02-04-2026, 03:41 PM
A story by FrameByFrame
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At some level, I think I always knew I was destined to be someone’s hotwife.
Even when I had boyfriends in high college and college, I found that I was fairly easily intrigued and enticed by other guys... especially if they were handsome, or had a roguish grin... and a lot of confidence. I learned early on that I relished the challenge... and indescribable pleasure... that came from discovering another willing partner in unique, and sometimes audacious, situations.
I couldn’t avoid it... I just loved to fuck.
It helped that I was an attractive blonde, with a pretty smile, and a really nice body. I loved showing off my big, natural breasts... and absolutely reveled in the attention I received whenever they were on display. I dated a lot of guys... and girls... over the years... some of them I actually considered my ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend.’ But, I tended to cheat on them... a lot... all the way through college... and, to be honest... I’ve never had any regrets.
And then, I met Brandon.
We sort of found each other about two years after I graduated from college. He was a few years older, and was already an established lawyer in Phoenix, Arizona when we met... but there was something special about him that really caught my eye. I was smitten... and knew pretty quickly that he could be the one I’d settle down with.
After about a year, or so, of dating we decided to get married... and went about setting dates, renting venues, and making all the necessary plans for the big day.
I tried desperately to quell my thirst for random fuck buddies once Brandon and I were engaged... and it seemed to work for a while. But, about a month, or so, before the wedding, I fell off the wagon... and ended up fucking our wedding photographer at his studio while reviewing sample photo proofs... then, I slipped up again, when I snuck away to give Brandon’s best man a blowjob in the men’s room during our rehearsal dinner.
I don’t know why... I guess that’s just the way I’m built... I always seem to be in pursuit of the next stiff hard-on and leg-shaking orgasm.
Brandon didn’t know me in college, so he wasn’t aware of my somewhat promiscuous past... nor my lapses just before our wedding... so, with those bits of information prudently tucked away, we happily got married without a hitch.
Afterwards, we moved into a beautiful, two-story house in Peoria... an upper middle-class suburb, just outside of Phoenix. We had a spacious backyard, with a large kidney-shaped pool, surrounded by a sprawling patio and redwood pool deck.
I found work as a realtor for a large brokerage company with offices near our house... which meant I had a very flexible schedule... so I found plenty of time to do things at my leisure, like working out at the gym, running errands, tackling little projects around the house... and anything else that happened to pop up.
Brandon had a corner office in one of the big, glass skyscbangrs in downtown Phoenix. He was a bit of a workaholic, and liked to golf on weekends, but even though our schedules didn’t always mesh, we fit together nicely... including our sex life. Brandon had a really nice cock, and he knew what to do with it... I had no complaints when it came to the bedroom... I loved Brandon... and relished our wonderful life together.
But... me being me... I couldn’t ignore how much I enjoyed fucking other guys. Since I didn’t want to hurt my husband, I hid my flirtations and occasional extra-marital trysts from him... while managing to find willing, random partners just about anywhere I looked... shopping, working out at the gym, even going for a run in our neighborhood.... and, I admit... I took advantage.
Then.... about two years into our marriage, my husband discovered what I was doing in my spare time... and everything changed forever.
It was a fairly typical Saturday, and Brandon had left that morning for a round of golf with three of his co-workers. Meanwhile, I had decided to go in search of a new floor lamp for our spare bedroom... and ended up coming home with a man named, James... a decent looking guy... with wide shoulders, and a rakish smile... who I’d met in the Electrical aisle of our local hardware store.
After getting an eyeful of my jiggling boobs and stiff nipples... obvious beneath my sleeveless crop top... and the camel toe poking out between my legs through my yoga pants... it hadn’t taken much effort on my part to convince him to follow me back to my place.
I giggled when he stepped up behind me on the porch, and grabbed my breasts from behind, as I unlocked the front door to the house. With his hands still squeezing my boobs, I led him down the foyer, and into the living room... where I peeled his hands off my tits, and left him sitting on the couch... while I went into the kitchen and grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge.
We sat on the sofa for a few minutes... sort of smiling at each other, sipping beer, and chit chatting... but we were both pretty impatient, so we quickly worked our way up to having sex right there on the sofa.
To be continued
***
At some level, I think I always knew I was destined to be someone’s hotwife.
Even when I had boyfriends in high college and college, I found that I was fairly easily intrigued and enticed by other guys... especially if they were handsome, or had a roguish grin... and a lot of confidence. I learned early on that I relished the challenge... and indescribable pleasure... that came from discovering another willing partner in unique, and sometimes audacious, situations.
I couldn’t avoid it... I just loved to fuck.
It helped that I was an attractive blonde, with a pretty smile, and a really nice body. I loved showing off my big, natural breasts... and absolutely reveled in the attention I received whenever they were on display. I dated a lot of guys... and girls... over the years... some of them I actually considered my ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend.’ But, I tended to cheat on them... a lot... all the way through college... and, to be honest... I’ve never had any regrets.
And then, I met Brandon.
We sort of found each other about two years after I graduated from college. He was a few years older, and was already an established lawyer in Phoenix, Arizona when we met... but there was something special about him that really caught my eye. I was smitten... and knew pretty quickly that he could be the one I’d settle down with.
After about a year, or so, of dating we decided to get married... and went about setting dates, renting venues, and making all the necessary plans for the big day.
I tried desperately to quell my thirst for random fuck buddies once Brandon and I were engaged... and it seemed to work for a while. But, about a month, or so, before the wedding, I fell off the wagon... and ended up fucking our wedding photographer at his studio while reviewing sample photo proofs... then, I slipped up again, when I snuck away to give Brandon’s best man a blowjob in the men’s room during our rehearsal dinner.
I don’t know why... I guess that’s just the way I’m built... I always seem to be in pursuit of the next stiff hard-on and leg-shaking orgasm.
Brandon didn’t know me in college, so he wasn’t aware of my somewhat promiscuous past... nor my lapses just before our wedding... so, with those bits of information prudently tucked away, we happily got married without a hitch.
Afterwards, we moved into a beautiful, two-story house in Peoria... an upper middle-class suburb, just outside of Phoenix. We had a spacious backyard, with a large kidney-shaped pool, surrounded by a sprawling patio and redwood pool deck.
I found work as a realtor for a large brokerage company with offices near our house... which meant I had a very flexible schedule... so I found plenty of time to do things at my leisure, like working out at the gym, running errands, tackling little projects around the house... and anything else that happened to pop up.
Brandon had a corner office in one of the big, glass skyscbangrs in downtown Phoenix. He was a bit of a workaholic, and liked to golf on weekends, but even though our schedules didn’t always mesh, we fit together nicely... including our sex life. Brandon had a really nice cock, and he knew what to do with it... I had no complaints when it came to the bedroom... I loved Brandon... and relished our wonderful life together.
But... me being me... I couldn’t ignore how much I enjoyed fucking other guys. Since I didn’t want to hurt my husband, I hid my flirtations and occasional extra-marital trysts from him... while managing to find willing, random partners just about anywhere I looked... shopping, working out at the gym, even going for a run in our neighborhood.... and, I admit... I took advantage.
Then.... about two years into our marriage, my husband discovered what I was doing in my spare time... and everything changed forever.
It was a fairly typical Saturday, and Brandon had left that morning for a round of golf with three of his co-workers. Meanwhile, I had decided to go in search of a new floor lamp for our spare bedroom... and ended up coming home with a man named, James... a decent looking guy... with wide shoulders, and a rakish smile... who I’d met in the Electrical aisle of our local hardware store.
After getting an eyeful of my jiggling boobs and stiff nipples... obvious beneath my sleeveless crop top... and the camel toe poking out between my legs through my yoga pants... it hadn’t taken much effort on my part to convince him to follow me back to my place.
I giggled when he stepped up behind me on the porch, and grabbed my breasts from behind, as I unlocked the front door to the house. With his hands still squeezing my boobs, I led him down the foyer, and into the living room... where I peeled his hands off my tits, and left him sitting on the couch... while I went into the kitchen and grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge.
We sat on the sofa for a few minutes... sort of smiling at each other, sipping beer, and chit chatting... but we were both pretty impatient, so we quickly worked our way up to having sex right there on the sofa.
To be continued
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