My name is Mark, and I never thought I’d become a cuckold. But the moment I saw my wife Sarah in those sheer black stockings clipped to a lacy garter belt, something inside me broke… and woke up at the same time.
Sarah is 34, with a body that still turns heads. Full, heavy D-cup breasts, a round ass that fills out her dresses perfectly, and long legs that look incredible in heels. We’d been married for nine years, and our sex life had grown… comfortable. That was until three months ago when she caught me jerking off to hotwife porn.
Instead of getting angry, she started asking questions. Dirty questions. And the more I confessed, the wetter she got.
Tonight was the night.
She stood in front of our full-length mirror, adjusting the black garter belt. The delicate lace straps framed her shaved pussy beautifully. The stockings were sheer, with a subtle seam running up the back of her legs. She wore a tiny black thong that barely covered anything and a matching push-up bra that made her tits look obscene.
“Does your hotwife look fuckable?” she asked, turning slowly so I could see the way the garter straps stretched over her ass.
I was already rock hard in my pants. “Jesus, Sarah…”
She smiled that wicked new smile she’d developed recently. “Good. Because Marcus is going to love these garters.”
Marcus. Her 28-year-old personal trainer. Tall, muscular, cocky, and — according to the bulge I’d seen in his gym shorts — very well hung.
Sarah walked over to me, her heels clicking, and cupped my face. “Remember the rules, baby. You watch. You don’t touch me until he’s done. And you’re going to clean me up after. Understand?”
My voice cracked. “Yes.”
She kissed me softly, then whispered, “Tonight I’m not your wife. I’m your hotwife slut.”
The doorbell rang at exactly 8 PM.
Sarah had me answer it. Marcus stood there in a tight black shirt that showed off his biceps and chest. He grinned when he saw me.
“Hey, Mark. Your wife ready to get fucked?”
The casual way he said it made my stomach flip and my cock throb.
Sarah appeared behind me, posing against the doorway in her lingerie, garters, and stockings, with a sheer black robe barely covering her.
Marcus let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, Sarah. Those garters are filthy.”
She laughed and took his hand, leading him straight past me into our bedroom. I followed like a obedient puppy.
Marcus wasted no time. He pulled Sarah against him and kissed her hard, his big hands roaming over her ass, fingers tracing the garter straps. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her.
I sat in the chair in the corner, just like we’d agreed.
Marcus pushed the robe off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet. He stepped back to admire her.
“Turn around, baby. Show me that ass in those garters.”
Sarah obeyed, bending slightly and arching her back so the garter straps stretched tight across her perfect cheeks. Marcus slapped her ass hard. The sound echoed.
“Fuck, that’s a hotwife ass,” he growled.
He spun her around and pushed her onto the bed on all fours. The position made the garter belt and stockings look even sluttier. The black straps framed her dripping pussy perfectly.
Marcus stripped quickly. His cock was everything I feared and fantasized about — thick, long, veiny, and already rock hard. At least 8.5 inches and much thicker than me.
Sarah looked back at it and licked her lips. “God, I need that inside me.”
He didn’t tease. He yanked her tiny thong to the side and rubbed his fat cockhead up and down her soaked slit.
“You ready to cheat on your husband, Sarah?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me in front of him.”
Marcus pushed in.
Sarah’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as he stretched her. Inch after inch disappeared into my wife while I watched, mesmerized by the sight of her black garter straps jiggling with every thrust.
“Oh my fucking God…” she groaned when he bottomed out. “He’s so deep, Mark. He’s so much bigger than you.”
Marcus grinned at me as he started fucking her properly — long, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits swing. The wet slapping sounds filled the room.
He grabbed the back of her garter belt like reins and pounded her harder. Sarah’s eyes rolled back.
“Right there! Fuck, right there! You’re hitting spots my husband never has!”
I was leaking in my pants. The humiliation burned, but the arousal was overwhelming.
Marcus flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. The garter straps pulled tight as he hooked her stocking-covered legs over his shoulders. He drove back in, fucking her deep and hard while looking straight at me.
“You like watching your wife get stretched, cuck?”
I could only nod.
Sarah reached down and rubbed her clit furiously. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum on his big cock!”
Her body tensed, and she screamed as she came hard, her pussy gushing around Marcus’s thick shaft. Her garter belt was soaked with her juices.
Marcus didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out suddenly.
“On your knees, hotwife.”
Sarah eagerly dropped to the floor in front of him, still wearing the garters and stockings. She looked so slutty like that — makeup smudged, hair messy, lingerie on full display.
She took his glistening cock into her mouth, tasting herself on him. She sucked him greedily, bobbing her head, drooling all over his balls.
Marcus grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. “That’s it. Suck the cock that just ruined your pussy.”
I watched my wife deepthroat him as best she could, gagging and moaning. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits.
Finally, Marcus pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly.
“Where do you want it, Sarah?”
She looked straight at me with lust-drunk eyes.
“On my wedding ring,” she said.
Marcus groaned and exploded. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her left hand, covering her diamond engagement ring and wedding band completely. Some landed on her garter belt too.
Sarah smiled up at him, then looked at me.
“Come here, cuckold.”
I walked over on shaky legs.
“Clean my hand first.”
I hesitated only a second before licking my wife’s fingers, tasting another man’s thick cum off her wedding rings. The taste was salty and humiliating.
When her hand was clean, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
“Now clean my pussy.”
Marcus’s load was leaking out of her stretched hole. I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking his cum from my wife’s freshly fucked pussy while she stroked my hair.
“Good boy,” she moaned. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
I nodded, my face buried in her.
Marcus watched with a smirk, already getting hard again.
“Round two?” he asked.
Sarah smiled. “Absolutely. But this time I want him to watch even closer.”
Marcus fucked Sarah two more times that night.
The second round was slower. He took her in missionary while I held her legs open for him. He made her tell me exactly how much better he felt than me. Every time she said “He’s so much thicker,” or “He’s owning your pussy,” I felt another wave of humiliating arousal.
She came twice more before he filled her again.
The third round was the roughest. He bent her over our dresser, right in front of the mirror so I could see everything. Her garter straps were pulled tight, stockings slightly torn from the intensity. He fucked her like an animal, slapping her ass red while she screamed in pleasure.
When he finally came the last time, he pulled out and shot across her ass and garter belt, painting the black lace white.
I spent the final twenty minutes of the night on my knees, cleaning every drop of his cum from her pussy, ass, and lingerie while Sarah praised me for being such a good cuckold.
When Marcus finally left around 2 AM, Sarah pulled me onto the bed.
She was still wearing the cum-stained garter belt and torn stockings.
“Was that everything you dreamed of?” she whispered, stroking my aching cock.
“Yes,” I admitted hoarsely.
She kissed me deeply, letting me taste Marcus on her tongue.
“Good. Because this is just the beginning, baby. Next weekend I’m wearing the red garters… and I’m inviting two of his friends.”
She squeezed my cock.
“Now cum for your hotwife.”
I exploded instantly, shooting all over her cum-covered garter belt.
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