Some time ago my wife Monica and I decided to try hotwifing, which means that she can flirt, make out or have sex with other men if she feels like it. Why? Because we are both attracted to the idea that she is a sexy, confident and self-determined woman who takes what she wants. That doesn’t mean that she necessarily does, but she knows about her freedom and a lot of it is just role play between us and doesn’t go beyond a few dirty thoughts and conversations.
To protect our private lives a little, we have decided to live out this preference when travelling. It doesn’t matter if we are travelling together or if she is travelling alone. The fact that she is planning a trip for herself, with the main aim of soaking other people’s sheets, of course adds another naughty aspect to the whole thing.
That may be a little exaggerated, but ultimately Monica’s motivation for travelling is to get to know foreign countries, cities and cultures, ideally through the eyes of locals. Hot, steamy sex is just the icing on the cake, and she also prefers it when men take their time to pamper and seduce her. With restaurant visits, massages and perhaps a bit of shopping, for example.
Of course, this is not everyone’s cup of tea and some of the guys my wife meets are just fuckboys who want to get down to business quickly. If the guy is hot and, for example, tall, athletic and promises a lot of stamina and good skills in combination with a nice cock, she is of course not averse to that either.
Incidentally, she either meets the guys locally, where she is approached on the street or in a bar, or online, which helps with the planning and also increases her anticipation.
At the moment, there are two experiences that stand out and that we both can’t get out of our heads.
The first experience took place in Berlin when Monica was travelling Europe alone. I would describe it as ‘the bathroom experience’. She met the guy, a handsome German banker in his 30s, online in the morning and then invited him to the bar of her hotel in the evening for a chat over a drink.
So they meet in the bar and after a few drinks and some good and already quite raunchy conversation, he asks her if he can follow her into the bathroom in the hotel lobby. She says yes and as soon as they get there, they start kissing and touching each other until he finally pulls up her dress and licks and fingers her until her whole body twitches and she cums with a short but loud moan. ‘Wow, you taste amazing,’ he says as they walk back to the bar to finish their drinks, still tasting her juice on his lips.
Because they are a bit tipsy and don’t want the evening to end just yet, they decide to go to a club where they can dance together. The dancing and more drinks eventually lead to more sexual tension, wilder thoughts and fewer inhibitions. At some point, he whispers in her ear: ‘Let’s try the bathroom here too. After she agrees with a laugh and a naughty look, they wait briefly until the bathroom is empty and unobserved and then quickly lock themselves in one of the cubicles, where he starts to fuck her from behind while she has one leg on the toilet seat. It’s wild and passionate, but has to be interrupted briefly every now and then when other people come into the bathroom. He then just stays inside her and they kiss as quietly and inconspicuously as possible. She enjoys feeling him inside her and after they both finally cum, damp from the sweaty air in the club, Monica tells him that it was an exciting night, but that she is now tired and happily exhausted and is going to the hotel to sleep.
They say goodbye with one last wet kiss before leaving the club one after the other and getting into a taxi.
The second experience took place in Cape Town, where Monica spent a short holiday and had a white South African show her around the city. She had also met the South African online, but before the trip, so they had already planned her stay, or at least their time together.
As my wife loves wine, he definitely wants to show her the best wine bars and wineries in the area. The whole thing starts off amicably, but after three days of hints, flirting and that sizzle in the air, they can no longer resist the temptation and end up in bed together. That evening, the last message I get from her is: ‘We’re at his place now and I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but I know that something is going to happen. And I know I’m already pretty wet. I’ll write to you again later.”
After three hours, which is an unusually long time, she texts me again: ‘Hey, I’m fine, but we’re fucking like animals and can’t stop. I didn’t expect him to be so dirty and persistent in bed. I think he’ll have to clean his mattress tomorrow because I’ve been squirting so much. He also came a lot, but all over my body. Anyway, I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel room, baby.”
The news is a turn on for me and my head cinema immediately goes crazy. I can hardly wait to get the next update from her while I imagine her enjoying the sex. The next message arrives at dawn, in which she sends me a few ‘evidence photos’ that she has quickly taken of herself. These mainly show dried bodily fluids on her still slightly sweaty, shiny dark skin. The most obvious traces of the previous night are on the inside of her thighs, on her breasts and around her lips. She tells me that the guy was really good and that he had to cover her mouth from time to time because she screamed so much and that it was definitely an experience she won’t soon forget. The conclusion of her night’s adventure makes me so horny and the thought that she had an extraordinary and intense night is all I need to know at that moment. Monica then just writes: I’m going to take a hot bath now and sleep while I think about you.
What follows later and over the next three days until her return from Cape Town is material for another story.
In any case, we are excited to see where she will have her next unforgettable adventure. Monica’s last statement was: ‘Next I want to go to Spain, where I met this crazy Spaniard online who wants to have sex with me on a beach.
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