Housewife gets sexy and has sex

You know you never think it could be you. What I mean is that I was a very good and faithful wife I never thought I would ever “Do It” with anyone other than my husband. But things can change and I thought I would just tell you how I became a hotwife, my husband; Preston loves to show me off. He would dress me in all kinds of sexy outfits, classy but certainly risqué. He would take me out to fine restaurants and clubs, we would meet his business associates and clients and he would always have me dress very sexy. He kept telling me how hot I was and how every man wanted to fuck me. He said that he loved being married to a complete slut.

But back then I was not a slut and it really bugged me that he wanted to be married to one. I mean come on a girl grows up all her life wanting to be committed to one man. Don’t get me wrong I played around in high school and college and may have bordered on being a slut but after the two of us got together in college he swept me off my feet and I was his. But he loved to hear the stories of when I did play around and it made his cock extra hard, he always wanted me to call him the names of other men while I fucked him. He liked to tell me how much he enjoyed having other men look at me, how they lusted after me, he liked that they undressed me with their eyes and he liked watching them touch me. While all of that does a lot for a girl’s confidence it was not really what I wanted. But it grew on me and I had girlfriends who began getting divorced and started dating again. I heard their stories about dating, clubbing and well to be frank the sex, oh my god the sex stories they would tell me. Sex with this guy and that guy, the sex they had with young guys, old guys and the stories they told me of the guys with big cocks and even one of my bffs had interracial sex. So one night it happened and now I am a hotwife and he has to live with it.

I called Preston at work and told him to meet me at one of the bars he liked to take me to in Houston where we lived. This was the kind of upscale fun place he took me when he wanted me to be ogled and flirted with as he watched. I told him I am horny and in the mood to be a complete slut for you tonight, I don’t think he really had an idea of what I wanted. We have been married for almost 20 years. I’m 5’2″ 115lbs, with 34C-24-32 body, dishwater blonde hair down to my mid-back and a hot tan. I am in my early 40s but look like I am much younger, I have been told late 20s to early 30s. I am a well cared for mother of 2 and a stay at home housewife (he says trophy wife), to say the least I am that pampered bitch all women want to be, workouts in the morning, tennis during the day, lunch and shopping with my girlfriends, home for my kids in the afternoon, cocktails, dinner and sex for my husband and a wonderful disposition all of the time. But who could blame me.

Tonight was going to be my night though, the night he thought he wanted for me. I took a long sensuous bath shaved my legs and other private areas, moisturized my skin, did my hair and applied my make-up, with just a hint of slut to it. I dressed in a short black mini and a creamy white lace halter, and my 4inch black fuck me pumps, oh and under my mini was a tiny string thong, covering my well manicured pussy, a simple necklace and on my left ankle a silver chained anklet, oh and lest I forget my 1ct. diamond wedding ring on my left hand. I can talk this way now that I am a hotwife.

I took a cab to the bar and sashayed in with my ass swinging, titties bouncing and my high heels clicking on the hard concrete floor. When I got to the bar I placed myself on one of the barstools and waited for a drink. When the bartender did not turn around I leaned over the bar pressing my titties together in the lacey halter showing lots of cleavage and announced, “What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here,” loud enough for the bartender to hear. He smiled as soon as he saw me. He looked at my deep cleavage, my blue eyes and then over at two male patrons at the other end of the bar and shook his head. Both of them raised their eyebrows signifying they were all having the same thought in response to my demand. What does this slut want? Today I was going to be that girl.

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