I had a regular hotwife friend several years ago. I was her first “bull/3rd” since getting married, and I’d travel to her city regularly for work. Typically she would come visit me at least one of the nights that I was in town each trip.
She was a pretty, but very typical 30-something mother of two. Her husband had brought up the fantasy and she’d warmed to it over the years before finally having her first experience with me (and him at certain points), and now she was confident in their feelings and just enjoying getting to fuck a hot, hung stranger on occasion. If there as a spectrum ranging from 1 (vanilla) to 10 (crazy wild), this woman probably would have been a 4, and I mean that as a compliment. She wasn’t the crazy sexy dresser, or overt about her desires, but she liked looking nice, was pretty, and enjoyed getting fucked by someone other than husband. She was a nice girl with a hidden wild side, and I loved it.
On this particular evening, she had a girls night planned with her friends. None of her friends knew she was in the lifestyle, and while it sounded like their girls nights were very tame, it also sounded like all the women at least appreciated attention from strangers on these evenings, even if no one came even remotely close to crossing the line.
We had out plans all arranged that she would be out with the girls, and at the end of the evening she’d say her goodnights but come to my hotel rather than going home to husband. She said to expect her around 1am.
All evening she would be updating me on where they were. She let me know what she was wearing when she left the house, how she was feeling when she arrived at the bar, and who she was talking to and whether they were cute or not.
I was probably getting a lot of the same text that she was likely sending to her husband, and she was probably loving having two men waiting to fuck her that night while she was getting hit on by other men.
The one topic of conversation I remember as she was at the bar with her friends was centred around the question “how much of a turn on is it that you get to look like the good wife in front of your friend as you turn down the guys at the bar, but you know you are getting fucked by someone other than hubby?” She admitted she was wet all night and was actually playing up to her friends how tempting it was when the guy was cute but how she’d never fuck someone other than her husband… knowing full well she was going to be fucking someone other than her husband mere hours later.
Finally, around 1am I got the text “leaving now, will be there soon – be ready”
I asked her how ready she wanted me to be. She replied she was open to suggestions.
“If I was to open my hotel door naked and hard, would that ruin the foreplay.”
“Babe, tonight isn’t a foreplay night. I’ve had 3 hours of the foreplay in my head. Open the door naked and ready to fuck me.”
Good girl with a wild side. So hot.
I jumped in the shower and washed off, applied my cologne she loved and minutes later got the text that she was parking. My cock immediately began to swell.
I heard the elevator door open down the hall and I was 80% hard without having touched myself. There was a soft knock on the door and I immediately answered, opening the door fully, standing naked in front of it.
She was standing there with a sly smile on her face, wearing her little black cocktail dress, just as a man was walking down the hall behind her. He caught me by surprise, but I’m guessing I caught him even more by surprised. “oh, sorry” was all he muttered, and my friend laughed. “Have a good night” she said in return, and walked towards me into my room.
Her hand, slightly cold from behind outside, immediately grabbed my cock and began to stroke. We kissed briefly as we walked to the bed. I ran my hands over the waist, down her hips to the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head. She turned to face me as she sat back on the bed and my hands now grabbed the panties and pulled them down her legs.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs for me. I wasted no time pushing my cock inside her. “Fuck I’ve been thinking about that thick head all night” she said.
I hooked my arms under her legs and started to fuck her. We didn’t start slow and sensual, but I wasn’t POUNDING her either. We were just right into that middle ground of “fucking” right away.
“Is this what you were picturing when you telling your friends how you’d never cheat on your husband?”
“Of course, it’s better when he knows.” she replied. I think my cock swelled even more.
“Fuck your pussy is so wet” I told her as I increased my tempo.
“I told you. I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“What do you want most?” I asked.
“I want to cum on your cock.” she said with a sexy smile, almost like she was asking if it was ok.
I knew the easiest way for her to cum on my cock, so I pulled out and lay back on the middle of the bed and she got into position to straddle me.
Again, normally when we fucked we were constantly teasing each other, but this night wasn’t about that. She grabbed my dick and immediately sat down on it, and started to ride me. She leaned forward into my hands on her breasts, and we made eye contact. I knew she wasn’t going to last long (she never did when she was on top, but this was going to be even faster), and one of my hands wrapped around her throat. That pushed her over the top as she came hard on my cock.
After slowing the tempo for a second, she looked at me with a look I hadn’t seen from her before, but knew exactly what it meant. She was going to get herself off again. She picked up the tempo of the thrusts, I grabbed her hips and returned her energy, and within about a minute she came again.
“Fuck that’s so hot” she said.
“You look incredible, and feel even better.”
We knew each other well enough to know what we each wanted next. I was sitting up, she was getting in position, and I grabbed by cock and pushed into her from behind as she lay her chest on the bed with her married ass in the air.
One big smack of her ass before I went to work. The red hand print immediately showing. I grabbed her ass in my hands and started to fuck hard. One of my hands moved to her shoulders to pull her back into me. I felt the stirring in my balls. I moved that hand from her shoulder to her hair and firmly pulled back, arching her head back like I know she loved. I fucked as hard as I could before emptying what must have been 6 or 7 ropes inside her.
We were both out of breath, and I took a moment to get composed before pulling out of her and laying down on the bed. She crawled into the nook of my chest and we lay quietly for a second.
“Good girls night out?” I asked.
“so good” she replied. “But I still have one more man to please tonight, assuming he hasn’t cum already.”
And with that, she stood up, got dressed and went back to her husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zk5lmk/mf_hosting_a_hotwife_after_her_girls_night_out
That was great. Looking forward to the next story.