Hotwife Fucks BWC Stranger After Club – Real MMF Threesome

The video “My Notebook of Being a Hotwife Pt5 – Fucking a BWC Stranger After the Club” falls into the Amateur/Homemade Hotwife category, featuring a real MMF threesome with cuckold/hotwife dynamics. This scene type captures post-club hookups where a wife, her husband, and a picked-up stranger dive into raw, spontaneous sex—shot on iPhone for that authentic, shaky, low-light feel. The atmosphere screams late-night lust: still buzzing from club music and drinks, clothes half-on, hotel or home bedroom lit by phone flash or dim lamp, urgent and messy with no polished production. It’s aimed at fans of genuine hotwife content, cuckold voyeurs, big white cock (BWC) enthusiasts, Italian/amateur European sluts, and anyone into real homemade MMF action where the husband records his wife getting railed by a hung stranger.
Scene Overview
After a night out dancing and drinking at the club, this Italian hotwife and her husband aren’t ready to call it quits. The alcohol and teasing have them horny as hell, so they hit up a guy they’d been chatting with— a tall, well-hung stranger packing serious BWC. Back at their place (or maybe a quick hotel stop), the vibe shifts fast from flirty small talk to full-on action. Hubby grabs the iPhone, recording every second as his wife strips down, eager to feel that thick stranger cock stretch her out for the first time at this size.
The scene kicks off with heavy making out and groping on the bed. She’s still in her tight club dress at first, heels maybe kicked off haphazardly. The stranger wastes no time—hands all over her tits and ass while hubby watches and films close-up. She drops to her knees for some sloppy head, gagging a bit on that big dick, spit dripping as she works it. Then it’s straight to hard doggy: ass up, face down, pounding that wet pussy deep while she moans loud enough to risk waking neighbors. Positions switch to missionary so she can look at her husband while getting filled, legs spread wide, clit rubbed, building to intense orgasms.
It’s classic amateur chaos—phone shaking, bad angles sometimes, her hair messy from the club, sweat mixing with leftover perfume, condoms maybe forgotten in the heat. Ends with a big finish, cum play or creampie vibes (depending on the cut), then quick cuddle and laugh before reality hits. Perfect raw MMF for viewers who crave unscripted hotwife adventures over fake porn setups. Real homemade energy all the way.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah and Michael stumbled into their apartment just after 3 a.m., still buzzing from the club. The bass from earlier thumped faintly in their ears, mixing with the low hum of the fridge. She’d worn that short black dress—the one that hugged her ass and barely covered her thighs—and now it was wrinkled, smelling like sweat, vodka, and cigarette smoke from the smoking area.
Michael kicked the door shut behind them. “Fuck, I’m still wired,” he muttered, tossing his keys on the counter. Sarah laughed, a little sloppy, kicking off her heels. One landed near the couch. “Me too. That last shot was a mistake.”
They’d been texting this guy, Alex, all night. Tall, confident, sent pics that made Sarah bite her lip in the club bathroom. Michael had encouraged it—part of their thing now. Hotwife notebook entries. This would be part five.
Sarah checked her phone. “He’s five minutes out.”
Michael grinned, already half-hard in his jeans. “Good. Get that dress off.”
She peeled it over her head, no bra underneath—just black thong and messy club hair. Her tits bounced free, nipples hard from the AC and anticipation. Michael pulled her close, kissing her neck, hands squeezing her ass. “You’re gonna take that big cock tonight, babe.”
A knock. Sarah froze for a second, then smirked. “Showtime.”
Michael opened the door. Alex stood there—tall, broad, wearing a fitted shirt and that same cocky smile from his pics. “Hey. You guys ready?”
“Come in,” Michael said, stepping aside.
The living room light was dim, just the lamp by the couch. No small talk needed. Alex eyed Sarah up and down as she stood there in her thong, arms crossed under her tits like she was showing off. “Damn. Better in person.”
Sarah walked over, hips swaying. She grabbed his shirt, pulled him down for a kiss. Tongues right away, hungry. Michael pulled out his iPhone, hit record, held it steady.
Alex’s hands went straight to her ass, squeezing hard. “Fuck, you’re thick.” He slapped one cheek lightly. She yelped, then moaned.
Sarah dropped to her knees on the carpet. Alex unzipped. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, easily eight inches, pale and rock-hard. BWC for sure. Sarah’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. That’s bigger than I thought.”
She wrapped her hand around it—couldn’t close her fingers fully. She licked the tip, tasting salt and skin, then took him in her mouth. Sloppy right away. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. Michael zoomed in, catching the wet sounds, her mascara starting to smear.
“Fuck yeah,” Alex groaned, hand in her hair. “Suck that dick, slut.”
Sarah pulled off, gasping. “You like that?”
“Love it.” He pulled her up, spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch. Thong yanked to the side. Her pussy was already glistening—pink, swollen from the night out.
Alex rubbed his cockhead against her slit. “You wet for this stranger cock?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me.”
He pushed in slow at first. Sarah gasped loud—stretching around that girth. “Oh fuck… it’s big…”
Michael filmed from the side, catching her face contorting in pleasure-pain. Alex started thrusting—deep, steady. Skin slapped skin. The couch creaked. Sarah gripped the cushions, moaning with every pump.
“Harder,” she begged.
Alex gripped her hips, pounded faster. Her ass jiggled with each thrust. “Take it, you little Italian slut.”
Michael stepped closer. “Look at the camera, babe. Tell me how it feels.”
Sarah turned her head, eyes glassy. “His cock’s so fucking thick… stretching my pussy… feels amazing…”
Alex pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the couch. Legs spread wide. Missionary now. He slid back in, deeper angle. Sarah wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fuck me like that… yes…”
He hammered down, balls slapping her ass. Her tits bounced wildly. Michael knelt by her head, still recording. She reached up, stroked his bulge through his jeans. “You like watching?”
“Love it,” Michael said, voice rough.
Alex rubbed her clit while he fucked her. Sarah’s moans got higher, desperate. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop…”
Her body tensed. Legs shook. She came hard, pussy clenching around his cock, a wet gush soaking the couch cushion. “Fuck! Yes!”
Alex kept going, pace brutal. Sweat dripped off him onto her tits. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” she panted. “Fill me up.”
He groaned, thrusts erratic. Buried deep and unloaded—hot spurts flooding her. Sarah moaned again, feeling it pulse inside.
He pulled out slow. Cum leaked from her stretched pussy, white against her skin. Michael zoomed in close—creamy mess dripping down her thighs.
Sarah lay there panting, legs still open. “Holy shit… that was intense.”
Alex wiped his dick on her thigh, grinning. “First time with one that big?”
“Yeah,” she admitted, laughing breathlessly. “Won’t be the last.”
Michael stopped recording, set the phone down. “Notebook entry five. Done.”
Sarah sat up, cum still dripping. “Babe, check the oven—I think we left pizza rolls in there earlier.”
Michael chuckled. “Fuck. Yeah.”
Alex zipped up. “I should bounce. Text me if you want round two.”
He left. Sarah pulled her thong back on, wincing a little. Michael helped her up. They shuffled to the kitchen—oven timer beeping faintly. She opened it, pulled out slightly burnt rolls.
“Still edible,” she said, popping one in her mouth.
Michael kissed her sweaty forehead. “You’re a mess.”
“Your mess,” she replied, smirking. “Now let’s watch the footage and see what part six looks like.”
They laughed, the apartment quiet again except for the hum of the fridge and their heavy breathing. Just another night in the notebook.