A long time ago, my husband told me he wanted me to be a hotwife. I didn’t like the thought until I had this dream a few days ago. In the dream, I was degrading a strong Latino guy while sucking him, and he watched. When I woke up, I was as wet as a waterfall, so my husband suggested that I find the guy.

This morning, he told me that he was having a guy over for brunch, so I left to start making him food for our breakfast. He showed up soon after, and right away he was very direct. After we talked about our limits, he had his hands on me before we could even eat. I couldn’t hold back the urge to wet my pants because he was so sure of himself and hot.

We flirted and teased each other at first, and soon after, we kissed. His tongue was rough and his lips were soft. I was so excited that I had to put my hand in his pants and stroke his hard cock. It was thick and pulsed, and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I quickly got down on my knees, pulled out his thick cock, and sucked it down my throat. My husband had been watching the whole time, and the guy kept telling my husband to keep his hands to himself. When he talked badly about my husband, I had never seen anyone do that before. It made me feel hotter than ever.

It was so good that I could have sucked on the guy’s cock for hours, but he wanted more. While I kept going, my husband helped me take off my clothes. The guy then pulled my legs apart and slid his fingers into my wet pussy. We did the famous “six-nine” while lying on the ground, and I moaned like a slut as he ate me alive. His tongue flicked against my clit, and his fingers did their magic inside me. I was about to cum, but he stopped me. He instead turned me over and put me on all fours, ready to put his cock back in my mouth.

As I sucked him in more, I could tell that he was getting closer because his body was tensing up. I loved every second of it when he grabbed my hair and fucked my face, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He thrust hard and in a steady beat, and my husband was still there watching. The guy kept fucking me, and I felt like a porn star. His hips moved back and forth as he pumped in and out, and he finally came right down my throat while calling my husband names. I could hear him crying with pleasure.

Before this, I never thought of myself as a hotwife, but now I can call myself one.