My heart was racing as I held on to Chris’ member, rubbing it gently at first, and then vigorously, imagining what it must feel like inside. I felt so fucking naughty. And while I usually thought of myself as a “good girl”, I was revelling in the idea of being used like a dirty slut, right here in his office.
Kissing Chris was incredible. He held me close and I could feel his big arms envelop me as we made out. He was so passionate, rubbing all over my body as I continued to stroke his cock outside his shorts. Without hesitation he started to remove my sports bra. A moment of terror struck through my mind. How would my husband feel? Even though he was into Hotwifing, what he was into was predicated on trust and transparent communication. What would I tell him about why I am getting home later than my planned end time? Would I confess? Fuck!
But as Chris began to focus his lips and tongue on my nipples, gently caressing each breast with his hands, that terror melted into my lust. Better to ask forgiveness, I told myself as he sat in his chair and wrapped his arms around my ass, pulling me close and going to town on my tits with his mouth.
I just stood there, letting a man who was not my husband devour me. I felt so hot and sexy! And while I always criticized Hollywood movies for romanticizing flings too much, I couldn’t help but think how great this was.
Chris took his shirt off after about five minutes working my upper body. He definitely took care of himself. I felt like a goddess as his pecs and abs connected with me. He stood back up and held me close. We were both naked on top, and our warm bodies connected, filling me with excitement… and wetness down below.
Chris then picked me up and held me, my legs wrapped around his ass. Our gym shorts did little to stop his cock from pressing into me. I made out with him and felt his strong arms holding me, felt his pecs, and kissed on his shoulders and neck as he explored me.
He set me on the table and then paused. “I know you are married. And I’m having a lot of fun because you’re fucking hot and doing this with you is even hotter, but before I take off your shorts and give you a night to remember, I want you to consider whether it is something you actually want to do.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Use me like it’s the last fuck of your life,” I urged, lust dripping through my voice with urgency.
And with that, Chris yanked off my shoes and pulled off my shorts and panties. He also kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts and boxers. There it was. It must have been 8 inches long! And my god, it was so thick and veiny. I giggled in my mind as I wondered if he did dick exercises, too.
“Get on your knees and worship it,” he commanded, now also sounding lusty, his voice deepening. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock as I held the base. I loved that he was so excited to fuck me!
I wrapped my lips around his head, marvelling at how much more challenging it was to fit than my husband’s. My husband had a lovely dick, but this was a monster dick. I began gently. “No, I said worship it. Act like you want to be with it.” I started to work my mouth deeper. I had always told my husband my gag reflex wasn’t that good. But somehow I was fitting more of Chris’ bigger dick in my mouth than I ever fit of my husband’s.
“That’s good. Keep working it. Don’t forget my balls.” I began to lick, slowly, starting from the base of his balls up the bottom of his cock and all the way to the head. I licked everywhere. And then I started taking it deep, gagging. I loved how vocal he was, both in commanding me to do a good job, but also his sexy moans as I took his shaft deeper and deeper until he hit my throat. I couldn’t believe myself. This was the stuff my husband said would be so hot. Me just giving into impulses for another man who was so dominant.
“Lay back,” Chris said, as he moved me to the couch he had in his office. I did. He lay me back and started to come toward my pussy with his mouth. I couldn’t help but thinking about the workout that I had just finished. “No,” I said, “it’s not the best down there.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, as he buried his face in my mound. He went right to work on my clit. His tongue motions were so different than my husband’s. It was exciting to feel something new. I looked down to this sexy late-20’s guy and my arousal grew as he started to rub my labia with his fingers, with each sweep coming closer to my soaked hole. He slid in two fingers at first, hitting my g-spot as he motioned “come here” with his fingers. I was going to come here, alright. I was approaching climax.
He then stuffed in a third and came up for air, saying, “to get you ready for what you’re about to experience.” As he returned to my clit, I came right then and there. But this wasn’t any usual come. I became a new woman with that come. I exploded with pleasure, moaning so loudly and intensely. It was this hot thought that made my cum better than any other: Whenever my husband put three fingers in me I always thought of the huge cocks in porn. But I had never been filled by one. So in this instance the pleasure of his tongue on my clit, his three fingers inside of me, and the behemoth I was about to let inside me overtook me in ways I cannot describe.
As soon as I came, Chris got up to his feet and carried me back to his desk. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me.
I looked down. His cock almost reached my belly button as he positioned me. He looked into my eyes and gave me that same megawatt smile that first shook me, and he said, “are you ready?”
“So ready!” I said, spreading my legs wider. His cock head inched down toward my opening. He pressed his head against it and I gasped. It felt so full. Fuller than three fingers, even. He gently inched it in, asking, “is this OK?” I nodded in reply, biting my lip and feeling an immense rush of pleasure. He slowly thrust in three or four times and as he felt me adjusting to his size, he began to thrust with greater intensity and speed. “Fuck, you are hotter than I even imagined,” he said, grunting as he pushed against me.
I couldn’t believe how full I felt, and how his cock head rubbed along my g-spot. And moments after he complimented me I started squirting. I hardly ever squirt unless my husband is fingering me! My god, to squirt so easily from a cock was exquisite!
I thought for a second about the fact that Chris wasn’t wearing a condom. I had been so captivated by his cock that I didn’t stop to ask when he put it in. But then I remembered how much my husband liked cream pies and convinced myself I was doing it for him!
Chris began to push even deeper and deeper into me, causing me the most intense and deep sensations I have ever felt. I gasped as I held onto his shoulders, greedily kissing his hot body and mouth as he pressed his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.
He then told me to get down on all fours on his couch. I complied. “Bury your face in the back of the couch, trust me,” he said, smirking as he positioned his cock again. This time he took no time, immediately thrusting his cock deep inside me. More of him fit in with the way way I was positioned. My moan was almost a scream of pleasure and I came again from both the sensation and how much this new man knew about himself and what he was capable of.
His cock thrashed inside of me. “I will be my husband’s Hotwife forever,” I thought, grinding back even harder against Chris’ cock, panting and moaning as I came, my pussy convulsing and grabbing at his cock.
The combination of my grinding and orgasm put Chris over the top. He moaned and groaned and quickly withdrew from me, shooting the most intense load of cum across my ass and back. I didn’t know whether he was being respectful or that he didn’t want to impregnate a married woman, but I couldn’t help but wonder how that big load would have felt inside of me as I collapsed onto the couch.
Chris came and sat behind me, cleaning his cum off my me with tissue. “That was incredible,” he said, calmly, “I hope you enjoyed it, too!”
“I have never been fucked like that in my life! I loved it,” I replied. We kissed passionately and got dressed back into our gym gear.
“Look forward to seeing you Friday. You’re my last client of the night again,” Chris shared.
“See you then,” I blushed, striding out of the office on cloud nine. As I departed I couldn’t help but wonder what my husband think about my late arrival home. What I might or might not say to him about what just happened.
As I pondered that I also delighted in the fact I just had the best sexual experience of my life, and that more great times may await me.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12dnt6y/wife_gets_a_personal_trainer_part_v_giving_in_her
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