Emma As A Hotwife

Over the time that I've been telling you my stories, I've described my progress from simple exhibitionism to some more extreme activities. From wearing skimpy bikinis, going out with no bra, flashing my boobs and bum at strangers on the beach or in the street; to having sex with a stranger, a man not my husband, to a weekend of sex with my friends, to encounters at a sex club.

All of the above, and the progression I'd been on, was with the knowledge, encouragement and participation of my husband, Jacob. More than my best friend and lover, he was my co-conspirator. A voyeur, the man I told all my secrets to, who shared in my excitement and arousal and always pushed me beyond what was "normal" into doing what my body and mind knew that I really wanted to do. He was the one who got to live my experiences with me and who held my body as we reminisced about the great fun I'd had showing my body and the exciting sexual encounters I'd had.

But this weekend, he was away travelling for work and I was a little stuck for something to do. The house was lonely without him and when I spoke to him on the phone, he said, "Don't just stay In and feel miserable. I'm not gone for long and I'd appreciate an adventure for you to be able to tell me about when I come home. Why don't you see if Pam and Olaf are free?"

So that was how I ended up at Pam's house and why earlier this evening, I was stripped for Olaf's enjoyment. I'd arrived just after their dinner and as I entered their house I was greeted with happiness by Pam and welcomed in to enjoy their dessert. But with Pam it is never that straightforward. She dimmed the lights and asked me to close my eyes and not to turn around. She unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing my newly bought lingerie and hold-up stockings. Were they a treat for Jacob? Or bought as something to cheer me up? Maybe both, but Pam cooed approvingly and led me into the dining room.

I heard Olaf clap his hands as he saw me and I knew he was pleased to see me. I was short of breath as I imagined him, strong and silent as he took my voluptuous curves in. "Should we stay here, Olaf or shall we retire to the bedroom?" Pam said and Olaf grunted his preference for the latter. I followed Pam and Olaf's lead as they took me into the master suite just off the dining area. Pam bent me over the bed and arranged me with my elbows on the counterpane, hands clasped in front of me, legs hip-width apart, my pussy already starting to feel moist at the thought of what they were seeing and what I could expect.

I felt Olaf's plump hands over my butt... whispering "Such an inviting ass."

Pam said "Oh, you have been missing her ass, Olaf. Here it is, presented on a platter to you."

Hearing this, he said "Yeah," and slapped me a little more than gently on my right cheek.

"Claim your prize," said Pam. Her middle and forefinger had started probing my wet pussy. "Eat her pussy hun; make her cum like a sexpot dripping. Then I will show how to stretch her ass." At this point, Pam was expertly eating me. I moaned and looked back.

"She seems to have forgotten instructions," said Olaf, jumping on the bed and blindfolding me with his tie. He left only to come back quickly to grab my hands and tie them behind my back with some silk cloth, perhaps it was another tie. I was dripping in excitement as Pam's tongue was probing my pussy and swollen lips, her fingers stimulating my clit and Olaf groping my drooping tits. He was soon guiding his stiff fat cock in and out of my mouth.

Oh god, I was so turned on; Pam knows how to push my buttons and I'd almost forgotten about Jacob not being there to watch and encourage me as with my consent, they violated my private parts. They just took control so quickly and filled my head with their dirty talk.

Pam made me climax, and Olaf was excited as well, so he came in my mouth, covering my lips and all with his creamy cum. Pam told me to hold his throbbing cock and suck it clean as a mark of respect to my Master. She then opened her legs wide -. her pussy was soaking wet. She buried my head between her thighs and asked me to suck her cunt.

As my lips and tongue were at work, her juices mixed with remnants of his fluid on my lips and in my mouth. Olaf asked me to lift my head and show him my face. My mouth and all around it glistened with a flavourful and perfumed fluid mixture. Pam kissed me deeply, then directed me to continue servicing her pussy.

"I love her round ass," Olaf murmured. He removed my blindfold and also untied my hands before he started to squeeze my cheeks. I flinched a bit as his thumbs started pressing around my starfish. "Use lube," said Pam to him, and to me, "He is hard again to fuck your ass, baby doll."

Olaf couldn't find the lube - so I was stunned for a moment when Pam rang the bell for Lorenzo." It's nothing he has not already seen, sweetheart," she said as she tried to calm me down, but I was now well over the edge. Lorenzo knocked on the open door. He was perhaps being polite, so Pam assured him, "It is OK, she is ours to display tonight."

"Do you mind displaying your round ass to Lorenzo, hun?" Said Pam.

"No," I whispered.

"Say it louder," she said. "Who can we display you to?"

"I'm happy to display my ass to Lorenzo," I parroted back to her and to the listening Olaf and Lorenzo.

"No, hun, let Lorenzo whisper the right answer in your ear."

"Whoever madam and and sir wish." Lorenzo whispered the magic words to me and I repeated them for all to hear.

Then Pam asked me to beg Lorenzo to massage my back and ass. I was creaming at the prospect and so happy to think of Lorenzo's hands on my body. Further he was to be given permission to lube me up. The massage table was in their game room, so Lorenzo escorted me downstairs. "Give her a nice hot scrub first," Pam commanded.

Down the stairs I followed, Lorenzo taking my hand into a shadowy world, naked with the weight of Lorenzo's lustful gazes, with just the flickering light of a hundred tea-light candles shimmering and creating shadows. My mouth tasted of their juices and cum, dried up semen on my neck and chest blending with my own sweat - a raw musky smell.

Lorenzo took his time to scrub me down. Soap and lather, slippery hands all over me, initially circumspect, growing more audacious and finally losing any semblance of restraint. He spoke in his Mexican Spanish, referred to my glistening 'chichis' squeezing them, flicking and pulling on my brown 'timbres'. As he was doing it, I had to guess at the meanings - it was obvious from what he was touching that he meant my 'boobies' and my 'nipples'. I understood 'cula' - my ass - and 'panocha' was a new word to me, but I recognised from the touch of his delicate hand covering my pussy that it meant my cunt.

He said, "I have seen you lend your class and panocha to my master and his guests." And it was true, I had willingly given my most intimate parts to them.

He added, "Every bit of your skin will get attention," and as I was walked to the massage table, he handed me another towel to dry myself.

The massage was very through. He soon removed my towel completely so I was on full display to him with full latitude to move me around at his will. I was laying on my front with your back exposed and your legs slightly parted at first and he probed every part of my body. One minute his hands roamed over my shoulders and back, the next his fingers were in my pussy and brushing against my asshole - my 'cabron'. Then he shifted me onto my back with your big round tits ready for the massage oil and my pussy on full display?. I felt so exposed and both used and pampered.

He paid a lot of attention to my chichis and timbres, kneading them and trapping my nipples between his strong fingers and pulling them until the slipperiness of the oil would release them. He repeated this many times watching how my tits rebounded. I was very wet when he finally touched my lips after running his hands and fingers around them for an eternity. I tried to raise my hips or slide down a bit on the table hoping he would make more contact with my pussy - lips or clit, I didn't care. He kept teasing - stroking and fingering my oily slick lips, pulling them without penetrating me or allowing his fingers on my hooded clitoris.

He was very expert. He whispered in my ear, "Would Senora like my fingers to tap your miel?" I knew exactly what he meant and this drove me absolutely crazy. He put his hand in mine and asked me, "Please to place it where you want it." I did; his middle finger took a long time to enter a tiny bit into my cunt, then he rolled the tip of the finger inside before withdrawing it to put it next to my mouth. My lips parted and sucked him in. He was right, it did have the taste and consistency of a honey.

I was moaning - I wanted him to fuck me, but then came something totally unexpected. He said, "I am in charge of the show but 'Patron' is watching, with your permission. Patron and his amego." I couldn't help whimpering. "Say yes, Patron' and his naughty 'golfa'." I didn't know this word, but the tone in which he said it made me think it was something like 'slut' - which I was happily fitting the description of.

As I tried to raise my head up to see the vantage point of Olaf and amego watching me getting toyed by Lorenzo, he pushed me down on to the table and flipped me on my tummy. I raised my head again, that's when I think the blindfold came out of his pocket but I got a brief glimpse at his swollen cock pushing on his trousers. I was still unsure whether it was Pam that was watching. Or was it Olaf and a guest? To date Pam has been coy about it and uses it as a lever to arouse me

"You need to submit," said Lorenzo holding my arms behind my back. "Relax and enjoy the massage." He rubbed my back, getting down to my butt and inner thighs fairly quickly. Kneading dough again, squeezing and stretching my butt cheeks (my ass so open for him to see everything).

"Patron wants your ass well-oiled and ready to be served, he said, pouring gel-like warm liquid between my cheeks and into both passages; At some point two fingers went into me. He helped me support my torso on my arms and raise my hips, as he said, "Present your cula to me," and then his fingers lingered some more.

As much as I wanted him to, Lorenzo did not fuck me after the massage. He escorted me blindfolded to an adjacent "play" room in the basement where the mystery guest was revealed to me.

Pam was playing the 'Madam' and the guy was a businessman with whom Olaf was trying to close a deal. Pam insisted that I offer him everything as an incentive and said that offering my pussy and ass to him helped close the deal.

"Do her properly," Pam said, placing a collar around my neck and a blindfold over my eyes. He was rather big and I gasped for breath as he entered his full length in my throat. "Looks like you love her, we can book her whenever you please," Pam said.

He was decisive and swift in his movements. He grabbed my pussy in one clean move, slid his fingers in in the next and he then released me from the chains. Having my hands chained turned out to be super erotic and even thinking about it makes me want to spread my legs. I had to kneel to take him in my pussy. I knew that he would test my ass when I first felt him on my ass cheeks as he stood behind me grabbing my tits. I screamed as he filled my ass; he stretched me so.

After the businessman left, Lorenzo took me to his quarters and cleaned me. I thought he was going to have me as his dessert, but when he led me back to the bed, I found Olaf waiting there. My legs almost spread themselves in anticipation and arousal. I crawled on top of Olaf and began by taking his cock in my mouth, as much to show how obedient a slut I could be, having been brought to my master. He certainly didn't need any preparing as his manhood was fully ready. Pam was there the whole time and asked Lorenzo to "Flip the golfa so that he can have her cula." By now I knew what was expected from these words and I got into position with my legs bent and ass ready for Olaf to take me. I was well lubricated and he slid into me, saying not a word but using me as his toy. Then Lorenzo was given full access to my body and he entered my pussy at the same time as Olaf was in my ass.

That day, I had four sessions of soft domination. First Olaf and Pam, then Lorenzo, then the guest and finally Olaf and Lorenzo together. Pam wanted my humiliation to be complete, but I had a store of tales to tell Jacob of my experiences as his hotwife. My experience was far more erotic than as a simple slut; being "sold" as part of a deal and to be regarded as so precious and attractive to be worth such a fucking with a stranger (albeit a trusted friend of Olaf and Pam) was so hot). And Jacob took every opportunity to value that experience and reconnect with me.