Standing in the shower, I let the water run down my skin as my fingers trailed through the winding paths made by the warm droplets. I smiled to myself as I replayed my night with Michael the week before. My first date with him had gone well. Although it didn’t end with us in bed that night, we knew we’d get there soon. And the anticipation for that had mounted to a heady peak. My husband had reclaimed me so intensely that night that I could hardly imagine how intimately we’d connect once Michael and I did sleep together. And this would be the night I would find out.
I closed my eyes and dipped my head into the shower stream, letting my mind wander to unexpected places of desire. Never would I have thought I’d want to be intimate with another man once I was married. Yet here I stood, having experienced that already with my husband present, and now on the precipice of going out on my own to experience it as a Hotwife. A thrill rushed through my body as I thought of Michael’s hands on me, pulling me to him for that first touch…
My fingers ran over my soapy body, lingering a bit longer than necessary on sensitive places that were already beginning to swell in anticipation. My husband walked into the bathroom just then to check on me. He was just as excited for the evening ahead and was to help me get ready for it. I reached out and cracked the shower door for him, letting him view all of me as I rinsed the last of the bubbles from my skin.
Handing me a fresh towel, my husband helped me dry off and pulled me to him for a kiss. I felt him grow against me as his hands cupped my ass under the towel. He gave me a quick squeeze and told me start getting ready before he took me right there against the wall. I giggled and slipped out of my towel to apply my lotion. As I worked the sweet scent into my skin, my husband held up the bra and panty set we had selected together for this night. A red lace Lounge set hung delicately from his fingers as he walked towards me.
He helped me into the panties and slid them up, feeling how wet I already was before giving me a playful pat between my legs. “Bring this home filled for me,” he whispered into my mouth as he kissed me. I could hardly concentrate as I finished getting ready as my mind skipped ahead and back again from being out to coming home. Slipping into my heels, I was finally ready. I texted Michael to let him know I was on my way to his house. There would be no dinner tonight. No bar. No drinks. We both knew the purpose of my visit. Purely sexual. No attachment.
Kissing me at the door, my husband sent me on my way, both of us filled with nervous excitement. The drive allowed my body to calm and before I knew it, I had arrived at Michael’s house. I parked and felt my nerves bubble up once again as he opened his door. We exchanged a quick kiss and made our way to the living room. A bottle of wine and some strawberries awaited us on the coffee table. He poured each of us a glass and we settled onto the soft leather couch together.
We made light small talk to catch up from the week and soon found ourselves lost in conversation. Sensing that things would progress quickly, I excused myself to freshen up first. In Michael’s bathroom, I quickly gave my hair a brush and touched up my lip gloss. Then I texted my husband. I told him that I had made it safely and that things were heating up. His reply was a simple command: “Have fun.” I smiled as I walked back into the living room and sat down next to Michael.
His arm slipped around my shoulder as our casual banter turned softer and more suggestive. I felt my pulse quicken as he leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was deep and passionate. Hungry. And I wanted to feed him. His fingers worked their way under my top and fondled my lace bra. I felt my nipples harden and press through the lace with a sense of urgency. He felt it as well and, without hesitation, stood up and took my hand to lead me to his bedroom.
The room was bathed in dim lamp light from both sides of the room. Michael came up from behind me and gently laid me down on the bed. He crawled up next to me and I turned on my side so that we faced one another. His hands made quick work of my button-down shirt as his mouth trailed the new path that opened for him. I giggled as he kissed my belly button and it gave just enough levity for him to remove his own shirt and pants down to his boxers.
Returning his focus back to me, his hands joined mine to slip my pants down my legs and onto the floor until I lay in front of him in nothing but my red lace bra and panties. He pressed his body on top of mine and kissed me for a moment before positioning his body lower, tracing his tongue along my panty line at the crevasse of my thigh. Pausing briefly, he looked up at me and asked whether he could taste me. Already panting, I lifted my hips to him and said yes.
He carefully slid my panties down and placed them on the nightstand as though they would break if dropped on the floor. His hands slowly spread my legs and his mouth kissed around my inner thighs before trailing up to my pulsing lips. I gasped as his tongue plunged into me, licking and sucking against my clit. I reached down and pulled at his head, willing him deeper in me. As though reading my mind, he slipped two fingers in me and pulsed them rhythmically with his tongue as I began to climax against his touch.
Sliding up my body, Michael kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips as his tongue danced along mine. “You taste so fucking good,” he whispered into my mouth before rolling me on top of him. He guided me as he pulled against his boxers, freeing his hardness in front of me for the first time. I took a moment to revel in all the firsts. First look. First touch. First taste. My hands gripped him with ease and began to stroke, smiling at the feel of him becoming more rigid with every pump.
Lowering my mouth to him, I let my tongue explore. I ran along the ridge of his tip and down his shaft, taking all of him. Hitting the back of my throat, he filled me further than I expected. Michael moaned and held my hair back as he pushed up into me. I relaxed my tongue and let him slip past the barrier of my throat. He grew rigid in my mouth and inhaled sharply before picking me up and flipping me over to my hands and knees.
I felt him hold my waist with one hand as he aligned himself against my slit with the other. “You’re so wet,” he whispered as his tip began to press for entry. I smiled and arched my back for him as he gripped me tight before thrusting into me. Gasping, I lowered my face to the pillow and moaned into it as he took me. His rhythm was smooth and steady, becoming faster as he brought me to climax. I felt myself drip down my legs, covering his shaft in my creamy wetness.
Breathing heavily, Michael paused and laid down, motioning for me to join him. I straddled him and, with one smooth motion, took his fullness deep inside. Laying down on him, he held me tight around my waist as I moved my hips up and down his shaft. His cock pulsed in me and I could sense he was close. He slapped my ass as I rode him, building the intensity within me.
I clenched on him as my core tightened once again. His mouth found mine and I moaned into him that I was cumming. Pushing up into me, he fucked me through my orgasm until he couldn’t hold back. Tensing, Michael said he was about to cum and I kissed him, telling him to cum in me. With a final thrust, he emptied himself into my pussy, gripping my ass in his hands to hold me still on him.
I moved down next to Michael and we caught our breath together for a moment. My heart was pounding. My mind racing. I couldn’t wait to get home and share every detail from the night with my husband. But as I stirred to say thank you for the night and gather my belongings, Michael pulled me in for another kiss. Little did I know that one round wouldn’t be enough for that night… to be continued.
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