Our Hotwives

Many years ago, I was fortunate to marry a submissive and very sexually adventurous 22 year old with a firm and very desirable body. She was not inexperienced, although her liaisons had been fairly conventional, albeit in a liberal age. Prior to our marriage we indulged in an active and promiscuous sex life. At that time, she lived in a nurse's home, where she enjoyed casual sex with both doctors and patients. I would insist on the details later, occasionally, whilst adding to the sloppy mess left by her previous encounter.

We enjoyed a varied and adventurous sex life, and I offer a selection (attempting to avoid the many repetitions), of our little adventures.

Following our marriage (no kids), I began to have her dressed to please (both for me and any other random strangers who might take an interest), this consisted of the usual; stockings and suspenders, no underwear, and no imagination needed to see she was bra-less. She thrived on the attention when we were out, and, before long, I encouraged her to go out with friends, with no restrictions on her activities.

She very quickly became an enthusiastic participant in our free and easy lifestyle.

On an early 'successful' night out, she returned at around midnight, with the words 'I have done what you want – I have been fucked. She then got into bed with me where I slid my fingers over her used pussy, enjoying the sloppy residue of her earlier adventure. I quickly mounted her doggy style, emptying my load in her, as she recounted her experience - which, simply consisted of a pick up at a nightclub, followed by a stop off for sex, in her car.

Next day she asked if she could see her 'friend' again (she had obviously arranged a meeting after dropping him off near the local army base). I said yes, although I told her that I was not interested in her having any long term relationships.

She went to his place the following Wednesday, where she was fucked, sodomized and obliged to do ass to mouth. Jane was prepared to do this, but her soldier friend then insisted on beating her (a leather belt across her arse) – she was unable to talk him out of this, and, sensing him growing angry, and, fearful of worse, she agreed to take the beating. She was soon begging for mercy - which, I guess is what he enjoyed – as she was repeatedly instructed to spread her legs, to allow better, and more painful, access to the flogging. When he eventually stopped, he told her to remain face down on the bed – climbed on board – sodomized her again - then rolled over and fell asleep.

Jane sensed an opportunity, and left, very frightened (he was virtually a complete stranger), without any intention of returning.

She caught up with me, two hours after this encounter, in our local pub. I could see she was flushed so I got her a drink and she gave me the details. This was just the sort of thing I liked, although, of course, I did not want her badly hurt. I realised that he was an opportunist, who had taken full advantage of Jane, as soon as he had gained physical and mental control over her. In hindsight, her beating could have been much worse, so too, his use of her, to gratify his sexual requirements – I repeated my preference for one night stands.

We went home, where I examined her welts, along with her gaping arse, before sliding my rock hard prick up her pussy. She was sore following her beating, but I forced her to take another load to join those from earlier. I was young, and Jane's activities had made me randy - before morning I had fucked her repeatedly – I would have buggered her too, but her screams forced me to stop. She said that she had been sodomized brutally, on the second occasion (she believed he had become over excited from beating her). Jane explained that she was too afraid to protest, and simply submitted to whatever he wished to do.

She promised that she would do anything I liked, with anyone, if I would spare her arse for a few more days.

Oh dear!

54321

I'm hoping that this is a fantasy.

If you are claiming that it's true, then I can't see how this doesn't fit the description of rape.

Sorry, not a pleasant read.

trecital wrote: ↑

Fri Sep 06, 2024 9:41 am

I'm hoping that this is a fantasy.

If you are claiming that it's true, then I can't see how this doesn't fit the description of rape.

Sorry, not a pleasant read.

No, it's not a fantasy - do all of the other wives on the site find perfect gentlemen, as in 'Mills & Boon' stories?

54321 wrote: ↑

Fri Sep 06, 2024 3:14 am

Oh dear!

54321

Real life, I am afraid - not 'Mills & Boon'

Isn't there supposed to be somewhere in between the extremes of rape and Mills and Boon?

54321

54321 wrote: ↑

Sun Sep 08, 2024 9:44 am

Isn't there supposed to be somewhere in between the extremes of rape and Mills and Boon?

54321

Of course, it'is called everyday life - but who wants to hear about events that happen up and down the country every day of the year? And why would anyone wish to share the details of an everyday encounter? I have shared the details of this encounter because it was unusual, possibly erotic, and involved a hotwife.

Very Interesting start to the adventures of this couple.
I know there must be more Stories and want to encourage the author.

This Forum is a broad church. If both of you are into it and both enjoying yourselves, have at!

54321

The title is a bit misleading. Should gave been: "Stranger beat, rape and sodomize wife, husband fucks her several times instead of beeing supportive. "

trecital wrote: ↑

Fri Sep 06, 2024 9:41 am

I'm hoping that this is a fantasy.

If you are claiming that it's true, then I can't see how this doesn't fit the description of rape.

Sorry, not a pleasant read.

Couldnt agree more..

This is no fantasy. This happen to me. And it was my fault. This is for the ladies.

I’m a 48 year old female that made a mistake and I want to pass it on. Both my husband and I swing as a couple, and he usually decides where and with whom. We recieve many responses to our ads over many forums and web sites. Many from good people. But this time is was from a couple that was having a theme party ( I love theme party’s ) and it was close by. As I looked through the ads that my husband had filtered through, I noticed he had not mention it to me. I ask why, and he said we’re not going. I can’t remember the last time he turned down an invite to a party. And this one was close by. We kinda argued about it and I let it go. On that particular weekend he was going with his friends to some sort of race. And I decided to go to the party myself. I would just stay a little while and then come home. I was sure I would see some familiar faces there and thought nothing more of it. The party was at a big hotel, upstairs at one of their suites. I found my way up there, knocked on the door. And a very good looking young man answers . I told him I’m here for the party and he let me in. It was a beautiful room and he ask me if I want a drink in which I replied gin and tonic. I started walking around the room when I noticed that there weren’t very many people. In fact there were about 5 men just standing there talking.i approached them and said, hi guys, Am I early ? i thought this was a party. They all looked at me and one said,…” you are the party” !!. It took me a few seconds to process what he had just said, at which point I put my drink down and started walking to the door. But there was this big guy standing there blocking it. Well, I don’t need to tell you what happen next. Before I knew it, these guys were dragging me into a room. And by the time they got me in there. They had all my clothes off, at which point this guy throws me on the bed and the rest held me down.I have never ever been really scared for my life, but I know now how it feels. Helpless is the word that best describes it. I don’t know how long I was up there, or how many men used me. All I know was that my body hurt so much that morning. I looked around and it seemed like I was alone. First chance I got, I got up, gathered what clothes I could find. Saw my purse and grab it and headed for the door. I found the elevator and pushed every button I could to get the damn thing going. I scrambled in the parking lot looking for my car. And once I got in, I locked the doors. I know what your thinking. To little.. to late. I really ached by now. And I knew something wasn’t right. I was scared and drove myself to our local hospital . When I was there, I dreaded asking them to call my husband. I knew I was in big trouble with him. And when he finally got there. I could see the concern on his face. That did last to long when he came in and asked me what happen. I bit my lip and told him. His concern turned to angry. And it was directed at me. I can’t begin to tell you how angry my husband was with me. It took weeks after he initially yell at me to even talk to me.again. He knew it was some sort of set-up for a gang bang.and that’s why we were not going. I should have listen to him. Ladies, in this lifestyle you need to be careful. If your are a couple, and
your husband says not to do something. Listen to him. We take for granted just how important a role our husbands play in this lifestyle. They are our protectors. And when there not there. It’s frightening. I was able to walk away from my mistake. You may not be as lucky..

Sometimes the difference between rape and just being taken can depend on point of view of the woman, but in cases where consent is given out of fear, or straight up saying no is ignored, that's rape.

I know this couple, John and Jane
and have written a story passed on their true experiences:-
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I am John the kinky hubby of Jane, my submissive wife. I am NOT to film her or even be in the room ever when Jane is used by another man.- but I like to hear her story of meeting a Dominant stranger who uses her for Rough sex. Jane always tells me not to watch when she knows a man wants to sodomize her - she feels that I would not be able to stand back when each man becomes really very rough and make her scream. However She will always goes back to Him, and He always push her a little further each time. But John was banned from watching or even listening, so John waited to hear from Jane as to how she has been 'abused' and fully used this time, even after Jane had begged "Please stop beating me now, Sir, PLEASE! I agree to you fucking my arse now, instead, Sir?"


"John, don't dare come in here, when Sir is here." Jane said, her voice a mix of urgency and excitement. "Remember, it's Sir's night."

John nodded, his heart racing as he leaned against the bedroom door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He took a deep breath, the anticipation building in his chest. It was Tuesday, the night of the week when he stepped aside and allowed Jane to be with her Dominant, a stranger who went by the name of 'Sir'. This unspoken rule between them had been in place for the past six months, ever since Jane had confessed her deepest desires to him. They had agreed that he would stay out of the room, not even supposed to listen to the cries and moans that echoed through the walls. It was a boundary that was both a source of pain and arousal for John.

John retreated to the living room, his thoughts racing. The soft glow of the lamp cast shadows on the floor as he paced back and forth. He couldn't help but imagine the scene unfolding in the bedroom: Jane's lithe body, bound and exposed, the sound of leather on skin, the smell of sex mingling with the faint scent of fear. He clenched his fists, his palms sweaty as he recalled her whispers from the night before, "I know you want to watch, but you can't. You wouldn't be able to handle it." It was true. Every time she was 'used' for one of these encounters, she was bruised and sore, but her eyes gleamed with a satisfaction that John knew he could never provide.

He sank into the armchair, the leather cool against his skin. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. He picked up the book he had been reading earlier, trying to distract himself, but his mind kept wandering back to the bedroom. He knew he wasn't supposed to hear the details, but he craved them.
And Jane craved the beatings.
The thought of another man's hands on Jane's body, pushing her to her limits, was a heady mix of jealousy and fascination. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she would come back to him afterward, that he was the one she loved, the one who knew her secrets and accepted them.

Earlier:-
The clock chimed the hour, and John felt his stomach tighten. He knew it was time. The sound of a car door slammed in the distance, and he straightened up, his heart pounding. He heard the soft murmur of their conversation as the stranger arrived, the low rumble of a man's voice followed by Jane's sweet laughter. The door to the bedroom closed with a firm click, and John was left in the dark, his imagination running wild. He waited, his body taut with anticipation, for the nightly ritual to begin.

Now:
The sounds grew more intense. He could not help hearing the creak of the bed, the rustle of fabric, and the occasional muffled cry. His cock strained against his pants as he imagined what was happening. The thought of Jane begging for mercy, her body trembling with each blow, filled him with a mix of dread and excitement. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, his own hand moving to his crotch to relieve the pressure. He had tried to ignore it, but the desire was too strong.

The house was a prison of his own making, each room holding a memory of their past encounters. He could almost feel the echo of her pain as he walked through the hallway, her cries of pleasure haunting him like a siren's song. His hand moved faster, his breath ragged in his chest. He knew he wasn't supposed to listen, but the urge was overwhelming. He had to know how far she was being pushed tonight.

He approached the door, his ear pressed against the wood. The sounds grew clearer now, the smack of leather against flesh, the wet sound of her mouth being used. He could almost taste the salt of her tears, feel the heat of her body. The words she had spoken to Sir earlier came back to him, "Please stop beating me now, sir. PLEASE! I agree to you fucking my arse now, instead, sir?" It was as if she were speaking them directly to him.

The door handle turned, and John jumped back, his heart racing. He didn't know if it was his imagination or if they had somehow heard his quiet approach. He retreated to the living room, his hand still in his pants, his breath coming in quick gasps. He couldn't stop thinking about the moment when she would return to him, her body bruised and her spirit broken, but her eyes shining with the light of a thousand stars. He waited, his body tense, his mind racing, eager to hear her story and to hold her close, to be the one she turned to when the night was over.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours, until finally, the door to the bedroom creaked open. He heard the soft pad of bare feet on the carpet, and his cock throbbed in anticipation. Jane appeared in the doorway, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. She was wearing only a thin robe that barely covered her bruised and reddened body. The sight of her was almost too much for John to bear.

"You can come in now," she whispered, her voice hoarse."Sir has gone now but will be back next week".

John followed her into the bedroom, his eyes drinking in the scene. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, the smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air. He saw the leather strap and the handcuffs on the bedside table, and his cock twitched again. Jane sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her bruised thighs trembling slightly. He could see the marks on her skin, the evidence of Sir's brutal use of her.

"Tell me," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me everything."

Jane looked up at him, her eyes dark and needy. "He was so rough," she began, her voice shaking. "He didn't stop, even when I begged. He just kept going, pushing me further and further until I thought I couldn't take it anymore." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "He spanked me until I was begging for it to stop, and then he... he took me. He pushed into me so hard, so deep, I thought I would break."

John swallowed, his hand tightening around his erection. He had never seen her like this, so open and raw. He wanted to touch her, to claim her, to show her that she was his, even if she belonged to another man in these moments of darkness. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet. He had to wait, Jane was too sore for either pussy or anal sex for now, and had to let her finish her story, to let her find relief in just talking about her ordeal.

"And when he was done," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Sir told me that next time, he'd take me even harder."

John felt a surge of jealousy and desire. He didn't know if he could handle it, but the thought of her being used like this, being pushed to her limits, was intoxicating. He sat beside her, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "I'm here," he murmured. "I'm always here for you."

Her eyes searched his, looking for understanding, for acceptance. When she saw it there, she leaned into him, her body melting against his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight. They sat like that for a long time, the silence between them filled with the echoes of the night's events. And when she was ready, she would tell him more, and he would listen, his heart both breaking and swelling with love and lust for his beautiful, submissive wife.

John felt the weight of the secret they shared pressing down on him, but he knew that this was their dynamic, their way of keeping their marriage fresh and exciting. He had to trust that she knew her own limits and that she would come to him when she needed him. But the wait was agonizing, like watching a pot of water on the verge of boiling, knowing that if you looked away for even a moment, it would all be over.

He could feel her heart racing against his chest, the pulse of her life beating in time with his own. Her breath was hot against his neck as she whispered the details of her encounter, each word sending a shiver down his spine. The way Sir had touched her, the things he had made her do, the way she had begged and pleaded for release, it was all so vivid in her retelling that John could almost feel it himself.

As she spoke, he gently untied the knot of her robe, revealing the full extent of her bruises. He kissed each one, his lips tracing the path of pain that marked her as Sir's. Jane's breath hitched in her throat as he touched her, his fingers gentle against her sore skin. He knew she needed this, the tenderness after the storm, and he was more than willing to provide it. His touch was a balm to her wounds, a promise that she was loved, that she was cherished.

The story continued, a tale of power and submission that left John's head spinning. He could feel the tension in her body as she relived each moment, her muscles tensing and releasing with each new detail. He knew that she was replaying it all in her mind, the fear, the pleasure, the pain, and the ultimate release.

"And then," she gasped, her voice shaking, "he told me that next week, he'll bring a friend."

John's heart skipped a beat. He had never considered that possibility. The thought of two men using her at once was almost too much to handle, but he knew that he would be there for her, no matter what. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her bruised and swollen lips. "We'll face it together," he murmured, his voice steady and strong. "I'll be here."

Jane leaned into him, her body relaxing slightly. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for understanding. I know it is what you want , John. That you want me to continue meeting Dominant men regularly."

And with those words, the storm inside of her seemed to pass, leaving only the quiet aftermath of their shared secret. John held her close, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his own. The anticipation of next week's encounter filled him with a mix of fear and excitement, but he pushed it aside for now. Tonight, he was just her husband, her protector, the one who loved her through the darkness and the light.