A few weeks had passed since my date with Kevin. We chatted online from time to time, still keeping each other worked up and edged. The banter between us fueled so much excitement at home for my husband and I. Flirty notes left around the house. Sexy messages sent from work. Suggestive whispers in the bedroom. My husband and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we got caught up in the thrill of me experiencing another evening with Kevin as a Hotwife. And it wasn’t long before a night was scheduled to explore just that…
Kevin and I found a date that worked and agreed on a hotel for convenience. The days leading up to our date were filled with heady anticipation. My husband fucked me differently on those nights. Harder. More intimately. A physical demonstration of his prowess and confidence in letting me go out on my own in just a few days’ time. And once that evening came, we were both more than ready for it. My husband watched as I readied myself. I wore a tight tan, dress that clung to my hips, accentuating my breasts by how it draped low across my shoulders. Taking one final look in the mirror, I turned to my husband who gave me an approving nod. “Go have fun, baby,” he said as he kissed me and handed me my bag. And with that, he sent me on my way.
Pulling up to the hotel, the butterflies kicked in. Not in an uneasy sense, but one of excitement and curious anticipation. Kevin and I found each other in the lobby, and after a quick check in, we made our way to the elevators. The door closed behind us, and Kevin reached out, pulling me to him. He held my little body tight against his as he kissed me passionately. I almost dropped the bag I packed; I was so caught up in the moment. But just then, the ding of the elevator signaled a pause when the door opened.
We found our room and decided to enjoy some time chatting for a bit, and I messaged my husband to let him know I had arrived safely. Kevin and I had brought some drinks, so we laid down in the bed together, still fully clothed, and caught up on the prior weeks. I casually draped my legs over Kevin as we talked and sipped our beverages. His hand gently rubbed my smooth skin, reminding me just how good his touch felt from the last time we had been together. It made me want to feel his touch elsewhere. My hand had been resting on Kevin’s shirt, tracing the patterns on it. But now, I found my fingers working at his buttons, slowly opening his shirt lower and lower, until my hand slipped inside to feel his warm skin.
Kevin didn’t hesitate. In a smooth motion, he pulled me up on top of him and removed my dress. I straddled him in my burgundy bra and panties, playing with his shirt as his hands explored my skin. His fingers were strong and swift as they removed my bra, letting my breasts fall softly into his cupped hands. He caressed and pinched my nipples, bringing them to firm peaks within seconds. It wasn’t long before he shifted and sat me on the edge of the bed facing him as he stood in front of me. We worked in tandem to peel off his clothing until I sat with his growing cock in my hands. He was thick. I reached for my phone and took a photo, wanting to capture the eroticism of the moment.
Smiling, I stroked him gently. I looked up at him and slowly spit between my breasts, pressing him against me as I began to move up and down his impressive length. He moaned in pleasure, encouraging me to continue. I could barely squeeze my tits around him, he was so thick and rigid. Each time his cock slid up towards my mouth, the desire to taste him grew. We had talked in detail about how difficult it was for him to find a woman who could deepthroat him. But I was anxious to try. At this point, I needed him to fill my little mouth.
Kevin helped me up as he moved to the foot of the bed and sat down. My eyes were hungry as I dropped to my knees and absorbed for the first time the size of his girth. Parting my lips, I held Kevin’s gaze as I took his cock in my mouth. My hands wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, stroking him as my tongue swirled around the tip until he was drenched in my spit. Steadying myself, I moved slightly and relaxed my throat, ready to take as much of him as I could… he hit the back of my throat before I was half way down. Kevin smiled and encouraged me, making me feel all the more confident and sexy. Pushing myself further, I felt his cock slip past my throat’s barrier, allowing my mouth to take more of him than I thought I could. Kevin moaned again, fueling my desire to continue to the point when he had to stop me before he came.
Panting, I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as Kevin regained his breath. He sat up and switched places with me, telling me as he removed my panties that he wanted to make me squirt again like last time. Spreading my legs when I sat, Kevin held one leg up for me as his fingers slipped smoothly into my throbbing pussy. I let my head drop back, holding myself up on my elbows. His hand moved rhythmically, working my pussy with a casual confidence that left me aching. Within a matter seconds, my body responded to his touch, pouring forth a full squirt of wetness all over his hand and forearm. “Yes, that’s it,” he beckoned as he pulled his fingers from me. But my body wasn’t finished. “Oh, my god,” he gasped as I continued to squirt in the aftermath of his touch. “I have to taste you.” Kevin pulled against the back of my knees, bringing my pussy to his mouth at the edge of the bed.
His tongue plunged into me without reservation. I grasped at the sheets, writhing in pleasure against his mouth. His hands traced up and down my body, exploring the peaks and valleys of my body. It didn’t take me long to climax. “I’m cumming,” I called out, feeling my legs begin to shake against Kevin’s hands. He didn’t stop, but continued to work out every drop of wetness my body produced until he was fully satisfied. Leaving me on the bed, Kevin turned to the table behind him to fetch a condom. He was ready. I was ready.
Stretching out for my phone, I asked him if I could record it, as I wanted to share the moment later with my husband. Kevin agreed and made sure I was ready as he looked down at me on the bed. Reaching for me, he pulled my legs and held them up as his cock pressed against my slit. We throbbed against one another momentarily before he thrust into me. I gasped. He stretched me tight, completely filling my pussy. Kevin only gave me a moment to gather myself before he began to move in me. Slowly at first. Then faster. Harder. Deeper. He bottomed out in me as he pinned my legs back against the bed. I couldn’t move under his touch. But I didn’t want to go anywhere.
I could feel my pussy begin to drip as I started to cum. Tightening around his cock, I moaned “oh, god I’m cumming!” Kevin pulled out and discarded the condom as he told me, “Get on your knees.” I complied and he proceeded to stroke out stream after stream of milky ropes all over my lips and face. I smiled as I felt it splash on my tongue. Looking up at Kevin when he finished, I made sure he watched as I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned off the remaining cum with my tongue before swallowing it down.
Basking in the rush of an incredible climax, we both fell into the bed to catch our breath. Knowing that another round was soon to come…
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