Making Me a Hotwife Bimbo

  Using the Hotwife

  Lacey Cross

  Copyright © 2023 by Lacey Cross

  All rights reserved.

  No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Next Hotwife Up

  Like first time hotwife stories?

  This is for the person who was listening to my random musings when I got the idea to finally finish this story. I hope you enjoy it!

  Chapter 1

  “He’s the one.” Aaron nods towards a big burly man in jeans and a leather jacket sitting at the opposite end of the bar. The guy is clean-shaven, and I’d estimate he’s in his late 40s, with a slight beer belly but still fit and handsome in an average way. A typical guy you’d expect to see in a bar on a quiet Tuesday night.

  My pussy lights on fire as I imagine that guy shoving his cock inside me. Aaron and I came out tonight with the plan that he will choose the guy I flirt with, and I’m supposed to invite him out to our car for a quick fuck. I’ve never slept with anyone else since marrying Aaron, but over the years Aaron has talked about how he’d love it if I became a hotwife. Several months ago we started talking about it more seriously. Tonight is the night.

  The guy Aaron chose is a pretty big man, and the car is a compact, so I’m not sure how it will work yet. But I’m down for trying.

  I smile coquettishly at Aaron. “Oh, him? You sure?”

  “Yeah, babe. He’s the one.” Aaron leans over as if he’s going to kiss me, but puts his mouth next to my ear instead. His breath tickles when he whispers, “And tell him you want to be fucked hard because you’re a cocksleeve that craves cum.”

  My painted red lips part, and I suck in some air. No one but Aaron has ever called me that. A surge of lust runs through my core and I’m desperate to hear the other guy say it as well.

  I give Aaron a coy smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Hopping off the bar stool, I smooth down my light pink dress and congratulate myself on an outfit well chosen. Its form-fitting halter top displays my generous cleavage, and it flares out at the waist in graceful folds. It’s like a contemporary version of Marilyn Monroe’s famous white dress. But the best thing is that I’m not wearing any panties and I can easily flip my dress up for a quick fuck anywhere.

  I slink around the bar, trying not to stumble on my four-inch heels, and trail my hand along the tops of the empty seats, almost as if I’m stroking them. When I’m halfway to him, I catch the eye of the guy that I’m supposed to fuck. I know I’m drop-dead gorgeous tonight, with my platinum blonde hair in soft waves down my back and the stunning dress. Every detail of my outfit was planned, all the way down to my red-painted toenails and matching fingernail polish. I wanted to be irresistible to the chosen guy.

  The closer I get to him, I can see the appreciative gleam in his eyes. He licks his lips as I slide onto the stool next to him.

  “Hi, I’m Marisa,” I coo at him, and hold out my hand in introduction.

  There’s no need to be subtle. I want him to understand what I’m after with zero ambiguity. He takes my offered hand and kisses the back of it.

  “Hello Marisa, I’m Walker. You’re looking lovely tonight.”

  I widen my eyes and glance down at my dress. “Oh, you think so? I wasn’t sure if this would be appropriate and everyone else is dressed so casually. I thought maybe I look ridiculous.”

  I bat my eyelashes at him and watch him fall into my trap. This guy is going to be putty in my hands and I bet his cock is inside me within 10 minutes.

  “Oh no, you’re gorgeous. More people should dress like you do.”

  Giggling, I beam at him. “Oh, I agree. It would make the world a happier place.”

  I don’t even know what drivel is coming out of my mouth, but Walker doesn’t seem to care. He’s hanging onto my every word and keeps peering down my dress. I angle my body towards him, and lean forward to give him a better view.

  I bite my lip and he looks up from my breasts long enough to notice. “Walker, I have a problem, and maybe you can help.”

  A flush creeps up over his face and he stammers. “What help do you need?”

  Oh, isn’t that adorable. I somehow made him blush. He was doing a pretty good job of seeming like a smooth talker until this point.

  Sitting up straight, I trail my fingertips across his hand and pause for a second before answering. “I can’t figure out how to open the trunk of my car. The buttons confuse me. Can you help?”

  No way is this guy going to fall for this routine, right? For all he knows, I’m luring him outside to shank him and take all his money.

  “So, Marisa, let me get this straight. You want me to go to your car with you and press your button?”

  Yep, he’s falling for it. I nod vigorously and give him a big doe-eyed stare. “Uh-huh, and it might take multiple tries. It’s a stubborn button.”

  He stands up with a grin. “I think I can help. Show me which car is yours.”

  I slide off the stool and when I wobble slightly, I exaggerate my unsteadiness so I can clutch his arm and fondle the muscles of his biceps. “Oooh, you’re strong. I bet you could lift me easily.”

  Seducing him is so simple, it’s stupid. I think some men only see what they want to see, and all this guy sees is a dumb slut. My pussy throbs to remind me she actually does want to be a dumb slut tonight. Okay, yeah, so this was the goal and I’m eager to get his cock inside me. It doesn’t matter why he’s falling for my slutty act, just that he is.

  “Come with me. My car is in the side lot.” We purposely parked in the area that is less busy. I get a thrill from public sex, but I don’t actually want to get caught. Plus, a public indecency criminal charge would probably affect my job at the law firm I work for.

  The sun set while Aaron and I were in the bar having drinks before he chose the guy for me to fuck. The parking lot is even more secluded now than it was when we arrived, which suits me perfectly. I take small steps in these heels so I don’t fall flat on my face, and when we circle the building, my car is in the shadows.

  When we get to the driver’s side, he turns to face me. “Show me the button.”

  I trail my fingertips up my cleavage and caress my neck. His eyes following my hand give me a naughty thrill. Glancing down at the front of his jeans, I see his large bulge is visible and my pussy hums from a tingle of lust. Mmm, yeah, I need that cock inside me.

  The deserted parking lot is perfect for my plan. Moving to the front of my car, I lift my skirt to my waist to expose my bare ass, and bend over the hood.

  Wiggling my hips, I spread my legs and purr at him, “If you come closer, you might see the button I need you to press. It’s nice and swollen, so you can’t miss it.”

  I’m being the sluttiest bimbo version of myself, and I really can’t believe this is working, but it is. When he moves behind me and strokes my shaved pussy, I moan and grind against him.

  He rubs gentle circles around my clit, and the spikes of pleasure make me gasp. “Oh, god. Can I have your cock, please?”

  This is so much easier than I thought it would be. I hear fabric rustling and a zipper as Walker fumbles with his pants. Shit, this is hot. Aaron is probably sitting at the bar imagining what I’m doing and getting more turned on with every second.

  Walker gets my attention when the tip of his cock probes my entrance for a moment without pushing in. Ugh, I NEED to be fucked.

  I open my mouth to beg, and he plunges straight to my core. “Ohhh, fuck!” I cry out as delight ripples through me.

  He’s thicker than I expected—bigger than my husband—and he’s stretching me out further than I’ve been in years. I haven’t had someone this size since college. He grabs my hips and hammers into me hard, banging me against the hood with every thrust. He grunts from the exertion and the pings of pleasure make me shiver. There’s nothing to hold on to, so I lower my elbows to the hood to stabilize myself and spread open wider for him.

  “Do you like this, Marisa? Is this what you wanted?”

  “Oh god, yes… right like this.”

  Each whack against my cunt spirals me higher, and I’m chanting for him to fuck me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was going to be the one in control, but I’m loving every moment.

  He slows down, and every inch of his cock massages me as his long strokes ping nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. My legs shake as I edge closer to my orgasm, and I close my eyes to welcome the bliss.

  I’m about ready to come when I remember I didn’t say the line that Aaron told me to. Shit! What was it? Oh, I think I know.

  I blurt out, “Fuck me hard! I’m a cocksleeve who craves cum.”

  I’m not sure if that was the exact phrase, but it’s close enough.

  “Oh, yeah?” He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. “You’re a cocksleeve whore who craves cum?”

  Ohhh, when he calls me a whore, I almost climax at how filthy it sounds.

  “Yes,” I pant. “I’m a whore who wants your cum… every last drop.”

  He slams into me again, groaning and thrusting between his words. “Then you… are going to… get… exactly what… you want!”

  Oh, Jesus. I should have said yes years ago to fucking other men.

If my husband really wants this again, I’ll do it willingly.

  Walker keeps a firm grip on my hair and fucks me vigorously. I cry out with each plunge, and the energy builds in layers until I can’t take it anymore.

  When Walker groans and I feel the first spurt of his hot cum deep inside me, it tips me over the edge and I can’t keep my voice down. I scream as I climax. “Oooooh, god!”

  My pussy spasms and my entire body shudders as waves of ecstasy engulf me. Arching my back, I writhe against him and welcome each whack against my sodden hole.

  He eventually slows down his thrusts, fucking his cum back up inside me and coating my cave walls. He slaps my ass when he pulls out, and I yelp as I relax onto the hood, too mentally fuzzy to move.

  “You’re such a good little cocksleeve. That guy you were with in the bar is hiding around the corner, watching us. You can tell him you satisfied me.”

  What? I lift my head and peer around, easily spotting the blurry shape and shadow of my husband. Oh fuck, he WAS watching. Walker caresses my ass for a moment before pulling my dress down to cover me.

  “Thank you for a wonderful time, Marisa. It was nice meeting you.”

  I smile at him through my lust haze. “Thank you for your cum.”

  He walks off, laughing.

  Chapter 2

  Aaron drags me behind a wooden enclosure for the bar’s dumpster and shoves me against the wooden slats. Wow, he’s impatient. As he tugs on my dress, a thrill zips down to my toes at how filthy this is

  “You ready to get fucked?” His voice is gruff and I can tell he’s out of control by the way he’s manhandling me.

  I’ve unleashed the beast in my husband. Fuck, yes! My pussy clenches with the thought of the hard pounding he’s going to give me, and wetness coats my inner thighs. I’m sure some of it is Walker’s cum—the guy who just fucked me while I was bent over the hood of our car.

  “Yes,” I gasp as he pulls my hips back, forcing me to bend over. “Fuck me hard. Do it!”

  The space between the slats is just big enough for me to curl my fingers around the boards and use them for stability. Aaron flips the hem of my dress up and exposes my ass to the cool night air. My inflamed skin is sensitive, but I love the way he’s making me feel—a mix of slutty and owned.

  He grabs my hips and slams into me with a powerful stroke. Ohhhh, yes! Every nerve ending inside me zings alive. Pleasure ripples through me as he sets a fast and punishing rhythm.

  With how vigorously he’s pounding into me, it reminds me of the first time he made love to me after our wedding ceremony. He was intense, and his pure animal passion overwhelmed me. It was a wedding night to remember.

  “That’s right, I own this pussy!” he grunts as he thrusts again and again.

  I just came with Walker, but I’m already spiraling towards another orgasm. God, I hope I come before he’s done with me. I might not get another chance tonight with how frantically Aaron is fucking me.

  When he gives another sharp whack against my sodden hole, I cry out, “Yes! You own me.”

  “You’re just a slut who craves cum. Say it.”

  I love it when he talks dirty to me. It only turns me on even more, so the dirtier the better. “Yes! I’m a slut who craves cum!”

  Aaron growls and pumps into me harder. I look over my shoulder so I can see his face. His eyes are glazed, and a vein pulses in his forehead. You’d think being railed next to a dirty dumpster wouldn’t be hot, but Aaron’s animalistic hunger is making the moment fabulous.

  “Tell me I’m the only cock you need,” he demands.

  His words send a thrill through me, and my pussy throbs in anticipation. My mouth opens to speak, but all I manage is a breathy moan. I take a moment to talk. “You’re the only cock I need… ever.”

  Oh… my… god. This side of Aaron is amazing. If watching me fuck someone else brings this out in him, I’m ready to sign up for a train of other men at my ass.

  He thrusts into me with long, powerful strokes that pound me against the wood. My head becomes fuzzy, and it becomes impossible to think of anything beyond this moment. Electricity builds and I’m going to come any second. He groans as his balls slap against me, and I know he’s close as well.

  His voice is almost a growl. “You are mine. MINE.”

  The wood bites into the flesh of my palms as I chant, “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He’s knocking me around, and it’s hard to stay upright in my heels. All I can do is hang onto the fence as he uses me. It’s absolutely amazing.

  I only get a moment’s warning before he groans, “Fuck. I’m coming,” and explodes.

  Oh, god, I can’t hold back any longer. My entire body tenses and my toes curl as I climax.

  “Fuuuck,” I cry out with him as waves of pleasure crash into me.

  I moan as my pussy squeezes around him, trying to hold his pulsating cock deep inside me. He’s spasming, unloading all the cum he’s been saving up while he watched Walker fuck me.

  When the pleasure fades, I collapse against the fence as he slides out of me. A gush of wetness runs down my leg as my juices mix with his and Walker’s. Oh god, this is wonderfully filthy.

  Aaron spins me around and pulls me into his arms. We’re both sweaty, but I don’t care. I need the closeness with him right now. He kisses me tenderly on the lips, and I hum against him as we share a quiet moment, enjoying the taste of each other.

  “Sorry I took so long to come,” he jokes after breaking off the kiss.

  I can’t hold in my giggle. “I love it when you fuck me hard.”

  He chuckles with me. “Yeah, and you also love a pussy full of cum.”

  With how wet my inner thighs are right now, I’m not sure there’s much left inside me, but I don’t tell him that. Knowing part of the wetness is another man’s cum gives me a delicious, illicit thrill.

  Squeezing Aaron close to me, I purr, “You mean I love a pussy full of your cum.”

  That makes him laugh again. “You can’t fool me. We’ve been married far too long. You’re enjoying the feeling of all that cum from two guys.”

  He’s got me there. We’ve been married for eight years, and he knows I love it when he comes inside me.

  I pull back and wink at him. “Maybe. Now take me home so I can clean off all this cum.”

  As I walk towards the car, he swats my ass. I squeal when I wobble from my weak legs and wince slightly. Oh yeah, I’m going to be sore tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I was fucked hard enough to feel it the next day.

  As we drive home, we hold hands while I stare out the window and daydream. I wouldn’t mind doing this again someday if it ends in another rough fucking from Aaron.

  Chapter 3

  Aaron and I do a weekly date night, which includes dinner and drinks at our favorite local pub. Right when we pull into the parking lot, Aaron turns to me. “I want to watch you fuck someone again.”

  My pussy lights up and I can feel my face flush. He probably doesn’t mean tonight, so I shouldn’t get too worked up.

  “Again? You’re sure?” We both loved what happened last week, but I need to double check.

  He laughs. “Yep.”

  It was crazy hot having sex with a stranger while Aaron watched. I contemplate it for a moment before agreeing. “Okay, who am I doing this time? Another random person at the bar?”

  “Not quite. I know him, but you don’t. I want you to flirt with him and then invite him home with you.”

  “Okay. I can do that.”

  He smiles. “Yeah, just talk like one of those girls in pornos who have no idea what they’re saying. Act dumb, but sexy.”

  I roll my eyes. “I did it pretty well before, 100% success rate, babe. Leave it to me.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re a natural.”

  “Hey!” I smack his arm and he laughs.

  I know Aaron is joking. No one who actually knows me would ever think I’m a bimbo, and I’m surprised at how turned on I’m getting by playing the dumb slut for other guys. This is probably messed up, but if everyone is having fun, who cares?

  We get out of the car and he takes my arm. “Now let’s get in there so I can watch you seduce him.”

 

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