Chapter 50. Just drinks… for now. [Hotwife]

I get asked from time to time what I enjoy most about being a Hotwife.  There are lots of little things that make it enticing – getting dressed up, feeling sexy, butterflies from someone new, being desired, letting go in the moment… the list could go on and on.  But for me, the thrill of all that I do is only matched by the support and encouragement I get from my husband.  He is my home base for every experience.  And my latest adventure has only continued to solidify that…

I have been chatting on and off with Kevin (name changed) on Reddit for over a year.  He was one of my first followers and has always fun and kind in his interactions with me.  I typically don’t check messages that often on Reddit, as I mainly chat on my OF.  But something about Kevin’s messages always made me smile.  He would tease me in ways that made my mind spin and my panties wet.  Our conversations ranged from sports, to food, to some pretty intense sexual repartee.  Always respectful.  Never assuming.  It was very enticing and we finally decided to take things to the next level of chatting through a zoom. 

We set up a night that worked for us both and logged on… only to discover that the volume wouldn’t work.  We tried resetting and restarting to no avail.  Finally, put out and pent up, we messaged and decided to just mutually have some visual, but silent, fun together.  If I’m being honest, it was incredibly arousing.  With no audible feedback, the visual component became that much more intense.  It was as though I was putting on a little exhibition while receiving a steamy show of my own.  By the time we both climaxed, my heart was pounding.  Laughing off the turn of events, we decided to try again at a later time and said our goodnights.  I was more than worked up for hubby to have his way with me for the rest of the evening.  

Kevin and I scheduled our second chat, and with the added auditory input, it lived to up every expectation.  Our words were explicit.  Our actions were intimate.  Our finish was exquisite.  We were so in sync with what we enjoyed and how we expressed that.  I found myself feeling very comfortable with Kevin and wanting more.  He agreed.

My husband was supportive of every interaction that I had with Kevin, and was more than excited for me when we decided to set up drinks.  We found a date that worked, and agreed on just drinks.  No other expectations.  When the night arrived, my husband helped select my outfit.  I wore tight red and black leggings with a loose black top.  No bra.  I felt incredibly sexy as he kissed me and squeezed my ass on my way out the door.  

Arriving at the bar, the butterflies crept in.  There’s always a mixture of nervous excitement when getting to know someone new.  But from the instant Kevin walked in, I felt at ease, and the night was just what I had hoped it would be.  We shared cocktails and chatted as old friends would.  Lighthearted conversation led to more flirty banter, and by the end of the evening, our hands were all over each other, and I found myself wishing we hadn’t limited ourselves to just drinks.  

Kevin walked me to my car like a gentleman and just before I opened my door, I felt his hand on my waist.  I turned around and he leaned in and kissed me.  But it wasn’t just an unconscious kiss goodnight.  It was a passionate, I-can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you-for-one-more-second kiss.  He pulled me into him and my hands pressed against his chest.  His arms wrapped around my waist and traveled lower to my ass, holding me firmly.  I giggled and pulled back with a grin.  

Looking down, I noticed that Kevin’s pants were suddenly very tight.  Bulging.  We both knew what I wanted, and he took my hand in his and guided me gently down to the outline of his throbbing cock.  He was rock hard.  I couldn’t help but gently stroke along the outline, taking in the length of him.  My goodness, he was incredibly thick and long.  My mind raced as I leaned back up for another kiss.  His hand moved up from my waist to cup my breast, teasing my nipple through my thin shirt.  It was such an erotic sensation.  

Finally, realizing it was time to go, I thanked Kevin for the drinks and headed home.  I called my husband in the car to share about the evening.  He couldn’t wait for me to get home.  The events from that night fueled many evenings of fun for us, as we fantasized about the next time drinks might come up.  The wait wasn’t long.  Kevin and I were both ready to have some more fun.  

We set a date and met at a quaint little bar, early enough in the evening to take our time and not feel rushed.  I arrived first and texted my husband excitedly.  He told me to have fun and enjoy where the evening took us.  Looking up, I saw Kevin walking in.  He gave me a hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek before we settled into a little corner booth.  He smelled good.  He looked good.  I found myself sitting close to him so that his hand could easily rest on my thigh.  I wore a dress that evening that happened to ride up a bit when I sat.  He didn’t seem to mind.  His hand traced lazy circles on my skin as we sipped our drinks and talked about sexy nothings.  I texted my husband periodically to let him know I was having fun and that things felt good.  He couldn’t have been happier for me. 

As the evening went on, I found myself getting lost in our conversation.  Kevin was flattering and sweet, and he found the most delightful ways to touch me; brushing my hair back with his fingers, tracing down my arm to smooth my dress, pulling my chin up for a kiss.  My whole body was flushed and I couldn’t help but feel aroused.  From the looks of his pants, he felt the same way.  The night flew by in a blink and before we knew it, the bar was closing.  With work in the morning for us both, we decided it was best to call it a night.  I offered to drive him to his car since he had parked farther down the way.

I pulled in to a spot next to his car and parked to say goodnight.  But Kevin wasn’t ready for the night to end just yet.  And truthfully, neither was I.  He leaned over the center console and held my neck in his hand, pulling me toward him for a kiss.  This kiss was more intense than his previous ones.  My panties became instantly wet.  Moving his hand down, his fingers deftly slipped under my dress and bra, pinching my nipple playfully.  I moaned into his mouth in affirmation.  I wanted more.

He looked at me for just a moment before leaning the seat back and working his belt.  “Just a tease, baby,” he whispered.  I bit my lip in anticipation.  Although I had seen him on zoom, and felt him from outside his pants, nothing could prepare me for the moment that he pulled it out.  His cock was beautiful.  Thick and full.  The biggest cock I had ever seen in person.  I grinned as I reached out to stroke him, realizing quickly that my little hands could hardly wrap around his girth.  Leaning over the console so I could use both hands, I looked up at Kevin as I stroked the length of him.  Strong, intentional strokes that left both of us breathing heavily.  

Moving slightly, Kevin wrapped his left arm around the back of me from his passenger’s seat, squeezing my ass gently and pulling me up to kiss him.  My mouth was eager for him to taste me.  I felt his hand start to tug at my dress, slipping it up until his fingers traced along my lacy panties.  They were there for only a moment, as Kevin pulled my thong to the side and slid a finger between my smooth lips.  “Oh my gosh.  You’re so incredibly wet,” he whispered into my mouth.  I blushed.  

His cock throbbed in my hands, and I knew he was on the edge of cumming.  “Are you okay?” he asked, knowing he would likely cum all over my dress.  “Yes, but only if you cum on my tits” I whispered.  At that, Kevin moaned and I began to pump out stream after stream of hot, thick ropes.  They landed on my chest.  They landed on my dress.  They landed in my hair.  There was so much cum.  It was incredible.  I smiled at the result.  Messy.  Passionate.  Erotic.  

Ever the gentleman, Kevin leaned toward me in an attempt to clean up my neck and chest.  I quickly pulled back, insisting, “Leave it.  I want it on me when I go home.”  There’s nothing quite like being covered in another man’s cum when I return home to my husband.  It’s a sexy and powerful feeling like none other. 

With that, Kevin turned his attention to me, not wanting to send me home without a glowing orgasm of my own.  Pulling my panties to the side, Kevin slipped his fingers in me.  My pussy was already swollen from the excitement of the night, leaving him a tight fit to arouse.  His hand moved with intention.  He knew what he was doing.  To say it was intense would be a gross understatement.  My little body heaved in pleasure as my orgasm mounted.  Trying to catch my breath, I was barely able to whisper, “I’m going to cum,” as I began to squirt.  Kevin didn’t stop.  Neither did my pussy.  I continued to squirt all over his hand and forearm.  “Oh my god! There’s so much,” he continued.  I’m not sure how my little body produced so much, but I was so aroused.  

Kevin slowed his rhythm and pulled his fingers from me.  They dripped on my thigh as he brought them to his mouth.  He moaned as he licked his fingers and pulled me to him for a kiss.  “Do you know how good you taste?” he whispered in my mouth.  I smiled.  It was intoxicating.

We took a moment to gather ourselves before we finally said goodnight.  Driving home, I called my husband to replay the evening.  “Drinks were amazing, babe,” I told him with a coy smile on my lips.  He could read me like a book, asking “how did you make him cum?”  Grinning, I replied, “let me show you when I get home.”  And I did. 

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11vxs4n/chapter_50_just_drinks_for_now_hotwife