Becoming a Hotwife

Hotwife Breaks the Rules

"I have a trip next week with my family," Stela wrote in a text.

"You never mentioned that," I texted back.

A day earlier we'd spent the entire night fucking while her husband was at home with her kids. It was only her third experience as a hotwife. I knew the other two men had left her unsatisfied, just like her husband usually did. I'd given her the wildest night of her life, but she had warned me upfront that she was afraid of getting attached.

More importantly, her husband was afraid she would get attached. It was a condition of their arrangement that she wasn't to see the same guy more than a couple of times. I had every intention of making her change that arrangement. I couldn't help but wonder if she had sensed my intention and was trying to pull away.

"I didn't know you'd want to see me again so soon," she said. "If it's our last night together, I thought maybe you'd want to hold off and let things build for a bit."

"I loved fucking you," I told her. It was the truth, but I also knew she was susceptible to flattery. Stela had often longed for a man who fully appreciated her sexually.

"I want to fuck you again as soon as possible. I need to," I typed. "I can't wait."

"You have to," she said. "It will just be a few days, but I can't back out. My parents are even going. Plus the kids and my husband."

"I expect you to text me pictures every day."

"Of the beach?" she asked.

"Of you," I told her. "In a bikini. In a dress. Whatever. I expect a picture every day."

"Yes sir," she responded.

The first day she sent a picture in her tennis outfit. It was tame and sexy at the same time. She wore a black halter top and gray tennis skirt. Her hair was pulled back under a cap and she wore aviator sunglasses.

"Show me a picture later after you work up a sweat," I told her.

Stela was happy to oblige. She sent a second picture later. She was in the bathroom of their beach house and her body was glistening with sweat. She had taken off the skirt and wore only little black panties with her halter top.

"I want you to cum for me," I told her. "With your husband in the house, I want you to touch your pussy and cum for me."

"I will while I shower," she said.

She told me later that she had. I reminded her that she needed to send more pictures the next day.

"Yes sir," she responded.

The next day she took a selfie on her yoga mat on the deck. She was wearing black yoga pants and a gray sports bra.

"Pull your bra down."

"I'm outside," she responded. "Someone might come by. And my parents are inside."

"Then you better be quick."

She sent me a short video. She looked to make sure nobody was coming and then lifted her sports bra and flashed her small, firm tits and beautiful brown nipples. She finished with a smile.

Half an hour later she was stripping in the bathroom again and texting me nude pictures.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with my parents in the house," she said. "I'm so wet. I feel so dirty. This is the first time I've masturbated in the same house with them since I was in high school!"

"Why don't you call me while you get off?" I told her. "I'll close my office door and listen."

"I can't do that," she said.