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Hey there, my name is Ben, and I am a 27-year-old guy from Germany. I am about to tell you how my fantasy changed my marriage. After you are done reading my story, it will be up to you to decide whether my fantasy changed my life for good or ruined it completely.

This chapter “The beginning” primarily focuses on how my fantasy was born and also focuses on the first steps on how I started to introduce my wife (back then GF) to the idea of sharing her.

Let’s begin with the origin of my fantasy. My ex-girlfriend had a very high sex drive, and we fucked every day we saw each other. Our sex was not bad, but the issue was that there were periods where we didn’t see each other for quite some time. And that’s when she at all times cheated on me.

To give you an example, she was from Poland, so one time during the summer holidays, she flew for 3 weeks to Poland “. Little did I know is, that during that time she had a threesome with two guys.

This is one of the times she cheated on me, and it was not the first and not the last time. If you guys are interested in hearing more of her, I could write a chapter about all the times she betrayed me in detail. But for now on, that’s all you need to know, so that you find out the origin of my hotwife fantasy.

I broke up with her, of course, after I found out about her disloyalty and moved on. Little did I know is, that she planted something deep inside me. She planted a desire I had yet to understand.

Two years later I was looking for some amateur porn on the internet. I don’t know if you agree with me on this topic, but there are times in life where I prefer amateur to professional porn.

Don’t get me wrong, I love professional porn, but sometimes I need the REAL thing. There is something very erotic watching a woman taking a cock out of pure Lust and sex drive. Just the fact that she is taking a big fat cock for her own need is way hotter, than a woman who is taking a dick because she is paid to do so.

And that’s why I sometimes prefer to watch an amateur to professional porn.

Anyway, while I was searching for amateur porn on the internet, I have stumbled across Tumblr. Back then, Tumblr had a lot of NSFW content and I found a site by the name “share your hotwife.”

At first, I wondered that this was a ordinary site, where guys were sharing pictures and videos of their girlfriends or wives….. I was so wrong….

The first video I stumbled across showed a woman lying on the bed with completely messed up hair and make-up. The amount of pleasure she received was clearly visible on her face. Her mouth was opened slightly, while she was moaning heavily. Her rolled eyes were staring at the ceiling. From her facial expression, you could clearly say, that this was a woman on the peak of sexual pleasure.

Suddenly, the camera moved to the side, revealing a muscular black man, who was fucking her missionary. The camera man started to encourage the black guy by telling him, “yes, fuck my wife! Fuck this white whore! Fuck her with your big black cock! Destroy her married white cunt!”

As a reaction to his words, he started to fuck his wife faster and deeper.

His wife moaned with pleasure, and he focused the camera on her face again.

She looked into the camera, whispering “I love you” with pleasure.

“I love you too“ was his answer.

Then she turned her attention to the black man, took his head with her hands and kissed him passionately, while cumming on his big black dick.

I was shocked. I saw a man letting someone else fucking his wife, the wife he loved and should be only his. Coming from a toxic relationship, I couldn’t find out what was going on. It felt so wrong, and yet seeing his wife being completely owned by someone else had something so erotic about it….

So, I’ve watched the video over and over again. Trying to find out it. The more I watch it, the more I got horny by the wondered of this crazy, taboo idea. To justify my curiosity, I have started to look for some hotwife content. First only on Tumblr and then on the whole internet. That night, my Fantasie was born. And it was only a few months after, where I started to implement this fantasy into my privet life.

On time while masturbating I started to think about a video of my ex where she got spit roasted by two guys. It was a video from the threesome in Poland I have told you about earlier. To be clear, I don’t have the video. I just have seen it once, because one of her friends showed it to me as a prof that she was cheating.

Two years ago, when I saw the video for the first time it completely destroyed me, but now it was different. Just the wondered of it made me rock hard.
I have started to imagine how it would be if my ex would be my hotwife. Coming home just to be welcomed by the view of her being gang banged. Going into swinging clubs with her. Letting her being fucked by some strangers we just met in a bar and so on….

I couldn’t find out why, but all the things she did in the past. At all times she cheated on me felt so erotic. So I started to pleasure myself to all the cheating stories that she told me. Imagines of her stroking dick while wearing my ring on the same hand appeared in my head…

That night, I have had one of the best orgasms of my life.
As the orgasm faded, I have realized what I have done. And yet, I couldn’t find out the nature of my fantasy. Here I was, jacking off to my past. I was jacking off to something, that broke me completely two years ago.

I realized that this fantasy of mine was only present when I was horny. Not only that, but I would never live this lifestyle in the future, or at least I wondered so…

For the next years, I have developed a passion for hotwife porn, but I at all times separated the fantasy from the reality. Of course, it at all times stayed a fantasy, since I didn’t even have a girlfriend or wife to try this lifestyle anyway.

And then I met her, Olivia my currant wife and everything changed.

If I had to describe her in one word, then no word is better than the word-perfect. She is an absolute beautiful woman and there is nothing I would change in her look, nothing. You could say, that this is only my comment, but even all my friends told me, that from all of them I was the one with the most gorgeous woman. Some of them told it to me with a lot of envy.

Let’s go into some details. She is about 164 cm high (for you Americans, it’s about 5.4 feet) and has most gorgeous c cup tits with perfect perky nipples. Her hair is dark brown and lightly curled. Her whole body was completely wifu material, since it had literally the perfect proportions. With a small waist and an ass to die for, it’s pretty obvious, that she drew a lot of attention in public.

But the most gorgeous about her was literally her face. I don’t know if you have the same comment, but for me the most essential part, that attracts me to a woman is the face. A woman can have perfect tits and a perfect ass, but if her face is ugly, then all the other parts doesn’t matter anymore.

And God, Olivia has a gorgeous face.

So, you might just be thinking at this point how a guy like me got a woman like Olivia. It’s simple, I don’t fucking know. All I know is that I was very lucky, and Olivia even made me forget about my secret fantasy for a while.

Well, at least I have two theories. First, Olivia is very religious, so she is the type of girl, that was at all times waiting for this one man and coming from a religious home, she was even forbidden to come home with a boyfriend, before she was 18 years old.

The second thing is, that Olivia is a very shy person. She rarely talked to guys and rarely went to clubs.

I could go into detail how we met, but I guess that this would take too long and you, my reader, would get bored pretty fast.

Instead, I will focus on the more relevant things.

I met Olivia when I was 21 years old. By that time, she just finished her 18th birthday.

Since she is a very religious and shy person, it took me almost 4 months to finally have sex with her.

Over the next two years, sex wasn’t bad, but here comes the issue. Tough Olivia had physically everything I have at all times wanted, I have had the feeling that she hold back her true inner slut. She moaned during sex, but she at all times avoided dirty talking. I tried to motivate her and told her multiple times, even while fucking, that she should talk to me. To that, she at all times responded, “I don’t know what to say.”
I gave her examples and tips and yet, she refused to talk to me during sex.
Furthermore, she almost never took matters into her own hands. She never told me in what position she wanted to be fucked or started the sex. Giving me head, Olivia tried to be as quiet as feasible, even though I told her that I loved the slurping sound, and it brings the blowjob to another level. Also, I want to point out, that she at all times avoided eye contact, while being fucked, or while giving me head. That all was a part of her shyness, and felt like there was a lack of intimacy between us.

I was quite patient on the begin of our relationship, but after months of only tiny improvements, I have started to lost my faith and started to think, that she would never turn into a true nympho. I wondered that maybe she wasn’t holding back her inner slut, but rather that’s the way she was, and I couldn’t change it.

And then came the day when Olivia proved me wrong. We have been together for over a year, when we got invited to a birthday party from a friend of ours. He planned to celebrate his birthday in a nice bar. Olivia was never a quiet drinker, and for that reason this was the first time we drank together.

As the alcohol kicked in, Olivia’s shyness slowly began to disappear. At first, we started to dance, but as the time passed, our dance moves became „erotic”. One thing led to another, until we started to make out on the dance floor.

Suddenly I felt a hand feeling my dick through my pants and Olivia whispering in my ear, “I want to fuck baby.”

We decided to leave the party and took a taxi back to my place. During the drive, Olivia tried to grab my cock several times and even flashed me her tits once.

Finally, we got home, where we had the best sex ever, well until then at least. That night, she talked like a real slut to me, while doing things I would never expect from her. For a moment I even wondered, in my drunken state, that I have had gone home with another woman, because I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I hoped, that after this night, I have cracked Olivia open and that she will finally be more active and sluttier during sex. But unfortunately, I got disappointed pretty fast and our sex life continued as it used to do.

But after I have seen Olivia’s true potential, I couldn’t go back to our ordinary sex life. I knew that I needed to discover a way to make her as slutty as she was in this one night.

One day I decided to go back and watch some hotwife porn again. It immediately caught me again after I didn’t watch it for quite some time. While seeing all this hotwifes being fucked by their bulls, I started to imagine Olivia in their position.

Suddenly, my hotwife fantasy mixed with my craving for Olivia’s slutty side. I saw this hotwife lifestyle as a solution to my issue and really dived deep in into my imagination.

But right after I came, reality came back, and I knew, that this fantasy is impossible. I loved the idea of sharing Olivia with a black bull, but was I really ready to risk a perfect relationship? With Olivia, I got a dream of a woman. Not only was she gorgeous, but I was her first kiss and besides me, she didn’t have sex with anyone else. This was something what I at all times valued about her and now, am I really able to give this up? I knew that by sharing her with a black bull, I could get the best sexual experience in my life, but this lifestyle comes with some risks too. And even when I would be ready to distribute her, she is still very religious. How could I convince her into a lifestyle, where she would literally become a whore?

From that moment on, I had an emotional battle inside me, where I couldn’t decide what to do.

Fantasize about Olivia being a hotwife while watching porn, became my daily routine until one day I have started to look for some tips on how to convince your GF/ wife to fuck a BBC. I figured out that ordering a big BBC dildo would be the best idea.

It was my plan to check, if she is into the feeling of being completely filled out, or not. I hoped to learn from her reaction, whether I should push forward with my fantasy, or let it be.

After I received my package, I was really shocked about the size. If you never saw a black dick or a dildo, then it’s really hard to find out. I have consumed interracial and hotwife porn for the past four and a half years and yet, the size shocked me. With 7 inches is my dick not small by any means, but It’s nothing compared to this 12-inch black behemoth.

I have started to question myself if it would fit in Olivia.

Now that I have had the dildo, I just needed a perfect opportunity. I was sure, that if I would use the dildo on ”ordinary Olivia’‘, she wouldn’t probably let me use it. Since it was summer 2018, Olivia and I have booked a nice hotel in Spain to spend our vacation. So, I made a plan on how I first wake up Olivia’s inner slut and then used the monster on her.

And that’s when our story begins…..

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“What do you think, honey, do you like this new dress?” Asked Olivia as she was coming out of the bathroom.

“You know that you look good in everything, right”? I replied.

“Oh, stop it babe, I need your honest opinion”

“You know it is my honest opinion, you just want me to be more specific about it. But fine, if you ask me, then I tell you, that this is my favorite dress so far”

Surprised, she asked me”Really? Why do you think so?”

“Well it’s simple, you look like a gre…. no you look like MY Greek goddess”

Olivia came close, hugged me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. Then she replied, “I have got the best man ever.”

What I told Olivia, I truly meant. She really looked astonishing. Her new dress was white with some golden accents. Together with her golden jewelry, her dark brown curled hair and her tanned skin, she truly looked like a Greek goddess.

It was the fourth day of our vacation in the Spanish city Alicante. The vacation with Olivia was really great. Tho we did a lot of short trips before, it was the first time in the two years of our relationship, where we went on a real vacation together.

The experience of being with your partner on a vacation for the first time is absolutely amazing. I think that many of my readers have experienced it, but to those who didn’t experience it yet, let me tell you one thing. It’s absolutely amazing.
It doesn’t even matter where you go or how much money you spent. What matters is the quality time you get with your partner.

I broke up the hug and said.
“What an amazing day it was.”

“Was? Honey, the day is still not over. And we will make it even better.” Olivia replied.

I looked her in the eyes as I said, “Oh, looks like someone has planned something for the evening.”

She smiled at me and answered, “well, yes. It’s our fourth day, and we still didn’t enjoy the sunset, soooo…”

“So, what” I asked.

“So, let’s buy some drinks and enjoy it on the beach together.”

“Well, it seems like a nice romantic idea” I replied, “but since we will drink something on the beach, why don’t we go to a nice bar afterwards?”

Olivia wondered about my proposition and suggested, “why not. But let’s go to a bar where we can play also pool. The last time we went to the beach, I saw a bar 5 minutes from here. The bar had pool tables outside, so I made a note of the bar because I know you love to play it.

I liked playing pool. I wouldn’t say that I am a professional, but I played it regularly once a month with my boys in Germany. Even though I liked playing pool, somehow me and Olivia never played it together before. So naturally I agreed to her proposal.

So, we got ready for the evening, went to a local store, grabbed some cheap drinks and headed out to the beach. As the sun was setting, we started to talk about us and our future. And that’s when I asked her, “you know that I finished my bachelor this year, right?”

Olivia laughed and answered “yes, and I just began mine… honestly, I am kinda jealous, I still have to study for around two years until I am finished. And when I think that after we will come back I will have to study for my exams….. it really depresses me. This semester is really overwhelming.”

Now I laughed, “no babe, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t want to remind you of your upcoming exams. What I meant is, that now that I am finished and started to work in a good company, I am able to provide for us. I know that you always told me, that you want to wait until you are finished before we moved in together, because you want to split the bills, but honestly it’s not a problem for me.”

She looked me in the eyes and answered, “Ben, I would really love to move in with you, but I can’t. You know my point very well, I really want to share the bills with you. I really think that if y….”

“Olivia” I interrupted her, “money doesn’t matter. I really want this. I really want to live like here in Spain and wake up every morning with you in my arms.”

“But…” Olivia said.

” No but. Either way, I am moving out as soon as we come back so with or without you, I will have to pay the rent.” I took her soft hand, looked into her eyes and said, “Olivia, I really want this. Let’s give it a try at least.”

” Well, who am I to not give the best man what he desires. So if you are really planning on moving out, we can try it at least.” Then she took my head and give me a soft, but a long kiss.

We spent the next half hour on the beach, having a nice romantic time, and then we went on the way to discover the bar she mentioned before.

I have to admit, that I got really nervous on the way. I couldn’t believe that this will be the day when I finally will use the dildo on her for the first time. All the excitement from the moment I ordered the dildo online, to the day now hit me all at once. For a split second I even feared that she might not want the dildo, but then I remembered the first time we had drunken sex and what a slut she hid deep inside her and my fear disappeared.

I also avoided sex with her for the past week, so that she will create up a lot of Lust. We didn’t even fuck during the last days in Spain. Avoiding sex with Olivia was pretty easy. I have noticed that she was getting horny pretty often during the last two days, but she was way too shy to begin sex all by her own.

Once we get to the bar, we ordered some drinks and started to play. I remember that the name of my cocktail was “dons special daiquiri” and let me tell you one thing gentleman, it was really phenomenal. If you have the opportunity, you should really try it.

Anyway, as we played round after round and drank cocktails after cocktails, the alcohol started to work slowly, but surly.

I noticed that Olivia got a little bit tipsy. Seeing her in this state, and knowing what I was planning to do next, made me hard a little. I wasn’t fully erected, but it was enough to form a quite visible bulge in my pants. It wasn’t extremely visible, but it was enough for her to notice it. I caught her paying attention to it several times while we played. Slowly but surely, the alcohol started to have an effect on her and her shy side started to disappear.

As we continued to play the game, Olivia hit the black 8 and the ball fell into a hole, so she lost the game.

“Fuck!” Said Olivia loud, “I thought it was the dark purple one and not the black….”

I knew she was lying. The way she glanced at my cock in my pants, the way she played with her hair. Her gestures, facial expressions and everything else indicated, that she was starting to get horny. She didn’t lose the game because she couldn’t differentiate between purple or black, she lost the game on purpose, because now since she was drunk and turned on, she was seeking physical attention, and she already had a plan to get what she wanted.

“Perfect” I wondered. “I am getting her right where I wanted her.” It was a good idea to deny her sex. Combined with the alcohol, Olivia has got horny pretty easy.

“Oh really?” I replied and started to place the pool balls again on the table. I knew we wouldn’t play a next round, but still, I was excited to see what she would do.

Olivia came around the table, hugged me and mumbled “wait baby.”

“You don’t want to play anymore?” I asked.

She smiled and pointed at the dance floor, “Well we played or games and had our drinks……” Then, she placed a hand on my cheek and whispered in my ear, “How about we dance a little.”

“Hmmm I don’t know” I answered.

“pleeease” She bagged.

I looked her in the eyes, and she kept begging, “preeetty pleeease.”

I still just stand there and replied nothing. Then she took my head and kissed me long and patiently.

“Was this enough to convince you?” Olivia said with a smile on her face.

I nodded.

In response to my reaction, she grabbed my hand and said “perfect” while leading me onto the dance floor.

The dancing area was pretty big, but because it was around midnight, it was pretty full. Olivia chose a nice spot, a little bit off the side of the crowd, where we could dance more privately.

At first, we danced normally, but it was never her plan just to dance.
As the music got slower, we started to hold each other close and sway to the music. She took the opportunity to touch me with her hands on different parts of my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. I enjoyed being touched in a sexual way by this gorgeous woman. It was something I have experienced just once during or relationship, and it was when we have drunk the first and last time together.

I felt her right hand moving downwards from my chest, through my belly, until it finally reached the part of my pants where my dick was.
she stroked the spot for a moment, while I was grabbing her ass.

Olivia’s butt felt so good that I came up with the idea of turning her around so that her butt was facing me. She knew immediately why I turned her and pressed her ass against my cock.
I grabbed her hips and she started to grind her ass against my boner.

We danced like that for a while, until I have pulled her hair to the side and started to kiss her neck softly. Olivia enjoyed the soft kisses for a moment, but she needed more than just a few kisses on the neck. She wanted to get fucked tonight, so she turned and started making out with me. Her tongue entered my mouth, and we shared a long, passionate kiss. Suddenly she grabbed my right hand and led it under her dress to her panties so that for a split second I could feel how wet she was.

We stopped making out and Olivia came close to my ear and said, “Take me home and fuck me, please.”

I smiled and replied, “do you really think that you have earned it?

“Wasn’t I a good girl?” Olivia asked with a cute voice while trying to make an innocent face.

Now I was the one coming close to her ear, “I don’t want a good girl. Want I want is a whore.”

She took her time with her answer, which was due to her drunken state, but finally she said, “you talk a lot, but are you really good enough to make me your whore?” Olivia bit her lip, “show me….”

We left the bar and made our way to our hotel, which was only 5 minutes away. Though originally, I have planned to get drunk with Olivia, because I was afraid, that she wouldn’t try the dildo when she was sober, I had to admit, that the alcohol helped me loosen up too. All the nervousness disappeared, and I just felt the excitement of what was about to happen next.

Suddenly, while we were on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, Olivia tripped and almost fell.

“Are you alright” I asked her worried.

She laughed loud, “am I alright? Of course, I am. I am just too stupid to walk alone, ’cause I am drunk.” Then she grabbed my arm and said, “wait, let me hold on to your arm so that I won’t fall so easily.”

“You are not too drunk to walk…..you are always too stupid to walk.” I answered and we both laughed.

“You are right” Olivia laughed, “I am clumsy as always” then she pointed in the direction of the receptionist of our hotel, who could be seen from our position. “I wonder what he will think. Two drunk idiots going to their room”

I replied, “He will be jealous. Look around, we’re at a party area with lots of clubs and bars. We are certainly not the first and will not be the last to go back to the hotel drunk today. And the poor man has to work his shift while others, and we have fun.”

She giggled and hinted, “he will be jealous when he hears me scream while you fuck me.”

Upon hearing those words, I couldn’t wait to be back in our room. I couldn’t wait until we finally got our privacy, so I could enjoy her gorgeous body, and finally I couldn’t await the moment, when I use the big black dildo on her for the first time.

The walk from the bar to the hotel wasn’t long, but I was drunk and horny, and it was hard for me to keep my hands off Olivia. The same was true for her. I noticed the signs that she was horny, but we knew we were in public and could still behave…. until we got on the elevator.

We were lucky that the elevator was empty. As soon as the doors closed, we finally got our privacy for a brief moment. I turned to her and noticed that she was already glancing at me. Our eyes met, and I saw the desire for sex deep in her eyes, hinting, “take me and fuck me.”

There were no words needed. I took her and pressed her against the elevator wall and used my right arm to took her left hand and pressed it above her head against the elevator, while using my left hand to choke her softly. “You are finally mine” I gushed.”

She looked me in the eyes and whispered, “Then make me your slut.”

We fell over each other. All the tension that had built up since the bar exploded and came over us like a flood. Finally, we were free and could let off steam. It was a crazy mix of lust and alcohol intoxication, and we absolutely loved it. I noticed how Olivia pushed her tongue in my mouth, and I let her in. As our tongues met, she took her free hand and placed it on my back. Then she run her hand down my back while her nails dug into my shirt. I stopped s
choking her, and ran my now free hand down her body and under her dress, so I could touch her pan….

“Ping!” Rang the elevator. It was the sound, that indicated, arrived at your selected floor, but for me, it felt like the fucking alarm clock that is pulling you out of your nice dream at 5am so that you can go to your work, because that’s what the sound did. Pulling me out of this dream situation.

We immediately broke up, in fear that some might caught us, but the doors parted and revealed an empty hallway in front of us.

“Thank God no one is here” I wondered.

I felt something go into my pocket. It was. It was Olivia, she grabbed the key card to our room, and then she ran away.

NSFW: yes

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