On a certain occasion, after arriving from a party where my husband had gotten drunk as usual, he was insisting that I become a hotwife; even when we got home and he wanted to make love, he couldn't because his cock simply wouldn't stand up. But he kept saying the same thing.
Personally, I hadn't heard of this term before, but after searching on the internet, I understood what it referred to; in short, he wanted me to become practically a slut with whom he could do as he pleased.
Well, I also thought about getting revenge and said, well, that's what you want? Then you'll have a slut who will screw you in your own house,
Before the pandemic, my husband had a meeting where his boss had sent them because, as the government authorities were requesting, they would be closing their company's offices but they would still have to work remotely. The meeting went on and that day I was worried because the situation everywhere seemed chaotic. My husband called me around 10 pm and said, please prepare something for dinner, I'm coming with some colleagues from work, we're organizing how we'll work.
Almost at 11 pm when my husband arrived home with four of his office colleagues. They entered the house and immediately ate what I had bought. One of them asked my husband if he could bring some beers, so since there's a supermarket open all night in the building where we live, he went down and brought three six-packs.
Even one of the cervezas touched me.
I went to my room but couldn't sleep
We have two bathrooms in our apartment, one for common use, but in the bedroom we have the personal bathroom. And every time my husband went to the bathroom, he didn't go to the one in the living room, he went to the one in the bedroom, and every time he went, he looked more drunk. I was watching a movie and one of those came up to me and whispered in my ear, get ready with something very sexy because now that they're leaving, I want to screw you. it occurred to me to say, don't you also want them to catch me? Uyyyyyy, it seems like I lit the fuse, and instead of getting angry, then he says, well, get ready, take a bath, change, and come with us; and he started laughing.
Filled with courage from his response, I thought, now you'll see. I got into the shower, depilated my legs, perfumed myself. When I came out of the bathroom, I looked for a red thong, put on some natural-colored pantyhose, found a short dress that I had recently taken to get altered, made up, and put on high heels. Looking at myself in the mirror and turning around to see myself from behind, I only stopped myself from standing up straight because I think my buttocks covered by the pantyhose could be seen; the thong was not noticeable since it had stayed inside my buttocks.
The next time my husband entered, he almost turned away when he saw me. Then I saw how his cock stood up over his pants. And still, he says, don't you think you should go out like that? Without saying a word, I opened the door and went to the living room; everyone fell silent when they saw me dressed like that, and all I could think of saying was, don't worry, my husband likes it when I walk around the house like this, I hope it doesn't bother you... I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and returned to the bedroom. My husband was speechless.
He quickly entered the bathroom and came out, only saying, well, since you're dressed like that, come with me. He took my hand and sat down next to him in the middle of them all. Without any modesty, I sat immediately crossing both legs. I knew that by crossing them, I would show my intimate part, and they were waiting for my movements.
My husband proposed that we go to the table and pulled out his cards, began to play while taking a sip. My chair ended up near one of them who is called Rafael. The truth is that he didn't miss an opportunity and in a very natural movement, lowered his hand and put it on One of my legs, obviously nobody noticed. It started caressing me and squeezing my leg; it raised its hand to my groin, trying to put its finger in me, but couldn't. I loved that. That was my first time as a hotwife, but the stories don't end here. If you're interested in hearing another story, ask for it in the comments and I'll be happy to tell you
more of my hot flashes like a hotwife.
Personally, I hadn't heard of this term before, but after searching on the internet, I understood what it referred to; in short, he wanted me to become practically a slut with whom he could do as he pleased.
Well, I also thought about getting revenge and said, well, that's what you want? Then you'll have a slut who will screw you in your own house,
Before the pandemic, my husband had a meeting where his boss had sent them because, as the government authorities were requesting, they would be closing their company's offices but they would still have to work remotely. The meeting went on and that day I was worried because the situation everywhere seemed chaotic. My husband called me around 10 pm and said, please prepare something for dinner, I'm coming with some colleagues from work, we're organizing how we'll work.
Almost at 11 pm when my husband arrived home with four of his office colleagues. They entered the house and immediately ate what I had bought. One of them asked my husband if he could bring some beers, so since there's a supermarket open all night in the building where we live, he went down and brought three six-packs.
Even one of the cervezas touched me.
I went to my room but couldn't sleep
We have two bathrooms in our apartment, one for common use, but in the bedroom we have the personal bathroom. And every time my husband went to the bathroom, he didn't go to the one in the living room, he went to the one in the bedroom, and every time he went, he looked more drunk. I was watching a movie and one of those came up to me and whispered in my ear, get ready with something very sexy because now that they're leaving, I want to screw you. it occurred to me to say, don't you also want them to catch me? Uyyyyyy, it seems like I lit the fuse, and instead of getting angry, then he says, well, get ready, take a bath, change, and come with us; and he started laughing.
Filled with courage from his response, I thought, now you'll see. I got into the shower, depilated my legs, perfumed myself. When I came out of the bathroom, I looked for a red thong, put on some natural-colored pantyhose, found a short dress that I had recently taken to get altered, made up, and put on high heels. Looking at myself in the mirror and turning around to see myself from behind, I only stopped myself from standing up straight because I think my buttocks covered by the pantyhose could be seen; the thong was not noticeable since it had stayed inside my buttocks.
The next time my husband entered, he almost turned away when he saw me. Then I saw how his cock stood up over his pants. And still, he says, don't you think you should go out like that? Without saying a word, I opened the door and went to the living room; everyone fell silent when they saw me dressed like that, and all I could think of saying was, don't worry, my husband likes it when I walk around the house like this, I hope it doesn't bother you... I went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and returned to the bedroom. My husband was speechless.
He quickly entered the bathroom and came out, only saying, well, since you're dressed like that, come with me. He took my hand and sat down next to him in the middle of them all. Without any modesty, I sat immediately crossing both legs. I knew that by crossing them, I would show my intimate part, and they were waiting for my movements.
My husband proposed that we go to the table and pulled out his cards, began to play while taking a sip. My chair ended up near one of them who is called Rafael. The truth is that he didn't miss an opportunity and in a very natural movement, lowered his hand and put it on One of my legs, obviously nobody noticed. It started caressing me and squeezing my leg; it raised its hand to my groin, trying to put its finger in me, but couldn't. I loved that. That was my first time as a hotwife, but the stories don't end here. If you're interested in hearing another story, ask for it in the comments and I'll be happy to tell you
more of my hot flashes like a hotwife.
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Y te propongo a tu marido lo dejamos en una bodega y tu y yo hacemos lo que el desee frente a sus narices.