Her Jolly, Hotwife's Awakening

ok let's try. here it goes Theme: hotwifing Character(main) me-Ben(34) wife-Jen (42) met at college, Characteristics-Me( quite, jealous, semi possesive) her(jolly , Lively, joker of the group,smart) past relationship- me(none) her(3 exes with the last one almost get her virginity) other pointer she is never been in any hook up culture and hoe phase, we are together for 16 years married for 5 years and has 2 daughters okay the setup Ben is quite a jealous type before , but when he learns about hotwifing it's weirdly turns him on, now he discussed it with her wife . at first in disbelief but later agrees on finding the third man(un named) or bull. they explore it, you have to add details about their journey to From testing the waters to finally doing it, you can do it by chapters, like chapter 1 intro chapter 2 discussion and so on

**Chapter 1: The Idea** Ben never thought he’d be sitting across from Jen at their kitchen table, hands sweating around his coffee mug, pitching the one fantasy he never thought he’d admit out loud. "You want me to fuck someone else?" Jen’s fork clattered onto her plate. Her smirk faded—just for a second—before her lips twitched back into that playful grin. "Are you drunk?" "No." He exhaled, forcing his grip to relax. "I’ve been reading about it. Hotwifing. And it… doesn’t make me angry. Just the opposite." Jen leaned back, crossing her arms under her chest. The stretch pulled her shirt tight across her tits, and his mouth went dry. Sixteen years together, and she still wrecked him with a look. "You, Mr. ‘Who was that guy smiling at you?’, want to watch me with another man?" "Yeah." His cock throbbed against his zipper. "And not just watch. I want to hear about it. Want him to take what’s mine—because at the end of the night, you come home to *me*." Jen’s eyes darkened. She chewed her bottom lip, considering. Then, slow and deliberate, she reached across the table and squeezed his wrist. "Tell me more." **Chapter 2: Testing the Waters** One rule: no rushing. Ben suggested flirting first—something small, something they could control. So Jen downloaded an app. She showed him the matches, his gut twisting with every notification. Then she started texting one—a faceless profile, just broad shoulders and a cocky bio. Ben watched over her shoulder as the messages turned dirtier. *What would you do to her?* he typed for her. The reply came fast. *Bend her over that table you’re at. Make her scream loud enough the neighbors call the cops.* Jen’s breath hitched. Ben’s hand slid up her thigh. "Keep going."

**Chapter 3: The First Encounter** Jen met him at the bar—neutral ground, Ben had insisted. He sat in the back, fingers tapping against his beer bottle while she leaned against the counter in that red dress that clung to every curve. The guy—*Lucas*, she'd told him—was younger. Mid-twenties, with a swimmer's build and a smirk that made Ben’s jaw clench. He moved with an easy confidence, towering over Jen as he slid onto the stool beside her, his thigh pressing against hers. Ben watched his wife blush when Lucas whispered something in her ear, her laughter spilling out before she could stop it. The guy’s hand settled on her knee, fingers tracing idle circles high up her thigh. Jen didn’t push him away. They left separately, but Ben caught the way Lucas’ palm lingered on the small of her back—possessive already—as he guided her toward the door. In the car, Jen’s breathing was uneven. "He’s… intense." Ben’s cock strained against his zipper. "Good." Her fingers grazed his erection through his jeans. "He asked if he could take me to that boutique hotel by the river." "Tell him yes." Jen squeezed, her nails digging in just enough. "He said he’s bigger than you." A hot rush flooded Ben’s veins. "Prove it." **Chapter 4: The Hotel** Lucas didn’t wait. He had Jen’s dress bunched around her hips before the door fully closed, his mouth on her neck as he backed her against the wall. Ben dropped into the armchair, knees spread, eyes locked on the way Lucas’ biceps flexed as he lifted her leg around his hip. "Look at him," Lucas murmured, biting Jen’s lower lip. "Your husband’s dying to see how I fuck you." He undid his jeans with one hand, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, and *longer* than Ben had pictured. Jen whimpered when he pressed the head between her legs, dragging it through her wetness. "Tell him," Lucas growled. Jen’s voice shook. "He—he fills me up so much—" Lucas slammed into her, and her moan shattered the room. Ben’s fist flew over his own cock, stroking in time with each snap of Lucas’ hips. The younger man grinned, sweat gleaming on his chest. "Still your wife… but *my* pussy tonight." Ben came in his pants like a goddamn teenager.

**Chapter 5: Aftermath** Jen’s knees trembled as Lucas pulled out, her slick coating his cock. She sagged against the wall, breasts heaving, while Ben watched—still catching his breath from his own mess. Lucas smirked, running a thumb over her swollen lower lip. "Good girl," he murmured, then shot a glance at Ben. "You weren't kidding—she *loves* being used." Jen flushed, but her thighs pressed together at the words. Ben swallowed hard, arousal already coiling back to life despite the sticky heat in his boxers. Lucas stepped back, tucking himself away with a satisfied grin. "Next time," he said, squeezing Jen’s hip, "we won’t stop at one round." Jen bit her lip, but the whimper that escaped was pure want. Lucas winked at Ben on his way out, the door clicking shut behind him. Silence. Then— "*Fuck*," Jen breathed, finally meeting Ben’s gaze. Her dress was ruined, her hair a mess, the scent of sex thick between them. Ben crossed the room in two strides, pinning her against the wall where Lucas had held her. His voice was rough. "Tell me everything." She shivered, her fingers tangling in his hair. "He wasn’t lying—he *is* bigger." Ben’s cock twitched against her thigh. Jen grinned. "Think you can handle that again?"

Ben’s hands slid under Jen’s ruined dress, peeling the damp fabric from her skin. The scent of her—musky, sweet, mixed with Lucas—hit him like a punch. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting her moan as he shoved the dress up and cupped her soaked panties. "He came inside you?" Ben growled, working two fingers under the lace. Jen arched, her thighs clamping around his wrist. "Twice. The second time—*oh God*—he made me beg for it." Ben ripped the panties down, pressing her back against the wall. He didn’t wait, didn’t tease—just dragged his cock through her slick folds and drove deep. Jen cried out, her nails scoring his shoulders as he fucked her with the same possessive force Lucas had. "You’re mine," he gritted out, hips slamming home. "Even when he’s filling you up—*mine*." Jen’s legs locked around him, her head thrashing back against the wall. "Harder—*yes*—just like he did—" Ben’s vision blurred. He bit her collarbone, marking her where Lucas hadn’t, and felt her clench around him as she came. The bed was still warm from their first round when he carried her to it.

--- Ben pinned Jen face-down on the mattress, her hips still trembling from her last orgasm. The scent of sweat and sex clung to the sheets, mixing with the lingering musk of Lucas’ claim on her. He gripped her waist, dragging her back onto his cock in one rough thrust. "You take it so well," he muttered, fingers digging into her ass as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. "His load still inside you—fuck—*I can feel it.*" Jen gasped, pushing back against him. "He—ah—*stretched* me—" Ben growled, slamming deeper. "Good. Now you’ll feel me *everywhere*." Her moan fractured into a scream as he angled just right, hitting that spot Lucas had already bruised. The slick sounds were obscene, her body milked raw but still greedy for more. Ben reached around, thumb circling her clit in rough circles, and Jen came again—clenching around him like a vise. "*Again,*" he demanded, flipping her onto her back. Her legs hooked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back as he drove into her. The headboard rattled, the mattress groaning under them. Ben’s hands fisted in the sheets beside her head, his thrusts losing rhythm as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Jen’s fingers raked down his chest. "Come *in* me—mark me—*please—*" He didn’t hold back. With a snarl, Ben buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep, claiming what was his. For now. Jen’s breathless laugh filled the silence. "*Next time… we should invite him back.*" Ben’s cock twitched inside her.