July 19, 2013
What an amazing story today from Hotwife Kim. I was glued to this all the way through. It’s fascinating how peoples lives turn out and how they find themselves in the lifestyle. Many not even knowing the term hotwife or cuckold before they do.
For those that wish to chat some more to Kim you can do so by visiting her profile here on Hotwife Hub.
I can’t believe that I am writing about something that I have kept secret for so long.
I have just, recently, found out that there is a term that describes what I have been since 1989. I am late to the world of the internet so since 1989, I have been thinking that I was living in a very secretive open relationship due to my large appetite for sex and my husband’s depth of understanding. Over the years, I have heard other people describe other women who do what I do with such names as slut and whore but until just a few weeks ago, I have never heard the term Hot Wife. After hearing this term, I borrowed my daughter’s laptop and done a search on Hot Wife and have found that in a broad spectrum, it does describe what I am. I was quite relieved to learn that there are other women who are like me and that there are other men who are like my husband because for many years, I have thought that he and I were, for lack of a better word, weird.
To give you a little background on me, I grew up in a small rural town in Kentucky. I grew up on a farm and lived a pretty normal life in a fairly normal family. Even though, my mom and dad were divorced, my dad lived close by so he remained a big part of my life.
As I reached puberty, I developed rather quickly and have, since puberty, been very well endowed in the breast department. The rest of my body has always been tiny except for what most people call my bubble butt. Even though, I have a well-proportioned body, throughout my teen years and early twenties, I was plagued with bad acne and my nose, well my nose has always been too big for my face.
When I was in 9th grade, I met my first boyfriend. He wasn’t very handsome but he was nice and my mom loved him and him having grown up on a farm, he and I had a lot in common. When I was 17, he and I became engaged to be married a few months after we graduated from high school. The day I graduated high school, I got a job in a local factory and he went to a technical school about 100 miles from where we grew up. He came home every weekend so we were still together almost as much as we had been before.
A few months later, he got a job where he was going to school so since he had to work on some weekends, I agreed to go there and stay with him on the weekend. We had never spent the night alone in the same house or apartment before so needless to say, the first time we did, we had sex and that is when I lost my virginity and so did he. All of my friends had lost their virginity when we were still in school and I had always heard how great sex felt but I didn’t think it was all that great but continued to have sex with him every time I went to see him.
Back home, I had always admired a large house that was close to where I lived but I had never met the man who owned it because he had moved there from somewhere else. One evening while I was on my way home from work, I saw the man getting his mail from his mailbox. He looked to be in his early thirties and was quite handsome. I asked around town about him and found out that he was single so every time I saw him after that, I always waved at him just hoping that we could meet and become friends.
Later, I was in a local restaurant and noticed a small card taped to the front of the cash register with a notice of someone needing a part time house keeper. I needed some extra money to buy furniture and things for mine and my fiancé’s house since we were to be married at the end of the next month. Upon inquiring about the notice, I learned that it was the man in the big house so I called and applied for the job. He told me to come by for an interview the next afternoon when I got off of work.
I ran home and showered and put on a dress and went to the interview. He was very nice and even more handsome than I had first thought. He said he only needed someone to come in once per week and if I was ok with that, I could start that day. I was not dressed to clean a house and I was tired from working all day but I agreed to do it anyway. As I was cleaning, I noticed that he was watching my every move. In a joking way, I asked him if he liked watching me work and he replied that he just liked watching me. I was, to say the least, flattered.
As I cleaned his bedroom, I began to find women’s clothing and I told him that I had heard that he was single. He said he was single but did have a girlfriend which kind of knocked the wind out of my sails. Considering I was to be married in less than two months, I still had a secret fantasy. In another room, there were photos of him and her in frames sitting about the room. She was tall, slim and beautiful. I asked him why I had never seen her and him together. He explained that she worked from noon until 7PM and worked in the next town over from us and he worked from 11PM until 7AM so they didn’t get to go out much except on weekends. Since I had been going to my boyfriend’s house on the weekends, I wouldn’t have seen them out.
As I continued to clean, he continued to watch me and I asked him what his girlfriend would think about him watching me. He said she wouldn’t like him watching a beautiful young lady like me but so long as she couldn’t read his mind, she would be ok. I chuckled to myself as I thought the very same thing about my fiancé`. I asked him what she would see if she could read his mind. He said I probably didn’t want to know but I insisted so he told me that she would see him passionately kissing a beautiful young lady wearing only a white lace bra and red panties.
Not realizing that I had mismatched my underwear as I hurriedly dressed to make it on time to my interview, I didn’t realize that he was talking about me and again what was left of the wind in my sails drained away and out of aggravation, I suggested that since his girlfriend was not due to be home for four more hours, he should go find that young lady and make his thoughts a reality. His face lit up like a full moon as he asked if that is really what I thought he should do. Feeling really sad, I mumbled “Yes.”
He walked across the room toward me and stood right in front of me and bent down and kissed me. I was totally shocked and asked what he was doing. He reached down and pulled the top of my dress open and revealed my white lace bra at which time I realized that he was talking about me. I asked him how he knew what my underwear looked like. He said that watching me clean the stairs had its advantages.
Even though I had fantasies, I had never so much as kissed anyone other than my fiancé`. He stepped back and apologized and I think he, truly, felt bad about what he had done. He then walked out of the house and out onto the deck where he remained as I finished cleaning his house. When I was done, I gathered my things and went out to tell him I was leaving. When he paid me, I bent down and kissed him on the lips and turned and walked away.
With thousands of thoughts mixed with feelings of guilt racing through my mind, I could not wait for the following Monday when I was to go back and clean for John again. This would be the beginning of my life as a Hot Wife.
The following Monday, I raced home and took my time showering and dressing and returned to John’s house to clean. Dressed in a denim mini skirt and half tee shirt with no sleeves, I went to his house and found him working in his barn. I will never forget how he looked standing there shirtless with sweat glistening on his chest and stomach. I wanted to stay in the barn with him but he told me the house was unlocked and he would be up when he finished in the barn. As I turned to walk away, he said that his girlfriend would really be pissed if she could read his mind that day. I smiled and kissed him and told him my fiancé` would be pissed too.
While I was cleaning upstairs, I heard him come in but by the time I got downstairs, he was in the shower so I went back to what I was doing. As I was coming down the stairs, he stood at the bottom wearing only a pair of shorts. He watched every step I made and complimented me on my panties at which I, brazenly, replied that I had made sure to match them with my bra just for him. He smiled and asked why my fiancé` would be pissed. I stepped down in front of him and put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. As I kissed him, I slipped my hand down over his chest and stomach to the front of his shorts. I could not believe I was doing what I was doing. I felt his hard cock pressing against his shorts and as I rubbed it, he raised my top and massaged my breasts with both hands. He could have taught my fiancé` a lot because I was more turned on at that moment than I had ever been with my fiancé`.
He pulled his mouth from mine and unfastened my bra and sucked my breasts while he pulled up my skirt and massaged me through my panties. My legs were quivering and he pushed me back and sat me on the stairs behind me. He pulled my panties off and lowered his head between my legs and made me do something that I had only heard about before. It was my first orgasm and I thought I was going to faint. He stood up and pulled down his shorts and pushed his cock into my mouth. I had sucked my fiancé` but had never enjoyed it. I not only enjoyed sucking John, I didn’t want to stop. That day, I learned all about what my friends in school had been telling me about the pleasures of sex.
Every day for the next 5 weeks, except for weekends, I went to his house and got my daily dose of real sex. By then, I had a key to his house and would even leave work at lunch and wait on his girlfriend to leave and would go in and suck him off. One day, when I went in, he stopped me before I went down on him and warned me that he had just had sex with his girlfriend and had not cleaned up yet. I had always fantasized about having sex with another woman and had no qualms about going down on him. The taste of her and his juice drove me wild. I loved it.
On the day I was to be married, I wanted John and called him and asked him to meet me at a park near the church where I was to be married. It was like I just could not get enough of him. As I walked down the aisle that afternoon, I was sore and my panties were damp with his cum that oozed out of me with each step.
I thought when I moved out of town to live with my husband, I would be able to get him off of my mind and it worked for about a month then I wanted him so bad, I drove back home just to be with him. My husband had no idea that I had ever been with anyone else and was not the least bit suspicious so I found myself driving back to be with John at least once per week. John knew I liked the taste of his girlfriend on him and would make it a point to have sex with her just before she left in the afternoons that I was coming to see him.
Just before I had been married for a year, my husband found out what I had been doing and divorced me and I couldn’t have been happier. I returned home and went back to work at the factory and continued seeing John every chance I got which was not near enough. By then, the acne on my face had cleared up and other guys started coming around and even though I flirted with them, I didn’t have sex with them.
John knew how much I loved sex and insisted that I play the field for a while and assured me that I could still be with him whenever his girlfriend wasn’t there. I found out that wearing low cut and sleeveless tops and no bra brought plenty of attention my way and I started taking guys up on their offers. It got to the point where I would be with a different guy each day and I always told John who they were and what I had done with them which seemed to turn him on even more so than usual.
There was one guy in town who I had always found extremely attractive. He was my age and I had known him most of my life but we had never been anything more than just friends. One evening, I saw him at a softball game and he asked me if I still cleaned houses. I told him that I did and he asked if I would be interested in cleaning his apartment on Mondays after work. I told him that was the time I cleaned John’s house so I would have to see if I could make a schedule change.
When I talked to John about it, he told me I could clean Glenn’s apartment then come to clean his house after I was done which gave me an idea. I told Glenn that I would have to come to his apartment without going home to clean up first and he suggested that I bring a change of clothes and shower at his apartment which was working out just the way I wanted. The first evening I went to his apartment, I “accidently” left my clothes in his bedroom before I went across the hall to take a shower. There was a large mirror in his den than reflected down the hall so I made it a point to walk nude from the shower so he could see me in the mirror.
My plan worked and if he was not interested in sex with me before, he definitely was after I walked down his hall and he came to the bedroom where I was getting dressed and well both of us got what we wanted. I had already cleaned his apartment before I took the shower so I left and went straight to John’s. I told him what had happened and rather than wait for me to clean his house, he led me to the bedroom and proceeded to go down on me even though he knew that I had just been filled with Glenn’s cum.
I don’t think he nor I had ever been as turned on as we were that evening and the sex that followed was even more awesome than usual. Fast forward a year and John and his girlfriend split up and he and I became engaged and we have been very happily married since 1993. We left Kentucky and moved to Tennessee. I continue to have boyfriends on the side and John knows all about each of them. I also have one girlfriend in which I, occasionally, share with him.
Maybe I will share more later.
Kim - Tennessee, USA