u/TheLeoLover

I am the Army wife of a husband who begged me for years to be his hotwife. I always stayed faithful through his trainings, deployments and while dealing with his various hoes over the years. Finally after his last affair, I gave into his fantasy and fucked another man after a date. My husband was very pleased and reclaimed me the following morning.

I had finally given him the thing he wanted and to be honest, I wasn’t feeling great. I never wanted another man. I was faithful all of those years and I didn’t need to be. It was my choice. But here I was, lying in bed beside my husband with his cum mixed with the cum of another man still inside me.

Fast forward 2 months. My husband had been the best since my date, but I still felt a way. Nearly every sex session with my husband was filled with me recounting my night and adding new details I hadn’t yet shared. If it wasn’t that, it was more talk of additional partners, dates, and experiences. We also reenacted the night a few times, which admittedly was kinda sexy.

Now one weekend we had some carne asada on the grill and a house full of people, which was starting to get interesting. Why? Well my husband’s fantasies began to get closer to home where we began sex talking about some of his friends. I told him which of his friends I found attractive and which ones I thought were large below the waist. And yes, I told him which ones I would be with, which ones I wouldn’t.

During this, I noticed that one of his friends in particular always seemed to be sort of off limits. Not that he said so directly, but he would dirty talk in great detail about all of his other friends except this one. When I brought up this friend Jared during sex talk, my husband would play along momentarily and then brush him off, change the scenario where my husband was the primary one, or add another person into the fantasy. I never said anything, but I noticed and tested this multiple times with the same result.

The thing about Jared is that he’s one of my husband’s friends who has always been respectful and the only friend I’ve never caught checking me out. He’s also the only friend of my husband’s who I would really love to fuck. He’s a big tall man around 6’6”, with great big hands, broad shoulders, powerful legs, and he’s a fire fighter! Not to mention he’s single.

So the day turns to night and the drinks begin to flow. Most people leave, but some stay. My husband had been feeling me up all day and not exactly being subtle about it. He kept doing things like slapping my ass whenever I walked by and he was with his friends. He would hug me from behind and squeeze my tits in front of his friends. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but given the recent events I was kinda feeling irritated.

So as the night wore on, I excused myself to put the baby to sleep. The whole time I was upstairs, my husband was nonstop sexting me about all the naughty things he wanted to do or have me do that night. I played along, but I wasn’t feeling turned on. Instead I was quite upset.

Images of him and his girlfriend together while I was pregnant began to enter my mind. The texts, the pictures, the videos, the dinners, the love letters, etc. It all just came back to me at that moment. All of the women. Cheating on me during deployments. Cheating on me during training. Cheating on me on base. Cheating on me while im pregnant. It all just set me a fire.

Then the following text comes in from my husband, “Baby I want you to fuck one of my friends tonight so bad!! It would be so hot! I’ll keep everyone occupied, and you pick one and take them to the guest room! ;)” I replied with, “Mmmm don’t tempt me tonight!” Then my husband said, “My cock is pulsing right now thinking of you on your knees upstairs with a cock in your mouth!”

At that point, my mind was made up. I was going to do it. Fulfill this fantasy and the other one of me recording it for him. Only there was going to be a twist. You see I wasn’t going to fulfill his fantasy quite the way he envisioned, but rather with his tallest, biggest, hottest friend, and the one I knew he didn’t want me to mess with, Jared.

I put the baby to sleep, changed my jeans and shirt to a night gown, changed my panties to a gstring, and let my hair down. My plan was simple. Wait for Jared to come inside for a drink or to use the bathroom, approach him at that point, show him the messages from my husband, and tell Jared I wanted him to be the one. So that’s what I did. I saw Jared coming inside from the window. I waited for him to use the bathroom and strangely, the sound of him peeing made me excited. It sounded so powerful that the cock producing it must be huge!

When he finished, I listened to him washing his hands, which really turned me on because I like cleanliness. When he came out, I was standing at the end of the hallway. He saw me out of the side of his eye, turned and said hi! I asked him to come over to me and said I had something to discuss with him. He looked at me with suspicion, but approached anyways.

I put my hands on his chest and said, “Jared listen. I love your friend. My husband. I am not a whore. But your friend. Your friend is a cuck. He’s wanted me to fuck other men since before we got married and I’ve finally decided that I want it to be with you.”

His jaw nearly hit the floor. He stammered and said words I don’t recall and don’t really matter. I told him I wanted him and that my husband was ok with it. I showed him the messages and place my hand on his bulge, which was noticeably larger I had remembered seeing at that point. Jared, ever the gentleman, softly put his arms around me and leaned down to kiss me deeply.

I felt shy, which meant I liked him. I led him to the guest room, locked the door, and began to seductively dance for him as he sat on the edge of the bed. I loved the way his eyes explored my body! He motioned for me to come over to him and I decided to really make him squirm. I slowly squatted down, went onto all fours, and crawled over to him until I was between his legs and my head was resting on his thighs. I looked at him and said, “Yes, baby?”

That was it. He grabbed my face, pulled me to him and began kissing me like crazy with intensity. Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled out what must’ve been a 9-10 inch dick that was very thick. I held it in my hands just stroking it, running my nails along it, and admiring the size and weight of it. I got on my knees and began licking the large head of Jared’s cock. I licked it up and down, rolling my tongue all over it, and then went to his large hanging balls.

After sucking his balls and stroking him, it felt like his cock got even longer. I began to suck his cock more eagerly and passionately. Stroking it with both hands, twisting my wrists as I worked my mouth in unison to please Jared and bring his large cock fully to life. I felt one of his hand’s move to my head. Felt the pressure as he encouraged me to go faster, deeper. Felt him grab a handful of my hair and use that to pull my head back and forth, up and down on his long, thick, glistening member. In that moment all I wanted to do was be a slut for Jared. Try as I might, Jared’s cock was just too big for me to fit it fully in my mouth, and I was so happy about it. This is exactly what I wanted. A cock too big for me to handle.

Jared at this point was beyond his usual respectable persona and had transformed into my dom. He had my hands behind my back, fucking my face. He would pull his cock from my mouth with an audible “pop” and proceed to slap it against my face. Truth be told, it actually hurt given the size of Jared’s cock, but again that’s what I wanted and needed. He would lean over me and force his cock down my throat while slapping my ass.

Jared and I alternated between him fucking my face with his large cock, and me fucking his large cock with my pretty mouth. Meanwhile he was playing with my titties and squeezing them, causing milk to leak from my nipples. He eagerly licked that up before putting feeding me his beautiful cock again. He did something really sexy and naughty when he squeezed my milk onto his cock and put it in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own sweet milf off his cock.

It seemed like 30 minutes had passed and I was beginning to think I couldn’t hang anymore.
Jared, without much warning other then a slight groan, stands up off the bed, pulls my head backwards very aggressively off his dick, and begins pumping himself hard and fast.

At first I was confused and taken off guard by his sudden change, but as something wet and warm hit my nose, I realized exactly what was happening! I turned to face him fully with my mouth and eyes wide open as Jared released a torrent of hot cum, shooting rope after rope all over my face and titties. Covering my mouth, my nose, and me right eye. All the while Jared is moaning and holding a handful of my hair while pumping his cock with the head just inches away from my face.

I didn’t give him a moment to rest. Once I see he’s finished, I immediately take his cock back into my mouth and begin sucking the remaining cum from him. This causes him to basically collapse back onto the bed, which only turns me on more. I keep sucking and stroking him, watching him squirm in pleasurable torment. I slow my pace and watch his large dick slowly go from hard to soft.

Between his legs, I look up at him with my face covered and in his cum and the head of his duck resting against my lips. I reach for my phone and tell him that my husband likes to have proof and ask Jared to take a picture of me lying there against him. Jared begins to laugh and says, “Ok!” He takes several pictures and then hands me back my phone. As I stand up and begin to clean myself, I see the post-nut clarity begin to take over Jared’s mind.

I go up to him and tell him thank you for being such a good friend and for keeping this discreet. I then tell him I’m going to shower and check on the baby, but that he should return with the boys. He agrees and gets himself together again. Before he left, he kissed me again and squeezed my ass saying, “If your husband really is a cuck and you want me, does this make me your bull?” I looked him deep in his eyes and said back, “Yes. You are my bull. My only bull!”

Jared smiled and said he liked that. He turned to leave the room, but I grabbed his hand and said, “When you go back downstairs, make sure you pull my husband aside and tell him that we had our first session together and that I’ve agreed to make you my Bull…the way he’s always wanted!”

Jared smiled, kissed me again, and said, “You got it, baby,” and walked away.

This happened almost 10 years ago to the day.

First thing to know is that I love my husband and always have. I am an Army wife and unless you are as well, you cannot understand the amount of issues you have to deal with. I don’t mean loneliness when the men are deployed or out training; really that’s not hard if you love your man. I mean watching your man change and seeing them in pain but being unable to help them because of how they’ve been trained and conditioned. I mean deployment after deployment of near death, losing friends in combat, or just the stress of going from normal home life to combat over and over. I mean the drinking, the drugs, the partying, the suicidality, the cheating. All military wives know what I’m talking about and it’s just part of the package that no one tells you about when you start out.

So my soldier finally gets out, I’ve just given birth to his first child, and of course, I’ve had to confront his girlfriend he had been seeing for the previous year throughout my pregnancy and while he was transitioning from the army to civilian life. She was another soldier, 23 years old (he was 30, I was 34), and of course she was doing anything and everything he desired sexually while I was carrying his baby, alone in our new home in California while he was back at the base in Washington. He finally comes home, I catch him sexting her, I speak to her on the phone, we take a short break (maybe 3 week), and we continue to try to work things out.

Now all throughout our 10 year relationship up to that point, my man had always had the hotwife fantasy. Not because he lacks, he’s quite the opposite. Good looking, fit, smart, strong, respected, and well endowed. It seems a lot of military men do and maybe it’s because they are gone all the time and this is somehow a way for them to stay connected, but it’s very common in the military in my experience. Now I never indulged in his fantasies beyond sex talk and role play. I can’t tell you how many time he was on deployment emailing me and basically begging me to fuck someone, and I never once did. Not once did I let another man touch me. I felt that my soldier was risking his life to defend our freedoms and the least I could do was keep my legs closed from other men to honor him.

Did he feel the same way? No. Up to this point in the story, over the years I had confronted 4 different women the was messing with and also caught him sexting another dozen or so. So my soldier, as much as I love him, had been putting me through a lot and now he was having an all out long term affair while I was pregnant. I had had enough. I created a dating account on an app during our break and chatted with a couple guys. One guy in particular had my attention, but 2 weeks into our 3 week break, I stopped using the app; again, I really love this man.

He came back home after the 3 weeks and I told him I had been using the app during our break because I wanted everything out in the open. Well he responded with jubilation and encouraged me to take up the guy’s offer from the app to take me on a date. After a long couple of days, I finally relented and went on a date with the guy from the app.

We met at Yardhouse and enjoyed a night of food, drinks, NBA game, and laughs. He was a gentleman all night despite his eyes betraying his desire for me. I’m 5’2”, 145 pounds, 36 CC, and my ass is decently curvy. I was wearing golden heels and a black dress exposing a fair amount of cleavage, with gold jewelry. His eyes followed my every move all night and I felt like a prey being hunted.

My husband had been texting through the night. His fantasy was always for me to send him pictures and videos of me being naughty during a date and then he would reclaim me when I got home. But since I was still feeling a way, and honestly I didn’t really want to be there, I was punishing him by not responding to his texts, or if I did my responses were short. But my husband then sent a message saying, “I hope you’re being a bad girl for me baby.”This pissed me off! Never on our time did my husband ever refer to me as a “bad girl.” Not until his last affair with the 23 year old who was really into BDSM. So I know where this language he was using came from. So I responded to his text with an, “Ok.”

Yardhouse was coming to a close shortly and I knew the time to decide what to do was quickly approaching. I excused myself and went to the ladies room, thinking about my situation. A man who clearly wants me is waiting at the table for me, but I’m only here because my cheating husband whom I love dearly, is encouraging me to be there. So what to do? I decided I’d be open to going back to his place or for more drinks if he asked, but I was not going to push it.

So I come walking out of the ladies room and he is standing beside the door, waiting for me in a very sweet display of protectiveness and kindness. That was it for me. I decided right there that I was going to rock this guy’s world.

I pressed up against him leaning against the wall and began making out with him passionately. He was completely shocked by my sudden change in energy, but he matched mine very quickly as his hands began traveling up and down my body. But honestly, I wanted control and I was in full slut mode, burning with anger and pain over my husband. Luckily the bathroom entrance is away from direct sight and is in a sort of nook. So I squatted down, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock, which was partially hard. I took him fully into my mouth and began sucking in an effort to get him fully hard. He stood there unable to comprehend what was happening. Quickly he became hard and was at a pleasant size. Sadly, not bigger than my husband, which would have been poetic, but good enough to work with.

I kept sucking him off really good. First with hands then with no hands until he was already ready to cum. I kept sucking him eagerly expecting at any second to feel him tense up and fill my mouth with his cum, but he didn’t. Instead he pulled his cock from my mouth, pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, then said he needed to take me home.

5 hours later he rode with me in an uber home, playing with my pussy the whole way in the backseat. Me, worn out after multiple rounds with him at his apartment. Deep passionate strokes, hard pounding, ass slapping, choking, facefucking, ass eating, etc. My husband saw me approaching the front door at around 5am and wearing the flannel of another man.

He opened the door and pulled me in, led me to the couch and began kissing me and caressing me all over. He laid me down and got on his knees between my legs and softly began to kiss and lick my pussy, seeing how swollen and used it was. He tenderly took care of my pussy while I told him the gist of my night, being careful to leave out key details that I knew he wanted to hear.

I laid there allowing him to use his mouth on my body to bring life back into me. As he lapped up my juices mixed with multiple loads of cum from my date, I felt for the first time a sort of romance and love reignited between my husband and I. The following day, weeks, and months, he was the most amazing man and the exact husband I always knew he could be.

I don’t know what about this dynamic caused the shift, but it seemed that he actually needs me to fuck other men to make him a better husband.

I’m not even sure this makes sense, but this was my experience…well, the first one.