bunnywithbenefits, Author at NSFW story

Chapter 52. Hotel Hotwife fun.

A few weeks had passed since my date with Kevin. We chatted online from time to time, still keeping each other worked up and edged. The banter between us fueled so much excitement at home for my husband and I. Flirty notes left around the house. Sexy messages sent from work. Suggestive whispers in the bedroom. My husband and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we got caught up in the thrill of me experiencing another evening with Kevin as a Hotwife. And it wasn’t long before a night was scheduled to explore just that…

Kevin and I found a date that worked and agreed on a hotel for convenience. The days leading up to our date were filled with heady anticipation. My husband fucked me differently on those nights. Harder. More intimately. A physical demonstration of his prowess and confidence in letting me go out on my own in just a few days’ time. And once that evening came, we were both more than ready for it. My husband watched as I readied myself. I wore a tight tan, dress that clung to my hips, accentuating my breasts by how it draped low across my shoulders. Taking one final look in the mirror, I turned to my husband who gave me an approving nod. “Go have fun, baby,” he said as he kissed me and handed me my bag. And with that, he sent me on my way. Read more »

Chapter 51. There’s no place like home. [Hotwife reclamation]

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.” Read more »

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. Read more »

Chapter 49. The French Reconnection. [Hotwife reclaimed]

As I pulled back into my driveway, a smile crossed my face. I was almost giddy to be home, bubbling over with excitement from my hotwife date. I had called my husband when I got in the car to come home, but our conversation was brief, as we wanted to share the details together. And now I was home to do just that. As I stepped out of the car, my husband didn’t let me get a word out before he enveloped my mouth in his. His strong arms pulled me close and wrapped around my little waist, letting me feel his desire.

“How was it?” he whispered into my lips. “Incredible,” I panted back. “Show me.” My husband took my hand and led me straight to our room. The lamp was already on casting sultry shadows over the bed. I walked that way but my husband pulled me back to him. His hands held my waist and traced down to my ass, squeezing it from outside of my dress. He kissed me deeply and said, “you taste like him.” I couldn’t help but smile. Read more »

Chapter 48. The gifted panties. [Hotwife]

I took a moment for myself and breathed in deeply, still slightly amazed at the situation. Here I was, in the hotel room of someone I had only met online a few months prior. Granted, Pierre and I had quickly formed a connection, and my husband was more than supportive of a new Hotwife experience. But even after weeks of planning, it still felt surreal.

The dinner we had shared earlier that night was divine. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the bourbon, and danced heavily on the flirtatious side without being overtly sexual. It was just what I needed to feel comfortable yet aroused.

Now, taking one last look in the bathroom mirror, I straightened my dress and walked out into the bedroom. I wasn’t quite sure about taking the lead to initiate the night, but as if reading my mind, Pierre crossed the room to me and took me in his arms. He kissed me deeply, his tongue swirling circular patterns against mine. I gripped his arms and pulled myself into him, letting myself go in the moment. Read more »

Chapter 47. The French kiss.

Chapter 47. The French kiss.

I’m often asked whether I connect with people outside of the online realm. The short answer is, yes. The longer answer is, yes, but it is selective and not something that I actively seek out. That said, I recently had the opportunity to experience a night with someone from the virtual world. Pierre (name changed) initially caught my attention with his charm, confidence, and kindness. He never saw me as just a body, but as a person with a life of my own, simply enjoying this wild ride here. Pierre always gave me the perfect blend of respect and arousal when he messaged. He shared that he was French, and what he did professionally. We spent time on zoom just talking and laughing about everything from sex to business to music and beyond. His voice was deep, calm, and soothing. I found myself lost in it when he laughed. After many months of chats and zooms, we decided to have dinner. Just dinner. No expectations for afterwards. And yet I think we both knew that the possibility of something more was in the cards. Read more »

Chapter 46. Good vibrations. [MF] [vibrator]

Taking one more look in the mirror, I brushed a few stray hairs from my eye and smiled at the final look. Tonight, my husband and I were attending a charity event and I felt stunning in my new dress. It was a shimmery, white dress that dazzled in the light. I slipped on my heels and searched for the right jewelry to complement the dress. Nothing seemed to be the right fit. I let out a sigh just as my husband walked in. He was already in his slacks and button-down. The cut of his sports coat accentuated his build in such a way that made me want to stay in for the night instead.

He crossed over to me and I ran my hands up his shirt, opening his coat just enough to feel his firm chest under my fingertips. A smile crossed his lips as he leaned down towards me. But instead of kissing me, his hands took me by the waist and turned me to face the counter. I felt his hands tug at the hem of my dress, inching it higher up my thighs until my panties were exposed. The countertop was cool against my forearms as I leaned on it, waiting to feel my thong being pulled aside. Read more »

Chapter 43. The Reclamation. [Hotwife]

I fumbled with my phone as I pulled out of Michael’s driveway. My fingers were almost trembling with excitement as I dialed my husband. He picked up on the second ring, but even so, I could hear my breathing grow more rapid with each second that passed. I could hardly wait to share with him all the details from my first Hotwife experience. “How was it?!” His words were uncharacteristically rushed. “You would not believe how amazing it was!” I managed to squeak out. I quickly found that it was a struggle to process the night and navigate a retell of it while driving. Wanting to be safe, my husband told me to just focus on the drive and we could share everything once I got home.

He met me at the door as I walked into the house. Without saying a word, he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. “I can taste him on you,” he whispered against my lips. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that he was smiling as he said this. I began to throb between my legs, thrilled that he relished how I tasted. I kissed him deeper, wanting him to take in all that he could. His hands held the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He tilted my head slightly to kiss up my cheek to my ear and neck, nuzzling into me and telling me “You smell like him, too. I want to get it off of you.” Taking me by the hand, my husband began to lead me back to our bedroom. Read more »

Chapter 42. One round is never enough.

It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Laying in Michael’s bed, my head was cradled against his bare chest as he stroked my back slowly. In the span of about three seconds, my mind replayed the events that had just transpired. Michael had asked me over to his house. My husband had helped me select lingerie to wear there. And now here I laid, breathless and exhilarated, my pussy full of Michael’s cum for me to take home.

He pulled me in for a soft kiss and offered to get me some water. As he left the room, I reached for my phone to text my husband. He was thrilled to hear that I had enjoyed myself, and even more excited to know that I would be coming home filled. I placed my phone down just as Michael came back with water, expecting that I’d soon be cleaning up and heading home. But instead, after I had taken a drink, Michael placed the water down on his nightstand and crawled back in bed with me, pulling the sheet up over our bare bodies. Read more »