![]() ![]() She whispered to me that Daniel was all she had been thinking of for weeks, and that she gets wet every time she thinks about him. I moved to kiss her as I slid my middle finger inside her. My heartbeat and my mind were racing, imagining that in short while Daniel would be pulling that g-string off her, right before he fucked her pussy. I ran my fingers up and down her labia on both sides. I slipped the g-string up her sexy, perfectly smooth, toned legs and put it on her. She was wearing a tiny white lace g-string under the sluttiest dress you can imagine. By bringing these two sexy creatures together, I felt so powerful. I loved that she saw me as her the gatekeeper to her pussy. I watched her shower and get dressed with rapt attention. We had picked the right hotel, with the right bar, and a restaurant inside the hotel. After weeks of planning, we had picked out exactly what she would wear. She wanted to squirt all over those walls. She wanted to be melted by this massive twenty-eight-year-old stud. When I told Alexis about what Daniel had texted we fucked so hard. It will be all up to Alexis, you win her over and anything can happen. I will make her squirt on every wall of that hotel room. I will put my big hands all over your wife right in front of your face.ĭaniel: Oh yes. I just wanted to see my wife get fucked by him.ĭaniel: let's go to dinner, the three of us. He seemed eager to take the lead, and I was new to it and more than happy to let him take control. Daniel said he had been with many hotwife couples. Daniel and I worked through our plans via text during the day, while I told Alexis about the texts at night. He lived in Manhattan, we live a few hours away. We chatted for a few days with instant messaging. I sent him three pics of Alexis, showing off her face, her pussy, her ass and her tits. I had messaged him on one of the lifestyle apps. And the fear, real or not, that maybe one time she will fall for the guy and not come home to me makes it all that much more intense an experience.Īlexis likes her bulls to be dominant men.Īnd from my first interaction with Daniel, I could tell dominance came naturally to him. When she comes home to me, filled with another man's cum, and I reclaim her with my cock, I am the winner of the competition every time. It makes me feel more aroused than anything else, by a factor of a million. From his photos he was an unreal looking man, the kind of man I fantasize about my wife fucking.Ĭompeting with a man like this for my wife makes my blood rush at light speed. He was exactly the kind of man my wife Alexis is attracted to. Perfectly muscled, but not too much, zero body fat or body hair with a few tattoos. Daniel was, at least in his photos, nearly 6’5”, 235 pounds of chiseled muscle, with the face of a male model. His name was Daniel, he was a medical resident from Germany. His ice-blue eyes and dark brown man-bun hair were right up her alley. And there was one that I knew she would not be able to resist. There were a lot of fake accounts, and even more men I would never let within ten miles of my Alexis.īut after several months I had found a half dozen or so solid candidates at online lifestyle dating sites there was no shortage of interest in my hotwife. I was looking for the top one percent in that demo. That’s what she’s into, with extra points given for a military/cop look. She’s hot for guys who look like they’re out of the old Abercrombie and Fitch Quarterly, just a few years older. It was a small target: 25-35, 6’2” or taller, white, and extremely good-looking. I had spent weeks researching and vetting younger stud bulls online, trying to find the perfect man to fuck my wife in front of me. It would be her call.Īfter months of planning, our hotwife dream date was finally about to happen. At a minimum, we agreed I would be able to listen from the adjoining room next door. She said it might make her too nervous or self-conscious, but I hoped I was going to watch her get fucked. She wasn’t sure if she would want me to watch. We were going to share this experience together, as I had fantasized about for twenty years. It was my big fantasy, and she had fucked a few other men as my hotwife, but off on her own. It was to be our first shared real-life hotwife lifestyle adventure. It was like we were crackling with electricity, every touch, every glance, charged with breathless anticipation of the night to come. And the energy between us had never felt quite like this. She had never looked so beautiful, so sexy. ![]()
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