A return to being a hotwife [FM]

Okay.. to start off, I should say that I have been a hotwife before, but it was mostly with a steady FWB that hubby shared me with regularly.

Unfortunately, he found his own girlfriend and respectively told me that we couldn’t play anymore, which I completely understand.

Anyways, my husband took our daughter out of town for 2 days to go visit family. I had to work one of those days, so I had to stay home.

Hubby and I had our fun before he left, but it just made me want more. I tried to convince him to stay, but with no luck. He jokingly told me to just use my toys til he got back.

Fast forward a day and my 12 hour shift became four hours with it being really slow. So I was home by Noon on a Saturday by myself.

(I promise there is good smut, I’m just rushing the backstory to get to the good stuff!)

After some solo play, I texted hubby asking him to come home and help out. Of course there was some teasing that didn’t help things out until I said “if he isn’t going to help, I’ll find someone who will!”

I meant it more as an empty threat. But when he replied with “Sure! Just give me the details after!” I was seriously tempted. I had done a few one night hookups, but most of my adventures were with a steady guy who I knew and trusted. But horniness and desperation got the better of me (and I’m glad it did!)

So.. cruising tinder… more boring stuff. Find a guy that I seen to like, make it clear what this is, and what I’m looking for. Agree to meet later that night for drinks and go from there.

Skipping the boring small talk, get to know you part of the “date”, it’s clear he likes what he sees and he was pretty cute, but not the sort of guy I would normally be attracted to.
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So we go back to his place, I text hubby where I am as a precaution and what I’m doing. The whole ride back to his house, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing small circles edging closer and further up m dress. It was driving me wild. The minute we got inside, I grabbed his hand, placed it right over my soaked thong, and told him I needed anything.

He pulled me to the couch, got between my legs, and gave what can be described as a good effort. Not the best technique or skill, but his excitement and patience certainly made up for it. After a little bit of guidance and hip gyrations to get him in just the right spot, he learned quickly what I wanted. Holding his hair to keep him in place, he sucked and licked at my clit until I finally got some relief, but not enough.

As I was catching my breath, I could see his lip and chin were covered in my own wetness. I half smirked at him licking his lips before he straddled me on the couch, effectively pinning me. I tried to kiss him, but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back. I took the hint and undid his pants, finally getting a chance to see what I would have to play with. It was average, maybe a little thicker than average, but nothing shocking.

He pushed my head down so I slid down on the couch a little so I could get a better angle. When I reached to grab the base and start reciprocating the act, he grabbed both wrists and put them over my head, pinning them back with one hand. He warned me during our chat that he liked to be rough which is exactly what I wanted.

Again I tried to take a little bit of control and start bobbing my head, but he pushed forward, pushing my head into the couch cushion with little remorse. I gagged for a moment, which he felt and backed off briefly. His pace was methodical. A many number of quick, shallow thrusts, followed by two long, slow ones, testing my ability to take him fully.

I had been keeping my eyes closed for the most part, focusing on my own actions and prepping myself to avoid gagging again. Then he spoke in abbreviated tones between thrusts.

“So.. I.. should… tell.. you.” He paused for a moment with himself half buried in my mouth, giving me a better chance to seal my lips around him while I looked up.

“My first round is a little short. But I promise, rounds 2 and 3 will be MUCH better.” I mentally rolled my eyes. I had heard that so many times before and had almost always been disappointed. But I didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

He pulled out, grabbed my hips, flipped me over and hiked my dress up in quick succession. I turned to see him take off his shirt and step out of his shorts, so I turned back and braced myself against the back of the couch. His hands hooked my thong and pulled it aside, but instead of the familiar feeling of a smooth head pressing in, it was his rough fingers.

I let out an audible gasp. He wasted no time in adding another. While his mouth skills weren’t the greatest, his fingers were a different story. They were rough in just the right way as they worked inside me, exploring each wall freely.

“Hey wait!” I had to stop my own pleasure as an extremely cold gel plopped right on my ass.

He followed directions, sort of. “Don’t worry. It’s just a thumb.” He gently egged on as he rubbed the lube over my hole, coating his thumb in it as well. Slowly he pushed in, eliciting another deeper moan from me. He continued his pace from before, using his thumb more as a plug while his other 3 fingers did all the work.

When he pulled them all free, he simply said “ready?” Which I could only answer with a breathy “uh-huh”.

I can’t speak from the men’s side of the things, But there is something purely satisfying, erotic, and mesmerizing about the first time a guy enters you when you’re that turned on. The feeling of almost pure ecstasy, like it something you’ve been missing your whole life and it’s just perfect. This was no different. His hands pulled my hips back as he pushed forward, until our bodies were pressed as closely as possible.

He let out a long sigh before partially releasing his grip and letting me pull away just enough. I was mostly expecting him to do the actual thrusting, since he was standing and I was on my knees in a limited space. But instead, he pulled me back, giving my legs more of the workout. As he continued this motion, I got a better idea of his timing and depth. Taking things into my own hands, I started dictating the rhythm and depth more as he gave up some control with his hands.

A quick smack across my ass was my reward as I continued for a few more bounces. Then the all familiar tensing and breathing change began and I knew he was close. I sped up slightly as he grunted, held my hips firmly in place and gave a few more shallow thrusts. I could feel him twitching slightly as his warmth spread into me.

He leaned forward, kissing the back of my neck and shoulder before pulling out with another sigh. He sat next to me and pulled me onto him, making me straddle him with my dress still hiked up over my hips. A rather passionate kiss interrupted my plan of using the restroom. His lips and tongue found mine while his hands grabbed my ass and held me in place.

A combination of our cum soaked his pubis and cock. I could feel the slickness between us while I was grinding on him gently, trying to coax him hard again. After a few minutes of making out and hun fondling my chest, he asked for a few minutes to get a drink and recharge and when he got back, he’d be ready again.

I agreed and got off, sitting on the couch while he went off down the hall. Now I don’t know where he went or what he did, but true to his word, a minute or two later, he called to me. “Come in the bedroom if you want more.” Sure enough, he was sitting on his bed, just as hard as he had been earlier, with a stupid grin on his face.

“You said you like it rough, right? Well.. would handcuffs work?” He pulled out a rather gaudy pair of black fuzzy handcuffs. If I was thinking clearly, I probably should have said no to letting a stranger cuff me in his own house, but common sense went out the window long ago.

I held out my wrists for him to cuff them together, but instead he stood up, pulled my arms over my head, and finished pulling my dress off. Now both of us were completely naked and he took a moment to look me over before cuffing my wrists in front of me.

“Now lay down” I followed his command, lying flat of my back with my arms over my stomach. He took them and pulled over my head, pinning them down with one hand. His other hand and mouth each took a nipple, tugging, pinching, biting, and pulling with little remorse. But it was perfect! His calloused hands rubbing over me, his beard tickling at my chest while he sucked and nibbled. Just the way I liked it.

In the midst of all the excitement, I realized I left my phone out in his living room and I had no idea how long it’s been.

“Wait wait.” I struggle against his restraint. “Please. I’m not saying we have to stop. But I need to just text my husband.”

“Mmm. Maybe later.” He continued to kiss and nibble and my breast while I pleaded.

Again I begged until one final pinch, harder than the others and he says “fine, but no more interruptions” he says while he walked out of the room.

“He asked what you were up to. Care to show him?” He coyly asked coming back, aiming my phone at me naked on the bed.

I never said yes or no, but just said “my password is XXXX. “

I didn’t get to see the actual pictures or messages he sent until much later, but I knew he took a few. First was one of just me, naked. He took it standing over me so it was very clear I was naked and in bed.
The next one was him straddling me, his cock between my boobs pressed together. He gave a little direction and told me to open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

The last photo caught me entirely by surprise. He took that opportunity after the previous one to shove himself fully in my open mouth. The picture wasn’t the clearest, but it was easy enough to see me deepthroating him completely.

He tosses the phone to the side and half laid on top of me, plunging his tongue into my mouth while one hand fondled my chest. I could feel him pressing into my thigh while he teased me further.

Next, he laid down on the bed, half propped up by pillows against his headboard, and motioned for me to get on top. When I spun to face him and swing my leg over, he said “nuh uh” and twirled his finger around.

Taking the hint, I followed his orders and turned around before straddling him. As soon as i lowered myself onto him, I leaned forward, expecting him to want to play with my ass again. But instead, he pulled me back, laying my back against his chest and just slowly rolled his hips under me.

Unlike the rough pounding before, this was sensual, slow, and yet, just as hot. His hands were all over me. Touching my sides, my chest, lightly closing around my neck before sliding down my stomach and across my thighs.

It was one of the more surreal experiences of the night. Sure he felt good inside me, but I was transfixed by his movements. Each touch was electric and had me addicted. And the whole time he was casually rolling beneath me. It was like he was trying to press deeper rather than just thrusting.

But when he took a moment to kiss my neck and roll both nipples between his fingers, my softer moans were replaced by a single loud, almost involuntary one.

Again, his hands were the star of the show. He took the change and ran with it. One hand stayed home, while the other slid down, his fingertip finding my clit, and began drawing more and more out of me. Within a couple of minutes, I was reduced to a shaking quivering mess. I tried to close my legs as I came my hardest of the entire night, but he used his own to keep my spread. He did not relent. His fingers kept a methodical, but gentle rhythm. He barely moved below me but shifted his other arm, holding my across my waist as I bucked and shook on top of him.

As the first orgasm began to subside, a second smaller one began to rise. His grip on my waist grew tighter as I tried to lift up. I wanted a small break between, but he was relentless. His breath was heavy in my ear. And again, his fingers worked their magic until I came again. Not as strong as before, but after minutes of playing, I was beginning to get a little sore.

I breathlessly begged “please. Just a second”. Until he finally obliged. He withdrew his hand and I was able to lift myself off to gather my senses. I looked down for a moment to try and relax and caught sight of his dick. It was COVERED in cum. Now I’m guessing most of it was his from before, but still. It was an interesting sight. And it was the first time I had thought about my husband since the photos.

I took a moment to mentally take note of the scene. I’m naked, huffing and puffing from a couple of incredible orgasms, with a stranger below me, now fondling my chest again. And I LOVED it.

This is part of the fun of being in the lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, there can be a lot of negatives. But when things go right, it’s exciting for all the best reasons.

I haven’t written full stories like this much, so I would appreciate and feedback or comments. And feel free to ask any questions. I’m not shy!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pntjw2/a_return_to_being_a_hotwife_fm