JULY 21ST: HER FIRST INTERNATIONAL HOTWIFE DAY
A Las Vegas Story
My wife Nicole and I had been engaged for 14 years. We had 3 kids, a mortgage, careers, school schedules, grocery lists, and all the ordinary responsibilities that somehow accumulate when two people build a life together.
It started the way most fantasies often do.
In bed.
Late at night.
I was the one who brought it up. I’d asked her, half-joking, half-not, whether she’d ever wondered what it would be like to be with another man. Given the fact that we’re all human, I knew the answer would be yes.
Nicole went quiet. The question hung in the air.
“Where is this coming from?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I was just lying here, thinking about it.”
“You’ve thought about other men touching me?”
“I’ve thought about you wanting something different, maybe a little excitement.”
She didn’t answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was careful.
“I don’t know if I could do that.”
“You know. It’s just…” She paused. “That’s not who I am.”
I let it go that night. But I didn’t stop thinking about it, and neither, it turned out, did she.
Over the following weeks I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her with other men. She’s such a beautiful sexual goddess, and the thought of other men giving her orgasms was such a turn on for me. One of my biggest triggers was men bringing that pussy of hers to a pulsating mess of juices.
I brought it up again. Carefully. A question here. A hypothetical there. She’d shut it down, then circle back to it herself a few days later, unprompted. It was like she couldn’t quite leave it alone.
“I’m not the kind of woman who does this,” she said one night.
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Ryan.”
“I believe you.”
But something in her tone had already started to shift.
Then, three weeks before Vegas, I made the profile. A joint account, her arms crossed while she watched me type.
Married couple visiting Las Vegas. Together fourteen years. First timers.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” she said.
“You can tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
The messages started coming in. Nicole read them over my shoulder, quiet at first, then increasingly quiet in a different way, the way a person gets quiet when they’re paying very close attention.
“That one’s cute,” she said once, before catching herself. “I mean, not that it matters.”
“You can think he’s cute.”
“I didn’t say that.”
But something had changed. The woman who two weeks earlier had said that’s not who I am was now the one asking to see more photos. She started talking about it in the shower, in the car, last thing before falling asleep. She always framed it as a joke and followed up by saying, “Obviously I’m not really going to.” Except she kept coming back to it anyway, like a tongue returning to a sore tooth.
“I keep picturing it,” she admitted one night. “Not just being with someone else, but being easy. Being desired like that. Like I’m the kind of woman men can’t help themselves around.”
“Nicole, in case you haven’t noticed, you are that woman. All of our friends’ husbands want you.”
“Shut up. I don’t know why it does something to me. But it does.”
Then, four days before we flew out, I panicked.
I’m not sure what changed. I think it was the fact that I jerked off to the thought of it right before our trip. That, mixed with lying awake, picturing it as something real instead of a conversation, sort of freaked me out. I opened my laptop at midnight and pulled up the profile, my thumb hovering over delete.
“What are you doing?” I heard Nicole’s voice from the doorway.
“I think I made a mistake.”
She came and sat beside me. “What kind of mistake?”
“I don’t know if I can actually let you do it. Watching you with someone else. I thought I could, but now that it’s close, I don’t know.”
I expected relief from her. Agreement. Thank God, me neither.
Instead, she took the laptop out of my hands and closed it.
“No,” she said. You wanted it, and you’re going to love it”
“Nicole!”
“You started this. You just wait and see.” She smirked as she reached down and squeezed my cock.
“I know, but…”
“You don’t get to start it and then take it back just because you’re scared now.” Her voice was steadier than I’d ever heard it on the subject. “I spent three weeks telling you I wasn’t that kind of woman. I’m done telling you that.”
I stared at her.
“I’ve been thinking about it every night,” she said. “About what I’d wear. About how it would feel to have a man who isn’t my husband inside me. About being a little skanky”… she searched for the word, almost embarrassed to land on it. “ A little…easy. Just for one night. I didn’t ask for that thought. It just showed up and it hasn’t left.”
I felt my nerves melt away as my desire grew.
“You’re so fucking hot babe.”
“You woke something up in me, and now you don’t get to put it back to sleep because you got cold feet.”
I didn’t say anything. What could I say?
“We’re going to Vegas,” she said. “And I’m going to decide how the night goes, and trust me, it’s going to be a night you love.”
LAS VEGAS
We landed on a Thursday and checked into The Marquis Resort. As we walked to our room, I noticed a sign that said 24-hour wedding chapel tucked just off the lobby. Neither of us said much about the conversation from nights earlier. The heaviness of the topic sat between us, unfinished, the way a held breath sits in your chest.
I woke the next morning to sunlight through the curtains of our terrace suite. Nicole was already up, standing on the balcony in a white hotel robe, coffee in hand, looking out over the Strip.
“You’re staring,” she said, without turning around.
“I’m married. I’m allowed.”
She came back inside, hair still messy from sleep, no makeup, and somehow the no-makeup natural look always turned me on the most. Something about a woman in her natural state meant deep love to me.
“Do you know what today is?” she asked.
“Tuesday.”
She rolled her eyes. “July 21st.”
I knew what she meant. I wanted to hear her say it anyway.
“And?”
She untied her robe just enough to make me forget the question.
“Happy International Hotwife Day, husband.”
Something shifted in her expression.
“Are you ready for the day of your life? Because I know I am!”
THE POOL
By early afternoon, Nicole wasn’t waiting to be noticed. She was the one doing the noticing.
I watched it happen almost in real time, like some kind of internal switch flipping. The nervous woman from weeks ago, hovering over a laptop asking, “Is this really who I am?”, was gone. In her place was a sexual being on the hunt for cock. She walked into Eclipse Beach Club like she was the only woman there.
“Watch this,” she said as she strolled away. Before I could ask what she meant, she’d crossed the pool deck toward a group of guys at the swim-up bar. I watched as they all stared at her perfectly shaped, thick, round ass as she passed. Every one of them had to adjust themselves like they were instantly hard. After finishing her catwalk, Nicole plopped down on the lounge chair in the cabana I had reserved, and I joined her. Nicole decided to take another walk to score us some drinks.
She returned ten minutes later with drinks she hadn’t paid for.
“You just did that.”
“I did.” She took a sip. “I liked it.”
“Nicole!”
“What? You started this. Don’t act surprised that I’m good at it.”
By mid-afternoon she wasn’t drifting toward attention; she was directing it. She chose who came to our area. She decided how long conversations lasted. When one guy overstepped, she cut him off flat and moved to someone else without a flicker of guilt.
She could have had anyone at that pool, and some part of her clearly knew it.
I sat there, half a spectator in my own fantasy, and felt something twist low in my chest that wasn’t jealousy at all.
“You okay?” she asked at one point, catching my face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you this much.”
She smiled, slow, aware of exactly what she was doing to me. “Good. Because I’m not done.”
The idea had been mine. I’d planted it weeks ago, testing the water. Somewhere between then and this pool deck, it had stopped being my idea and become something entirely hers, bigger, hungrier, more certain than anything I’d imagined when I made that profile.
Every time she looked back at me now, it wasn’t to ask permission.
It was to make sure I was watching.
That’s when Chase appeared. Younger, 35, blond, tanned, easy confidence. But this time, she’s the one who found him.
She walked straight up to him at the bar, said something I couldn’t hear. By the time I caught up to them, she’d already invited him back toward our cabana.
“You’re not even going to ask me?” I said quietly, once we were inside.
“I’m asking you now. Is this okay?”
I looked at her, flushed, certain, already unbothered by an answer that wasn’t yes.
“Yeah,” I said. “Damn right it’s okay.” Chase’s bulge was huge. I knew he was packing and now knew exactly why she picked him. In that split second, all I could think about was his thick hard cock inside my wife, pounding her to orgasm while I watched.
“Good.” She turned to Chase. “Sit.”
He did. I got up and pulled our curtains so it was only us.
She started to kiss him. Not the other way around. And when his hand found her waist, she instantly spread her legs open and pushed his hand down to her pussy, exactly where it belonged.
She’d already decided the whole shape of the next hour before either of us had caught up to her.
I sat across from them, useless in the best way, watching my wife’s pussy have another man’s finger part her lips, then disappear inside her. It was happening…
As his fingers pushed deeper, she threw her head back and pushed her chest forward. She loved every second of it. She eased herself all the way back onto the cabana bed while he gently pushed her legs farther apart. He became more confident, starting with one finger, then two, and finally three. I could see her pussy juice start to flow and his hands start to glisten as his fingers thrusted in and out of her. 3 fingers were no problem for my wife. I used to try to put my fist in her pretty pussy on the regular.
That was it…
Then she reached for him, wrapping her hand around his cock, and slowly pulling his shorts down. While he continued fingering her, they shifted beside each other in a position almost like a 69. She began giving him a slow, sloppy blowjob.
His cock was huge. I thought it looked big when it was soft, but once he became fully hard, he had to be at least 7 inches and thick. She could barely fit him into her mouth, so she focused on slowly teasing and sucking the head. I couldn’t stop watching as he continued pleasuring her pussy, now sucking on her clit as he kept working over her pussy hole. Watching the two of them was next level.
Then it happened.
She suddenly sat up, guided him onto his back, and swung one leg over him in the mounting position. From where I was sitting at the end of the cabana bed, I could see her back view – her thick ass cheeks, pussy, and the bottom view of his cock and balls.
She reached down, grabbed his thick shaft, and guided his head into her pussy. She started to squat down onto him. It was mesmerizing the way her swollen pussy lips wrapped around his thick cock, taking him inch by inch before finally swallowing him completely.
I could already feel pre-cum soaking my shorts. This is really happening, I kept telling myself.
She began riding him with long, deliberate squats, her pussy sliding up and down his cock making sure his entire shaft was well lubricated with her juice. The view was incredible.
I watched her feet press into the mattress, her thighs flex, and her ass tighten with every stroke. Her lower back arched, the dimples appearing and disappearing as she rocked her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. The position was next level.
She switched to her knees. I could see her foot soles and butt cheeks clenching harder as she continued thrusting forward and then loosening up as she slid back and forth, her thick ass clenching and releasing, showing her sexy ass dimples ever thrust. He started to tense up, and before I knew it, his cock started to throb.
He was cumming in her, and I was loving every second of it.
Within seconds of him shooting his load, she started. I could see her sexy ass hole start to throb open and closed. They literally orgasmed in sync. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been dreaming of. I watched in awe as cum leaked out onto his balls mixed with her juice.
That was, I think, one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.
She collapsed on top of him and lay there for a few seconds as she caught her breath. Finally I saw her ass relax and loosen and his cock slowly start to slip out of her cum filled pussy.
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go in. I wanted to fuck her next right on the spot and add a second load. I thought about it, but I was nervous at the same time.
“She looked over and said, “Baby, get over here.”
“I love you,” I said. “Did you love that?”
She smiled.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life,” I whispered. “You’re such an incredible woman.”
Chase thanked us, pulled his shorts back on, and quietly slipped out.
The two of us lay together for a moment before she smiled and said, “Let’s get cleaned up, head back to the hotel, and get ready for dinner. The night’s not over yet.”
I smiled to myself.
At that moment, I knew I didn’t want to fuck her yet. I wanted to save it for later. The anticipation had become almost intoxicating, and if the night was going to continue, I wanted to hold onto every ounce of that raw, primal excitement.
“Well?” she said.
“I think you just ruined me a little.”
She laughed, delighted. “Good. That was the plan.”
THE SHIFT
Something changed once the sun went down.
At the pool, Nicole had been the one setting terms. But getting ready for the club that night, she went quiet in a different way. Not nervous exactly, but distracted, like she was somewhere else in her head.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
She didn’t answer right away.
“Earlier today,” she finally said, “I felt like I could have anyone. Like the whole pool belonged to me.”
“You did.”
“Tonight I don’t want that.”
I waited.
“Tonight I don’t want to be in charge.” She turned to face me, and there was something almost vulnerable underneath the black dress and the makeup and the confidence. “I want to stop deciding things. I want someone else to.”
“Nicole”
“Three someones.” She said it like she’d been holding the thought in all afternoon, waiting for the right moment to let it out. “I want to walk into that club and not be the one running anything. I want to just be wanted. However they want me.”
I felt the floor tilt slightly.
“You started this whole thing,” she said, quieter now, “and I don’t think you understand what you actually did. You didn’t just open a door. You found something in me that was already there and gave it permission. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. I think about being exactly what a certain kind of woman is, the kind men want without asking. The kind who doesn’t get to say no because she doesn’t want to.”
“That’s not…” I started, some old instinct in me reaching for the brakes.
“I know what it sounds like,” she said. “I don’t care. I’ve spent three weeks trying to be embarrassed about it, and I’m done. Tonight, I don’t want control. I want to lose it completely, and I want you to watch me do it.”
I didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“Are you scared?” she asked.
“A little.”
“Good.” She reached for my hand. “So am I. Let’s go anyway.”
THE NIGHTCLUB
We arrived at Vertex Nightclub shortly before 10.
If the pool had cracked something open in Nicole, the nightclub blew it wide open.
The music.
The lights.
The bodies.
The champagne.
The hostess led us through the velvet ropes and into one of the club’s premier VIP sections. Our private table overlooked the dance floor, complete with bottle service, plush seating, and a dedicated server who greeted us with a chilled bottle of champagne waiting on ice.
Nicole looked absolutely incredible.
She had spent extra time getting ready that evening, and it showed. Heads turned everywhere we went. Even before our first drinks arrived, people were stealing glances at her directly.
She smiled at me as our champagne was poured.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“So have I,” I admitted.
After finishing our first drinks, she reached for my hand.
“Come dance with me.”
The dance floor was packed. The music was loud, the lights flashed overhead, and the entire club seemed alive.
She danced with complete confidence, smiling and laughing as strangers made room around her. It was impossible not to notice the attention she was getting.
A woman smiled as she danced past.
“I just have to tell you,” she said over the music, “you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
My wife laughed and thanked her.
The woman stepped in for a kiss, and I watched in surprise as my wife welcomed it. They started eagerly making out within inches of me.
I leaned closer.
“You’ve got everyone looking on you tonight.”
She grabbed my cock and continued kissing and groping the random hot blonde woman. I looked down to see their hands disappearing beneath each other’s skirts. Nicole tilted her head back and gasped as the woman’s fingers found her sweet spot.
After fondling each other for a few, the woman grabbed Nicole by the face, kissed her hard, and walked away. Nicole laughed wildly, throwing her head back and getting lost in a mix of music and intoxication. We stayed on the dance floor for another twenty minutes before returning to our VIP table. Fresh drinks were already waiting for us.
As we settled back into the booth, two impeccably dressed men approached.
“Good evening,” the older of the two said with a friendly smile. “I hope we’re not interrupting.”
“Not at all,” I replied.
“I’m Massimo.”
“And I’m Favio.”
After shaking our hands, Massimo smiled at my wife.
“We own the club. We couldn’t help but notice you two. You both look like you’re having the best time of anyone in the room.”
She thanked them warmly.
Massimo gestured toward the bottle.
“Mind if we join you for a drink?”
“Please,” I said.
Within minutes, the four of us were laughing together like we’d known each other for years.
“So,” Favio asked, raising his glass, “What brings you to Vegas?”
She smiled at me before answering.
“Honestly? We came here to have fun.”
“And today happens to be International Hotwife Day,” I added with a grin.
The brothers exchanged curious looks.
“I don’t think we’ve ever heard of that,” Massimo said.
She laughed.
“Most people haven’t.”
“So what does that mean?” Favio asked.
“It means we’re looking to have some hotwife experiences and we’re celebrating stepping outside our comfort zone,” Nicole explained with a smile. “I had so much fun in our Cabana earlier with a young stud that I thought tonight would be the perfect night to meet some more interesting men and see where the evening leads.”
Massimo smiled knowingly.
“Well… I think you’ve come to the right place.”
He looked at the three of us.
“If you’re interested, we’d love to invite you to our private owners’ lounge in the back. It’s much quieter, much more exclusive, and you’ll meet our private bartender, Marcus.”
She looked over at me with an excited smile.
I already knew my answer.
“We’d love to.”
THE PRIVATE ROOM
He led us through a door at the back of the club that didn’t look like a door at all. It was just a panel in the dark wood wall, unmarked, and guarded by a man who nodded at Massimo. He stepped aside without a word so we could gain entry.
The room beyond it was another world entirely.
Low light. Dark wood everywhere – the bar, the walls, the floor. Tall leather loungers arranged around low tables were deep enough to sink into. A private bar ran the length of one wall. Backlit bottles were arranged like art. No music pounding through speakers here, just a low ambient hum, something you felt more than heard.
“Nobody else has access,” Fabio said, watching Nicole take it in. “Not even the other guests. Just us.”
We chose to sit right at the bar. No back barstools. Massimo introduced us to Marcus, the bartender. He was a handsome, light-skinned black guy with a classy butler-style outfit. Marcus was muscular and well put together. We all grabbed a seat at the bar and started to talk about the occasion as Marcus started pouring drinks.
He served up 5 tequila shots. Is there a better way to celebrate? As I watched Nicole down her shot without a second thought,I knew it was going to get wild. The conversation went on for about 10-15 minutes, and we easily put down 3 or 4 shots each while also sipping on a bottle of Ace Champagne that they popped.
I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly sexy Nicole looked as I sat proudly beside her. I did a quick scan of the room and noticed all 3 of the men were completely mesmerized by her. I felt that same feeling grip my stomach as I thought about their primal instincts and what they wanted to do to my wife. I knew they all shared the same thoughts – making my wife scream while filling her up with cum. I mean, look at her. I couldn’t blame them. Plus, now that they knew it was Hotwife day and Nicole was looking to get laid, they had to know what was coming next.
At this point, it was more about who was going to initiate and get things rolling.
Then, all of a sudden, Favio puts his cup in the air and yells, “Cheers to International Hotwife Day and to Nicole and her husband!”
He tipped his glass in our direction, and we all joined in the celebration. It was clear we were all ready to get this party started.
Massimo spoke first. And his question was directed at Nicole. “So, who do you like?”
It was clear the 3 of them thought there would only be one lucky guy tonight.
Nicole eagerly responded, “Do you have a spot where I can go with all 3 of you?”
They looked as shocked as I was. But despite my shock, my dick got hard instantly. All I could think about was these 3 guys about to pound my wife out. The thought of watching her orgasm on their dicks had me leaking precum. Nicole’s ass hung over the edge of the bar stool. Her skirt only half covering her ass as the bottom half of butt cheeks and thong were on full display. Massimo and Favio kept leaning back to look at it.
Then, when he couldn’t wait any longer, Massimo leaned in for a whisper, before kissing Nicole on the cheek and sliding his hand down her back. I watched his fingers trail past her skirt and land on her base ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, and Nicole squirmed. She loved it. She instantly arched her back and stuck her ass out a little further off the edge of the chair.
“You like that?” She asked, arching her back a little further. “You like my thick booty?”
Massimo responded, “That’s one of the nicest ass’s I’ve ever seen.” He slowly slid his hand down further between her butt cheek to her easily accessible pussy from behind. I watched as he pulled her lace red thong to the side and started to finger bang her while her ass hung over the edge of the barstool.
Nicole was leaning her chest and arms forward on the bar, staring Marcus the bartender in the eyes while telling Massimo, “More fingers”.
Instantly, he pushed 4 fingers past the knuckles into her pussy while his palm and thumb cupped her ass cheek.
Nicole reached back, unzipping Massimo’s fly and pulling out his cock, stroking it with her petite hands. Her eyes were still locked on Marcus as she slowly jerked off Massimo and grinded against his fingers and hand.
I can see Massimo’s hand getting slick with Nicole’s pussy juice, the same way Chase’s did earlier.
Then I hear something come out of Nicole’s mouth I wasn’t expecting. She spoke with confidence and conviction – “Put it in me.”
I’ve watched a lot of bar stool porn scenes (always a personal fave) but never expected it to be happening in front of me. Nicole looked amazing perched over the edge of the bar stool, her dripping pussy hanging out, skirt pulled up, and underwear pushed to the side. She was on full display.
Massimo adjusts himself, taking position behind her. The barstool was the perfect height, as if they were made specifically for this exact purpose. Massimo takes his cock in his hand, sliding easily into her wet pussy while her eyes stay locked on Marcus. As Massimo beats her pussy up from behind, her ass cheeks make a clapping sound against his body. Marcus looks on in awe, his dick growing visibly against his thigh.
As expected, he’s packing major BBC. Nicole was going to get just the pounding she had hoped for. And I’d be there, looking on the entire time. Suddenly, Favio speaks up – “Let’s go up to our private residence”
Nicole and I make eye contact briefly. “Let’s roll,” I say, slamming my empty glass down on the table.
Massimo lingers inside Nicole for a few more seconds before pulling his cock out of my wife. It’s completely covered in her cream. Marcus pours himself one more tequila shot and downs it quickly before saying, “To a crazy night filled with pleasure.”
Favio grabs a bottle of Ace, and we all start to head upstairs. As Nicole gets off her barstool, I can’t help but notice that it’s completely covered in her juice. There’s a nice visible streak of her soaking wetness covering the entire seat. I rub my hand along it as I walk by, collecting my wife’s cream and rubbing my fingers together. I loved the slickness and feel of it.
We enter a private elevator together just around the corner. As soon as the doors close, Nicole drops to her knees. The men don’t hesitate, and the next thing I know, there are 2 dicks out in my wife’s face. Nicole starts sucking and stroking them without hesitation. I know she loves sucking the head and gripping the shaft with her small hands, and my God was she good at it. I didn’t envy the men who were no doubt trying to hold off. Nicole always made me cum so fucking fast.
A few seconds later, the elevator stops, and the doors open up.
Nicole quickly gets to her feet, wiping a few droplets of precum and saliva from her lips and chin. She’s excited; I can tell. She loves being submissive. Just doing what she’s told without having to make any decisions. This is what she asked for. I was so turned on by watching her finally give in to her inner desires and instincts as a woman.
We step out of the elevator into a beautiful suite overlooking the strip, with floor-to-ceiling windows. The Vegas vibe hit hard. You instantly feel important – like you’re about to have the night of your life. The mix of bright lights, alcohol, luxury decor, and sex in the air all set the scene for an unforgettable night.
We don’t waste any time and go straight into the bedroom. Favio pops another bottle of champagne, slams it, and passes it on. Everyone starts to take their clothes off, like an unspoken understanding. The men remove their dress shirts and pants, while I unbutton my own. My throbbing cock has been waiting to join the fun.
Nicole turns to me, grabbing my arm. “Are you good?”
I smile at her, “Oh, I’m good, baby, Honestly, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Now get into that bed right now.” I give her round ass a firm smack. “Go do what you need to do.”
I turn to the guys and tip my head. “Have fun with her. And be sure to make her cum hard. I want to see her squirt.” And with that, I sit down on a chair tucked away in the corner of the room, just waiting for the show to start.
Massimo approaches Nicole first, still rock hard from the preview you got downstairs. He pulls her underwear off and smells it. I watch as he deeply inhales it. Nicole watches and giggles in amusement. She loves being wanted. Without waiting another minute, he tosses her down onto the bed, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide open.
Nicole happily lies on her back – naked, exposed, and ready for cock, Fabio and Marcus climb onto the bed, positioning themselves on either side of her head. Their cocks are inches from her lips.
Nicole wraps her hands around their hard, hung packages, taking turns sucking the tips and stroking their shafts. Her hands and mouth move from one man to the other, trying to pleasure them both equally.
She gasps and gags on their cocks as Massimo goes down on her. I watch as his tongue and fingers explore her clit and lips. Nicole’s back arches and she squeezes the two cocks in her hands as Massimo eats her more feverishly.
“Fuck me!”
It was a command more than a request, and Massimo happily obliges, moving his body between her legs and thrusting his thick cock into her waiting pussy. He grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back and pounding her fast and hard. Her feet are flapping in the air, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful feet and soles.
I’m touching myself now, completely naked in the corner, watching my wife live out what started as my fantasy but quickly became ours to share. I’m sipping on champagne with one hand and stroking my throbbing cock with the other. I watch in awe as Nicole grabs hold of her own ankles, pulling her legs behind her head and driving Massimo’s cock even deeper into her dripping hole.
What is she doing? I asked myself. This was a position I hadn’t seen her in before. I listened intently as she told Massimo to cum inside her.
“Cum in me. Pull out, jerk off, and then cum in me. I want to see it shoot in.”
Nicole pulls her legs back even further. I knew she was flexible but not like this. She’s staring down at her own pussy, her ass lifting off the bed. Marcus and Favio are still near her head, stroking their own cocks and watching with the same attention as I am from the corner. Nicole’s pussy was gaping wide open, between Massimo’s pounding and how far her legs were stretched back.
Then it happened. I watched and listened as Massimo started to cum. He shot huge ropes of cum all over and in her pussy, aiming for her wide open hole. Nicole watched with pleasure, trying to manipulate her body not to waste a single drop.
“Yes, just like that!” She was having the time of her life. “Cover my pussy in cum. Fill me with your hot load. I’m such a little cum slut. Give it to me.”
Hearing those words come out of her mouth made me almost pop off right there. But I knew I had to wait. I slowed down my own strokes, downing the last drop of champagne and shifting in my seat.
Favio reaches down, grabbing Nicole firmly by the hair and directing her mouth back to his cock.
“Suck it.”
She holds back, smirking. “Are you gonna give me your cum? Are you gonna shoot your cum into my mouth so I can swallow it all?”
Favio’s jaw clenches, and he nods. “Yeah, baby. Suck it. Suck the head.”
Nicole starts sucking his cock hard and squeezing his balls. It doesn’t take long before he’s shooting his cum into her mouth. I thought I’d be able to see it, but I can’t, because she’s drinking every last drop. I watch as my wife drinks his load and drains his balls like she’s been starved for a month.
I look down at my own dick. My cock, hands, and balls are covered in precum. It’s leaking everywhere. I know my turn is coming soon but not yet. Not until Marcus has his turn. My wife needs that bartender’s BBC to deal with her pussy.
As if reading my mind, Marcus makes his way down the bed and between her legs. He shoves her knees apart, exposing her cum-covered, swollen, gaping pussy. I watch from afar as he pushes his fat cock head into her wetness. I can see her pussy stretch even further, trying to take all of him. She starts moaning instantly, and I know she won’t last long.
Marcus thrusts into her until he’s balls deep. His entire BBC is buried deep inside her worn-out pussy. She wraps her legs around his back and crosses her feet at the ankles, pulling his cock even deeper until he bottoms out. She grabs his shoulders, humping him harder and harder, syncing with every thrust and forcing him deep into her pussy.
The next thing I hear is Nicole starting to orgasm. She is literally squealing like a pig, and it’s like music to my ears. Her thighs are locked around him, not letting him move as her pussy orgasms and contracts, gripping him from the inside. I can see her squirting and leaking down her ass. The sheets are completely soaked beneath them.
Marcus lets her catch her breath, but he isn’t done with her yet. I pass the rest of the champagne bottle over to the men who share it and let Nicole slam the last drop. Marcus grabs Nicole, pulling her on top of him as he positions himself on his back. He pulls her on top of him, all without letting his giant cock ever slide out of her pussy.
He wants more. He wants to make her come a second time. She’s well-rested enough. I can tell. She can take one more.
She slowly starts to ride him, the same way she rode Chase earlier in the Cabana. Once again, I have the perfect view – her sexy feet, her ass cheeks squeezing and releasing as she humps his cock. I can see the little dimples appear and disappear as his big black cock slides in and out of her. Fuck, my wife knows how to ride dick, and Marcus is loving it. I always thought she was a professional fuck slut, but tonight just confirmed it.
Then I saw it happening. The momentum starts to pick up again for both of them. I watch as Marcus’ legs stiffen up and orgasm number 2 starts to build. They’re pulsing together – cocks and pussies and asses throbbing. I watch as cum starts pouring out of Marcus’ cock and dripping from Nicole’s hole with every stroke. She squeezes her ass, letting more hot cum leak out onto the sheets. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Like my own private porn video.
I stood up, slowly approaching the bed and wondering if I could handle it any longer. Nicole noticed me.
“You like that, daddy? You like when I’m a little cum pig? Do you like how my hotwife pussy takes that dick and cum?”
I told her I fucking loved it, as I started to kiss her deeply. I could taste Fabio’s load, but I didn’t care. By this time, it was sperm competition. She was my slut. I’ve been using her pussy for years. It was time for her to share it.
It was my turn now. She climbed off of Marcus’s cock and lay on her back for me.
Marcus got up, moving out of the way. Marcus and Favio said they were going to get more drinks and that they’d be right back, but Massimo chose to stay. He needed to watch.
I knelt below her, looking at her. She was my wife – naked and full of cum. I felt a level of love for her that I had no idea existed. It was a new level of respect. Something I can’t explain came over me.
As she laid their, used and tired, I started to slide my cum leaking cock into her. She smiled, her body slowly giving way to me. Her husband. As I watched her lips part into a smile, I knew there was no way I was lasting long.
“Yes, baby,” she said sleepily. “Fuck my pussy. I need your cum. I love you. Fill me up.”
And that was it. I grabbed her ankles, staring down at the soles of her feet and back to her face. We locked eyes, and the cum started to flow. I filled her in a way I’d never felt before. I pumped her pussy full of the biggest orgasm of my life. I felt almost high as it went on for nearly 45 seconds, but felt like an hour. This was the love of my life, and we had just shared the most intense and passionate day ever. Once I was completely drained, I collapsed onto her, our chests rising and falling together. I grabbed her face and started kissing her gently and slowly.
Minutes later, Flavio returned with another bottle. As we sat up to share a drink, we noticed Massimo was sitting nearby, stroking his rock-hard dick. “Are you guys done or do you still want to play?”
Nicole looked at me. We’re here. We’re in Vegas after all.
Even though I came, I was still so horny and totally down to watch more. We asked where Marcus was, and they said he had to go back and handle the bar.
Nicole frowned for a minute. I think she really liked Marcus, but she was quickly distracted when Massimo and Flavio asked if she was down for some double penetration.
“Oh, my god,” I said to myself.
I turned to Nicole. “Babe you good with that?”
She nodded, eagerly. “If you’re good with it,” she said, “Let’s do it.”
I nodded in agreement and went back to my seat in the corner, ready for round 2. For the next 30 minutes I watched them pound my wife out, one cock in her pussy and one in her ass. She took it like a champ, rocking back and forth on their cocks, her body stretched to the max.
It wasn’t long before they both filled her holes with 2 more loads of cum and she polished off a third orgasm. I knew she was reaching her limit and had never experienced anything like this before. She’d never cum with both her holes stuffed with strange cock. I watched her body pulsate and twitch like never before. The way her ass and pussy squeezed and released those cocks when she came was a thing of beauty.
Once they finished and pulled out, Nicole just lay there with her used holes. It was just the way I loved her. My used little skank.
The men might have thought it was their lucky day, but really, she was in control. She was the one who used them for her pleasure. The pleasure she deserved. The pleasure every man should get to watch their wife have. This was it. We were living it. This was hotwifiing. It was about letting your woman experience the most amazing thing in life and embracing her dominance and femininity, knowing that she’s coming back to you.
THE WEDDING CHAPEL
Something had shifted in me by the time we made it back to our lobby. It was well past 2 am in the morning. Nicole’s heels were in her hand, her hair was a mess, and we were both still catching our breath from a night that neither of us could ever fully explain to anyone else.
I stopped walking.
“What?” she asked.
I couldn’t answer right away. I was looking past her, at the wedding chapel sign just off the corner pillar, lit up even at this hour like they were waiting for exactly this moment.
“Ryan?”
“Lets do it!.”
“What?”
“Right now. Tonight. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Let’s make it official!
“I know. I know we don’t need to. But we’ve been waiting 14 years.
And she was right. I’ve never been more sure of anything than I was right then, standing there, looking at her after what I just did with her.
‘You are exactly who I want to spend my life with. I don’t want to make it official someday. I want to make it official tonight.”
She stared at me for a long moment, still breathless, still flushed, still not entirely believing the night she’d just had.
Then she started to laugh, not at me, but with the sheer disbelief of it all.
“You’re serious.”
“Completely.”
“Right now? Looking like this?”
“Especially looking like this.”
She glanced down at herself. Her skirt was barely back in place, her makeup had gone soft, and every trace of the night was still written all over her. Then, something in her face changed. Not embarrassment. Something closer to pride.
“Let’s do it,” she squealed. “Right now!”
“Yes!” I yelled in agreement. “Let’s make you an Official Hotwife!”
We didn’t wait another second. We stormed the chapel, smelling of booze and cum, our clothes disheveled, hanging off our half-naked bodies. This was Vegas, after all, and he’d clearly seen stranger things walk through those gold doors at 3 am.
We purchased a couple rings from them and made our way in.
Nicole stood across from me in that same dress, still undone from an hour earlier, evidence that neither of us said anything about it. It didn’t feel like something to hide. It felt like proof of exactly how far we’d come to get to this exact moment.
“Do you take this woman?”
“Yes,” I said, before he even finished.
He laughed. “Let me finish, son.”
Nicole squeezed my hands, grinning, looking down, trying to get me to look at something.
“What?” I whispered.
She opened her eyes big, gesturing with her head to look now.
I looked, and the moment couldn’t have been timed more perfectly. Cum was leaking all the way down the inner part of her thigh, past her knee.
When it was her turn, she didn’t wait either.
“Yes,” she said. “God, yes.”
The officiant pronounced us husband and wife, and I didn’t wait for permission this time. I pulled her in and kissed her while sticking my finger back into her leaking hole. She laughed into the kiss the way she’d been laughing all night, like she couldn’t quite believe her own life.
“So,” she said. “I guess that makes it official.”
“Which part?”
She smiled. That same smile from the pool deck, from the dance floor, and from the suite upstairs.
“All of it. Husband. Wife.” A pause. “Hotwife.”
I laughed.
“Just like that,” she said. “I’m your hotwife.”
Happy International Hotwife Day!