Book tok takes over

After a heated start, reading began to consume every spare second I had—the spicier and dirtier, the better. I was completely hooked. MMF, MMMF, MMMMF... you get the point.

The best part, though? Reenacting the scenes. Reading about so many different types of people and the reasons they found each other attractive made something blossom inside me. It gave me a new kind of confidence.

One day, while Lew was at work, I set up my phone camera and hit record. I was nervous at first, but then I pictured a scene I’d just finished: a man sitting at his desk on a work call while a woman crawls toward him, undoing his trousers to pleasuring him right under his colleagues' virtual noses.

The thought was divine. I trailed my hand slowly down my stomach and slipped it into my thong. The moment I began circling my clit, the nerves vanished. I teased myself until the need was unbearable, pushing two fingers inside to find I was already soaking wet. Using my own slickness as lube, I rubbed my clit harder, my hips bucking instinctively. I pushed my fingers back in, curling them to find that perfect spot, moving faster and faster as I edged closer to the brink.

I knew I needed more to cross the line. I grabbed my favorite toy, lubed it up with my fingers, and slid it inside. As the vibration kicked in, I began to fuck myself, squirming as the fantasy took over. I imagined being under that desk, trying to stay silent, and then my thoughts shifted—I pictured Lew walking in and catching his dirty wife in the act. That thought sent me over the edge. I came hard, I had caught it all on camera, and sent the video straight to him at work.

The video effect

Lew marched through the door, with a  gleam in his eyes that told me my video had hit its mark. Before I could even greet him, he had me pinned against the wall.

"So tell me," he murmured, his voice low against my skin. "What inspired that little treat today?"

I tried to form a coherent sentence, but my breath hitched, coming out in raspy breaths as he trailed a line of kisses down my neck. My mind was a blur; I couldn't think straight, let alone explain the vivid scenes I’d played out in my head earlier. I was still slick and aching from those dirty thoughts, and when Lew slid two fingers inside me, he found me already wet.

"Oh, I guess it was very good," he whispered, feeling my reaction. "Whatever you were thinking about."

He began to move his fingers with agonizing slowness. It was a taunt. I needed more—immediately—and I arched my hips against his hand, desperate to coax a faster rhythm out of him.

"Oh no, my little dirty wife," he chuckled, a dark edge to his tone. "I don’t think so. It’s been an excruciatingly long day waiting to get home to you after that video. You don't get what you want quite that fast."

He undone his zip and he freed his throbbing length, the sight alone made my mouth water. He guided me down onto my knees, his fingers threading firmly through my hair to tilt my head back.

He didn't wait. He moved against my lips, and I met him eagerly, swirling my tongue around him and tasting the bead of ore cum, But Lew wasn't in the mood for a slow burn. He pushed deep, hitting the back of my throat, and I let out a muffled moan that vibrated through my entire body, the friction sending a direct jolt to my clit.

Gripping my hair to steady his aim, he began to drive into me with a possessed intensity. As I struggled to keep my senses, only one thought remained: Had my little video really turned him on this much?!

Kink unlocked

"So," Lew started, "I’ve joined a swinging site."

My expression must have said a thousand words. What on earth? A swingers site? What did he even mean?

"Well, since we’ve had all that hot talk about adding another man or two—and since we’ve had zero luck finding one 'in the wild'—I decided to take the leap. I’ve been on this site before to read stories, and basically, it’s for people just like us who want to meet like-minded people," he explained.

At first, I thought he was losing his mind. Sure, we had fantasized about it, talked about it, and tried to eye people up in bars (never with any success), but actively seeking someone out felt different. My insecurities immediately flared up. Who would even want to join us?

I looked at Lewis, and he could read the doubt on my face. "Okay, stop that right now," he said firmly but gently. "I promise you it will be fun. And if we never meet anyone, we can just put it down to experience."

That night, we uploaded a few pictures and had a "nose around" the site. Wow. What an eye-opener. There were so many confident, sexy people.

The energy followed us to bed. As Lew lay on top of the covers, I climbed over him. Without a word, I slowly lowered myself onto his hard cock. I began to move up and down, holding his gaze, then leaned in to kiss him without breaking my rhythm.

"Imagine someone behind me right now," I whispered against his lips, "slipping themselves into my ass. You’d be able to feel another man inside your wife."

He groaned, thrusting up into me as his hands moved and he held my cheeks open and whispered back, "I’d hold you open for him so he could see how hot you are while he fucked you hard."

As my orgasm began to build, he gripped me tighter and drove harder from underneath. I reached between us, rubbing my clit until a screaming climax took over. Afterward, Lew spun me around. I pressed my hand to his chest, and said breathlessly. "Let me taste what you do to me."

He made a feral sound as I kissed my way down to his length. I licked him from base to tip, tasting myself on him before taking him deep. I sucked him clean, eventually popping off and looking up at him. He pulled me back down, growling, "I’m going to fuck you now and fill you up, just to remind you whose dirty wife you are." He spun me around and hiked my hips, driving home as he pinned me to the bed by my neck. He fucked me with a brutal, steady heat until I shattered, finally filling me deep with his cum as he let out a low, roar."

The next day, we logged back onto the site and were immediately overwhelmed. The number of messages in our inbox was crazy; we had no idea where to start or what to say.

Being my overly trusting self, I started replying to everyone. Let’s just say I saw more dicks that day than I had in my entire life. Eventually, we filtered through the noise and found a few guys who seemed genuinely nice and offered some solid advice.

Through it all, I discovered a new kink: watching men get off was hot. (Please don’t send me wanking videos)