“Who’s pussy is this?” he asked.
“It’s yours, Dillon,” I moaned.
“I said who does this pussy belong to?” he demanded, pounding into me harder.
“It’s yours, Dillon. This pussy belongs to you!”
It only took a couple of minutes before I was coming again. I tried to wrap my arms around him, so I could pull him into me and kiss him. It’s something I love to do when I’m getting off, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he reached down and started playing with my clit.
“You wanted to be a slut, right? Isn’t this what a little slut likes?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, surprised by what I had said.
“Sir? Yeah, I like that. You can fucking call me sir! Now, is the little slut going to cum for me?”
“Oh God, yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, sir! I’m coming, sir!”
What followed was easily the hardest, most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced up to that point. At one point, I even scared myself because it felt like I couldn’t get a breath. He kept sliding in and out me, pressing upward on my clit to ensure that my orgasm kept rolling. I felt like it was never going to stop, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to.
Eventually, I came down from my Dillon-induced high, and he ordered me to get on all fours. Positioning himself behind me, he grabbed my hips and slammed his throbbing cock into my hole, which had been dripping since this all started.
“Was this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”
“Yes!”
A hard slap came down on my ass.
“I asked if this was how you were getting fucked when you called me?”
“Yes! This is how I was getting fucked when you called me.”
Another hard smack, this time on my other ass cheek. This one was harder and stung quite a bit, yet I loved it much more than the first.
“I’m only going to ask you this one more time, and you better answer correctly. Is this how you were getting fucked when you called me?”
“Yes, sir!” I shouted out, remembering the order he had given me earlier.
“Good, now let me show you how it should be done.”
He pounded into me hard and fast, smacking my ass here and there, catching me off guard and making me yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He had never fucked me like that. Not even close. He was the type that always liked it soft, sweet, and sensual. While that is nice, there are times when a girl just wants her brains fucked out, and that’s what he was giving me. It was animalistic and territorial. It was as though seeing me with someone had set something off in him and he had to remind me who I belonged to.
Dillon was never in danger of losing me to the other man, and I’m pretty sure he knew it as well, but this was something evolutionary. It was like the experience triggered something within him that said he had to show an act of aggression to show who the real man was. I was happy to oblige him.
He pounded me so hard that at one point, the only sounds you could hear was my screaming and his balls smacking against my clit, echoing on the walls around us. I’d never had so many orgasms in one sex session as I did with him. He had unbelievable stamina. While he had never been a two pump chump, a good ten minutes was what I knew I could expect from him. Looking at the lock, he’d been fucking me hard for close to an hour.
I knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer as soon as he pushed me down flat on my stomach, his cock remaining deep inside of me. Dillon wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly while pushing into me as deep as he could.
“Tell me you want me to cum!” he ordered.
“I want you to cum, sir!”
“You want me to fill that pussy up, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Fill me up.”
“Oh my God, Kayla, I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me, sir.”
“Oh fuck, Kayla! I love you so much!”
I could feel him beginning to throb and swell inside of me, which was something I’d never been able to feel before. Gripping the sheets, I wanted to feel him exploding inside of me, yet I didn’t want this experience to end. I wanted to continue feeling him inside of me while he made me his again.
He fucked me senseless for about another minute until he pushed deep into me and pumped me full of the biggest load he’d ever given me. I could feel the head of his cock pulsating as he unleashed himself into my wanting pussy, making us one.
Just like that, we were whole again. Just like that, he had fucked the other man out of me and made me his. When he was done, he rolled over and maneuvered his head to his pillows.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered.
I slithered over to him, allowing him to pull me tightly into him. With his arm wrapped around me, I laid my head on his chest. A smile remained on my face until I eventually drifted off to sleep, Dillon leaking out of me. It was the best night ever.
25
Dillon
I was surprised by how quickly our lives were able to go back to normal after our first hotwife experience. The sex that we had that night was intense and was honestly the best sex we’ve ever had, which was something I didn’t know how to feel about.
There were a lot of emotions and feelings afterward that were difficult to deal with. These feelings surprised me. There was jealousy and questioning whether or not I’d made the right decision to ever bring it up. Through some research, I’d learned that these feeling were all very normal and as long as communication was good, they’d pass as quickly as they came, which is exactly what happened.
In the two weeks that followed our experience, Kayla and I have talked a lot about what went down and what we enjoyed most about it. I obviously liked watching the pleasure on her face, and she enjoyed the different experience. We both agreed that my reclaiming her was our favorite part of all.
We continued to do a lot of role-playing in bed. She talked dirty about the things other men could do to her, and I’d tell her what a dirty slut she was. It was always very erotic.
There was one thing that didn’t come up in these conversations, however. She never brought up doing it again. I didn’t feel like it would be right for me to bring it up. She had done it all for me, and as much as I wanted her to do it again, I wanted it to be her decision.
A big part of me wondered if she was going to surprise me again. During our role-playing, she seemed to get off on calling me when I wasn’t expecting it. That was my favorite part too, so if that’s what she was planning, I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
There was also the possibility that she knew she had fulfilled my fantasy and was satisfied with that. That would be okay too, but nowhere near as much as the first option.
KAYLA
When it came to contact after a man slept with a married woman, I had no idea what the protocol was. I had no clue if I was supposed to send him a thank you message or if he was supposed to send me a fruit basket or something. It was really kind of awkward, so I just waited to see what would happen. It took a few weeks, but I eventually received an email from Kevin.
Kayla,
I hope you aren’t offended that I took so long to write you after our night together. This was my first time doing this type of thing and I wasn’t sure how to handle things afterwards. I know you’re happily married and didn’t want to step on any toes or send any wrong impressions by messaging you too eagerly.
With that said, I want you to know that I had a great time with you. You are incredibly sexy and were a lot of fun. I wanted to thank you for such a great time!
Kevin
I thought it was sweet of him to send me a message that basically thanked me for allowing him to fuck me. I smiled reading it and wrote him back quickly.
Kevin,
Thank you so much for your email this morning. I have to admit that I too wasn’t sure of what to do after our little get together. I wouldn’t have been mad
at you if you hadn’t written again, but I appreciate the fact that you took the time to do so. I must have made an impression. ;-)
I also had a great time with you that night. As you know, it was my first time doing anything like that and you did a great job making me feel comfortable, safe and secure. You also did a great job with your tongue, but I’m sure you already knew that.
Kayla
I had a smile on my face just knowing that Kevin was a decent guy and was glad I’d come across him to fulfill my husband’s fantasy. I thought that was going to be the last I ever heard from him and was surprised when I got another email the next day.
Hey Kayla,
It was great to hear back from you yesterday. I meant to write back last evening, but I was exhausted after a long day.
I’m glad you had as much fun with me as I did with you. I’ve been thinking a lot about that night since it happened and was wondering if you might like to get together again.
If you’re interested, just let me know and we can set something up. Hopefully I’ll talk to you soon.
Kevin
I was surprised that he was wanting to see me again, but was extremely flattered. I really did have a great time with him and wouldn’t mind doing it again. Of course, that was for selfish reasons. As much fun as I had with him, the real fun for me was all of the fun afterwards with my husband. If it could lead to that kind of sex again, I was definitely up to it.
Kevin,
My husband and I haven’t really talked about doing this again, but I wouldn’t mind seeing you again either. Let me discuss things with my husband and make sure he’s okay with it and then I’ll let you know. I’ll be in touch soon.
Kayla
26
Dillon
I was sitting on the couch watching a sports documentary when Kayla came home from work. Things were so much different than they were just a few months ago. When she came home, she was actually happy to see me. We were no longer living as strangers in our own home.
“Honey, I got an email today that I wanted to talk to you about,” she told me, trying hard to hide the excitement in her voice.
“Are you getting a big promotion where they’ll move us to Sicily, giving us a great house and a monthly allowance for your husband?”
“No, but that sure would be nice. Anyway, I got an email from Kevin today.”
“Kevin?” I asked, pretending not to know who she was talking about.
“Oh my God, you know who Kevin is. He’s the man who was with me while you were in Chicago. He was the one, um, he was the one with me on the FaceTime video.”
I thought it was cute that she still couldn’t say that Kevin was the man fucking her for me on video.
“Ah yes, I do recall that,” I joked. “What did he want?”
“He wanted to know if I wanted to get together again.”
“Oh,” I said, suddenly getting a little more serious. “What did you say?”
“Well, I basically said that while I had a really great time with him, I’d have to talk to you before I could even entertain the thoughts of seeing him again.”
“I appreciate that. So, it sounds like you want to see him again?”
“I’m not really sure. The whole experience was fun and exciting for me and it would be fun to do again. At the same time, I want to make sure that you’re okay with it first.”
“We haven’t really talked about this since that night, have we?”
“No, we’ve been too busy playing ourselves,” she said, poking my nose with her finger.
“All right, well first of all, that night was really hot. I mean, extremely hot. You turned me on more than I’d ever been turned on before. I also appreciated the fact that you were willing to fulfill my fantasy for me. I love you more than you can ever know.”
“Aww, I love you too babe,” she whispered as she leaned over to give me a kiss.
“With that said, I love how much better our marriage and our sex life have become and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I’m happy that you fulfilled that fantasy before and I love all the role play we’ve been doing, but as far as actually doing it again, I really think I’ve gotten it out of my system.”
“All right, that’s fine. No big deal,” she told me, trying really hard to hide how disappointed she was.
“Are you sure? You don’t seem okay?”
“Really, it’s fine babe. I love you and if you’re over the fantasy, then I’m right there with you. Like you said, this was all about fun, right? Well, it needs to be fun for both of us or it won’t be fun for either. You’re my priority.”
“Thanks for understanding. How did I get so lucky?”
“Sometimes I wonder. I’m gonna jump in the shower before bed. You gonna be up?”
“I’ll be waiting in bed for you.”
Kayla got up and made her way to the bathroom. I heard her mess around with all kinds of things before the water finally turned on. I waited until I knew for sure that she had gotten in the shower before I grabbed my laptop and opened my email program.
Kevin,
I just talked to her and told her that I had my fantasy fulfilled and was over it. She seemed disappointed, but told me that she was okay with the decision. She doesn’t suspect a thing. I’ll send you an email tomorrow morning with the rest of the details.
Dillon
27
Kayla
It was Dillon’s turn to pick what we were going to do for our date night, but he was very tight-lipped about what was on the agenda. He only told me to pack a bag because we wouldn’t be back home until morning. He also heavily insinuated that I should pack something sexy to wear for him.
Little did he know, I had ordered some new lingerie for him and it just happened to have arrived that morning. It was a lacy black chemise with the hottest pair of crotchless panties that I’d ever seen in my life. I planned on surprising him with them at home, but it might be even more fun to spring them on him during whatever he had planned for us.
We left the house around 3:00 in the afternoon, which was much earlier than we ever left for our dates before. He refused to tell me where we were going, even after I figured out that we were headed downtown. It wasn’t until we pulled up in front of The Ambassador Hotel that I finally knew.
“This is something I’ve wanted to do with you for a long time. We’re going to get a room, and we’re not coming out until tomorrow morning.”
“What about dinner? We have to come out for that, right?”
“We’re going to order room service, but we’ll worry about that later. Come on inside, or we’re going to be late.”
Late? We were checking into a hotel. What could we possibly be late for? These were the thoughts in my head as someone rushed out to the car to help with our bags.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when we walked in. It was a genuine definition of luxury. There was marble everywhere, and everything was shining as though everything inside was personally polished by hand.
“Hi, we have a reservation for Doctor Dillon Baker,” my husband told the woman at the front desk, an attractive blonde without a single hair out of place.
“Yes, Doctor Baker, we’ve been expecting you. We’ve got you in room 700, and the gentlemen here will be happy to help you to your room,” the woman said, handing a key card to my husband. “Go ahead and get into your home and we’ll be ready for you in about twenty minutes.”
“What’s in twenty minutes?” I whispered to Dillon as we stepped onto the elevator.
“You’ll see,” he replied with a smirk.
The room itself was fantastic. It was two levels, the top being a large bedroom and the bottom being an oversized living area and a bathroom with one of the biggest tubs I’d ever seen.
“Oh, I’m getting in that later,” I told him.
“Look at the size of that thing. I’m coming with you.”
Dillon whisked me out of the room as I was still admiring it and took me back down to th
e reception area. Two women were standing there holding white robes that were as soft as a cloud.
“Please go into the bathrooms behind you, strip out of your clothes and put on your robes. We’ll meet you right around the corner here when you’re done,” the woman said as she handed us our robes.
The surprise ended up being a 90-minute spa treatment. It was unbelievable. I got a facial, manicure, pedicure, and the most amazing massage I could have imagined. I didn’t want it to end, but sadly it had to. Still, I was feeling so relaxed.
“Thank you so much for that, Dillon. I enjoyed that.”
“Don’t thank me yet; we’re just getting started.”
We went up to our room and found a bottle of wine chilling in our room. Dillon poured each of us a glass and made the call to order room service. He ordered a Kansas City strip steak with a loaded baked potato for himself while I got grilled chicken with sweet potato fries.
The food was so good, much better than any restaurant we had been to lately. The only thing missing was dessert, and Dillon agreed. He called down to the front desk and requested some chocolate covered strawberries.
“Did you bring something sexy to wear for me?” Dillon asked.
“Why don’t you let me slip into the bathroom and change, then you can tell me.”
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