Her senses were aroused. Doja Cat filled her ears, the tequila warmed her body, and she was wearing a short, tight dress that endeared her to every pair of eyes at the party. It was her birthday after all. Blair deserved the attention. And her friend Tasha had been sweet enough to play host at her house in one of San Francisco’s most vibrant nightlife neighborhoods.
Blair’s husband Lucas couldn’t make the trip back to their hometown. He was caught up with work: work Blair didn’t find that interesting or sexy, but that Lucas devoted to. He had told her to have fun and really throw caution to the wind. Little did he know how much he’d regret encouraging such behavior.
She was probably two or three drinks deep by eight o’clock. They were pregaming the bars and her friends were pushing her to finish her drinks. Mostly it was Tasha lifting her fingers to the bottom of Blair’s glass with a loud “drink, drink, drink!” throughout that first hour. She was always the type of friend that encouraged that type of behavior. She was wild. But tonight, she had an additional motive.
The last time Blair had been over nearly six months ago, she met a firefighter named Jordan. Jordan was just over six feet tall, both handsome and rugged. He had short brown hair and a strong jaw. And his body was chiseled, with arms that made her a little weak. While she wouldn’t have called their engagement flirting for fear of the taboo, any spectator would recognize the banter for what it was.
But Blair had a husband. They were nearly to their wedding date during that first meeting, and she worried about her reputation if she had made a move. She worried a little about her soon-to-be-husband’s feelings, too, of course, but that wouldn’t outweigh her needs as a woman. She couldn’t, though. And she didn’t. She really could have. Blair was a 24 year old with an athletic build. She was strikingly beautiful with Slavic and Scandinavian features accentuating her alluring blue eyes. She was well known for her ass, a perfectly round natural asset that had endeared her to men her whole life. And it looked amazing in her tight-fitting white dress. So it would have been easy for her to have made an advance.
When Blair had returned home to her husband, his inadequate sex skill frustrated her. She began fantasizing. At first, she felt guilty. But as she grew more comfortable with the increasingly familiar desire, the want… the need… for Jordan’s hands on her hips, his lips pressed against hers, and his pulsing dick filling her with his cum became insatiable. She didn’t know who to talk to about it. Would her husband understand? How could he? Men were programmed to be sexually controlling in this society. She wasn’t even sure she could tell her friends. Would they think she was getting cold feet? It wasn’t that either. She loved Lucas, deeply. She couldn’t imagine a life with anyone else. But now her orgasms only grew more powerful for Jordan. When her husband was at work, she’d lay in bed watching porn and using her wand until she was screaming Jordan’s name, squirting some days.
She couldn’t take it anymore. That insatiable desire that had caused her to fixate on the fantasy now would settle for nothing less than the real thing. “Tasha, I have a question…” she texted her friend. And then she told her about their flirting, her desires, and the fading guilt that society told her she should have. All this served the purpose of asking if Jordan was available and if Tasha thought he was interested in her. After an exclamatory statement of support, Tasha shared that “He’s going on a date with Gia. It’s kind of my fault because he asked about you, but I said you were taken. If I’d known, though!” “Oh my god, please don’t apologize! You’re literally the best friend!” Blair reassured her. They continued to talk about the wedding, and then her birthday party after that. Tasha was making plans.
This had all come back to Blair during the Uber ride to Tasha’s place. She was nervous. She didn’t even know if Jordan would be there or if Gia would be on his arm. She selfishly hoped their date hadn’t gone well. With her husband out of town, she imagined how nice it would be to have Jordan as her date for the night. But when she got to Tasha’s, Tasha said nothing about Jordan. Blair didn’t want to be nosey, or come off as desperate, either. At eight o’clock during the middle of her third tequila soda, Jordan walked in.
She was drunk already. Uninhibited. She wanted him.
As she finished her third tequila soda fortifying her liquid courage, he found his way over to her. “Happy Birthday, Blair.” The way he said it, it was almost like he was offering her a specific birthday present right there. Blair thought of her husband again. He had told her to “throw caution to the wind” after all. Okay then, she’d do that. She needed Jordan to commit harder. It would have been embarrassing to come off as desperate, even if she secretly was.
The next thing Blair knew, Tasha was giving both her and Jordan a shot and a wink. Her face flushed with embarrassment. She recognized immediately what Tasha was doing. It wasn’t even that subtle. After the shot, she dragged her to the bathroom with a hurried tone. “You really shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I know I told you all about him, but I have a husband. I mean, I’m married!” It was a half-hearted plea. Tasha read through it and proceeded to give her all the justifications she was seeking. Then they returned to the party.
While Blair talked to a few other friends who had come, Tasha pulled Jordan to the side and explained the situation. Blair saw them talking in the corner, them glancing her way occasionally, him smiling a cocky grin, and finally nodding his head. Her heart was racing. As he walked over, guilt rushed into her conscience briefly, and then it drained away. The alcohol had made her so horny. She didn’t even know if she could make it to the bar at this rate.
He was so smooth. He complimented her in ways that made her unsure whether she wanted to lean into him or drop to her knees more. “You look beautiful, it’s too bad you’re taken.” He grinned as he said it and reached his hand down onto her lower back. She could have let him prop her up on the counter right there, in front of everyone, and fuck her. Hard. She thought about it. Then she restrained herself. His hand went lower. It was on her ass now. He asked if she minded and she said it was the opposite.
Then he became charismatically direct. Offering a no-strings-attached birthday night, he invited her back to his place. An experience man, he promised her a night she would remember. She immediately accepted. Her mind was racing. New positions? Sex toys? Making a sex tape? What did he have in mind? She couldn’t wait to find out. Tasha was still keeping an eye on them, so she didn’t miss when Blair bit her lip and Jordan leaned in and kissed her. It was all so exciting.
Jordan called an uber and Blair told him she had to talk to her husband quickly. In the time they’d been flirting, she’d received three or four texts from him. He’d been asking things like “Having fun?” but all she replied with was “Hall pass?” Then her phone rang. “A hall pass? Really? For me, too? Just you tonight? Oh… Well, I’m just not sure, Blair.” Before hanging up, Blair communicated that it wasn’t an ask so much as an informing. Caught off guard, Lucas acquiesced.
Was she serious? Who was this guy? How far would she go? There was a pit in Lucas’ stomach. His wife was about to hook up with another man thousands of miles away. He started to picture her: moaning his name, arching her back from him, begging for his cum. Did it excite him? Kind of. That thought made him uncomfortable. This was supposed to piss him off. She was about to cuck him. His manhood was now in question by the very woman who had just bound herself to him months before. He couldn’t make sense of it. Lucas knew one thing, though. If he didn’t cum before talking to her again, he might let her go through with it. He jerked off to the very fear he was about to face.
After they arrived at Jordan’s, he poured her a tequila soda and they sat down on a loveseat in the living room. “Your husband’s okay with this?” “It doesn’t matter. I’ve needed this since we met. He will learn to accept my needs outside of our marriage.” She leaned in and kissed him. It was a passionate kiss, and it excited her whole body. Her nipples responding by firming up. Blair was wet, wetter than Lucas had ever made her. She still loved Lucas more than anything, but this was something she lusted for. She kissed him once more, and he put his hand around her neck while they tongued. Blair moaned for him. It was new being with something who was so experienced. Soon she stood up in front of him. She started to slide her dress over her shoulders. Shimmying her dress off, it hugged her ass before falling to the ground. Standing there, Blair felt vulnerable for Jordan, and he pulled her on top of him.
They continued to make out on the loveseat, and she could feel his big, strong hands all over her body.
Jordan was hard underneath his jeans. He was slowly thrusting into Blair there on the couch. His rhythm drove her crazy and she slid to her knees in front of the couch and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He helped her slide them down around his ankles. He threw his shirt off to the side quickly. She was dripping wet looking at his hard body. His dick looked huge imprinted against his boxer briefs. When Blair pulled those down, his dick sprung up. It was a little skinnier than her husband’s, but it was probably eight inches. She preferred it that way, as her tight vagina made her more comfortable with skinnier, longer dicks anyways. She fed his ego. “It’s so big, daddy. How do you hide that on the calendar?” She wrapped both hands around it and the head was still visible. But only for a moment longer as Blair wrapped her lips around Jordan’s big dick.
After just a few bobs, her phone lit up and started buzzing next to them on the couch. “It’s your husband. Should we stop for a second?” “No, I need this. I can’t.” Those slutty words turned Jordan on even more. He realized just how naughty Blair could be. “Hey babe, ya no I’m at Jordan’s right now. *Slurp* Right. I told you already. *Slurp* Can you hear it? No. *Slurp* I’m not going to stop. He’s going to pound me, your wife, soon. Got it? *Slurp* Good.” Jordan couldn’t believe it. She had just dominated her husband while submitting to him. Laughing, he said, “I’m sorry but your husband is such a beta!” “Ugh, I know, tell me *Slurp* about it. Why do you think I’m cheating?”
Seconds later, Jordan was about to cum. “Do it on my face, please daddy!” There was so much cum. Lucas had never cum that much before. Blair snapchatted her husband first, a devilish smile, and then began to lick the cum off her face. She was admittedly a little frustrated he’d cum so soon. Well, she was until he said that he had strong stamina and could cum up to six times in a night. Suddenly, Blair was straddling Jordan on the couch, ready to ride him. Raw. With cum still on his dick, she was too drunk and horny to care about the risk. She rode him for about 45 seconds before she felt her first wave. She was cumming from penetration for the first time. Her body tightened and she started shaking. Blair’s eyes were rolling back and all she could get out was “Fuck, I’m cumming so hard!” in an elongated manner.
When she regained her control, she couldn’t believe it. “My husband could never do that…” Still pumping with perfect rhythm, Jordan said, “Well, sounds like it’s because you married a beta male.” That got her again. She was cheating on her husband with a guy who was dominating him. Her orgasm this time was even stronger, and he rubbed her clit as she shook. “Did I just squirt? Oh my god…” He still hadn’t slowed his pace and his thrusts were getting stronger. “Twerk on my dick!” Jordan said as he smacked her ass. She’d never before put this much effort in for Lucas, but she was willing to do anything for this sex god. He was rough with her, but she loved it. Now he was about to cum, and he got ready to pull out. But she pushed herself back down on him. She wanted to feel a real man cum deep inside her. She accepted the risks. Her husband would have to, as well.
Right as Jordan was getting close, Lucas had called again in another desperate plea to get Blair to stop. “I want you to beg him to cum inside me. No, do it. You’re a bitch. Beg him. I’m putting you on speaker. Okay, now say it bitch.” “Please cum inside my wife.” A confused array of emotions filled Lucas’ voice. “You heard him daddy, please fill me up!” They both laughed. Lucas heard her moaning like a new woman. And then click. Lucas called Tasha thinking maybe she could talk some sense into Blair. “I set them up loser. You’re a nice guy, but this is the cost of marrying up. You need to accept your place hahaha.” And as Lucas reflected on those words, Jordan was cumming inside Lucas’ wife.
She figured he’d be done after that, it was a lot of cum. But he just flipped her over and started fucking her doggystyle. She could hardly express how perfect his dick felt in doggy aside from some dumbstruck facial expressions and an occasional “Pound me, daddy!” They went on and on, into the night. Blair lost count of the number of times she’d orgasmed. It must have been a dozen. Was that possible? She could hardly think and her body was numb. She asked Jordan if he would want to the next time she was in town, a couple months from now. He was in. And she was hooked. Her husband never should have suggested that she throw caution to the wind.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xne8io/blairs_hot_firefighter_a_hotwife_story