I fumbled with my phone as I pulled out of Michael’s driveway. My fingers were almost trembling with excitement as I dialed my husband. He picked up on the second ring, but even so, I could hear my breathing grow more rapid with each second that passed. I could hardly wait to share with him all the details from my first Hotwife experience. “How was it?!” His words were uncharacteristically rushed. “You would not believe how amazing it was!” I managed to squeak out. I quickly found that it was a struggle to process the night and navigate a retell of it while driving. Wanting to be safe, my husband told me to just focus on the drive and we could share everything once I got home.
He met me at the door as I walked into the house. Without saying a word, he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. “I can taste him on you,” he whispered against my lips. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that he was smiling as he said this. I began to throb between my legs, thrilled that he relished how I tasted. I kissed him deeper, wanting him to take in all that he could. His hands held the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He tilted my head slightly to kiss up my cheek to my ear and neck, nuzzling into me and telling me “You smell like him, too. I want to get it off of you.” Taking me by the hand, my husband began to lead me back to our bedroom.
I walked into our room with an overwhelming feeling of empowerment. My husband locked the door behind us and stared at me with the most intense flame of lust. He crossed over to me and kissed me again, slowly this time, taking in each breath as we held each other. Stepping back, he started to remove his shirt and shorts as he stared at me. “Fuck, you look so sexy right now,” he murmured as his hands encircled my waist and began to remove my clothes. His fingers moved deftly and soon I was standing before him in just my red lace bra and panties.
Thinking he would want to move to the bed, I turned that way, but he halted me. “No, no. Not just yet. I need to see you first.” With that, my husband dropped to his knees and traced my panties with his fingers, his mouth hovering just inches over me. I could feel his warm breath against my skin as he pulled gently at the waistband, exposing my swollen pussy. He held my hips to steady me as I stepped out of my panties. As I raised my leg to slide my panties off, my husband reached under my knee and held it up. His lips traced from the underside of my thigh, up slowly, until he was at the apex of my legs.
“Baby, you’re dripping,” his voice was ragged with excitement. I held on to his head as he dipped low and licked my wet slit, tasting the two loads that Michael had pumped into me just hours earlier. I drew a sharp breath in, not knowing exactly how either of us would react to this new experience. But any nerves that were springing up were immediately quelled as we found ourselves falling into this moment together, completely in awe of the intimacy we were sharing.
My husband’s hands squeezed my ass as he licked me deeper. He gave my ass a quick, light spank. “Come to bed with me, I want to hear about the night before I fuck you,” a sense of urgency filled his tone. He laid down in bed and I curled up under his arm, resting my head against his chest as I began to regale him with my night. His arm was draped around me, his fingers drawing small circles on my back. My arm rested on his abdomen, my fingers tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I started at the beginning, telling him how anxious I was when I first arrived at Michael’s house. “Is it weird that I couldn’t wait to kiss him? That all I wanted was for him to touch me and taste me?” I felt almost silly asking, as it’s not a typical thought for a happily married woman to have about another man. “No, it’s not weird at all, baby. It’s so hot. I love that you felt so in control like that,” my husband whispered into my hair. I could see his cock was completely hard and I started pulling his boxers down so I could stroke him as I continued my story.
My breathing began to quicken as I told him how Michael had kissed me and removed my clothes. The way he laid me down on his bed and trailed his mouth down my stomach to my panties. How he had looked at me as his tongue plunged into me for the first time. “Oh fuck, I have to taste you the way he did,” my husband moved slowly over me as he kissed my stomach all the way down. His mouth licked my clit with an intensity that I hadn’t felt since the first time we had played with another couple. Hot. Heady. Hungry.
His hands pinned my legs wide as he tasted me, his tongue flicking against me in smooth motions that I couldn’t resist. “Oh my gosh, you’re going to make me cum,” I moaned. His tongue swirled around my clit and pressed into my lips, taking in every inch of what I had shared with Michael. “Fuck, baby. Cum in my mouth. You taste so damn good.” I gripped the sheets and raised my hips toward my husband’s mouth as I poured out my sweet nectar for him. Panting at the intensity of my climax, I felt my husband’s hands under my legs, pulling my knees up as he positioned himself between my knees.
I looked up at him and felt the tip of his cock press against my wetness. “Tell me how he fucked you,” he beckoned. My arms raised and wrapped around his shoulders as I recounted the way Michael had flipped me to my hands and knees, gripping my ass as he entered me. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, my husband thrust into me, taking me in a smooth and swift motion. He dropped his weight onto me, letting me feel the sense of belonging to him. Submitting to him. I wrapped my legs up around him, pulling him deeper into me. His thrusts were strong and powerful.
Not wanting to finish just yet, my husband rolled over and sat me atop of him. I leaned over and kissed him as I slid down onto his cock, whispering into his mouth, “you know, this is how Michael came in me tonight.” “Fuck!” My husband squeezed my ass, stretching me apart as I rode him, bringing forth another orgasm from me. The sound of my wetness pouring down on him was almost deafening. Then it occurred to us that it wasn’t just my own cum, but that of Michael’s mixed with mine, now dripping from me onto my husband.
The recognition of that only heightened the moment. My husband pulled me down to kiss him as our bodies rocked in unison, building toward a shared climax. I felt myself tighten and he pumped into me, filling me for the final time that night. Reclaiming me as his.
There was no need for words as our bodies settled. What we shared in that moment transcended anything that could have been spoken. A wavelength of passion that had just been explored in an entirely new way, strengthening a foundation that was already secure and connected. Paving the way for us to share more experiences in due time.
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