Fr££ Read - First Time Hotwife, Hubby & Hubby's Best Friend
A husband treats his hotwife to a spa break, and his best friend comes too.
Wednesday is my non-fiction day. A mix of promos, gossip, or a fun story that may or may not have happened IRL!
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Hubby, Hubby's Best Friend and a First Time Hotwife
To celebrate five years of happy marriage, my gorgeous sexy-ass husband suggested we go on a big date night to celebrate. Full on treat. A fancy meal, then a night in a spa hotel.
I wasn’t sure. We had work to complete, bills due in. I’m the sensible one. Extravagance doesn’t come easy when you’ve worked hard all your life and are just starting to reap the rewards.
The hotel he suggested had an amazing high class reputation, and prices to go with it. Then they emailed an offer, as hotels often do when you’ve been on their website. They seem to know exactly when you’re unsure or procrastinating. I took it as a sign. Threw caution and my credit card to the wind and booked in. As if to send me a message that I’d made the right choice, the hotel threw in a free upgrade to a suite too. Result!
In the five years since we married, let’s say I’ve put a little weight on. It’s my husband’s fault, kinda. He’s an awesome cook. We enjoy food, but he burns it off. He has still has his amazing six pack. Me not so much.
He doesn’t mind. He loves my big tits and ass, and to be honest, I’m way happier without all the mad faddy diets.
Does anyone actually enjoy protein shakes instead of thick buttery toast for breakfast?
I’m not fat, just what used to be called voluptuous. As a result, I no longer fit in any of my swimming costumes or bikinis. Treating myself to new came as another guilty expense, but it had to be done. I bought him a new shirt to ease my conscience.
Trying the new costume on, I felt amazing. It held in what it needed to, but showed off the rest. Dimply ass held snug, thick thighs flattered by the design cut. The bra top held my tits high. A tiny gold heart embellishment between my tits created an eye-catching detail, focussing attention on my deep cleavage.
I looked and felt as hot as fuck. Money well spent! I even did a twirl, laughing out loud as I spun around. I almost lost my balance when I spotted my husband at the bedroom door.
I hadn’t heard him come in.
‘When did you get home?’
I laughed, did another twirl.
‘You look beautiful!’
He ogled my tits, stepped forward, and I ran to him and hugged him. His hands firm on my ass, he murmured against my cheek.
‘The guys won’t be able to take their eyes off you!’
I froze.
‘The guys?’
‘Oops.’
‘What the hell do you mean, oops? Do not tell me the guys are going to be there!’
My husband loves his sport, any sport, and he often spent days and weekends away with what he called the guys. They were all grown ass men, but when they got together, boys seemed more appropriate to be honest.
‘It’s not…’
I was livid. The fancy hotel, the spa break. It all seemed to be his way of getting me to agree to a night at a hotel. The same one that the guys were staying at, ready for a big match the following day.
Divorces have happened over less.
I fought back tears. I love my husband, heart and soul, but sometimes he drives me to distraction.
‘You said this was my treat!’
I sounded like a spoilt child, but felt so let down. The hotel deal was great, but totally unrefundable.
‘Babe. It is. Honestly. We can go first thing on Friday. We’ll have all day together, and all night. Like we planned.’
His fingers tweaked my bikini bottoms. I slapped his hand away.
‘The guys are going to be there?’
‘Well, not all of them, but yes. You don’t need to see them.’
‘Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.’
‘Babe…’
‘I’m betting Ethan came up with the idea.’
His smart ass friend Ethan. Twice the age of the rest of the guys, never married, no family, too much money and a wicked sense of fun. I liked the guy, mostly, but he was really annoyingly single and expected the rest of the group to just go along with his ideas. Although to be fair, he did often pay for the days out, tickets, even flights to weekend games. Generous, kind even, but fucking annoying.
‘Maybe. But he honestly thought you’d like it.’
I almost said I wouldn’t be going, but that would just be stubborn and foolish. I’m no idiot and really wanted the spa pool, the sauna, the meal, the fancy suite.
Besides, his face said he felt bad, and I can’t resist his sexy ass when he looks so apologetic and vulnerable.
‘Tell you what.’
I looked into his eyes. A hint of hope lit them and my heart ached for him as much as it had on our wedding day. Not that I’d let him off the hook, not yet anyway.
‘You buy me a new outfit, and I’ll let you go to the match with the guys on Saturday. I’ll spend the day at the spa, and we can come home together after.’
‘Babe! Are you serious? You don’t mind?’
His face lit up. He reached for me. This time I didn’t bat him away, but pulled him close.
I squashed my tits up against his muscular chest. My nipples tightened inside the sleek, tight fabric. I slid my hand down over his crotch and pouted, facing my cheek his way for him to kiss in the way of his grovelling apology.
His arms wrapped around my waist. His lips planted on my cheek, brushed against my neck, then fell on my lips.
I pulled back.
‘He’s not staying in our suite!’
‘Oh, he’d love that. Don’t even mention it.’
‘I won’t.’
I kissed my delicious husband, already forgiven.
His hands reached behind my back, unfastened my bikini top. My hand slid inside his trackies and he moaned with pleasure.
As we stepped towards the bed, he whispered against my lips.
‘Maybe he could watch!’
I bit his lip, shut down his joke. Or what I felt almost sure was a joke.
As I felt his weight over me, the idea of someone watching made me hornier than ever. I didn’t tell him why suddenly I made him go on his back.
I wanted to be on top. In control and on show.
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My First Night as a Hotwife
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