Returning home from a Hotwife date always ignites such deep, raw emotions. It invokes feelings that make me feel powerful. Sensual. Primal. It brings me to new heights of carnal desire – a delicate balance between enjoying the touch from a new man, and the yearning to be reclaimed by my husband. My evening with Kevin was no different, and I was breathless as I arrived home. My husband met me at the door and immediately pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, paying no mind to the cool night air that rolled in through the open entryway.
I smiled as he began to kiss down my neck, thinking of how Kevin had finished all over my neck and breasts. Knowing that my husband wouldn’t mind cleaning it from my soft skin. “Fuck, I can taste him,” my husband moaned against my clavicle. I grinned with pride, feeling a sense of accomplishment for returning home with such an erotic treat. Moving his hands lower from my waist, my husband exhaled audibly in astonishment. “Your dress is soaked,” he exclaimed. “I told you he made me squirt,” I teased coyly. “Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting this much. Fuck, that’s so sexy.”
With that, my husband practically kicked the door closed and pulled me back to our bedroom. He was breathing heavily in anticipation for what was to come. Locking the door behind us, he made his way toward me as I stood by the bed. Still fully clothed. I was his gift to unwrap that night. Giving him the pleasure of seeing and tasting my body after another man had made me cum.
His hands were strong and purposeful as they removed my dress. It dropped heavily to the floor, still damp from squirting all over it. My husband cupped my face in his hands and pulled my lips up to his. “Tell me,” he breathed against my skin. “Did you enjoy being out with Kevin tonight?” “Yes.” I moaned back. “Were you turned on by his touch?” “Yes.” “Show me…”
We fell into bed. The sheets pulled carelessly aside as our bodies tangled around one another. My husband stretched out on his back, cradling me in his arm as he continued to ask me about the evening. As I always do, I started from the beginning. Reliving the night for my husband not only gives him a taste of the excitement, but it brings me back to those moments in vivid clarity, fueling more passion for us both as the night unfolds.
I told him how good Kevin smelled when he hugged me hello. How his hand draped across my leg at the bar. The way his fingers ran up and down my skin, teasing the hemline of my skirt. How we kissed in the booth, completely unaware of the other patrons in the bar. The way we didn’t want the night to end once the bar closed. How Kevin touched me in the car. Feeling his warmth. Seeing his cock. Feeling his cum. Orgasming on his fingers.
By the end, my pussy was once again throbbing. I gently stroked my husband’s cock as he listened intently. His hand squeezed my ass from time to time in affirmation. “You’re such a good Hotwife,” he smiled as I concluded my recount. “I have to taste you.” My husband shifted between my legs, grasping behind my knees and pinning them up so that I was fully exposed to him.
His tongue was focused, directing all his attention to my most secret and delicate places, knowing that he could bring me to the brink at his whim. I closed my eyes and squirmed under the intense pleasure, but his hands held me still, pressing my legs up into me so that I couldn’t pull away. He flicked his tongue against my clit, swirling deep circles into me. My breathing became rapid as I felt my body begin to shake. Biting my lip, I looked down at my husband, holding his eyes as I began to cum in his mouth. I could feel his moans against me as he swallowed my juices. The same juices that Kevin made run earlier.
Sitting up on his knees, my husband smiled and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Even so, his mouth still glistened from my pussy. It was an erotic sight. My mouth yearned to be filled. Sliding out of bed, I dropped to my knees, letting my husband sit on the edge of the mattress. My hands worked slowly up his thighs, letting the heat from my skin linger against his. Bringing my mouth close, I felt his hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair into a fist. I smiled, fulling knowing his intention.
I opened my mouth, and with a smooth movement, my husband pulled me down on his cock, letting me take as much of him as I could. I held on to his hips, steadying myself as he began to guide me up and down his shaft at the flick of his wrist. His cock was rigid and I could taste his precum. He hit the back of my throat with each pump. My mouth was stretched and full as he throbbed in me. I moaned as he held me down, gagging on his thickness before he pulled me up to kiss him.
Panting, he laid back down in the bed. Pulling me on top of him, I spread my legs to the side, straddling him with the intent to stroke and tease his cock a little longer. But neither of us could wait. I opened my mouth and let my saliva drip down to his shaft, rubbing it in before lowering myself down to him. His cock pressed into me, gripped by my tightness as I began to slide up and down his rigid length.
My husband reached up to hold my breasts as I rode him, my nipples instantly responded to his touch, hardening into tight orbs for him to tease. One hand slid down to my ass, smacking it firmly each time I moved against him, moving me in such a way for him to bottom out in me in those moments. Tilting my head back, I let my body take over, allowing every erotic sensation to compete for my attention. My pussy was the ultimate winner. I began to drip down his shaft. Deliciously creamy, I felt myself building to orgasm.
Looking down at my husband, I panted, “I’m going to cum.” “Good. Cum for me as I fill you up,” he replied. My body trembled. I felt my husband grip my waist and pull me down on him hard as he rocked into me from below. I cried out in sheer pleasure as I began to cum, feeling his cock throb as he released within me.
I held myself up against my husband’s chest for a moment, allowing myself to fully enjoy that moment. As his hand touched my arm, I laid down on him, feeling his breath against my hair. We stayed this way for some time. Not speaking. Just feeling. His cock stayed in me until he became soft. An erotic sensation in and of itself. We were comfortable. Complete. And more than curious to see where my next adventure with Kevin would take us.
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