let him fuck me bareback.) I then ordered Alex to go down and clean me up as we 69'ed each other. It didn't take long and Alex came so much in my mouth I almost gagged on the sheer volume of his load.

We repeated this little scenario at least a half dozen times over the summer until Craig got bored with it. Alex never did. He learned to love the feel of a cock in his mouth and remains thankfully bisexual to this day.

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I've said very little about my husband in this story because the main point of it all was reactivating a woman's desire. The man's desire is always secondary to that. If you are interested you can read all about how my husband Jim felt about my escapades in his story line, "Creating My Hot Wife."

I'll say this. Once the affair started with Alex, I rarely ever cooked again at home. I never shopped for groceries, never did the dishes, cleaned the house or did the laundry. I also rarely did any clothes shopping either. Jim was happy to bring bags of hot items home for me to try on and then take back what I didn't want. He was happy to do everything for me even without being asked, let alone be ordered to serve me in this way. I loved him for that. I just tried to appreciate all he did for me and reassure him of my love. Humiliating him in a cuckold way was just not my turn on even though it clearly would've been his. The furthest I would take it was sometimes ignoring him when I would come home exhausted after an entire evening of hot sex with some guy. The house would always be spotless. The laundry would be all done and neatly folded as I liked it and Jim would be salivating with sexual anticipation as I walked through the door. For some reason, there were times I would tell him I was too tired for sex or to even talking about what happened that night. (I would of course the following day.) Instead, sometimes I would let him go down on me and clean up all the cum in and around my vagina, making me cum one last time before I rolled over and fell asleep.

Was all that cruel? Jim didn't think so. He constantly pushed me into new sexual liaisons. Seriously. Jim was very very happy with our shared hot wife experiences. To this day he claims it was the best times of our marriage.

So where was the harm there? Plenty of guys got regular sex from me and Jim lived in a constant state of sexual arousal believing I was the sexiest woman alive and that's not hyperbole.

Jim would have his day too. We eventually got into swinging and we both fucked so many people we lost count early on in the first year. That later led to many serious polyamorous relationships, babies and even got me into several wonderful years as an escort. But all that is a bunch of other stories. What I'm trying to convey here is what it's like to re-ignite sexual desire and where that can take a marriage.

And that finally brings me to my little club... three other wives with stale marriages at best and several on the brink of divorce. All four of our marriages were transformed into enormous sexual bliss. All four survived until this day. Their stories became a huge extension of my story and I'm so very proud of the road we traveled together.

What's the next story? Well it's how it all began with these women and the tsunami that ensued.

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