So…I had an amazing last minute hook up that I thought I’d share since this experience was a little different than most others. A little background: Rich is a guy from AFF that had messaged us in April and seemed like a perfect fit for us. We loved his profile and photos, he has more than a dozen testimonials from couples, wives and swing groups and his approach to playing with couples was just what we look for. Not only that but he’s easily one of the most attractive guys I’ve had the pleasure of chatting with.
I was beyond flattered that he got in touch with us and wanted to meet. He and I chatted a little bit and tried to set up a time to meet but it never seemed to work out and to be honest I was majorly intimidated so I was ok with procrastinating and just having the fantasy of it for a while longer. Well that was about to change!
Last week my best friend, the only person who knows we’re open, flew in for a visit and would be staying with us for a few days. Hooray! I finally could talk to her in person about all these amazing experiences and have her help me go through profiles and all that fun stuff. I highly recommend having one vanilla friend you can trust to talk to and even better if they’re single so you can go out together. We checked each other’s prospects out; gossiped and bitched about guys much like we did back in the day. So we pick her up from JFK and for the next few days we put hotwifing on the back burner until her visit was over. Lately we’ve had a lot of fun and excitement around hotwifing so we thought it might be fun to meet someone as soon as she was on her flight back. Clearly we really couldn’t wait and wanted to set something up for the moment she left. Something about it felt a little extra exciting so we were really looking forward to it. I tried the first bull since it had been awhile and he rarely comes out of the city. I got a ‘it’s probably a busy day for me”. Yeah… Ok then…moving on. I have wanted to get back into the actors bed since I was on my way home from fucking him the first time and this would be at night so it was the perfect chance to fuck in front of his windows looking out over NYC and the Hudson all lit up. I was hesitant to message him since I don’t know where he stands on meeting up again but I sent a ‘hey…going to be in the city next weekend, any interest in meeting up again’. For the record this isn’t the first time I’ve hesitated from not knowing if the person I met wants another go and I have to say that I hate sending those texts; call me old fashioned but if you fuck someone and have a good time/want to do it again it might help to let that person know. Hell if you’re enthusiastic about it I’ll be putty in your hands. Rant done! So in the last week or two the actor started seeing someone (lucky chic). Awesome for him and all but goddamn for me 😉 I also reached out to several guys who are in the NYC and I could easily get to after a trip to JFK; unfortunately nothing panned out despite my efforts. So feeling discouraged we figured we’d just let it go and if anything worked out without us having to bend over backwards then great and if not we’d have a relaxing night at home. Her visit came and went and we had kind of forgotten about meeting anyone since her flight plans changed and we wouldn’t have to bring her to JFK like we had intended. So here we are with a Saturday night off and no plans made. When the familiar chime of a text notification came in I was surprised to see it was Rich. Pleasantly surprised and a little turned on. It had been a long while since we’d chatted and I assumed he had lost interest. I was wrong; he wanted to meet that afternoon. My husband and I snuck off a few times to consider if it was something we wanted to do. We usually chat a bit more and have some notice before meeting someone new but the reality was that I was excited and he was as hard as a rock at the thought. We had intended to get back at it after the airport so even though we weren’t in that frame of mind since plans changed having an offer from him on the table was too hard to resist. Lucky for me my bestie is one of the best stylists ever so while she was here she was keeping me looking good so I was ahead of the ‘getting ready’ curve by a little bit. I texted him back that I’d love to meet up, we exchanged details and then he tells me he only has until 8 or so and then his family would be back to his place. It was already 4 and I had to shower and drive 45 minutes. Apparently with the right motivation I can get my shit together real quick and I was on my way within an hour (I did forget to put mascara on in my rush to get out of the door but I didn’t notice until I got home, hopefully he didn’t notice at all).
With a flirty kiss good bye to the husband and good night hugs to my kids I was on my way. I threw on my go to playlist for hotwife adventures and set off on a beautiful drive to his cabin. I knew my way for most of the drive so I was able to enjoy the amazing mountain views and wide open highway. It was the perfect weather to have the windows down, music blaring, thoughts of my husband and the fun that I was about to have ran through my mind. It was one of the only times I wasn’t terribly nervous on the way there, I guess I just didn’t have time and I genuinely wanted to meet his handsome guy I’d been chatting with for a while. When I got to his cabin I was relieved that I found it (way out in the woods) and I was so turned on. I parked and called my husband to check in, the service was terrible so I asked if I could skip calling once I was inside since it would likely be worse. Since Rich had so many testimonials and we had been chatting since April he was ok with it and sent me in with an enthusiastic ‘have fun’. I grabbed my purse and tuned the car off and took a minute. The house was a beautiful cabin with huge floor to ceiling glass windows facing the front, I saw him walk past and towards the door and stick his head out, and he signaled me to come in. Well my minute was cut short and I went right in.
As I walked through the door he came up with open arms and hugged and kissed me. He was smiling and warm and so handsome I couldn’t think straight for a minute. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his muscles push against my body. As he moved back I couldn’t help but practically giggle when I noticed his perfect smile….bright white teeth, a smirk that crawls up the side of his mouth and it’s very possible that his blue eyes sparkled. They’re quite literally crystal blue and complimented his sandy blonde hair (which was almost reddish with a crazy awesome streak of blonde/white in the front…sounds crazy but looked fucking sexy as hell). He’s equally rugged, manly and classically handsome. He could be covered in sweat and callouses or in a tuxedo at the opera and he’d pull it off with ease. Let me just say that my husband is the same way and if I have a ‘type’ that’s what it is…someone who can easily and confidently pull off either extreme and look good doing it. So I’m in his place and we chat a bit about the drive there, the fact that I called my hubby as soon as I found the place, etc. He’s kind, welcoming and every word he says with his sexy voice has me hanging, he’s distractingly good looking. I put my purse on his big overstuffed beige couch and he leads me on a little tour of his place. It didn’t last long….something like ‘well we’re in the living room, here’s the kitchen, dining room and oh, come back here and I’ll show you….’ BAM in the bedroom. I walked to the window overlooking his backyard and he came up behind me. I probably said something stupid about the landscaping or greenhouse while he made his way closer and closer. His body was against my back as I continued to admire the view. I could feel his hands wrap around my waist and his face close to mine as he half looked out at whatever it was I was babbling about. He half murmured some sounds of agreement as his hands roamed. He was so close that I could feel the entirety if his body against mine, I could smell his cologne and hear his breathing in my ear. It was fantastic and it was then then I let go. There’s something intoxicating about being in the arms of another man and taking in all the sounds, smells, atmosphere…it’s truly electric and makes me instantly dripping wet. As much as I loved having him behind me feeling every inch of my body I finally turned around so that I could have my hands all over him.
We stood in front of the window, my back against the wall and kissed. None of the usual flirty playful kissing, he kissed me deeply and hard. I had just enough of my wits to push my hands under his shirt and grab him to me and feel his chest, back and shoulders. If I was intimidated before I was even more so now, I just didn’t realize it at the time. His body is insane and I can’t do it justice with words.
As I ran my hands up his incredible body I pulled his shirt off and got a view of his tanned, tattooed body and I nearly melted. He felt amazing, smelled amazing, looked amazing and was completely distracted with taking in every inch of me; it was my personal hotwife heaven to be so in the moment enjoying him and being enjoyed like that. Once one thing came off everything else followed quickly, he was insatiable and pulled off my shirt, then unhooked my bra and slid it off. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed as he bent down and took them in his mouth…all within what felt like seconds. My head fell back against the window as I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue swirling across my nipples; his grip was firm and the feeling of his 5 o’clock shadow against my skin as kissed and licked me left me with goose bumps. I slowly moved forward enough to give myself just enough room to slide my hands against his pants and start unbuttoning them, the entire time my mouth watered as I thought about sucking his cock. I slid my hands down the edges of his pants (they were light beige and almost a linen material, slid easily against his smooth skin and he didn’t have anything on under them so that helped too). His mouth was back on mine and didn’t leave my lips as his pants fell to the ground and he turned me around so my feet were at the foot of the bed. I stood topless while he stood naked in front of me. He had a knowing look and let out almost a growl as he guided me down onto the bed. Looking up at him as he pulled off my g string and yoga pants was a treat, the room was bright and the sun hit his face in such a way that the red highlights of his hair (and facial hair) were just noticeable. I sat up before he could get onto the bed and I took his already hard cock into my hands. I just had to have him in my mouth so I slowly pulled him in close in and ran my hand up and down his shaft. He instantly relaxed and his hands found my hair. I love that moment when I’m below someone and right as I have their cock in my mouth and I can sense their entire body let go and relax…it’s that relief when a guy throws his head back, takes a deep breath and smiles…it’s just so sexy to be a part of and I was as pleased as can be. Within moments of my mouth gliding up and down him his fingers tangled tightly in my hair as he filled my mouth and started to push harder and further into my throat. My hands stopped roaming up his body and I held tightly to his thighs as he moved faster and faster fucking my face and making my eyes water (happy I forgot the mascara now). I loved being able to take all of him and judging by his moans he did too. He reluctantly pulled away just when I was ready to get on my knees instead of the edge of the bed. He smiled and knelt in front of me pushing my legs back to my shoulders. He licked the length of my pussy, waited just enough to tease me, and then dove in for more. His mouth felt amazing, his hands held my legs back and open, his moans vibrated just a bit against me and he was so focused and eager. I laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed every lick, flick and sensation that was coming my way. Every so often I looked down to see his face buried between my legs, I could just make out the smile on his face when he moved.
I loved how enthusiastic he was, just like my husband when he goes down on me; it’s just perfect and makes an awesome thing amazing. After a while I found myself pulling at his shoulders and needing him to fuck me…but he teased me a little more instead. He moved from the foot of the bed to the side and I greedily took his still hard cock into my mouth again. He thrust hard and fast into my mouth and I was happy to let him hold my face and head in place. When I couldn’t take much more I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him until he eased back. He leaned over me and to the side a bit to run his hand down my body. When he reached my pussy I had his entire cock down my throat again and I couldn’t moan as he slid his fingers deep inside me. Not satisfied he moved his body over mine and started to suck my clit with his arm across my body. Between how gentle his mouth was, the pressure on top of me, how full my mouth was…I had to get fucked…I was teased and ready.
He was back at the side of the bed, my hand wrapped around his cock; while he slid open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom as he stood and turned, like some kind of sex ninja he had it on and was back at the foot of the bed. My legs spread instantly and he climbed on top of me. He paused as he took in everything around him and then leaned back just enough to push the head of his cock into me. Pretty sure I gasped like I always do…and then I felt myself pushing into him eagerly wanting him to fuck me like crazy. Every so often he would, he’d let loose and pound into me as hard as he could and I’d moan and yell and desperately beg for more. He was vocal but not verbal, he was controlled and dominant but every so often he couldn’t help himself and he’d use all his strength to fuck me really good and hard. I loved the back and forth…I loved begging until he relented…I loved watching him pull back and slow down so he wouldn’t cum yet. He frequently slowed down and looked me up and down while he fucked me and then he’d push himself to get as close to cumming as possible before backing off again. He was controlled and enjoying it, he was edging and I was trying to push him further each time. I played with my clit when he pulled back so he could watch his cock slide in and out of me while my fingers rubbed and I moaned and I swore and screamed when he pushed his entire cock into me. Every time I spoke he had to slow down so I made sure to tell him how much I needed his cock while I grabbed for him to come closer again. He stayed over me pushing and pulling my legs where he wanted them as he teased my pussy from each different angle. I loved laying there in his bed while he was kneeling in front of me and enjoying my pussy. I had the perfect view from between my legs. His body was on full display in a pretty bright room; his face was somehow more handsome and manly from my vantage point. He looked focused but not like most other guys, he was totally focused on what was happening right then and there, he wasn’t distracted or in his head or planning what to try next…he was present and was taking it all it and enjoying every little moan, kiss and grab just like I was. There are few people in the world that I’ve fucked that I’ve been distracted by but every so often I’d look up and think ‘damn! He is a sexy mofo! How the hell did I get here’ it was distracting in the best way and I’m sure I was goofily smiling each time I thought it. He didn’t seem to mind or notice; he was trying not to cum yet after all.
My hands were twisted in the sheets, grabbing pillows and generally searching for anything to hold onto while he fucked me, I was worried I’d mark him if I kept holding onto him, scratching him and grabbing him. He feels amazing to hold onto but at some point it was almost too much and I had to cum….then I heard ‘Fuck, you feel too good, I can’t hold back baby’…and ya know I just love when guys talk so I almost lost it right there and came all over him but I’m a masochist apparently and I held off. He went all out and fucked me so hard and I could hardly moan…just focused on breathing and feeling…and then he pulled away just enough to ninja off that condom and he came all over me. I wasn’t even surprised that he’d manage to pull off the perfect cum shot. From just under my belly button to my neck was covered and it was awesome. As I looked down I wished I had a camera and almost asked him to get it because this bad boy should be photographed and brought back to hubby but I decided against it. It would have been a huge mess to get it myself and I didn’t want him digging through my purse on the couch so I took a mental picture and left it at that. He effortlessly moved to my side and lay down next to me. Sweating, out of breath and smiling he said ‘God, I needed that…incredible…mumbo jumbo post sex nonsense words after that…
We lay naked in bed for a long time and chatted. He told me how he pretty much built this house and works on it every weekend (it’s a second home so he’s only in town on weekends). We chatted about our jobs, he works behind the scenes for a show that you watch and love and was nominated for like a gazillion Emmy’s. His job is fascinating and clearly his passion as he talked about it he finally started to regain some energy. I laid there listening to him talk about all the movies and shows he’s worked on and he was equally passionate and excited about each one. For some reason guys really love telling me every dirty detail of their lives so we chatted about his ex and his past marriage as I’ve done now with several guys; I usually don’t get too personal but it was so eerily similar to my past I had to mention it. I don’t think he believed me but that’s ok because it really is out there so it seems unlikely that the two of us have had practically the same strange relationship in the past. After a half hour or so of hanging out naked in bed and laughing and talking he finally realized that I was still covered in cum. He apologized as he got me a towel and I cleaned myself up a bit. I had no idea how long I’d been there but I remembered that his people would be back at some point so I started to get dressed. He threw on his pants and we went to the kitchen. He showed me the various things around his place that he’s gotten from different sets, my kids would have been very jealous of a few pieces. It was pretty strange standing there thinking about how much my kid’s would like this or that but there I was. Since I was getting ready to leave I stepped out to call my husband and check in again before I left. The door was left open between the house and porch so I couldn’t really chat so we had one of those one sided conversations. I’m sure others have been there when all I can say is ‘yeah’, OK, that’s great’, Yup, everything is good here’….not that I have anything to hide but it’s strange to tell your husband how someone fucked you 30 minutes prior…on the phone…while standing next to the guy…so awkward one sided conversation it is. Luckily he gets me and asked all the right questions and kept it brief. I went back in and said my goodbyes with a hug and one last big deep kiss, one more whiff of his cologne and one more ‘Fuck…how is this guy so hot!?!’and I was on my way home.
The ride back was even better…it was cooler, darker and a truly empty stretch of highway. I drove home music blaring once more but this time I drove with a very sore throat and a freshly fucked wet pussy. The entire ride home I smiled and thought about getting home, climbing on my husband’s cock and fucking him senseless while I told him about the awesome time I had. I’m so glad when we got that text we didn’t dismiss it as being too last minute. It was random and unexpected and not our usual style but worked out amazing well for all.
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