Journey To Hotwifedom

I met my husband Tom when I was twenty five. Previously I’d dated and had boyfriends, even living with a guy in college and then another boyfriend in between but he was the first guy I’d ever thought yes I’d marry him.
From the start the sex was different to anything I’d known. He cared more about my pleasure than his it seemed and responded to my moods accordingly, often holding me and making love when I needed intimacy yet other times taking me hard and fast, giving me his hardness that I craved.
I was a five seven size 10 D cup brunette when we got together but over the next six months I joined his gym sessions and saw a change to my body becoming a toned size 8. My confidence in my body grew, the sex got hotter and we got closer. After a year, on holiday Tom got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.
Six months later we are on honeymoon, and at the hotel got lots of attention as everyone knew. A few nights in we are at the bar and talking to a guy in his forties who tells Tom he’s a lucky guy, his new wife is “the finest looking girl in the place” and that all the other husbands “love Charlie in her bikini” so he better keep me close. In bed that night Tom fucks me hard as I laughingly tell him I obviously have options.
The next morning I come out of the shower and he has laid out my most daring bikini, basically a thong and two small pieces of fabric that barely cover each nipple. Let’s give them a real show he says. I feel exposed as we walk down to the pool, saying hello to new friends as we find our usual spot, but I can’t deny I’m feeling turned on knowing I’m getting guys hot under the collar. Tom and I spend the afternoon in bed.
The next year I only took micro bikinis, and to surprise Tom dyed my hair blonde the day before. When we spoke to other people I flirted outrageously, knowing Tom liked other guys checking me out and wanting me. For the first time we talked seriously about what if we went further.
Back home we then had “the talk” that changed our lives. He told me he fantasised about seeing me with another guy and I told him how I would like to enjoy two cocks. We found a guy online and in a hotel had our first threesome. Making out with the guy and seeing Tom get turned on made me feel strangely empowered and I found myself acting sluttier to drive him wild, though the other guy didn’t complain. Especially when I sucked him deep then told him I needed him to fuck me. Whilst Tom was active it after the guy left that he slipped back in me, gently reclaiming me in one of the most intimate love making sessions of my life.
I’d kept my blonde look post holiday, and for the meet had my nails and make up done. My lingerie was new and Tom said I had looked like a beautiful porn star. I told him the image had come to mind as I took the guys cock in my mouth. That week we filmed our sex for the first time. When he asked mid I liked watching it back I mentioned I wished my breasts looked bigger and after a couple of months I had an enhancement to F cup. I felt so sexy and the amount of attention I got from guys went through the roof, especially when I headed out to the gym in my Lycra leggings and crop tops.
We had some more threesomes and then experimented, Tom watching me with a bbc, a much older guy and also a twenty year old college boy (not my first lol) and even a mmmf when I was made airtight.
Tom had encouraged me to leave my job and I spent the day making myself look good and as my life became more focused on our sex life pushing boundaries. Tom asked me if I would have an “affair”. He wanted me to meet guys without him but really wanted me to have one guy who got off on me sneaking around and cheating on my unsuspecting husband, even though Tom would know. I picked a guy we both knew from the gym and deliberately trained at the same time as he went saying Tom was working hard and so leaving me to look after myself. On the third time he flat out told me “I was the sexiest woman he had ever met” and how rather than ask me for a coffee he wanted to be honest and say he wanted to fuck me. I smiled and asked him how close his place was. Twenty minutes later I was on his bed, my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock pounding me as I clawed his back and urged him to go deeper, faster and don’t stop.
I walked into the house with post fuck glow and Tom was waiting. No need to ask he said, how was it. Really good I replied and he wants me tomorrow as well. Tom picked me up, carried me to the bedroom and slid in me. In between kisses I repeated thank you, you know me completely and I love you.
I found my perfect man and he loves the hot wife I have become. I will always please him and do the things that turn him on.