Spontaneous hotwife ruins her marriage [fm]

The divorce was my fault, for sure. But my ex, Craig, had given me a taste of heaven and then taken it away, so I went looking for more, and I ended up in a few beds. Okay, a lot of beds.

Craig and I got married young, so we both missed out on our “wild twenties” or whatever they call it these days. At 36, we had been married for 16 years, and we were comfortable with each other, but sort of bored with our sex life. I’m not sure what started us up, but I think it was Craig perusing the swinger subreddits. Anyway, we had talked about it a few times, and it was new and a real turn on, and it had turned into some great sex for us.

One evening we were hanging out on the back porch with Craig’s friend, Jason, and the few beers Craig had drunk had loosened him up. So he mentions the swinger subreddits to Jason. We were both surprised to hear Jason say that he had swung (“swinged?” I don’t even know), and plenty of times. He was apparently out of the game at that moment since he was dating as new girl, but looking back I know they didn’t last long anyway.

So I vividly recall the moment, because I couldn’t help but see Jason in a whole new way. I remember asking him if I could get him another drink, and I remember feeling myself tingle when he said yes. I wasn’t really thinking anything would happen, and when I came back outside I had the beers and the shots of whiskey on a plate. Craig gave me a funny look, but he wasn’t annoyed or anything.

Jason started talking about his prior experiences swapping his girlfriend with other women, and it was so hot to hear it. Jason is tall, reasonably good looking if only a little goofy, and very strong. I had long ago noticed the veins in his muscular forearms, which were natural for his line of work, bring a stone mason. But now he seemed so sexy, as he told us about what it was like to watch his girlfriend get pounded by another man while he did the same to someone else’s wife. He tried to skirt around the details with innuendo, but I just kept asking him direct questions, making him tell me what it was like, how he felt, whether it was better than just fucking his own girlfriend, and similar stuff.

I was so turned on, at one point, well after we had stopped laughing and we had lowered our voices so the neighbors wouldn’t hear our conversation, I found myself sitting directly next to Jason, biting my lower lip. When I accidentally placed my hand on his leg, reality jolted me back, and I quickly stood up. “I’m going to go clean up the kitchen,” I said as an excuse. I met Craig’s eyes, but he was drunk, happy, and with a playful smile on his face.

It wasn’t long, maybe five minutes, before they both came in the house, and Craig’s smile was plastered across is drunken face. He didn’t say anything at first, just poured three more shots and toasted “to friends!” We downed the whiskey and Craig gave me a sloppy kiss, and then he awkwardly took Jason’s hand and pressed it against my butt.

“Um, what’s happening?” I asked, but Craig didn’t answer. He just kept that stupid grin on his face, and then turned me gently towards Jason, and pushed my lightly into him. Jason had slid his hand from my butt to my waist, but he hadn’t let go. I could tell by the look on his face that he was testing to see what would happen. They had clearly discussed this outside, and so it was up to me now. Did I want to have Jason? There was only one answer.

I leaned in, placed my hand on his chest, and kissed him. No tongue, but I held my mouth to his for a few long seconds. I could hear Craig laughing, but then I really didn’t care anymore. I was so full of desire in that moment, I practically forgot he was there at all.

I broke the kiss, but kept my eyes locked on Jason’s. I lifted my arms straight up and waited. Jason got the hint really quickly, and soon he had my shirt off. I turned in my bra and jeans and walked slowly out of the kitchen, looking back for a moment to make sure Jason knew to follow. Of course Craig came too.

In the bedroom, I kissed Jason again, this time more voraciously, my tongue ripping past his lips. We were both a bit drunk, less than Craig for sure, but with beer on my breath, I didn’t notice the beer on his. Then I leaned back on the bed and motioned for him to come help me with my jeans. I vaguely noticed Craig sit in the chair in the corner of the room, but frankly I was just enamored in the moment. Craig looked like he was enjoying himself anyway.

Jason unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off, leaving me in my black bra and blue underwear. Nothing fancy at all, as I certainly didn’t expect to be showing off that night, but I was at least glad I had shaved that morning. I helped Jason out of his shirt and jeans, and soon we were on the bed again, making out and pressing out bodies together. Jason released the classic on my bra with one hand, and I giggled at the skill. Then his mouth was on my nipples, and pleasure was shooting through me.

Craig was watching the whole thing, and it felt comfortable when I started feeling Jason’s already rock hard cock through his boxers. I think Craig pulled his own dick out about the same time that I pulled Jason’s underwear off.

And holy shit, Jason was huge. At least compared to Craig. He was probably only 7 inches, but he was longer and thicker than my husband. I occasionally enjoy give Craig a blow job, and now I was drawn to Jason like never before. I pushed him down into his back, grabbed the base of his member, and wrapped my lips over the tip. He moaned immediately, and I started working my way down his shaft. It was more difficult than what I was used to, but eventually I got all the way down, and I held there as long as I could hold my breath.

Finally I came up for air, and I heard both Jason sand Craig gasp. I worked his cock a bit more, and then he said “I want to taste you.” So you’re that kind of guy, I thought. Craig was not. He would do it, but he didn’t like it. He never “wanted” to taste me. But I wasn’t quite done with the feeling of having Jason in my mouth, so I just turned my body the other way on the bed. I kept shoving him down my throat while he took off my underwear, and then I sat my dripping pussy down on his face.

The pleasure that had started in my nipples now emanated ten times stronger from my clit. Jason certainly knew what he was doing, and he was definitely enjoying it too. Soon he was pressing his fingers into me, and the motion of his hand and tongue at the same time sent me over the edge. I convulsed as I came on his face, my hand holding his erect penis like I was grasping onto it for life.

After lifting off him and catching my breath, I looked over to Craig. Asleep. Or rather, passed out. Too bad for him, I supposed, because I had kind of assumed he would join in at some point, which would have been fun too. But I wasn’t done, regardless, and Jason wasn’t either. Craig had made this happen, so he had no right to complain.

I repositioned on the bed and then lowered myself onto Jason and onto my knees. He filled me up in a way I hadn’t ever felt before, and I took a moment relax enough to let it happen. Then I rocked back and forth on him a while before sliding up and down. The pleasure was insane, and then he had his hands on my breasts, his thumb and finger lightly pinching my nipples.

I leaned down and locked my mouth on his again, but I kept rocking my hips on him. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and pressed or mouths together even harder. Then he was fucking me from below, pounding me so hard that I could barely hold myself up on my knees. I tried to keep my mouth on his, but I began to scream as I came a second time. This time I squirted all over Jason and the bed.

I flopped over onto my back, spent. I knew that two orgasms was about the best I could get out of my body, even by myself. But Jason hadn’t come yet, and he had certainly earned that right.

“How do you want to come?” I asked him in my sexiest voice. He looked over at Craig, who was dead to the world.

“On your ass,” he answered, and I immediately flipped over onto my belly and lifted my butt into the air. I spread my legs and buried my face in the pillow. Might as well go all out, I thought. I even reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. “Oh my god!” was all he said.

He took a moment to admire me, and then I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. His fingers probed my wet pussy, and then I felt his thumb on my asshole. He didn’t try to push into it, although I would have let him doing anything he wanted at that point. But he did press onto it just add he slid his cock into my pussy.

He didn’t take long. If he had lasted a few more minutes, I felt I might actually come again, which would have been totally unexpected. But he pounded me hard for a few minutes, and slapped my ass hard (I’d see the handprints the next day even). Then he pulled out and shot his load all over my back, and then collapsed onto the bed.

After he caught his breath, we both stood up and lingered for a moment. I pressed up against him and kissed him again, wishing we could start over and do it all again. Then he got dressed and helped me move Craig to the bed. I walked Jason to the door and kissed him again before he left.

The next morning Craig and I discussed it, although I didn’t go into the details. He was fine with everything, but he didn’t want to try swinging. It was apparently a one time thing in his mind. But not for me. Sex with Craig was unfulfilling from then on, and within a couple of months I was wanting for something more. Jason hadn’t been around, and I didn’t think he’d go for anything more anyway. I’m sure he and Craig had discussed it too.

So I downloaded Tinder. Yup, I was that girl. Craig had no idea, at least for a while. I cheated, and it was a lot of good sex, but rarely great. And then Craig found out, and everything fell apart. That’s a whole different story. So now I’m single, and I never fucked Jason again.

Until today…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x6ee6t/spontaneous_hotwife_ruins_her_marriage_fm

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