We got an email from a guy in NYC shortly after signing up on Adultfriendfinder.com, it was one of the first messages that addressed us a couple and it was from a bull. Perfect, he was my ‘type’ and he also enjoyed the hotwife kink! He was attractive, a little nerdy (swoon) and came across as a very ‘nice’ guy. After a little back and forth with him we picked a date and time that would work. He happened to be taking a trip out of the city next Friday night and it would be the perfect time to take a detour and swing by our place for drink.
The week leading up to that Friday was a mixed bag; so much talking and preparing and more talking but mostly just really hot sex. Oh my god, the sex! I’ll leave it at this, it was amazing and frequent and that’s saying something for us.
So the days went by and we played over how things would work and how we could schedule everything so that R would be out of the house with the kids and I could have time to get ready and maybe have a drink before he got there. Thursday came and went and finally it was time…I wasn’t sure what the day would be like as a whole but my husband spent the day cleaning every inch of our house and taking care of the kids while I twiddled my thumbs and ‘relaxed’. It was quite nice of him to take care of all the details and make sure everything was just perfect for me to be comfortable. All I had to do was get ready and enjoy myself. I was still in the mindset that I was simply having a drink and meeting someone new so I tried to not let me nerves get to me too much. He made sure that just in case things went ‘better’ that I was taken care of. R had the bed cleaned & made, condoms in the nightstand, wine & beer in the fridge, candles subtly lit here and there throughout the house, all the little details that I would have worried about. As I started to get ready we both were at the peak of our nerves…I hurried though so I would have some time before R left to have a last ‘are you sure’ talk with him. We made a deal, he had veto power any point throughout the night, all he had to do was call the house and let me know.
Before I knew it the sky was dark and it was time for R to take the kids out for the night. We hugged, kissed & said our good bye’s and they were off. The door closed and the house was quiet. I only had about a half hour to finish getting ready but since all the busy work was done I was able to sit and relax and mentally prepare. After taking a few pictures for R I decided to change my clothes just a little so I’d be more comfortable (and have something to do). I decided at the last minute to watch the David Blaine special because it seemed like an easy thing to talk about if there were any uncomfortable silences and I’d been meaning to watch it anyway. I was ready and everything was set up nicely, I put my game face on (for lack of a better term) and decided that I just had to go with the flow and feel happy and hope that the universe had my back and wouldn’t let me come across as a total weirdo. I trusted that if R said he was equally ok with anything or nothing happening that I shouldn’t worry about it, trust him, and see if I could get out of my own head enough to give it a try.
I noticed the time was 6:03 and it dawned on me that I literally only had a few more minutes. I let that sink in and then went to get a glass of wine. I was still just a little nervous and was hoping that a few sips of wine might help calm my jitters. A moment later I heard a car pull in and the door close. I tried to pretend it might be the neighbors so that I didn’t make myself anxious but as soon as I heard the knock on the kitchen door I knew it was him. I opened the door with a smile and let him in. I did my best to appear calm and casual but for a few seconds I was feeling quite the opposite…my thoughts were more like “holy shit, there’s a hot guy in my kitchen that I met online 2 weeks ago, this is one of those strange situations I always find myself in!”. I digress…so He was wearing a nice jacket, jeans, boots, and a tight grey t shirt that had just a few buttons on the top. He was taller than me but not by too much. Right away I noticed that I really liked his glasses and he looked just like his pictures (even better than his pics s that was a relief) We said our hello’s and I mentioned that his timing was perfect as I was just getting myself a drink. I offered him a drink and he quickly seemed at ease and went to the fridge a got a beer. As I poured my wine and he opened his beer we stood in the kitchen, making small talk but I could tell/feel that he was checking me out. Drinks in hand I invited him to hang out in the living room. We talked briefly about if he should take his boots off, I truly didn’t care, but once he came into the living room and sat down he decided to take them off and get comfortable. I sat on the left side and he sat on the other cushion on the right side. He noticed Aaron Paul on TV and that brought us to talking about Breaking Bad, other TV shows, David Blaine, living in the city, etc… Luckily small talk was easier than I expected so I already felt pretty relieved.
For the time, we were both sitting a bit far apart and mostly turned towards each other so that we could carry on a conversation. He was interested in where R was so we talked about that and he liked that R was nearby, he also seemed to understand what things were like from that point of view and wanted to know more about us. It was really nice to be able to talk about R with him and about my marriage and his own relationship. At this point I knew he was easy to talk to, polite, and really seemed engaged in what we were talking about. After lots of talk about everything except how we found ourselves in the current situation, he started to ask more about our profile, what we were looking for, if we’ve had any luck on the site. I admitted that he was the first person we’ve met (in general, not just through AFF) and he said that we were the 2nd couple he’s met (from AFF only, seemed oddly specific about it so I assumed he’d done this quite a bit more just not solely from AFF) but so far so good. We spoke mostly in general terms about what I was looking for, what R wanted from the experience and our overall thoughts on this kink. Although it seems silly now I did make an effort to flirt since R encouraged me to. I didn’t want to appear uninterested so I played up my enthusiasm and tried my best. I leaned in to hear better therefore throwing my cleavage into his lap, I was surprised and playful while he spoke, I asked lots of questions and played with my hair, etc. Textbook flirting, I know, but I’m not a huge flirt or have had a ton of practice so I’d say I was doing well for me. Luckily he made up for my lack of game with his own. I enjoyed that he reached out a few times during our conversation to touch my arm or leg, he often found reasons to lean in and make a little contact here and there. I was relieved that I wasn’t on my own in the flirting thing and it felt good to be flirted with. Even with an amazingly complimentary husband it’s nice to hear and feel like your desired and he did a great job of making me feel like that. The first time he reached out and touched my knee while he was talking a shiver ran up my leg and I almost froze up. It dawned on me that it had been awhile since anyone else’s hands had been on my body in a flirty or sensual way. He was very casual and easy about it but I felt a small jolt in my mind that I should pull away or ‘not go there’, (wifely instincts, I guess) then I remembered that I could turn off the alarms in my head and go with it, it’s why we were in the situation after all. Once I was OK with it in my mind I noticed that i felt more relaxed, sexier, and hornier by the minute. Our conversation was slowly becoming more and more specific to what we each enjoyed, what we wanted to try, boundaries, expectations, etc. It was an easy way to gauge his interest and I suppose mine as well. I was unusually at ease considering I was talking to a stranger about my sex life but it felt comfortable and judgment free so I went with it… He was open and accepting of everything I said, I clarified some things and he did the same. We went back and forth talking about sex, about R, about what we knew of bulls and hotwifing.
At a lull in conversation I mentioned that I was going to grab another glass of wine and I offered him another beer. While I got us more drinks he used the bathroom. I was already settled back into my spot on the couch when he walked back into the living room. I noticed that he sat even closer to me than before, I could smell his cologne and feel even more tension building. Now we were both on the right side of the couch; his body mostly turned towards the TV leaning into me and I was facing the fish tank. He picked up the conversation where we left off and offered his compliments and excitement about meeting me and getting to know me better. His seat was perfect for more flirting, as I noticed his hands found even more reasons to be on me. I was glad that he was showing interest, being complementary and generally flirting up a storm. I wouldn’t have had the nerve to flirt like that so I decided that I would just enjoy it and see how I felt as it happened.
Within the span of a commercial or two he was leaning in close and watching my perfectly glossed lips as I spoke about how great our sex life is and how we’re excited to add to it and I can’t imagine it getting better…I rambled, he was leaning in for a kiss and I semi panicked, I ramble when I’m nervous… At some point (details are fuzzy) he leaned in and kissed me. Again the alarm bells in my head rang and I had to purposely not punch him in the face, I not only managed that but I kissed him back. Then something changed just a little bit… First I was definitely a hotwife, second I really enjoyed kissing someone else. He tasted, smelled and felt different. My mind was laser focused on feeling and noticing the differences and nuances of this new person’s mouth and face. It was intoxicating because he was a good kisser but also because it felt new and exciting and just enough naughty to turn me on. We made out for a few more minutes, sitting on the couch, kissing in between short sentences, letting some linger and letting hands roam. The wine definitely made me slightly warm and tingly so the effects of sitting on my couch making out with a charming guy that we had only met online a week or two prior was a little dizzying. My lips were warm and numb, and not so perfectly glossed anymore. My heart was beating fast and I’m sure I was blushing as my face felt flushed. At some point, somehow, he pulled me to a standing up position and kissed me deeply while we stood in front of the couch. His hands were around my waist and feeling my body as he kissed me deeply and hard, already putting a dominant foot forward. I felt him pressing his body against mine and to my surprise I did the same. He was clearly quite turned on; I could feel the bulge in his jeans as he held my body against his. In a very shallow way it felt good to know that he was hard and ready while making out with me. My hands moved from across his back, around his sides and eventually to the waist of his jeans, I pulled him a closer so I could feel his hard cock against me even more. By all appearances he was more in control of the situation but for a few moments I felt in charge and as seductive as I had in a while. I pulled back from his body just enough to invite him to come upstairs.
As I turned and walked up the stairs I noticed that he was a few steps behind and he was watching me walk up in front of him, I secretly hoped he was checking me out. As soon as we got to the bedroom his mouth was on mine again as we stood against the edge of the bed, me in front of him. My hands were rubbing against his cock and I wanted to take it out and feel it so badly. Ugh! This dude wore jeans that had 475 buttons so I couldn’t easily undo them but he popped one button and they all came undone. It was actually kind of impressive in the moment, could have killed the vibe but he pulled it off. As his pants came down, we pulled his shirt off, the entire time my hands moved around his body. As much as he tried to do the same and run his hands along every inch I held myself back…just enough to tease. I wanted to be in charge for just a minute so with one hand firmly on his chest I pushed just enough to signal him to lie down. With one last flip of my hair and a grin (the one R likes so much) I slowly climbed over him and kissed his neck, chest, down his stomach and stopped when my mouth was on his cock. I took him into my mouth and I could feel his hands reaching for my body instantly. I playfully licked my tongue around the very tip of him, I was enjoying teasing his cock just a little. It didn’t take very long for me to make his cock nice and wet so that I could stroke him while still teasing the head of his cock with my mouth. I looked up and asked him to take some pictures as I was thinking about how much R would like the view. He re-positioned so that his head was now on the pillows and I used the time to take off my shirt and move the hair from my face. He grabbed his phone and I happily went right back down onto his cock. I had my face buried in his lap, hungry and taking all of him, while my ass was in the air. I noticed his head fall back and his hands tangle into my hair. I liked knowing that he was fully present and enjoying my mouth and wanting more. He positioned the camera and I tried to not lose focus. After he took a few he asked between deep breaths if I wanted it sent now or if I should wait until we were done. I told him now was better and noticed him sending the text, all the while I got to enjoy licking and sucking every inch of his cock (I wanted keep him a little distracted). He then held the phone up for me to see the text and picture. I was instantly dripping wet as I realized that R was going to get a text of me going to town on someone else’s cock. I was hopeful he would be excited that things were going well. At some point after I’d had some time to enjoy his body and cock I was flipped on my back, legs spread and he was in front of me kneeling. He teasingly ran his hands down my legs until he reached my pussy. I looked down and watched as his fingers slid inside me and it felt so good I had to lay my head back and enjoy. As he brought his body closer and angled down to eat my pussy I sat up just a little and pushed him back. I couldn’t take anymore foreplay, I needed to be fucked right then and he was more than willing.
As the head of his hard cock pushed against my lips and slowly pushed deeper inside me I was in heaven. He was vocal too (which I LOVE)…he said all the right dirty things at all the right times (even pulled out the slut card- ballsy move but it worked) and made me moan and scream in response. After we made our way through a few positions he came and I was still flying high on the rush of how that had progressed so quickly and smoothly. In a bit of a haze I got dressed, as did he, and we headed downstairs. He headed out to continue his road trip and I grabbed the wine and the phone to let R know that he was gone. After checking in with R and knowing he was happy and on his way home I dialed my BFF and got to gabbing about anything but what had just went down. It was a great distraction and kept my mind occupied so it would all still be fresh when R got home so I could tell him the details. So there I sat freshly fucked, smiling, in my bed of twisted sheets, eating teddy grahams, drinking wine, and listening to my home-girls latest dating disaster as I waited for my hubby to get home and reclaim me…and he did several times and it was fucking amazing!
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