Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales
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"Listen, Tony, this was fun but I need to get going. Can you give me a ride back to my car?"
I could see that I caught him off guard. I'm sure he wasn't used to women dismissing him so casually, but he took it in stride. "Sure," he replied, "whatever you need."
We stepped out and around to the front. There were no other visitors and no one had seen a thing. He started the car and we headed back to Starbucks.
"What's on your plans for the rest of the day?" he asked.
"I need to get back and fuck my husband's brains out," I replied nonchalantly.
"Oh," he said, his mouth dropping. "I just assumed, with this-" I could see him trying to figure out how to say it, "that there might not be much happening in that department."
"Actually," I said, "I'm going to go home and tell him all about it while he fucks me." It sounded so strange coming out of my mouth, yet I didn't feel nearly as odd saying it as I would have expected.
His face went white. "You mean he knows?"
I nodded. "It was his idea. He's cool with it."
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, clearly not convinced. "You're shitting me. How is that possible?"
I shrugged. "Just one of those things I guess." We pulled into the Starbucks parking lot and he stopped next to my car. "How long are you in town?"
He looked at me with what looked like true regret. "I'm heading back tonight. I won't be back anytime soon."
"That's too bad," I said, smiling devilishly. "Who knows what fun we could have had." I reached over and kissed him fully. He responded instantly, trying to reach for me. An intoxicating sense of power came over me. He looked like a puppy. I stepped out of the car and looked back over my shoulder. I gave him a wave and a grin. "Bye," I said simply and walked away.
Chapter Nine
The doubt set in as soon as I reached my car. I had to let Mike know I was finished. My hands trembled as I unlocked the door and when I sat down, I nearly hyperventilated. I couldn't call him. I couldn't handle even the thought of hearing any disappointment or anger in his voice. So I sent a simple text. Heading home.
He responded immediately. Yes? No?
I hesitated a moment before responding. I could still say nothing happened. I could tell him Tony was a bust. I stayed long enough to be polite and then left him with a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. He didn't have to know the truth. But I couldn't. Mike trusted me and I needed to trust him. I typed my three letter reply and hit send.
I held my breath for what felt like minutes. Each passing second left me more convinced that I had made a horrible mistake. What if he left me? What if he told me not to bother coming home? Oh, Lord, how could I have been so stupid? This was a giant fucking mistak-
Awesome! Can't wait to hear all about it. Hurry home.
Sweet Jesus. My relief was so strong I found myself in tears. I cried half the way home, not with any sense of guilt or concern, but from sheer joy. I had just enjoyed one of the most intense experiences of my life and in ten minutes I would get to enjoy another one. I had an affair and my husband wanted to know every detail. I couldn't explain how that worked, but after his response, I totally believed him.
I practically ran through the door. I don't know what Mike expected but I was on him before he could even get up from the couch.
"Hi, baby," he tried to speak as I smothered his face with kisses. I shut him up by locking my lips on his and shoving my tongue into his mouth. Once I had him locked in , I freed my hands and pulled my dress down. My bra was off in seconds and thrown across the floor.
"I want you so bad," I said between kisses. "I'm so horny I'm about to exploded." He responded to my words immediately, grabbing me around the waist and sitting upright. He pulled my crotch to his waste and I found myself nearly impaled on his upright cock. I pushed my pussy against it, the clothes in the way, but causing a violently pleasurable strain. Even through his shorts, he pushed nearly hard enough to enter me.
I grabbed his hair shoved his face to my left breast, burying my nipple in his mouth. "This is the one he sucked," I said, breathing so hard I could hardly get the words out. "I want you to suck it while I tell you what happened."
Mike moaned in response. His eyes closed and his mouth worked my nipple with an urgency that nearly overwhelmed me. I smiled and began my story.
"We met at Starbucks. He's gorgeous, by the way. We talked for about half an hour while we drank coffee. I told him I was exploring new experiences. I could tell it gave him a hard on." Mike groaned and clinched me harder, shoving his cock against me. "We went across the street to the park and found a quiet parking space. We kissed in the front seat and then he pulled my bra up and grabbed my tits."
Mike suddenly lifted me off the couch, his mouth still buried around my left breast. He held my ass in one hand and shed his shorts with the other. His throbbing cock pushed hard against my underwear.
I kept going, "We made out for a few minutes and then climbed in the back seat. I straddled him and took my bra off. I dropped down so he could suck my tits. It felt amazing." Mike grunted as he thrust his hips, ramming his cock against my pelvis, doing everything but entering me.
"Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed off of him and pulled his dick out of his pants." As if this were his cue, Mike pulled my panties aside and impaled me with his cock. I cried out, mostly with pleasure. I was so wet that he slid right into my pussy.
"I stroked his cock," I continued, finding it difficult to speak, "and then I stuck it in my mouth. I sucked him fast and hard, just like I told you I would." I found myself distracted by the building orgasm, the one that had been hanging around at the edge of my consciousness all day. My thighs clinched around him and I started to brace myself on Mike's shoulders.
"And then I felt him tighten up and shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He shot his cum straight down my throat. I swallowed it all, baby. I didn't miss a drop." And then I stopped talking because the entire world disappeared.
Mike held my hips, ramming me against his waist, slamming my clit against his pelvis while driving his cock into the back wall of my pussy. My whole body shook. I clinched my hands, squeezing his neck and holding him tight against me. Mike clamped his teeth on my nipple and I screamed. I lost all track of time. The sound of blood rushing in my ears overwhelmed all other sound. I closed my eyes and I felt no sensation except the waves of pleasure that pulsed through my pussy.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I felt Mike swell and spasm as he pumped his cum deep inside me. Feeling this, knowing that I brought him to orgasm, sent another round through me. I arched my back, holding my breath as the tension built, and passed out.
I came to slumped back in Mike's arms. My arms dangled at my side and my entire body buzzed. When I could finally open my eyes, I saw Mike looking at me with concern.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
I smiled lazily, "Peachy. I can't feel my toes." I sat there awhile longer, letting him carry the weight of me in his arms. "Did I make you happy?" I asked softly.
Mike pulled me upright, lowering my slumped body against his chest and leaning back on the couch. "Yes, baby. You made me very happy." He stroked my hair and we sat there like that until I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Ten
When the affects of my raging hormones finally wore off, I found myself conflicted. It was an amazing experience, but part of me hoped Mike would not ask me to do it again. It scared me how quickly I had wanted to give myself over to another man. Who knew if Mike could truly handle a situation like that? I wasn't sure what I would say if he asked me to do it again. Perhaps once was enough. It certainly was enough for me.
Or so I thought.
Confessions of a Reluctant Hotwife vol 2 "Sloppy Seconds"
Chapter One
My encounter with Tony McBride fueled our sex life for the next two weeks. We spent every spare moment with our clothes off. Occasionally
, we had to stop for twelve hours and give my poor pussy a break. Once, it was Mike who cried uncle, claiming that his dick was starting to bleed. I called him a wimp.
I wasn't sure what our first serious conversation would look like. It's one thing to recount a story like that while you're both high on hormones and he's buried balls deep inside you. It's different trying to discuss it over corn flakes the next day.
"Were you nervous?" Mike asked, taking a sip of coffee.
"Terrified," I replied with a shudder. "It was exciting, but scary. It felt totally different that being single and meeting someone."
"How so?"
I thought for a minute. "When you're single, you're supposed to go out on dates. This was something…not normal. Everything about the situation seemed perfectly normal, except it wasn't."
He nodded, "I understand. I try to imagine what this looked like from your perspective, but it's difficult. I hoped you would remember that you were allowed to do this. I wanted you to enjoy the freedom."
"Oh, I enjoyed it," I felt heat rising up my neck and cheeks, "once I decided to actually do it, I relaxed. All the pressure disappeared."
"Did you feel like you were doing something wrong?"
I shook my head. "Actually, no. I worried some about how you might react, but once I made my decision it didn't cross my mind. Once we started, all I thought about was impressing you." I smiled with that last statement and Mike smiled with me.
"You were very impressive," he said. "I'll tell you, I had a long couple of hours waiting to hear from you. I was a horny, nervous wreck until you texted me."
"Really?" I said leaning onto the table and giving him a sly look, "what did you do to pass the time?"
Mike laughed, "I didn't do that. The excitement and the anxiousness is half the fun."
I was intrigued, "How would you know that?"
Mike shrugged, "I've thought about it for awhile. It isn't an uncommon thing. There are plenty of websites out there to read peoples stories. It's fascinated me for a long time."
"How long," I asked, wondering how I had missed this.
"Since right after we got married."
I wasn't used to hearing confessions from Mike, but I didn't realize how much he kept from me. "So, this wasn't just a lark? This is something you've been thinking about for a long time?"
He nodded, "Yeah. But it never felt appropriate to mention earlier. Too much risk. But we're five years in and things are going well with us. I felt like we could handle taking a chance."
"Huh," I said, gathering my dishes, "well, you got it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
Mike stood up, "I did. It was everything I expected it to be."
"Good, because I don't think we'll be doing anything like that again."
Mike took my dishes and walked them to the sink. "Yes we will. And soon."
Chapter Two
He didn't explain himself. He just left me at the table wondering. And so began our two week fuck fest. I didn't ask what Mike was thinking about when he pounded me from behind, but I know what I was thinking.
I could feel Tony's hands grabbing my waist and pulling my hair. It was his cock slamming into me, destroying my pussy before shooting his cum deep inside me. It was his cum oozing out of me, sliding down my thigh and dripping from my lips as I sat there on my knees with my face buried in my pillow.
And suddenly I realized it wasn't just me. Mike pulled out, but he didn't moved. He was still behind me, not speaking or moving. I felt a drip fall from the lips of my pussy and I looked back just in time to see Mike catch it on his finger and put it to his lips. I stayed in that position, wondering what he would do next. I felt his finger run up my thigh, right through the slick trail of cum. Again, I watched him put it to his lips.
My breath grew shallow and I felt the blood rushing back to my pussy, engorging my clit. Mike moved very slowly, finally bringing his tongue just below my lips. I watched him catch the next drop in his mouth before bringing his mouth up and wrapping his lips around mine.
My hips flexed involuntarily. I arched my back, giving him better access as his tongue lapped across my pussy. I stayed still as long as I could and then I had to finger myself. I rubbed my clit as hard and fast as I could. Mike responded, increasing the pace of his tongue, occasionally taking my lips between his teeth and sucking them.
Mike was relentless, eager to pull every drop from inside me. Finally, I raised up. I grabbed him and threw him on his back and straddled his face. I pulled up on the back of his head, burying his face. I could feel the vibrations of Mike jacking off behind me and this turned me on even more. I clinched my pussy, trying to squeeze the cum out and into his eager mouth. He sucked on me while I rubbed myself as fast as I could. Finally, I felt the pressure build and I let out a cry as I orgasmed right on his face.
I looked back, he was still jacking himself as fast as he could. I spun around, planting my ass on his face as I took his cock in my mouth. I felt his tongue buried in my pussy as I shoved his dick down my throat. I sucked him as hard as I could for thirty seconds and then came up for air.
"Do you like the taste of cum in my pussy?" I asked as I stroked him. He arched his hips in reply, his cock tightening inside my fist. "I got fucked today and I had a huge load of cum inside me. It was so thick, it was dripping out of me. I couldn't wait for you to suck me dry."
I felt him stiffen and swell and the milky white cum began pouring out and over my hands. I stroked him until he was done and then slowly began licking it off my fingers. I raised up from Mike's face and turned towards him. I lowered my face to his and whispered, "My breath smells like cum. I swallowed my lovers cum today. Do you want to kiss me?"
He grabbed my head in his hands and pressed his mouth to mine. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, but it wasn't looking for mine, he ran it across the roof of my mouth and the sides of my cheeks. Sharing the flavor of cum with him was a strangely satisfying experience.
Chapter Three
Having Mike lick me clean was extremely hot, but I was relieved that it wasn't repeated. I will admit that I was fucking Tony more than half the time. I don't know if Mike could tell that I came harder and faster on these occasions, but I doubt he would mind. He told me more than once in those two weeks that anything that made me hornier benefited him.
Several days later we discussed what should happen next as far as Tony was concerned. Neither of us attempted contact after the coffee date, but we were still friends on facebook. He was always just one click away.
Then one day, the inevitable happened. A message from Tony. Hey girl, how are ya? I almost replied, but felt like I needed to confirm with Mike. I sent him a quick text to let him know and ask him what I should do.
Will talking to him make you horny? That seemed to be Mike's only deciding factor these days.
Possibly. I want to talk to him.
Go ahead. Let me know how it goes. What an awesome husband. Too bad I couldn't brag to my friends about this.
I pulled Tony back up on my phone. I'm good. You?
Wishing I was back in Des Moines.
Oh yeah? What's in Des Moines that has you so homesick?
This lovely lady with the best set of lips I've ever experienced.
I smiled at this. I had some time and I was game to play along. I've heard rumor that you only experienced the second best pair of lips.
Hmm, I have a hard time believing that. If there's a better set of lips, I'd have to see them to believe it.
I shot Mike a quick text. Thoughts on pictures?
He responded instantly. Sure, but be discreet.
My stomach started doing flips. I left the office and slipped into the bathroom.
I sent Tony another message. Give me your number.
918-200-1258
I slid the right leg of my scrubs and my panties down and put my foot on the sink. I positioned my phone and snapped a photo of my swollen red pussy. I punched in his number and typed test from Tricia Miller. A mom
ent later he responded. I attached the photo with a message. Probably just a rumor, but I hear these are the best lips in all of Iowa.
Before he could respond, I sent another message telling him I had to get back to work. I still had five minutes on my lunch break, but I needed that time to finger myself.
Chapter Four
As difficult as it was, I set a rule; no communication while at work. It was too distracting, not to mention unprofessional. I also found it uncomfortable talking to him without Mike present. No matter how much he told me that I could to do as I please, I wanted this to be our thing. It was actually more fun with Mike beside me, giving me suggestions on what to say.