It was already nine in the morning, when we both woke up in our hotel room. I had a headache, which was undoubtedly an after-effect of the alcohol we drank yesterday, and yet, all I could think about was what had happened last night.
"Babe, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cu...... Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Echoed Olivia's lustful moaning in my head as I thought about her intense orgasm. Images of her popped up in front of my eyes and I saw, how she tensed up and held onto the bed while the dildo reached places that have never been reached before.
The next thing that came in my mind was, how Olivia's pussy looked like, when taking the big black BBC dildo. It turned me on extremely to see how it spread her open. The contrast between the black dildo and her white skin. The big size difference between my cock and the black behemoth. Everything about it just impressed me, especially when I think about her orgasms that she got from it. They were the most intense she has ever experienced, and I can still feel in my mind her body shaking from the intense pleasure she received.
I learned a lot last night. The first thing what I learned is, that a woman has two virginities. One she loses when she has sex for the first time and the other, when she gets fucked by a real big dick for the first time.
In addition, the night also cleared my doubts.
For the last few years, I have developed a passion for hotwife erotica, but I have always separated my imagination from my life. It wasn't until I met Olivia that I started thinking about making it more than just a fantasy. But I wasn't sure myself, if the hotwife lifestyle should be a part of my life, or if I just like it in the porn. But now, after seeing the big impact the dildo had on her, I knew that I wanted more. I didn't feel jealous about the fact, that Olivia enjoyed something else more than my dick. I felt rather exited to see her reaching new sexual sensations, far beyond what she experienced with my dick before. This experience had something very intimate about it, and I loved it.
Furthermore, I have learned from Olivia's reaction to the dildo and her strong orgasms, that Olivia enjoyed the feeling of being completely filled and that the dildo has brought her to a sexual climax that had previously remained hidden from her. Because of all these reasons, I knew, that I wanted to push this fantasy further.
After what happened last night, you might expect that the dildo was now a part of our sex life, at least that's what I expected.
Wrong.
Olivia behaved reluctantly after the night. For the first two days she didn't let me touch her, because her pussy was so sore, which was understandable, of course. But when I wanted to use the dildo again on the last day of our Spain trip, she didn't want it, grabbed my cock instead and told me, "Today I want the real thing honey."
And that's how our trip ended. We came back to Germany and lived our normal life again. She focused on her studies while I focused on my work. I hope that Olivia opened up more to me during sex after Spain, but without alcohol, our sex life went back to normal, and I hated it.
Don't get me wrong, Olivia looks astonishing. She is an 11 out of 10, but sex with an 11 isn't great either if the 11 is too shy to do anything in bed.
Since we came back to Germany I missed dirty talk, I missed dirty sex, and I missed the shaking orgasms Olivia got from the BBC dildo.
Occasionally, I tried once or twice a month to get the dildo involved in our sex life, but she never let me fuck her with it. I always knew that turning Olivia into a hot wife was going to be hard. I was her first kiss, I was the first and the only one who ever touched her, and I took her virginity. Olivia always wanted a monogamous relationship. All she ever wanted was to find a man and be loyal to him. And that's also something that many men want from their women. But I didn't want it. I wanted her to be my slut and share her with other men. After Spain, I had no doubts that Olivia liked the dildo. I was sure we'd bring it into our sex lives, but for reasons that I couldn't explain to myself, Olivia avoided the dildo. I remember thinking about it day and night, why she was acting this way, and I couldn't find an answer.
Of course, I know today why she behaved like this back then, because we talked about the beginning of her hotwife lifestyle later in this story.
You must understand that some women tend to be more open about the idea of being shared, while others, like my sweet Olivia, are reluctant. Until Olivia became my hotwife, she had to go through different stages, before she could enjoy the hotwife lifestyle with passion, and I call the first stage the "Denial phase."
Before I used the dildo on her, Olivia always thought, that my dick is 'as good as sex can get,' but during this one night in Spain, the black behemoth showed her a world, that was previously hidden from her. A world of intense pleasure and orgasms that felt like her soul had been fucked. That night showed her that sex is far more, then what my cock can give her. And yet, even though she knew that this was true, she denied it. She didn't want to accept that there was anything better than my dick and tried to convince herself that my cock was the best, even if that wasn't the truth.
In addition to that, she denied me to use the dildo on her, because she was afraid that the dildo would prove to her once again that it is better than my cock and that she would get addicted to this intense pleasure.
And that's why I decided to name the first phase of Olivia's hotwife transformation, and the second chapter of this story, "denial."
Although our sex life wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, our relationship got even better after Spain. We decided that after our trip, we would look for an apartment, where we would move in together. After looking for a few months, we found a nice three-room apartment near the Downtown area. We received the keys to the apartment on December 1st, 2018, but it took us almost two months to finish moving to the new apartment, so we were done by the end of January.
As I mentioned before, our apartment had three rooms. The kitchen was integrated into the living room. The second-largest room in the apartment, became our bedroom and the entrance from the bedroom was positioned in a way, so that you could see the whole living room from the bedroom entrance. Originally, we were both looking for a two-room apartment, since we didn't have any use for a third room now. But the perfect location and good price made us choose this apartment. Since we didn't know what to do with the third and last room, I decided to turn it into a gaming room.
Since many friends of ours helped us move to the new apartment, we promised them a housewarming party. The party was supposed to take place on the 9th of February 2019 because that day was a Saturday.
Because the last two months were stressful due to the move, I didn't think about my hotwife fantasy, but rather focused all my free time and strength into our new apartment. That all changed after I moved in with Olivia and her best friend Sasha came to visit us on the weekend before the party.
Sasha and Olivia have known each other since they were little, because their parents are neighbors. Sasha is a Ukrainian girl, a very sweet blonde and has a sunshine vibe. Together, they always called themselves Blondie & brownie team.
Anyway, we also invited Sasha to our housewarming party. As she visited us at our new apartment and talked to Olivia, I overheard Sasha trying to convince Olivia to drink alcohol at our party,
"We haven't had a drink for a long time, now this would be the perfect opportunity to catch up, Liv."
But Olivia wanted to talk her way out of the situation, and responded,
"Oh, I don't know. Besides, the party is still at my house, so I have to keep a clear head."
"Oh, come on, Liv! Don't let me down." Fumed Sasha, "Also, you don't have to take care of everything by yourself, Ben will be there too."
"Yeah, you are right, Sasha. I will have a drink with you and the girls." Answered Olivia.
When I found out from the conversation that Olivia was planning to drink at our party, I immediately knew, that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I knew, that when Olivia gets drunk, she can't control her inner slut. I knew that this time she will not refuse the dildo, but rather submit to the pleasure of it.
I couldn't wait until next weekend....
The next weekend came and with it the planned housewarming party. Even if not everyone who was invited came, like my little sister Hannah for example, we still had a full house. Olivia's older sister, Sarah (25 years old), came with her husband James (29 years old). Sasha also came, of course, but unlike Sarah, she came alone because she was single. In addition, there were a few friends of mine and Olivia's, who were present at the party, but I won't mention them, as they are unimportant for the further chapters of this story. But I still must mention one person though, namely my best friend Matthew, or as I like to call him, Matt.
