Really pleased to inform you that Scarlett has been in touch again. I love hearing from this gorgeous hotwife. She only lives 40 miles down the road too. Hopefully I’ll get to meet her in person sometime soon. She has a new blog which you can check out here
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Hiya Trash, sorry its been ages, work has been mental, but I finally finished typing my favourite so-far real life story about my naughty behaviour. I hope you like it, its quite long but it was a bit of an ‘affair’. I quite fancy having a go at that hotwife questionnaire that you did with hotwife Rachel with a while back, reading her answers was fascinating, I think it might put my cuck back in his place to read my answers too, anyway, hope you’re well and enjoying the sun. Good weather for al-fresco hook ups!
love Scarlett xxx
here’s the story;
He’s behind you, oh no he isn’t-oh yes he is! - The story of my intimate encounter with an actor…
It all started when I was working as a member of the creative team of backstage crew on a show, the cast arrived to meet each other and the in-house crew for a script read through and I arrived fresh from another show in London buzzing from the night before. I examined the cast discreetly (as part of my profession), among them there were a few good looking guys but it was difficult to tell which were fair game and which were more interested in each other. After the read through, I was in my workshop in the dressing rooms and the boys naturally collected there to chat to me.
One handsome dark haired, smartly dressed man stood right at the back a little tense and staring at me intently with eyes so dark and focused that they seemed to bore into me. I liked it, but didn’t know how to read it. I thought he might have just been awkward but there seemed to be something more to it. I flirted lightly and joked with all of them suggestively to set the tone of the next 8 weeks that we would be working together, which I hoped would be fun filled and enjoyable.
After work, the man with the dark eyes invited me out with the cast for dinner and drinks, I replied “If my Fiancee’s happy for me to stay out tonight I’d love to come” and I saw him flinch ever so slightly at the word ‘Fiancee’. So with my faithful fiancee’s permission we finished up at work and set out to the local, where conversation turned inevitably to sexual topics. The girls eyed me dubiously but when I took a turn in the conversation the guys listened very carefully. As people from the group started to drift off we became a tighter circle and the seat next to me became free so Michael, the lean, smart, man of italian descent, who had invited me jumped in next to me.
The conversation turned dirtier as Michael leaned in closer and we were talking jokingly of inter racial gang bangs and lightly touched on swinging. He was quite intent on listening to what I was saying and he wanted me to go into greater detail in hushed tones, speaking privately to him only. Our company decided it was time to flee to a livelier venue so we upped and left for another local bar. Michael and I walked together still discussing sexual things in hushed tones.
Once at the bar we all bought each other shots and there after the drinks flowed freely. Embolded he asked me to accompany him into the garden where we sat for a very long time. I divulged secretly to him that I was what’s referred to as a ‘hotwife’ and explained enough of how it works to make him understand what I wanted and how I wanted it.
Knowing then that I was available and wanton, Michael spoke to me of his turn ons and his own romantic situation. He said to me very nervously “If you should ever want… I’d be happy to oblige…” -”awesome” I said cutting him off quickly and eagerly with a sideways smile and penetrating look. He seemed a little awkward so I started gathering my full skirt to rise, saying that we’d better rejoin the group but suddenly he reached out and pulled me gently back down and we looked into each other’s eyes and both leaned in slowly for a passionate and sexy snog holding each other’s faces with one hand. The kiss was really sexy and hinted to me that Michael would be an excellent lover.
After we pulled away from the kiss he grabbed my hand urgently and rushed up running across the courtyard dragging me behind him in my six inch red stilettos in search of a private place. Behind a fence panel he found the ideal niche, and slamming me up against the brick wall, which I loved, he kissed me passionately again and run his fingers through my long brunette hair. I put my hand firmly over his trousers where I felt a nice hard bulge and caressed it enthusiastically as I felt his hand creep up my thigh underneath my skirt and into my lace knickers. His fingers slipped one, then two into my already soaking wet pussy and he rhythmically fingered me to the point that I felt ready to gush, then he stopped short of my orgasm and we decided breathlessly to to re-join our colleagues.
We arrived back at the table to some raised eyebrows. My trademark red lipstick was clearly missing where it had been so perfectly in place at our earlier departure. This did not escape comment. But we fronted it out and enjoyed the conversation for some time, exchanging lustful glances and touching arms. As soon as was decent we made another excuse to retreat to the garden. This time we had the company of other men. Michael sat me on his lap on a canopied picnic table and rode my skirt and petticoat up and squeezed and stroked my bum as the other men made conversation with me. They could see what was happening but I brazenly continued my discussion with them as he touched me and kissed my neck. Michael whispered to me that the ladies bathroom would be a more appropriate venue for our lust. He got up and indicated that I should follow him. With a smile I smoothed out my dress and got up, sauntering towards the door as the other men eyed me. “I take it that’s your partner?” one said. I, feeling rather slutty but not at all ashamed replied “No, just a colleague”. And I wiggled off back into the pub to meet him. I found him in the corridor looking flustered. “Where were you? I thought you were telling me to go away” he said urgently, “No”, I reassured him and he lead me by the hand into the bathroom.
We rushed into a cubicle and locked the door, instantly locking lips again, hands all over each other, clothes flying off him and dropping, my stockings and cardigan hitting the floor in a sorry heap. He fell to his knees in between my spread legs. One heeled foot was half way up the wall, the other foot my only contact with the planet earth. God knows my head was out of this world as his tongue darted over my clit and between my engorged and puffy pussy lips. His fingers joined his eager mouth moving in unison which pleasured me no end, one of the quickest ways to make me gush. ‘Take off your heels’ he asked, as he pushed me down to his lengthy and rock solid cock to suck and lick. Feeling it in my mouth was such a torment as I wanted it so badly in my aching pussy, but I greedily took at all in my mouth, gagging at its length, deepthroating him with relish. Michael moaned. Soon enough, he had me up against the wall again and ruthlessly collided into me, impaling me on his solid, long cock. He slammed into me again and again as i gasped with pleasure to feel him inside me. It was such a relief to feel him fucking me after longing for it. I spared a thought for my fiancee at home and started imagining telling him about how slutty I was behaving with Michael.
Michael changed tact and bent me over the sink with my hands clutching at the window sill (which incidentally looked out over the garden where the men I’d conversed with were still audible) I arched my back so my bottom was sticking up and he slid into me again forcing me to gasp and moan with his deep thrusts. I was sure the men outside could hear us but it seemed a natural thing that they should hear the outcome of their beer-garden voyeurism. My head banged against the wall over and over, but I didn’t care, my hair swished back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking… While his cock was pushing my buttons inside, his hand reached under me and rubbed my clit furiously with his other hand grasping my waist. I pushed back onto him hard every time he thrusted into me, intensifying how deep he was drilling me. We talked dirt the whole time, exchanging quick sharp words relating to my infidelity. “Do you like fucking someone else’s slut wife?” I practically spat out, “Hell yeah, I do!” came the quick reply.
After an extremely satisfyingly hard fuck Michael told me he was ready to come, and I took over rubbing my clit so I could come hard with him. He pulled out to shoot his load all over my bum, and I trembled to a massive orgasm. We both stood there looking at each other, square in the eye, both labouring for breath, and finally collected up our clothes and arranged ourselves in the mirror. His T shirt had evidence of our encounter displayed for all to see, but again we had to front it out. Michael left the bathroom before me, as I had to re-do my hair, make up and re-attach my stockings. Then I made that all important phonecall; Still breathless my trembling hands fumbled at my phone keys to find my beloved fiancee’s number. It didn’t ring for long… He picked up quickly and I told him matter of factly, with a tell tale rasp to my voice that I’d been a very unfaithful girl again and I went into explicit detail about what Michael and I had just done.
In due course I arrived back at our the table to rejoin our colleagues again. We enjoyed a fun hour or so with the present company until people started to leave, then Michael whispered to me again that he’d like me to come back to his accommodation, he was hoping to fuck me in the arse. I was a little nervous for how my fiancee would feel but it was a fleeting thought as I imagined Michael and I entwined again in passion somewhere more private. I sent my Fiancee a text about the prospect of Michael fucking me in the arse (a pleasure which I rarely allow my Fiancee), he relented and so it was decided I would go with him but my Fiancee requested that I be back by 2am, so that I could sit on his face and allow him to perform clean up duty when I got home. We got into a cab with another of the lads, who was too drunk to pay us any mind, and Michael kissed my neck in the taxi and slid his hand up my skirt, brazenly caressing my leg in front, with sly glances in the rear view mirror from the taxi driver who was visibly squirming in our company.
We dived into the house upon arrival, and he lead me up the stairs to the attic bedroom of a very grand high ceilinged town house. He lay down in the middle of the bed giving me no option but to straddle him and I arranged my skirts around me, grinding into him through clothes then leaning down to kiss him on the lips and neck. He was hard instantly and started unbuttoning my ladylike dress. He pulled my bra cups down so that my tits spilled out over the top and licked my nipples which always gets me hot and flustered with immediate effect. I pulled my knickers to the side as he took off his trousers and shorts, and I pulled his shirt off over his head, enjoying the look of his sexy physique. He had a really hot tattoo on his shoulder, which alluded to his profession as an actor. Men who have a passion for what they do pique my interest so the sight of it was quite erotic in itself.
He slid into my pussy with no resistance as I was soaking wet, and I rode him, clenching my pussy to heighten his pleasure. He sat up a little on his elbows and grabbed me by the arm and waist and effortlessly flipped me as though I weighed next to nothing into a position which left one leg over his shoulder and the other round his waist and he fucked me long and hard in that unusual sideways sort of position which pleasured me in sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had. It felt so deep. I was so very wet that it wasn’t difficult for Michael to ease his full length into my tight arse. By ‘Hotwife’ standards I am not very well used in the arse, so it was quite painful at first but he made it so pleasurable for me especially as I got wetter and saw his enjoyment increasing. We talked fantasies the whole time, him telling me how the first time he saw me he just wanted to fuck me there and then (that explains the intense look in the dressing room I thought). We discussed how he could come to my room at work, and we could fuck between rehearsals. Then he effortlessly flipped me again so I was on all fours and soon enough I was pushing back on to him again, taking his full length and enjoying every second of it. I felt so dirty and slutty allowing another man to fuck me in that taboo place and I imagined how I would torment my Fiancee about it later. Michael and I came together again, this time he exploded inside me, and I felt his hot cum. I shuddered with the unusual unique pleasure of orgasm achieved only by a through backdoor invasion. Unfortunately for Michael, his skill was such that I had been loudly appreciative of his fucking me, and the door banged with an angry enthusiasm from his prudish landlord who lived at the property.
How long he’d been at the door we didn’t know, it’s likely that he heard me saying Mike’s name as he pounded me, asking him how good it was to fuck my arse. The landlord treated me like a mere slut through the door, and said disgustedly “You have someone there? get RID of her then come to me for a little chat. I told you NO GUESTS.” I quickly and not very effectively collected myself together, embarrassed and feeling very very slutty and shared a deep passionate kiss with Michael, like it was our last, tinged with shame on both parts. But I fully hoped I would have a visit from him in my dressing room the following day, so we could continue out illicit, risky encounters. I tried to creep down the many stairs of the grand house, to find the landlord’s bedroom door ajar, and downstairs nonchalantly like some sort of pompous gargoyle in a dressing gown and slippers, arms crossed, the landlord observed me leave as though he was a bastion of virtue making me feel every inch the whore I was. The shame didn’t last long, Outside, I was triumphant, I’d been very well fucked and jubilantly made my way home to lord it over my loving cuckold.
I arrived home a few minutes shy of my curfew to show my Fiancee I could be ‘a good bad girl’ (good behaviour might ease his worry to make it easier for me to achieve a repeat performance) but in truth I probably would have fucked Michael again that night if we weren’t so rudely interrupted. My cuck remembers how I was that night when I met him in our bedroom, perhaps he’ll never forget; in his words, I looked disheveled, glowing, radiating a satisfied well fucked aura about me, and displaying an almost gloating demeanor towards him in my sexual satisfaction. But it couldn’t be complete until he had played his part, so I made him perform clean up duty on my well fucked pussy, sitting on his face with shameless abandon, still leaking Mike’s cum from my arse. When I was satisfied that he’d licked and soothed my swollen pussy with paramount effort, I allowed him to take his turn fucking me (his turn always being second to a lover, or if more than one lover present-last place!) Mike having turned me on gave us an even greater passion for each other, my appetite for my fiancee was strengthened, we fucked like mad, and he enjoyed the swollen velvety well-fucked feel of my pussy.
When we woke up the next morning, we picked over the finer details of my liaison with Mike again, relishing each dirty little detail, and we made love, cumming hard. I felt well used and satisfied having been fucked in the mouth, pussy and arse 4 times, by two different men in the space of 10 hours. I showered off 4 loads of cum. I found out the next day that Mike had been evicted from his room, following our session. I felt sorry for him, as 8 weeks remained in his contract at our workplace, so offered him my flat to live in, along with another actor I’d befriended in the cast while I spent more time at my Fiancee’s flat. Sexual tension was ever present at work, especially as my work had me in close proximity to Michael and our colleagues and it also involved essential intimate scenarios throughout. There was always the tension bubbling, sneaky side-along glances in mirrors, and when speaking professionally, lingered glares. I hoped every day that he would visit my dressing-room workshop for the fantasy we discussed but rehearsals and performances were intense. Shortly after our liaison, my Fiancee came to work with me one day to help, and Mike quietly took it as a sign that he was to stay away, he thought my cuck was standing his ground, and making his presence felt.
The feeling only intensified for Mike (as I found out later) when I brought my Fiancee to the sell out opening night, glammed up to the max in a very tight black dress and sparkling vintage jewelry. Backstage I wished the cast luck, my work was done, and I took a seat in the dress circle to enjoy the fruits of my labours. Actors are taught to ‘play to the dress circle’ during performances but this was something else, as I sat with my Fiancee, hand in hand, I noticed his mood shift and become very tense and agitated. Halfway through the first act, there was a ‘tableau’ where each actor stared into space, fixed for a time, as a visual effect, and Mike fixed very definitely on me.
The gaze was returned, our eyes locked and I couldn’t look away. it felt like forever. I thought my fiancee didn’t see, but he had and it increased his agitation. Things started getting a bit strange. We obviously hadn’t thought too much or talked enough about how my affair at work would make us feel. It was so horny at first, but as my cuck had to deal with the day to day reality that I was with Michael almost constantly it became problematic. I fancied Michael and longed for his cock again, but in pursuit of it would damage my relationship so I just fantasised about him while I made love with my fiancee. My longing for my lover damaged my fiancee’s self esteem for a time, though I made as much effort as possible to remind him I loved him. It built to such a climax as I was so work focused throughout the run of the show (though I didn’t have sexual contact with Mike) that in the end my Fiancee and I decided to turn our backs on the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle and never to play one on one again. Mainly because he was so scared I would fall in love with my lover instead of him. We’d barely decided it when the fantasy aspect of it started creeping back into our sex life, and he, in thinking another encounter with Mike would fulfil me, was prepared to put his own feelings and hurt on the line and risk everything to allow me the luxury of indulging with my lover again. None of this had been explained to Mike.
The run of the show had been a success and as we closed the last show on new year’s day, the wrap party loomed and I had the opportunity to celebrate a job well done with the cast. I very dubiously and cautiously listened as my Fiancee encouraged me to make a last chance attempt at seducing my lover back to bed before he returned to his home town. I knew he was doing it against his own better judgment but I knew my own mind, and I also knew that I loved him deeply and that the sex I longed for with Mike would not pose a threat to our love. My hotwife tendencies bled through and I selfishly allowed him to talk me into going out with the cast and having one last night of pleasure with the sexy actor I’d been lusting after since our last intimate encounter so many weeks before.
Mike and I laughed and drank with the cast, sitting next to each other, we plied each other with Sambuca and started talking sex again like the first night, this time bouncing off the very suggestive sexy American lady in our company. She helped direct the conversation as she and I flirted a little with each other. I could tell it was exciting him and that I could get him into bed again. I texted my fiancee throughout the night, though he was tetchy as my messages were clumsy and few. I hoped my coming home would smooth it all out. Mike touched me lightly under the table, though not obviously. as the evening drew to a close and the bar kicked out, he leaned closer once more and asked me (ironically) to come back to mine (as he was still living in my flat). I readily agreed and we bundled into the cab, while the other actor living at mine offered to walk home (intending to stay as out of our way as possible).
Back at my flat, he disappeared straight into the bedroom while I freshened up in the bathroom. When I entered the bedroom the glorious sight of him laying naked on my bed with a full erection greeted me and I instantly took off my clothes too. We talked dirty, describing the details of our thoughts throughout the weeks that we didn’t have contact, trying to understand each other’s perspectives. Him explaining why he didn’t come to me to fulfil our mutual fantasy of fucking at work, and me explaining that my fiancee was not trying to assert his presence to drive him away.
Within a few minutes we were pleasuring each other orally. I was greedily deepthroating him again, knowing I’d never have the chance again. Then he licked my pussy with enthusiasm making it even wetter for him to slide his cock into me. he asked me “Do you have any slutty outfits?” desperately wanting to please him, yet a little apprehensive I pulled out the only thing I’d left behind (the rest was all at cucks flat where I was mostly living) which just so happened to be a bondage/fetish harness made of black leather and metal rings. It was rather intimidating and strange looking, but had been in the wardrobe for a long time! I held it up to him and said “This is all I have here” and so he shrugged and said he’d give anything a go. I put it on, the black leather snaking around my breasts separating them, and an awkward double strap laying over my pussy with a slit in the centre for his cock to go through. All of my sexual parts were unapologetically displayed and bound in this odd thing, but Michael was game for anything. He used the straps to pull me down harder on to his cock and gripped it tightly in his fists to bring extra weight and power behind his pounding. He must have liked it as he was calling my name within seconds and we both fell all over each other on the bed this way and that, fucking one way then another with all the energy and lust of any other lovers in their mid-twenties. The harness really came into its own when he fucked me hard from behind, using the harness to ram me even harder than before. I love being fucked hard, so despite the awkwardness of the harness and its odd aesthetics, I was in hotwife heaven.
Once we’d both reached a shuddering climax, we both got up, got dressed whilst talking. Mike was surprised that I was heading off, he wanted to go for round two and was expecting a night of it. I so badly wanted to stay and fuck the living daylights out of him but I knew at home, my cuck was tortured (though this is usually right where I want him!) but this was something else… this affair never sat particularly well with my cuck, though he’s normally pretty chilled out. Insecurity seeped in quite badly for him, perhaps because professionally, Michael was my equal, my age, and around me a lot during the show we were working on. It was so difficult juggling my lust for Mike with the love I have for my Cuck, who sacrificed his own feelings and spent a lot of time brooding so that I could get fulfillment from this lover. I think it made us stronger though, and taught him that I love him completely despite my frequent infidelity. When I got home that night, looking disheveled, well fucked, with my hair in a mess, covered in Mike’s spunk, I fully intended to sit on cuck’s face, but I had pushed him too far with jealousy that night and did not get my opportunity to dominate him, which he’ll forever lament the loss of. Its only now, months later that we can enjoy the memory of what happened with Mike.
I hope you enjoyed the tale, for me, its collectively among the most powerfully erotic experiences I’ve had with a lover probably because of the mutual attraction but also because it was so emotionally powerful both bad and good with my cuck, which although painful in ways, heightens things for us as a couple.
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Read Scarlett’s first post to hotwifeblog - Business Trip Liaison
Read about Scarlett’s 2nd Bull here
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- for me. When we got to Vegas, hubby went off to his meeting, and my friend and I decided to go out and hit a club or two and see what was going on.
