She was innocent, I turned her into a hotwife

We both were looking for something that made us feel alive again. Both married. Her to a man who gave her children and a stable life. But she found herself trapped in the drudgery of it all, and yearning.

I wasn’t too different. Married nearly 20 years and all that came with it — kids, a high paying job that kept me deeply mired in stress, a big mortgage, a dog, the whole shebang.

Ariel (let’s call her Ariel) posted online about needing more than what her husband could provide. She said he was open to her exploring, though it wasn’t clear how true that was. I responded. Something I’d not done before. I was nervous, but I told her I could give her what she needed. I wasn’t sure about that either.

We were cautious at first, but it did not take long for the conversation to become fluid and heavy. Ariel sent me a picture in workout clothes, jogging shorts and a sports bra. She’s Latina. My eyes were drawn to her light brown skin, her pert breasts and sexy ink in various places across her body. She’s very petite, 5’2”, with a tiny waist that feeds into thicker hips and a nice round ass. Saying I was smitten would sound too pure. From the moment I saw her, I was in deep lust.

The first night we talked about sex, I did so with my wife sleeping in bed next to me. Ariel’s husband was next to her too. She told me she was shaven and very wet. I couldn’t help but to visualize it and want it, badly. When the conversation ended, I slowly and firmly jerked on my engorged cock until I came all over my sleeping wife’s ass. She didn’t wake. The next morning I woke with a raging hard on and fucked my wife wildly in the prone position.

Later that morning, I sent Ariel a dick pic. I’d not ever done that before either. I was proud of it. My cock is not some porn monster, but it’s above average and very thick. Ariel said it was “beautiful.” Not sure if that’s what a man wants to hear, but it made me feel good. She reciprocated with lingerie pictures. After she did the dishes, I walked her through an orgasm that morning as she rubbed her pussy according to my instructions. I told Ariel she could only touch herself from now on with my permission. She agreed.

Later that day, Ariel sent me her first nude. She posed in her mirror with her shirt lifted revealing her breast and with her shorts pulled down showing the gentle slope of her tight stomach down to the top of her pussy. It wasn’t a full nude and it left me wanting more. I asked for a picture of her full pussy. She told me to be patient.

That night, I ate my wife’s pussy like a hungry wild animal. I imagined it was Ariel’s. I inhaled her scent. I explored her crevices. I tasted her deeply. Then I rolled my wife over, lifted her hips and fucked her slowly and roughly. Her ass bounced back on me. Her pussy creamed up and down the shaft of my dick as she moaned. I like my wife’s thick white ass, but I closed my eyes and imagined it was Ariel again.

This continued for weeks. It got hotter, more depraved. Ariel wanted a firm hand. She wanted someone to lead. She wanted to feel my cock pressed firmly down her throat, to guzzle my semen, and she wanted me to use her body.

We developed rules. When we talked, she could not wear panties. She obeyed me in not touching herself without my permission. Eventually, she was not allowed to pleasure or fuck her husband without my permission. I don’t know if she actually complied or if her husband knew, but it made me very hot thinking he might. I wanted her to myself. I wanted to control her completely.

After several months, I worked up the courage to do something I never thought possible. I bought a plane ticket to where Ariel lives and reserved a room at the nicest hotel in town. I told my wife it was business. It wasn’t uncommon for me to travel and she didn’t ask questions. I didn’t tell Ariel I was coming. This was a shot in the dark that could go horribly wrong.

Once at the hotel, I showered and jerked off to a picture of Ariel’s wet pussy she’d sent me earlier that day. (The patience paid off.) I figured I’d get one out of the chamber and it would help me relax. If things went well, it would also prevent an unfortunate bit of over-excitement creating a bad first impression.

I sent Ariel a message with the address of the hotel, a time and instruction to come alone wearing a sexy black dress and black lace lingerie, both of which she modeled online. I asked her to meet me in the hotel bar. There was a pause. I was sure she was freaking out. Ariel had always made clear that there was a difference between the online world and the real world. She had said she’d never cheat on her husband.

A few moments later, I received a “???,” followed by a “wait, you’re really fucking here.” I told her “Yes. I need you to obey me like the good girl you are. No questions. Don’t disappoint me. Come.” Ariel went silent. I was sure she was about to ghost me and I’d lost my surest bet to intense orgasms by trying to leach into the real world.

I got dressed. Jeans that I thought accentuated my ass and bulge well, a button down shirt and a casual linen sportcoat. I slipped on my ostrich boots that added 2 inches to my already 6 ft frame and gave myself a fit check. I slid on a Rolex that had been an anniversary present and hit myself with a spray of Oud Wood. I knew in an organic world, I would not be Ariel’s type — too strait laced, too stuffy, maybe a little pretentious.

Still, I went down to the bar, holding out hope. If she didn’t come, I figured I could at least get a drink, or multiple. 5:30, the designated time came and went. I checked our messages. Nothing. At a few minutes past 5:40, the last time I checked the Rolex, I ordered a double whiskey and laughed at myself for the fool’s errand. It was then a felt a gentle hand draw across my back.

I looked up to see Ariel staring back at me. Her smile was even more magnetic in person. Her beautiful face was framed by dark hair and glasses that amplified the soul in her deep brown eyes. My heart skipped in awe. With dry mouth, I held out my hand and said, “hi, I’m John.” She giggled at the silliness of a formal introduction. Still she took my hand and “I’m Ariel.”

There was lightning in the touch. She apologized for running late and admitted being torn on whether to come. “I’m glad you did. I’ve needed you since the first day we talked.” I pulled a box out of my pocket and opened it. In it was a diamond pendant necklace. “I hope you don’t think this is too much, but I wanted to get you something, to adorn you.”

I positioned myself behind her and looped the necklace around her delicate neck. Leaning down I kissed it and then whispered in her ear, “I need you to listen. You’re going to spend the night with me. Maybe more than one. You need to text your husband and tell him you won’t be coming home tonight.”

She looked at me in slight protest. I reached my hand between her thighs, firmly grasping one in my strong hand and working my way up. “This is mine,” I said, “repeat it.” “This is yours.” “I’m going to use it the way I want to use it,” I said as my fingers pressed against the fabric of your panties. “You can use it however you want to use it,” she said. “Good, now text him and then don’t reply.” The bartender shot me a furtive glance. I winked and she turned away.

Ariel pulled out her phone and did as she was told. I took it from her and silenced it. Then taking her by the hand led her to the elevator, pushing the button to our floor. As the doors closed, I pressed her into the wall of get elevator face first, wrapping my arms around her waist, running one hand up to her breasts, kissing neck passionately and grinding my growing bulge into her ass. Too late to turn back. This was happening.

We made it into the room and she gently caressed the side of my face. There was such tenderness that I thought I might melt. I leaned down and kissed her slowly, softly. Really tasting her for the first time. “My fucking god. You’re beautiful.” I took her in one more time and then told her to strip down to her lingerie and heels. She turned to show me the zipper to her dress and I instinctively undid it, letting the dress fall to the floor as she stepped out.

Ariel smiled and said, “that didn’t last long.” She turned back to me and peeled my coat off, tossing it on a chair. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, kissing my chest and stomach on the way down. “On your knees,” I said, as if in control. She was heading there with or without my instruction. I sat on the edge of the bed and she removed my boots, before unbuttoning and peeling off my jeans and underwear.

At the sight of this beautiful woman before me on her knees, her gorgeous brown skin, her radiant smile and sensual eyes, my cock sprang fully to life. She purred an appreciative purr, like I had lived up to, maybe even exceeded, expectations and ran her small hands over my full, hairy thighs. I parted my legs slightly and she crawled between them, taking my dick in her hand and squeezing gently, she dipped her head beneath my heavy nuts and began to suck each into her mouth. She slowly worked her tongue up from my balls to my shaft, licking a meandering path on its underside that caused it to twitch and for me to involuntarily push my hips in the air to reach her warm mouth.

“Greedy, aren’t you?,” she said. “You have no fucking idea,” I replied, reaching out to touch the back of her head and force her mouth down on my engorged cock. She started by focusing on the head and then twirling her tongue just beneath it. My balls tightened and I felt for certain I’d explode. But I breathed deep and she worked her way down, inch by inch until I was stretching the back of her throat and it was massaging my head. She gasped and gagged, but did not stop.

After several moments, I pushed her slightly back on her heels and stood in front of her. “I told you I wanted to fuck your face. Now hold your mouth open like a good girl Ariel.” She gaped her mouth and cocked her neck back never breaking eye contact with me. I slid my aching member past her lips as she suctioned down on it forming a tight barrier around it. I could feel her tongue working the underside of my shaft as I pushed in and out of her mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and forcefully began thrusting into her mouth, down her throat and back.

The mascara around her perfectly sinful eyes began to run. She reached up, grabbed my balls and gently pulled them down, massaging as I fucked her air hole. I began to pant and moan and my body tightened and convulsed as I exploded in her mouth. I pulled out and shot several more ropes of sticky cum across her face, her glasses and into her hair.

She reached her fingers to her face and scooped up my seed before pulling them into her mouth and moaning. I followed suit, cleaning what I could from her face and feeding her. I reached out my hand to help Ariel up and asked her to lay face down on the bed.

Ariel’s feet were dangling off the edge and I knelt down and removed her heels. Her feet were small and dainty, like the rest of her, and I couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her arches and across the tops of them before I began massaging them with my hands. “I think you’re stressed,” I whispered in a deep, gravely voice. She just moaned “mhmm.” “I’m going to take it away,” I said. “Mhmm.” “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Mhmm.” “I’m going to fuck you better than your husband could ever dream to fuck you.” This time, I got a “yeah you are,” followed by a “please” from Ariel.

I massaged up from her feet to the back of her calves to her thighs. She really was tight. As I inched up straddling her lower body on my knees, my dick hung between her feet. Instinctively, she began toying with it using her toes and arches and it began coming back to life.

“Spread your legs for me now.” She did. I crawled between them still on my knees massaging near the intersection of inner thigh and her pussy. “Tell me what you want, Ariel.” She replied, “please touch me.” I began rubbing her pussy through the thin lace cloth of her panties with one hand, rubbing her perfect ass with the other, and Ariel began bucking her hips up. I moved to peel her panties down and got my first glimpse of her perfect pussy. Her lips were nice and full. Her slit was glistening. Actually, it was sopping. It smelled divine.

Still on her stomach, she pushed her hips up further and I crawled so that my shoulders were resting under her thighs and my arms could reach around them to her ass, which was not firmly in my face. I kissed her ass cheeks while I started rubbing circles around her clit with my ring and middle finger of my right hand. She moaned. I pushed the thumb of the same hand inside of her and she pushed back on it.

Spreading her ass cheeks with my left hand, I dipped my face between them and kissed her starfish. Then taking my tongue, I twirled around it. I could tell it shocked her, but I continued to rim her and eventually pushed my tongue inside. The combination of my hand and this new sensation sent her over the edge.

I let her have a moment before dipping my head further and getting my first taste of her sweet pussy. By this point, I was raging hard again and though I tried to be sensitive and slow with the movements of my mouth and tongue struggled. Eventually, I regained composure and set about teasing her, sucking her labia and clit hood into my mouth for several seconds, then pausing as she grinded back on me desperate for my withdrawn mouth.

I continued doing this until she reached behind me, grabbed my head and pressed it hard into her vagina. I broadened my tongue and licked up and down across it, maintaining speed and pressure until she screamed and came all over my face. “I don’t want to spill a drop,” I said, my face drenched in her fluid, from my forehead down to my chin.

Fully hard, I worked my way up her body, positioning myself over her in the same prone position, my hard cock pressed against her ass and up her lower back. I rested my weight on her so she could truly feel my skin and popped her bra off of her — the last remaining item of coverage beyond the diamond necklace.

I reached down and positioned my cock between her legs, pressing the head, now covered in precum, against her clit and rubbing it up and down her slit. “Beg me.”

“Please, John, please fuck me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“So hard. Make me scream your name. Please.”

“I want you to forget your husband. I want you to be in love with my cock.”

“I will. I am.”

I pushed my cock inside of her, stretching her wider than she’d ever been. She gasped as I thrust deep inside, pressing against her cervix. I pushed harder, rougher, reaching under her and across her pubis to rub her clit as I fucked her. She cried out in a mixture of pain from my thrusts and ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. Her cream covered my dick and drenched my balls as I slapped into her.

“Who does this pussy belong to?,” I asked.

“It’s yours John, it’s yours.”

I stopped for a moment and asked her to roll over on her back. Positioning my shoulders on the underside of her thighs, I pinned them back, pushed forward and began penetrating her missionary style. I didn’t say it, but I wanted to look in her eyes, and truthfully, I wanted to love her more sweetly. I slowed the pace of my thrusts, burying my cock deep inside her and rocking back and forth to create friction on her clit. I leaned down and kissed her, a loving kiss. And then worked my mouth to her breasts, up to her neck and to her ears.

I whispered, “you’re beautiful. I’m glad you’re mine.” I began pumping harder into her, passionately. She began panting, her fingernails clawing into my back. She began calling out in Spanish.

“I’m going to cum. I’m good to fill your fertile womb with my seed. I want you to come with me.”

Ariel’s pussy gripped down on me her hips bucked wildly and then locked, and as she experienced her orgasm, I flooded her hot wet cunt with wave after wave of my cum. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her.

Pulling out, her pussy greedily clung to my softening dick with a slurping noise. I smiled at her and popped up. Grabbing her phone from her bag, I told her to spread her legs and her pussy lips. (There were dozen of messages from her husband piled up). Gobs of my spunk were already pushing out and running down her ass cheeks. I snapped a photo and tossed her the phone.

“Send it to your husband. Tell him you’re mine.” She hit send, tossed the phone aside and smiled at me. Ariel and I spent the next four days fucking. Sometimes sweetly. Sometimes violently. But she was mine…and I hers.

More later…