About

A little about me.
My name is Alisa French and I'm a Hotwife from Boise Idaho. It turns my husband on seeing how much of a whore I can be. The crazier I get, the more he loves it. About 10 years ago we started trying new things to spice up our sex life. We found several "dare" and wife sharing websites and made profiles on them. The first post we put up on the dare site I was wearing a mask and the pictures were your run of the mill anonymous nudes. Well as luck would have it, I emailed in my submission using my sidekick flip phone and when the site finally posted it I was very surprised to find out that they had posted it up with my real name (I didn't realize it was included with the email). Well I tried to get it removed but the site never even answered me back so it has been there as a reminder ever since. I made a new naughty email so I wouldn't be using my regular one.

Over the years things escalated as they tend to do and I started posing for more and more risky pics and videos. I went from pics with my face blurred out and a screen name, to now having profiles on all the porn sites using my real name and making full on hardcore porn videos getting fucked in the ass and staring into the camera while I deep throat and swallow cum with several different guys I know. This is the story of how I went from posting all the naughty wife pics to actually becoming a whore and fucking most of the guys I went to high school with and eventually having profiles on all the dating apps and hooking up with strangers.

I was talking to my husband about how it was messed up that earlier in life, he had slept with other women (cheated on me) but I had only ever been with him. All of our friends had dated and been with other people and I was the only loser that hadn't. I felt like I missed out on that part of my life. He said that if I really felt that way then it wasn't too late and he wanted me to have the fun I had missed out on when I was younger and he wouldn't hold it against me.

There was a guy I had worked with (for discretion I will refer to him as Rick) that I thought might like me (he used to lightly flirt at work) and I still had his number so I started by messaging him. It didn't take long before I was sending him very explicit nudes and videos. My first time actually doing anything, I arranged to go to a bad movie with him and as I had hoped... we were the only people in the theater. I had never done anything like that before (not even with my husband) so I was really nervous. I wore a skirt with no panties. I started kissing him and he went straight to playing with my breasts. I pulled up my skirt and then grabbed his hand and moved it between my thighs to my wet pussy.

I was trembling. He was fingering me as we made out and then I felt down to his pants and he was rock hard. I got out of my chair, kneeled down beside him and pulled his dick out into my hands. He was fairly big, about 7 or 8". I stared up into his eyes as I started sucking his dick right there in the theater while he continued to reach over my back and play with my pussy. I deep throated his cock down to the balls and it didn't take long before he tensed up and I felt his dick start throbbing so I backed off a little as his hot cum started pumping into my mouth. I sucked hard massaging my tongue deep down the entire length of his shaft making sure to suck out every last drop and then swallowed it all (I have always swallowed since I was in jr high). We didn't have sex that night or record what happened but we have multiple times since then as we tend to meet up a few times each year to fuck.

When I told my husband what had happened, he didn't believe that I actually went through with it as I had only ever done anything sexual with him up to that point. About a week later I met up with Rick again (his idea was a public restroom at the park late at night). I had him take multiple pictures and videos of me staring into the camera as I sucked his dick (you can see the toilet and stall in the background) and I sent them to my husband. Then I turned around and he recorded as I pulled my pants down, bent over, spread my thighs and looked back into the camera as he proceeded to slowly slide the tip of his unprotected dick up and down the opening of my soaking wet pussy. My heart was racing as inch by inch I felt him sliding himself deep into me until finally bottoming out on my cervix.
I felt like a whore. For the first time in my life I was having sex with someone other than my husband and not only that but I was being recorded doing it. He didn't fuck me like my husband does.. he wasn't gentle, he almost seemed angry. He was fucking me like I was some one night stand that he would never have to see again. He slapped my ass and gripped my flesh as he thrust hard into me. Just then I heard a familiar ringtone... It was my husband messaging me. By now he must have seen the pictures and video I just sent. I couldn't see what it said because Rick was using my phone to record us. Rick started fucking me even faster and harder.

My mind raced as adrenaline flooded my body. What did he say?.. Was he angry?.. Was he not really serious about me being allowed to fuck someone else? Did he think I was bluffing just to see what he would say? Was I a bad person? I didn't care. It was too late now anyways. I grabbed the wall railing in front of me for support and matched rhythm with Rick as he thrust deeper inside of me. It felt good. I felt wanted. Rick had been showering me with compliments for weeks and begging to be with me. I was his conquest, his trophy. And now he had me and was fucking me with a drive and passion that I had never felt before. I could feel him stiffening up.

Then I heard the ringtone again. Another wave of adrenaline. My pussy pulsed and gripped onto him as I was overcome by my first orgasm in years. He thrust deep hitting my cervix again and held firm as he pumped his hot load inside of me. I heard the beep of the video recording being stopped. I told him to send it. I got dressed and put my phone back into my pocket without checking what it said. We went out to the parking lot and smoked a few cigarettes while talking and looking at the starry night sky. My phone continued to chime as new messages came in but I didn't check them. I needed time. After a few more minutes Rick thanked me, gave me one last cigarette and got in his car and left. When I finished I got into my car and read the first message: "OH MY FUCKING GOD".
I started out slow by just fucking coworkers or old high school friends from my facebook and having them record it so my husband could watch it back later. Over the years I got increasingly bold and made profiles on all the different dating and hookup sites and eventually I started actually meeting up for nsa sex with 3 to 4 random guys per week. The craziest thing I have ever done is meet up at a hotel with a stranger from craigslist. I paid for the room and waited for him to arrive. He had brought a bottle of wine and a small bag. I had a glass of wine and then undressed and we started to make out on the bed. He handcuffed me to the bed, put a ball gag in my mouth, tied my legs spread and then he used my face ID to unlock my phone and he texted my husband pretending to be me and said I would be staying the night at the hotel and would come home the next day. He then pulled out a very large box of condoms and put it on the nightstand which I thought was strange.

The room started spinning and my vision blurred and I realized he must have put something in my drink. That's when he finally told me what he had planned for me. He said that since I was such a whore and had given him permission to use me however he wanted, what he wanted to use me for was to make some money. He had me watch as he sat on the bed beside me and used my phone to create a profile in my name on an escort website. He added my phone number and then took a picture of my drivers license and uploaded it to make my profile “ID verified” so potential customers would know I was a real escort. He then used some sexy pictures from my “hidden” album and created an ad for me.

I could barely keep my eyes open as he began to explain how the night would go. He told me that I was now a prostitute and he would be pimping me out for the next 18 hours (until checkout the next day) and that as long as I played along and didn’t resist that he would make sure I didn’t get harmed and he would release me (so he wouldn’t have to worry about a missing persons search). If at any point I said no or tried to escape he would serve me a large glass of his wine and I would awaken to find that all my belongings had been abandoned at the hotel and that my ankle was chained to a metal bed in some unknown location where I would live out the rest of my life as a sex slave in his brothel. He could tell I looked ill and pulled up the trash can and lowered my gag just in time for me to throw up into it. My head was spinning and I kept hearing my phone go off. I couldn’t focus on anything as it all moved and shifted around in front of me.

I felt flesh rubbing between my lips and opened my mouth. He slapped me gently and told me to open my eyes and look up at him. He was taking pictures as he fucked my face and wanted to see me clearly. My years of training kicked in and without thinking twice I started slurping and sucking his dick down to his balls. I felt him tense up as his cum started pumping down my throat.
He said “that’s my good little whore, are you ready for more?” I replied “yes”. He undid my handcuffs and stepped to the side. There were 3 other men already in the room stroking their cocks as they stood next to the table which now had a small pile of cash on it. My pimp handed them all condoms and they proceeded to fuck me. For the next 18 hours a steady stream of men came one after another until it became nothing more than a blur of different faces grunting as they hovered over me as I passed in and out of consciousness. I was so out of it that as checkout time the next day neared I couldn't even remember how I had gotten there or how long it had been going on. I was convinced that I had been abducted into sex trafficking somehow that I couldn’t remember and that this was my life now.
In the end the stranger got me dressed, helped me out to my car and then disappeared. I sat there for a while trying to piece together what had happened. Had it been a dream? No. My jaw, pussy and asshole all ached. I couldn't remember what the stranger looked like and could only visualize flashes of different faces. I could run into any of those men again and wouldn't even be able to recognize them.

I searched my pockets for clues. I had my wallet which was good but everything was out of order, my drivers license was in the main pocket instead of it's slot. He had looked through it. I had to decide if I wanted to report it, try to find out who the guy was through his craigslist email... The email! I pulled out my phone and checked for his email. There was a new email from him with the subject "shhh". I opened it. There was no text, just a picture of my license and a picture of the front of my house that looked as though it had been taken that morning.

Below that were dozens of pictures of me fucking different men. There were pictures of me sucking one guys dick while a second fucked me from behind. Then at the bottom I saw the worst part. There were pictures of me spread eagle holding my drivers license as well as pictures of me sucking a dick with no condom on it (must have been the strangers) while he held up my license.
Just then I received a new text message from an unknown number... It just asked where and how much. Shit. The escort ad must still be up. Luckily when I opened my browser it was still on the page although it wasn’t signed in and wouldn’t let me remove my phone number, the ad or any of my pictures, (it said it had already been viewed over 500 times). I looked through my text messages and found dozens since the last night all of which "I" had replied to with the hotel and room number as well as "$100". He had made over $2000 in one night.
I couldn't call the police and risk being all over the news... or even worse, they probably would arrest me for prostitution. Other than my word (which wasn't worth much since I had drugs in my system and couldn't remember what happened) all the evidence pointed to me having done it all on my own. I had booked and payed for the hotel room, “I” had set up the escort ad from my phone (which was verified with my ID and had naked pictures), I had sex with dozens of men in one night without resisting and as far as they knew I appeared to be a real prostitute. Even in the pictures I looked like a willing participant. He had won. He had got me. I just had to thank god they all wore condoms (I hope), take it as a learning experience, and move on with my life. I deleted all of the text messages and then messaged my husband letting him know that I had had a "great time" on my date and would be home in a bit. I continued to get messages for the next several weeks asking for another appointment but the stranger took the ad down so they slowed and eventually stopped.

A few months later I got an email from the stranger that had a couple pictures from that night and my ID and house that said “it would be a shame if everyone knew what you do on the weekends. This Saturday, same hotel, same plan. Be there. I still have the phone numbers from all the men that saw you that night. I will be in touch.” What the hell was I going to do? If I went I would be going there knowing that I was going to charge dozens of men for sex. There would be no going back. If I went through with it, it would mean that I actually really was a hooker and he would become my pimp. He would probably want me to start doing it every weekend. I started to feel nauseous as I contemplated what my options were and what I should do.

I had picked the hotel out of convenience but now wish I had chosen a hotel in a different part of town or even better... a completely different town all together because since then every once in a while when I'm at the store or a restaurant, I will notice some random guy looking at me and I know from the look on their faces that they recognize me.