My Transformation. A New Hot Wife

My transformation. A new hot wife's point of view

I wake up with a knot imbedded in the pit of my stomach, thinking about what was planned. I'm nervous, really nervous, to the extent I can't eat anything in fear I might throw up. Walking to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror, as I try to calm down. It's been so long, 28 years to be exact, that I've been with someone besides my husband Eric.

I've known for a long time Eric wanted this, although in the beginning I thought it was just pillow talk to spice things up. He even started asking me about my old boyfriend, the only other guy I had sex with other than a one night stand I still haven't told him about. Wanting to hear all about what we did together, he always gets excited when I tell him things.

Throughout the many years he tried numerous times to convince me to try something. Every time I crushed his dreams by saying I couldn't or changed the subject. It's not like I didn't think about it, what woman doesn't, but it's just a fantasy. Im a happily married woman with kids, but with him making suggestions all the time about it definitely made me wonder. So here I am now pondering the fact that I'm not only going to have sex with another man today, but perform it in front of the man I made my vows to. I'm conflicted because on one hand it's nerve wracking, and yet I'm also excited about it at the same time.

There was actually a couple reasons I finally gave in and decided to try something. First and foremost was the devastating diagnosis of cancer I received which made me think long and hard about my life. Second I was a middle aged woman now, with very limited sexual experiences, as I missed out trying different things in my youth. Third, our sex had become routine and my husband kept bestowing the opportunity way too many times not to be serious about it. We'd role-play about it all the time, and it was exciting for me. We'd pretend he was someone else, and I'd close my eyes and imagine it being someone from work, or a guy I saw at the mall. He then started asking questions about who I'd fuck. Telling him it was a toss up between Brad Pitt and George Clooney, he said it had to be someone I actually knew or at least seen. He actually got me to confess that his brother Jim, and his sisters husband Steve were both hot, and we then role played them both doing me in a threesome. The sex was always hotter when we did this, and I thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy.

So finally one night after he brought it up once again, I gave in and told him I'd try, his relentless pursuit finally wearing me down. Over the top excited, he immediately started searching, going on Craigslist personals because we decided it couldn't be with someone we knew. He found an experienced guy named Mike, and set up a bogas email address we could both access. We chatted for a while, and set up a meet and greet at a bar, to see if we all had a connection. Going into it we all knew nothing was going to happen that night, but I was still on edge. Once he arrived it triggered so many emotions I haven't felt in a long time. I was nervous, excited, worried and aroused all at the same time. The underlying reason we were there was on my mind the entire time. At times I was thinking this is wrong, I have a husband and kids, and a fairly happy life. At other moments I'd catch myself thinking what it would be like to actually fuck this guy. Mike's playful flirting and touching getting me riled up with anticipation for what could be. Tormenting myself between the prospect of him pleasuring my body, and worrying how this might ruin our marriage, I was torn in all directions feeling frazzled. It wasn't until after he left and we went home and talked about it did I come to any conclusion. Eric was so excited, not only for himself but for me as well. He told me he still wanted to do this, and not only encouraged me, but practically begged me. We ended the night making love, and boy was it hot. After telling him yes he ravaged me like never before, his thrill and excitement surprising me.

My husband already at work, I shower and start to prepare myself, meticulously shaving and fixing my hair and makeup. The whole day I fretted, wondering if I was doing the right thing. Eric got home about an hour before we were going to meet him. His over the top excitement for what was going to happen actually putting my mind at ease.

Eric knowing the drive there was agonizing for me, putting his hand on my leg trying to comfort me. Telling me to try and calm down, that everything will be just fine, he tells me to do whatever I want, to do what just comes naturally and to pretend he wasn't there. About half way there Mike sends a text with the room number, as I read it out loud. Now I know it's really happening. Soon we arrived and pull into the parking lot, getting out he holds my hand, giving it a squeeze as we walk up the stairs to the room. Finding his room number he knocks, and Mike opens the door in just a pair of tight briefs, inviting us in. At first glance I can tell this man has a lot to offer, his bulge being very impressive! Saying he's only got an hour, he's eager to get things started, leading me to the side of the bed as my husband takes a seat in a chair by the door. As he starts kissing me our hands find each other's body, holding his hips nervously as I know my husband's watching our every move. Everything about him is so different than I'm used to, he's taller, having broad shoulders and a muscular hairy chest. His arms are toned nicely, with big strong hands that dominantly start roaming my body. As we make out he's squeezing and groping me, I leave my hands on his hips for a while letting him be the aggressor. Then his hands move up to my shoulders gently pushing downward, giving me a hint to what he wants. Submitting to his request I drop to my knees in front of him. I know I'm supposed to be pretending he's not there, but I can't help glancing over at him. Giving me a satisfying smile while rubbing himself through his jeans, I realize Eric is in his glory.

Saying I'm very nervous at the moment is an understatement. After telling Eric so many times I couldn't do what he wanted me to, here I am in a motel room with this new man in front of me. Almost naked with a bulge in his shorts waiting for me, I turn my attention back to Mike and reach out for his underwear. As I slip my thumbs under the waist band, a sudden urge comes over me to see what's underneath those tight shorts. Carefully I begin to slowly draw them down, having to pull outwards to untangle him. Out flops his perfectly sculpted piece of meat, enormously big compared to what I'm used to. This man is well endowed, both in thickness as well as a length, with a hefty ball sack dangling down behind. I study its grand appearance for a few seconds before realizing there's only one reason I'm down here, and take a gulp as I reach out and take ahold of it. Even in its semi flaccid state, my fingers barely touch as I wrap them around it. As I begin to fondle him, he starts to firm up and swell before my eyes, enlarging even further. As I continue I can feel his powerful member stretching my fingers apart, as it now becomes rigid and stands outwards as a towering object of delight.

His rigid cock felt so powerful as I ran my hand over the veiny flesh, lightly gripping it. I let my hand run up and down its length scooting in closer, I look up at him as I open my mouth and run my tongue around the ridge of his plump head. He looks away and closes his eyes as I let his head pass my parted lips as I continue to stroke his shaft. Letting my lips ripple over him I slide my hand down his long shaft and find his balls, his hefty sac fills my hand as I start fondling them. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I realize I'm not going to be able to take it fully in, his thick eight inches would choke me. As I work on him I try to relax, but I'm still so nervous I can't. I think about Eric watching all of this, seeing me suck another guys cock for the first time. He hasn't said a word, and I can't get myself to look over at him yet. I continue working him, telling from his moans he's enjoying this, looking up at him every once in a while to make eye contact. I wonder how far this is going to go, is he going to cum in my mouth or save himself for my pussy. Suddenly he pulls away, reaching down and pulling me up off my knees.

Standing up we embrace in another kiss, as he guides me to sit on the bed while starting to undress me. My heart feels like it's going to pound out of my chest as he removes my top, pulling it up over my head with one quick pull. My lower region now tingles as he finishes stripping me down to my panties and bra.

I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about making love to another man, everyone has fantasies. But if you told me a this was gonna happen I would have never believed it. What I find even more shocking is the intrigue and lust I'm feeling. I guess it's true everything turns routine, after being with the same man for so very long. With that spark of sexual desire flourishing within me now, I realize I'm entranced by the overwhelming feeling of being desired again, consuming me with anticipation to be taken by him. I have to keep reminding myself is just sex, that we're here to fulfill a fantasy, but for me there's an emotional twist. It's not love, but a bonding of sorts when I offer my body to someone, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something right now. I wasn't expecting this, originally doing all this for my husband's enjoyment, but now I'm realizing all the benefits. It all brings me back to my younger years, the suspense of what's about to happen next, driving me insane like an addiction.

Thinking back the journey was a quick courtship up to this moment, collimating to this very second. Sexting and exchanging suggestive emails, we met, had drinks and got to know each other. We also discussed what we like, expected, and wanted from the experience. All bringing back butterflies in my stomach I haven't felt for so long. We then met at a bar where we all got to know each other, having drinks and discussing details. After a couple days, we finally set up a rendezvous at this motel, where we're all now at, getting ready to turn this into a reality for everyone. It was a whirlwind couple of weeks, full of excitement and intrigue.

Soon he has my bra unclasped lowering it until my perky b-cups with erect nipples are exposed. Fondling them he leans down and suckles one before reaching for my panties. Wrapping his fingers under the band, with one quick tug they fall to the floor, as I step out of them now completely naked.

The rush of cool air against my warm, moist, shaven pussy makes me shiver. He then lays me back onto the bed as I scoot up and lay down. Stopping to put a condom on, he stretches it over himself, and climbs up onto the bed with me spreading my legs. I felt so exposed and yet so turned on as I watch his eyes light up as he studied my pussy. Now on my back with Mike hovering over me, I try to concentrate on the task at hand. His big hands cover my breasts, squeezing them as his thumbs roll over my firm nipples getting them tingle with excitement. As he settles in between my legs, he leans in to kiss me as I loose my line of site with Eric. As nervous and apprehensive as I am, I'm also anxious and excited for him to sink himself inside me and feel his cock buried deep inside my fiery walls. As we continue kissing I know I'm seconds away from being fucked by him. At this point I know there's no turning back as I close my eyes, hoping this doesn't change anything in our relationship.

Breaking from our kiss, he reaches down and grabs his cock and presses the tip against me, as it swirls around my anxious swollen opening. Slowly gliding it around he finds my clit, as I shudder from the teasing, a sudden rush of adrenaline running through me. Gently I feel him guide himself between my lips, slowly expanding my opening and penetrating me. He starts out very slow, gradually inserting himself into me, as I feel him press further into me. My wetness coats his cock as I feel him push and sink further into me, stretching my vagina. The feeling of fullness starts to overwhelm me as my inner walls expand around him.

As I wonder what my husband must be thinking, he starts to pump, nice long strides going deeper with each push. Expanding me and quickly achieving uncharted territory within me my husband doesn't reach, It feels so good and stimulating as I lay there. Now fully penetrating me his groin bumps against me with each thrust, as I feel the impulses of my clit starting to throb and respond. At this point I loose my inhibitions and find myself in a cohesive tempo with him, our body's moving as one as I start enjoying what he's doing to me. The heat of his body radiates off him, onto mine as his body smothers me. My fears now diminish as my body becomes engrossed by the sensation of him inside me, quickly stimulating all my senses beyond belief.

As his prolonged endurance and steady pace continues I feel myself getting wetter and more riled by the second. Again I try to relax and forget my husbands watching, letting him do his thing to me. Laying there enjoying the experience, I suddenly feel myself at the threshold of bliss. My body tingles from head to toe as a mild yet fulfilling climax starts washing through me, consuming my entire body. Although it's not the gushing kind, It's still pretty mind blowing. It definitely feels different, I feel fuller and stretched wider by his thick long cock. Repositioning my legs even wider to maximize the effect, makes the deeper penetration more stimulating than I'm used to. As I lay there letting the pleasure courses through me, we lock eyes as he watches me enjoy the fruits of his labor. He doesn't stop as my sexual high slowly starts to fade, spoiled from his skill and talent. I'm already relishing the thought of feeling another, never experiencing multiple orgasms from a cock before.

Impaling me now at an impressive pace, his ridged shaft and plump head pistons away, still driving me wild. The feeling of motion and expansion within the depths he's able to reach gives me a new appreciation for what a larger cock can do for me. Relentless and determined he continues, his stamina and energy far exceeding my expectations. Soon I feel another developing, this one seemingly even more intense as I tense up and feel my legs start to shake. Driving into me deep and steady, he watches as I start to shudder underneath him. A rush of gratification runs through my body, as I grab his waist to hold on. This one's longer lasting, making me quiver as the heavenly sensation of a second climax courses through my body.

As it starts to subside he's still going at a steady pace, I couldn't imagine him making me feel any better, but to my surprise I feel another one building fast. I've never had someone last so long for me before, making it a truly memorable experience. During my glory he starts to grunt, speeding up even faster as I imagine he too is ready to cum. Not knowing his condom had slipped off during the twenty minute marathon, he erupts with a forceful release, startling me as I feel his spurts begin filling my married pussy with his poisonous venom. I should have known from his hefty sac he'd be able to produce such a heavy load, but not expecting it is a pleasant surprise. He keeps going, filling me up as it starts to overflow me, I feel the gushes start pouring out of me.

Grinding to a halt, he collapses down on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking together like glue. I take satisfaction in knowing I got him off, as we both lays there panting. We lay together for a little while recovering before he finally rolls off me, laying on his side facing me which now brings my husband back into my line of site. Now that the act is over, I'm hopeful this has satisfied his fixation to watch me. I'm actually surprised by the absence of shame or guilt, only feeling satisfaction and admiration for what he was able to do for me.

As I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed, Mike's still laying there as Eric walks over and sits on the end of the bed with us. The feeling of contentment leaves my body tingling, but also unsteady. Week in the knees, my legs like jelly, I don't dare try to stand up yet. Composing myself I sit there trying to act casual, like what just happened was a normal occurrence for me, but we both know my body has never responded with Eric like that.

The sex was great, really great, his size and stamina making it an incredible experience. Although I didn't like his kissing, or his sweaty body, overall his performance was completely unmatched to what I'm used to. I'm dying to hear my husband's take, wanting to know his thoughts, but afraid to ask I just sit there quietly wondering. We sit and chat for a while, my husband asking him about his previous encounters and experiences. As he tells us a couple stories, I just sit and listen letting everything that just happened sink in.

Not being able to help myself, I glance over every once in a while as they talk, checking out the cock that just made me feel so wonderful. Still fairly stiff but not hard it lays between his legs in all its glory, his balls seemingly just as full and robust. Trying not to stare, I still find myself stirred by it's impressive appearance, wanting to reach out and touch him again, but I dare not. As they continue talking, I can't help but notice he's getting aroused again, firming up to the state we was only minutes earlier. I slowly position myself more towards him so not to have to turn my head, to get a better view without being obvious. Both men In deep conversation with each other I successful make the move without either being aware. Now having both guys In site, I look to each as they talk and carry on. Now with his cock lifted off his leg, fully stiff and erect again, he looks at me and asks if I'm ready again.

I'm surprised by his quick recovery, ready and wanting to go again after such a short break. I'm flattered when he asks, and how could I say no after just having the best sexual experience in my life. As I look at my husband waiting to see his response, hoping he says yes. He hesitates, making me wonder what's running through his mind, but finally smiles and nods at us. A flood of relief comes over me as I realize he was more than happy to see it happen all over again.

Mike gets up and tears open another condom, as I question to myself why he's even bothering, but don't say anything as he does. As he joins me on the bed, Eric goes back to his chair to watch the action for a second time. Only a half an hour ago I was apprehensive about getting it on in front of Eric, now I eager to do it again.

His out stretched arms on either side of me and my legs open wide, he positions himself over me again. I gasp as I feel him slip into me again, being able to slide in to my slick stretched pussy with ease this time.

He feels just as hard and ready to go again, impressing me with his superior sexual conditioning. Were able to start up where he just left off fifteen minutes ago, this time needing no warming up. It was just raw unadulterated dirty sex from the start this time. I'm more at ease, relaxed and ready to be ravished this time, unable to think of anything but my appetite to be satisfied again. My husband is the farthest from my mind now, feeling comfortable he's probably jacking off again to this. Grabbing his ass, I pull him into me, making sure his cock goes as deep as possible. Thinking I might not ever get a chance like this again, I'm determined to make it just about me, taking my husbands words to heart and doing what just comes naturally.

As he continues to pound away at me, my first thought is it must just be the thrill and newness that has me so intoxicated. But I soon realize that if I had to choose who to fuck the rest of my life, it would definitely be Mike. Although I could never confess that thought to my husband, I'm sure it's pretty obvious to him at this point.

His smooth rhythm, extraordinary girth, and superb stamina has me close to another climax already, my body tingling with a pleasurable buzz. We continue on like animals, the bed bouncing making the headboard bang against the wall. Fuck this guy has such great endurance, my husbands never been able to last like this even in his younger years. Soon he has me building towards yet another climax, his efforts and endless energy to much for my body to deny.

I tense and quiver as wave after wave starts surging through me again. I'm lost in pleasure, loosing feeling in my extremities, looking down to make sure they are still attached. I lay there savoring the feeling of my body being brought to such great heights again as I lock eyes with him. As he looks deep into my eyes, I'm wishing this could last forever, but I know it can't. Watching his intense gaze he starts to cum again.

I have to admit being with someone new and different was extremely exhilarating, and the excitement of feeling desired and fulfilled made me feel alive again. The naughtiness of doing it also added an element to the experience, knowing it was something way out of the normal boundaries of what a married woman should be doing. It was satisfying well beyond what I thought it would be. The whole journey to the destination was enlightening and thrilling, leaving me wondering why I waited so long. Who would have thought at almost fifty years old and happily married for twenty four years, I'd do something crazy like this, but boy am I glad I did.

That night after getting home we cuddled up and talked about it just fondling each other, still to spent to do anything more. After chatting awhile, he left no doubt in my mind he enjoyed it just as much as I did. Divulging to him I throughly enjoyed Mike and his ability to make me cum many times seemed to excite him. He then revealed to me that he came twice watching, something he's never done with me before. He then asks me if I would do it again, seemingly eager to want me too. Hell yes, I thought to myself, but answered with a question instead. Do you want me to? I ask. Definitely he said, it was so hot watching you!

I can see this getting addictive, new men of my choosing, attractive and sexy, with larger penises that last and last, giving my body ultimate pleasure while giving my mind such suspense. We'll see what happens, I say with a smile, giving him hope to see me in action again.