Duped

Duped By Iluv R. Moore So, you are trying to get your demure lover to become a hotwife, a woman who craves and takes all the cock she can get. How long have you had this desire? Let me step back to my situation. When I first married my innocent little Tren, she clearly demonstrated that she was inexperienced and anything but a hotwife. That was over 18 years ago, and now, well she has changed. Let me tell you what happened. The other day I was reading a posting in a HW forum by a woman who explained a very shocking bit of news. It seems there was a husband who also wanted his wife to become a HW, just like I wanted to. However, 20 years into the marriage, he discovers that she seeing, fucking and sucking three different guys on the sly. It seemed weird to me but she explained the situation. She claimed that the wife was getting back at the guy for asking her to exercise infidelity. Instead of the poor guy being able to share in the hotsex, he only heard about the revenge fucking. That's what reminded me of more recent events with Tren. About three years ago, I first shared my HW fantasy with my wife. She got pissed and well, I did not get any that night. I suppose I should have dropped it right there, but you know how the little head thinks often for the big head! Anyway, it took me almost a year to bring it up again. This time she tolerated it and played along albeit reluctantly. Yeah! I won (and she did, too)! However, she had definitely started changing. In her wardrobe, she had sexier clothes, from bras and panties to skirts and blouses. Although her bras now pushup or accentuate her tits, she rarely wears them unless at work. She even wears blouses that embarrass me. And, she enjoys going without panties in short skirts. She does it for me, she often explains, but has given plenty of guys an eyeful. Plus, I always had to persuade her buy some of the sexy stuff, whereas now she comes home with it herself. She was definitely different, if just her clothing, but still changed from before. At any rate, I met this guy on the net and arranged to meet him in a bar of a plush hotel with my wife. I was hoping for some heavy flirting at best, an arrangement Tren did not know about. The idea was simple. Since Tren had talked and flirted with strangers before in a bar without any problem, he would simply be there. Tren now always prefers to sit at the bar, up on a stool to show off her legs. Since this hotel was classy, the bar was not packed but very cozy. We met and sure enough Tren responded positively to Jim in what appeared to be friendly and innocent conversation. I could not change my usual behavior, so I whispered in her ear to show him a lot of leg and bend. I also asked her to remove her panties. After talking awhile, he mentioned his room had a hottub. Of course, he already knew how my wife loves hottubs from our email exchange. As soon as she mentioned this, he immediately said he could never ask us to join him in his room; it just would not be the appropriate thing to ask. That was my cue. I immediately said that it sure sounds tempting but we do not have suits. My wife looked at me disappointedly while saying that we had to figure something out. It went better than I had planned, I thought. I told her that the guys could get in and face the other direction first. Then she could enter and submerge herself below the bubbles to stay hidden. She laughed and said she did not care about seeing us, after all she is a nurse and has seen plenty of naked guys, but agreed for us to not look at her. However, she did not trust us and made us promise to not look and behave ourselves. I could not believe how easy it was. Off to Jim's room we went. The ride in the elevator was long. There seemed to be sexual tension in the air, but I was sure my wife would not venture too far. I had to keep my cool and also pray that Jim did not blow my "prearranged" coincidental meeting and hottub availability! When we got to the room, my wife was pleased that the hottub was big enough so that we would not feel uncomfortably close. We did not waste any time and stripped down and got in. I felt a little embarrassed since Jim's cock seemed bigger than mine, but locker room sizes vary more than when they are erect. One thing that bothered me as my wife was calling to find out if we had turned was the fact that his room seemed to have the belongings of two people not one. I mentioned this to Jim as my wife got the OK from us, and he told me that he did not have time to tell me that he has a business colleague with him. I quickly asked where he was and when he might return and Jim said simply "out" and that he did not know. I was getting a little apprehensive as I was worried about our safety also. My wife may also never speak to me if two guys start waving hardons at her because "I" set it up. Meanwhile, my wife was entering the water and telling us no peeking! After settling down under the streaming bubbles, we kicked back and began to enjoy the conversation and some fine red wine. I was totally content having my wife naked in the hottub with myself and my naked email conspirator. This was the foreplay I have always looked for. I was ready to take my wife home and fuck her good! She did not seem to be in a hurry, though. After about a half hour, my worst fear manifested itself; we heard Jim's roommate inserting the keycard into the door. We all turned to look and in popped his roommate. He was talking with someone at the door, and then said goodbye and closed it. When he saw the three of us, he just nonchalantly said that there is no way he is going to pass up the hottub as he had been looking forward to relaxing in the soothing waters all day. Before I could utter a word, he was standing naked at the edge of the tub, with a cock that once again looked much larger and thicker than mine. Tren, to my surprise, was clearly checking him out. He clearly feigned the question as to whether she minded while seemingly masking a smirk. I was trying to figure out what to do with some panic when she said no problem quite invitingly. She amazingly added that she sees "them" all the time, but they are not usually as big, especially compared to me. They all laughed, and I tried to laugh with them and said, "Yeah right" just to save face. However, inside I was stunned by her forward comment. I was also becoming alarmed that things were already out of hand. If I'd say too much, would Jim mention the setup? Is his roommate already aware of what we planned? I was becoming very uneasy with this situation. After more small talk, she said she was getting too warm. We argued about setting the temperature lower as Jim's roommate was complaining about aching muscles and did not want to turn the temp down. So, she decided to raise herself out of the water and cross her arms to retain some decency. When I asked her if she was ok, she blurted out that I ask her to wear revealing blouses all the time, so what is the big deal. I blushed at that comment, even though my dick was really begging to stir. The guys both said that the respected their wives too much to ask them that. I was beginning to feel that my setup was setting me up instead. I took a deep breath and stared at my wife who was wantonly displaying her wet naked breasts in front of two strangers. Later on Jim asked Tren about her comment about size. I quickly interjected thatr that locker room size usually is different and that's that. I thought she would drop it but Tren continued by saying she was not sure since in the hospital rarely is a sick patient erect. She giggled, (I suppose it was the effect of the wine) and said she was curious if there was also a difference when excited. Jim and Craig suggested we find out. I was only beginning to object and stop things before it got out of hand when my wife glided over, stopping to sit between them. She peered intently into the water, but Jim laughed saying that they might need a "hand" to test the theory. I watched incredulously as my wife reached under the water. The next thing I know is she is telling me that they do feel bigger than me; in fact, she stated, "They are obviously much bigger than your 4 ? inches." She was so enthralled, it was easy for Jim to raise himself up enough to clear the surface of the water with his cock. She was sliding her hand up and down as natural as could be. What she was doing was for some strange reason not registering properly. She has done it too many times for me so that she must have just lost touch with the danger of the current reality. I knew I had to act quickly before my HW fantasy goes beyond what I was prepared for. I jumped over to them because I had not planned on two guys. When I reached for her arm to stop pumping Jim, she glared at me with anger. She quickly announced that all she was doing was satisfying her curiosity once and for all about the size of a normal man. She scowled at me and said that I had been lying to her. I asked her what in the world she was talking about. I was honestly lost here. She said that there is a difference not only in the locker room but also when erect. She said, "Take a good look. Jim must be at least three inches longer than you and much thicker. I want to get a better look at Craig, too." She literally ordered him to get up on the ledge. She was between Craig's legs studying his cock with her face only inches away. As I was watching all that was transpiring in awe, I saw Jim smiling gloatingly down at me. What in the world was going on. I became transfixed. "Craig is perhaps smaller, but I am not sure," she complained. With that, she demanded that I sat between Jim and Craig. I raised myself up and felt quite inadequate. My little hard on was no comparison to theirs. She exclaimed, "See. Their dicks are significantly bigger and thicker. Your cock looks more like a . . . well . . . like a boy's cock, and theirs must be cocks of, I guess, . . . real men. Even the heads are bigger. I bet I could not get them in my mouth easily like I do your little dick." Before I could object, she had put her mouth on Jim's cock. She had to stretch her mouth wide open to get it in. I had to admit to myself that I was in envy. These two gents were the proud owners of some majestic tools. The heads were both deep purple and mushroom shaped, mounted on long thick and muscular shafts. Even their ball sacks loomed largely as the hung below, distended because of the heat of the hottub. As I snapped back to reality I noticed Tren becoming frustrated that she was not used to opening her mouth so wide. She then somewhat hypnotically asked who was bigger. "I'll just put my mouth on Craig to see if I can tell," she uttered. She sucked on it for a second or two and said that sure enough, Jim's cock was bigger, at least the head. She turned to me and almost cried out that she was extremely horny from all the play. She then barked out that she hopes they don't mind but she had to do something right away. She told me to sit back on the other side and came over to me. She sat on my lap, inserted my cock, and began to kiss me. As soon as she said that their cocks were bigger than mine again, I felt my balls churn and spit out its semen. I could not have lasted but a half a dozen awkward pumps due to the intense excitement that had unexpectedly gone way beyond any of my wildest expectations.. My wife turned around on me and kept her sweet ass humping even though I was slipping out. The next thing I know is that Jim and Craig were next to her. They were helping her balance on me while taking definite liberties. They began to move their hands up and down her sides. I fell out completely and she cried out, "Not now. I need you inside of me." With that, Jim began to rub her clit. She began to object by first saying no but it quickly turned into passionate yes's. I had divulged that she loves to have her clit rubbed in an email to him, and he was taking full advantage of this inside info. Her body was raising off my lap and crudely and vulgarly arching toward his invading fingers. Craig grabbed her hand and gently pulled her toward himself. The next thing I know is that Craig was pushing his dick between her legs. I did not even know Craig, and he was about to rub his large mushroom-shaped cockhead on my wife's slippery slit. It was oozing precum and it zeroed in on its target. Meanwhile, Jim had gotten out and dried himself off while I was trying to catch my breath. I was trying to mutter stop but their passionate moans were drowning out anything I had to say. Then Craig literally lifted her out of the water and carried her toward the bed. He complimented Tren that she was beautiful and a prize no man should ever take for granted as he dried her off. This son of a gun was laying it on thicker than I ever did. He knew which mental buttons to push on my already horny wife. He had her lay on the bed and then called me over. Finally I though they were coming to their senses. I had promised Jim a few cheap feels at best, nothing more. Craig surprised the heck out of me when he told me that he did not want to put his dick in her although she obviously need to be satisfied by a real man. He complained that she was filled with my cum. As I attempted to stammer out an objection, she called me over and told me to clean her. She said, "you have always wanted a cream pie, now eat it out." I countered that I was only fantasizing, but she spread her legs while Jim guided me toward her. He told me that it was after all my own cum. I was humiliated but getting horny again. I ate her and after a while I looked up to see Tren sucking Jim's cock. "Hey, you already know who is bigger," I protested. She looked at me with Jim's cock in her mouth, and slowly came off it a little. "This is always what you have wanted, isn't it," she asked wantonly. I retaliated that it was only fantasy talk. "Then why is your little pecker betraying your real thoughts? Don't you want to see your wife satisfied thoroughly and deeply, better than you have ever done before, she countered. Then Craig gently pulled me out of the way and spread Tren's legs. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them high into the air. She was now in a position that makes me happy to be a man, however, Craig was kneeling between her with menacing entry at any moment. In a final moment of desperation, I reached between them and grasped his cock with the intention to stop him. I was amazed at the fact that I could not get my hand fully around it and that it felt much heavier in my hand. At the same moment, my wife jerked forward and I watched mesmerized as her cuntlips met my hand. I had, in effect, helped him insert his manhood into my wife's sacred hole. I saw her pussy lips stretching like never before. She was grunting and bucking up toward him with almost no control of her movements. She was definitely responding, much better than I would have ever thought possible. As he pushed inch after thick inch in her, her eyes glazed over. She kept on repeating that it felt so good. "God it felt good," she cried out as a tear trickled down her cheek. I asked if he should stop and if he was hurting her. Her mouth gapped as she uttered, "No, . . . oh . . . yes . . . oh God, yes." Jim asked her if she ever felt that good before. She almost broke my heart when she asked, "How could I have felt this way before. His dick is much smaller than both of yours." She was getting incoherent as Craig sunk into her balldeep and began to pump. They got into it quickly and it was not long before he was spewing his seed deep, more deeply than ever before, into my wife. Jim looked me in the eye and told me it was my turn. I looked down after hearing the popping sound of his massive dick being withdrawn. Her hole was gaping wider than I ever recalled, and was oozing a thick sperm trail, still connected to the tip of his dick. I had a chance to save face since I was hard again. My wife looked at me and chuckled, "You really do like seeing me get fucked by other men. You are a pervert!" I was too excited to let the comment bother me and began to kneel between her legs. She and Jim almost simultaneously shouted no. They wanted me to clean her so Jim did not have to feel much of Craig's cum. Once again, I was gently guided into position and began to lap up her drooling cunt, but she was overanxious. She got up and I fell on my back. She straddled my face and told me to hurry and eat. She hissed, "Come on you perverted cum lover, get your wife ready for another real man." As she was riding my face, her thighs were pressed against my ears. Craig had gotten up and left the bed. When I finished, she got on all fours and Jim entered her doggie style. As Jim was banging the shit out of her, I heard more male voices. Craig asked me to get off the bed and make room for two more colleagues staying in the adjacent room. They had come in while I was eating her. I told them that my wife has never done anything like this, but they were not listening. She was in heaven with Jim's thick cock pumping in her, and oblivious to her surroundings. However, she reached forward to the third cock and pulled it closer. She began to lick and suck this third guy until he became fully hard. He immediately said that he wanted some of this delicious slut pussy. I told him to watch his language and Craig laughed, "Be quiet cum eater with the little dick!" And then, all four guys were laughing. He was unfortunately right. All four had larger cocks than mine. The new guy slid himself underneath her while Jim was still banging her from behind. He pulled her on top of himself with Jim's help. He was rubbing his cock and trying to stuff it in. Jim stopped and pulled out. She began to whimper and they all smiled as Jim said the slut has to have a cock in her. Jay accommodated her by replacing Jim. Jim reached for some lube and began to lather and finger her tight anus. She loves anal occasionally and today was no exception. I was holding my breath as I watched Jim slowly insert his meat into her tight asshole. She also became still since she was not used to an invasion of this size. When he was embedded to his balls, he pulled back out slowly. His rhythm sped up and then both of the were fucking my wife into oblivion. I watched in awe as my wife pounced on the throbbing cock below her, and Jim's balls slapped her as he slid in and out of her asshole. This rampage on my wife continued for at least two hours. All I could do was simply watch. Occasionally I was called upon to do my cleaning chores. As I was cleaning my wife, there was a knock at the door. The guys had towels around themselves when Jim opened the door. He invited a room service guy right in as I was under my wife and she was splayed on top of me. He said laughingly to him that he would not have anything to clean since I was already doing it. When I saw him, I tried to stop. Then she explained, "You have always wanted me to do this. Let's finish it. I knew about your little secret rendezvous so I asked Jim to teach you a lesson." I could not believe my ears. With that, the black room service guy stepped in and two more from outside the room. They closed the doors while my wife lay down on the bed. She mentioned I have a special treat for you. The black guys encircled her and unzipped themselves. Their meat was also massive, even larger than Jim's. They began to pump their cocks by her face and rub her tits. Tren's tongue darted from one cock to the other. I witnessed my wife wrapping her tiny little hand the best she could around superior cocks. She coaxed them to spew their sticky cum quickly on her chest. Each one let out a blast in the shape of long thick strings, almost thick as tightly twined rope. Her chest was covered with cum. She called me over and told me that I could finally fuck her, but I had to do it while licking their cum of her chest. What could I do. I had never been so hard in my life. I pressed my face down and almost drowned in the gallons of cum, but my dick was as hard as ever, and ever so nicely sank into her well used cunt. As I was fucking her, she asked out loud if I put it in yet. I had no idea that a woman could seek the type of revenge for insisting on becoming a hotwife. I can only wonder about the future. 5844 1.26/512345