Our second time began pretty much like our first, we met a guy on AdultFriendFinder.com…This time I contacted him first. I was nervous but we both really liked his profile and figured “what the hell”. His profile was full of bright, clear smiling face pictures; he had some experience with couples, and was really handsome. He wasn’t my usual type but variety is the spice of life and a part of the reason we were trying hotwifing to begin with.
We messaged back and forth a bit before moving to text and exchanging pictures…each pic he sent looked better and better. He’s a bit taller than me, dark hair, fit, gorgeous eyes, and he has some amazing tattoos that I couldn’t wait to get a good look at in person. Since this would be my second time I felt better about meeting at our place again and somewhat following the same ‘script’… have a drink, relax and see what happens.
It had been about 3 weeks since our first hotwife experience and we were eager to try it out again. The plan was that he would come by after work on Friday night and hang out for a bit while my husband took the kids to a sleepover. We spent the week being equally excited and nervous as the first time we played out this fantasy. We had a better idea of how things would go but it was a new person and apparently those nerves don’t fade away as quickly as I had thought and hoped they would. The day of meeting Q went just like the first time and by 5 o’clock or so, I was a ball of nerves but at least I was showered, dressed and ready. My husband and the kids were getting ready to head out and with every knowing glance my husband threw my way I got more and more excited. I was once again found myself able to enjoy having an empty (quiet) house, at least for a little while longer. Q had left work and was on his way; he was having a friend drive him over and would be there in about 20 minutes…no more time nerves or any of that nonsense. I went and poured myself a drink and started to get really excited for the night ahead.
When Q arrived I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was even better looking in person and I knew right away that I was going to have a very fun night with him. After we got drinks and chatted a little bit we sat in the living room together and ‘got to know each other’. I was able to text my husband a few times here and there and let him know it was going well. As we chatted I found it hard to pay attention to much of what he said, I was content to just sit and enjoy watching him speak with such passion about his job and family. He had a great smile (with dimples, but the sexy kind few guys can pull off) and I’m pretty sure his eyes literally twinkled a few times…so yeah, he’s way dreamy and I was smitten…and increasingly horny. We sat, talked and drank for a few hours. Ok, it was more like 4 hours, which is insane and left me so much time to drink that I may have indulged more than I intended to and wound up a bit drunk. I was just past tipsy and flirting with drunk to be exact. I texted my husband, more than once, ‘still talking’ and I’m sure that was a bummer but we genuinely got along and had to cover everything from what servers we play on WoW to every detail of his job (I think I deserve an honorary degree in his field, he left no detail out). Eventually I had to charge my phone so I wouldn’t miss a text from my hubby, or not be able to take pics later. I asked him if he would mind coming upstairs for a bit so I could check in and charge my phone. Once I did that we stayed upstairs and finished our drinks sitting in bed. The conversation quickly went from whatever the hell we were rambling about downstairs to more interesting things. To be honest, I don’t remember what we said, or how we sat or how I felt at that point…all I thought of was undressing the hot guy in my bed and fucking him before my husband got home (which was soon). I remember he mentioned that my husband would probably be home soon and we shouldn’t make him wait…and then his lips were on mine as he reached across the bed and kissed me. I knew then that every kiss from someone else was going to be a total mind fuck…in a positive way but still, it’s a trip.
His hands were unusually warm and as he kissed me they began to roam. I felt much more comfortable the second time around and I noticed myself eagerly pulling him into me…then I smelled his cologne and –fuck- he smelled so unbelievably good. I think that’s what stands out the most, I’m crazy allergic to cologne but his didn’t bother me and in fact I really liked it. Having such a reaction to that made me realize that I was definitely into this hotwife kink. From when he kissed me to when we were undressed was just a few brief moments. I was eager to get my hands all over him and to make the most of the time we had left. As soon as I could make my way to his cock I did and as I took him into my mouth I could hear him exhale with such pleasure I almost came right then and there. Almost. Instead I found myself fully enjoying his cock in my mouth; every lick or twirl of my tongue got a reaction and I was loved hearing and feeling him as I teased him and enjoyed myself. After warning me that if I didn’t hold off he’d cum right away I found myself on my back with him kneeling in front of me. My legs bent on each side of him as his hands ran up and down ever so gently. He kissed my knees and down my thighs as he slowly parted my legs and with a last smirk on his face he had his mouth on my very wet pussy. Instantly my head was back and my eyes closed, I tried my best to focus on how his tongue and mouth felt but I was too distracted, I wanted..no…I needed him to fuck me and I didn’t want to wait another minute to be filled up. I put my hands on his shoulders after enjoying his mouth on me for a few moments; I pulled him up just enough to catch his eye and I asked him to fuck me. My plea worked and he managed to produce a condom and move me to the very edge of the bed in no time. It was honestly a blur it happened so fast. With my legs off the side of the bed he positioned himself between them and used his cock to tease my pussy. It was torture in the best way possible. I didn’t have the leverage to push into him and take his hard cock inside me so I had to lay and wait for him to give it to me and eventually he did….first slowly pushing in and then faster and faster. My legs wrapped around him and I had a perfect view of his incredibly handsome face as he fucked me. I noticed he liked to watch the action and I thought that was funny. He often seemed like he knew he should pay attention to something more but was drawn to watching his cock sliding in and out of me and varying speeds and angles. It was different but I found it kind of cute and figured if he wanted a show I’d give him one.
I flipped over onto my stomach bending over the bed and stretched my arms across the mattress inviting him to take me that way. He did and I made sure to spread myself wide so he’d get a show, as I looked back over my shoulder I watched him and his face was absolute lust. I loved it and it turned me on so much that I was dripping wet even more than before. After a while we realized that the rug under us was slipping and the bed moving and making it difficult to keep up the rhythm we had going so we got back into bed and continued. We eventually found ourselves in every tangled messy position that we could get ourselves into. He fucked me hard and fast and was vocal and every grunt and moan that escaped him made me want more and more. I happen to love vocal guys and hearing someone other than my hubby was so exciting, I mentally patted myself on the back each time and it fueled me to want to make him louder and louder. Throughout our time fucking he changed condoms multiple times (safety first I guess?) and we gave each other quite the work over until we both couldn’t take it anymore. He had to tap out, he said he held out so long trying not to cum that he mentally psyched himself out and it wasn’t going to happen, I was ok with that since I was kind of in the same place. We were so turned on and trying not to let the fun end that we both kind of missed the mark. We laid in bed ‘recovering’ for a bit. It’s strange to have another man, naked and breathless lying in your husband’s spot in bed. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it but I took a mental picture and thought about just how random and awesome it was that not only was I fucking someone else in our bed but that in a real short time I’d be doing it again with my husband.
At some point we got dressed and chatted for a bit. He seemed slightly ‘down’ that he wasn’t able to cum but I assured him I’d be back for more on a night where he didn’t just work a crazy long day and we’d have time to relax and cum over and over. He seemed relieved that I wasn’t upset or disappointed and said we’d definitely be meeting up again. I checked my phone and let my husband know that he should head back home soon (I later found out he was already right down the street) and told Q that we should head downstairs since he’d be back any minute. We said our good bye’s in the kitchen and as he left I had a moment of “Holy hell I did it again…I think I might like this hotwife fantasy….a lot”.
I grabbed a box of honey teddy grahams and my wine and headed back to bed to wait for my love to get home. Moments after Q pulled out of the driveway my husband pulled in and came inside. He put our kid to sleep in her room and came into ours. I told him all the details with a smile on my face and even though it’s strange to talk about at first it was exhilarating to go over every detail. I was far more interested in catching him up on our 4 hours of chit chat and he was (not so patiently) waiting for the dirty details. He found it amusing that I was still fairly tipsy from the wine. I eventually got around to those dirty details after gushing about how handsome he was….with his smirk and twinkling eyes and devilishly good looks (seriously homeboy is fucking hot)…and then once he heard I hadn’t cum he knew I was ready. Amazing reclaiming sex ensued. I noticed for the first time that I could still smell his cologne…it was on my skin and my sheets and in the air in our home. While my husband fucked me every thrust reminded me that someone else had just warmed me up for him (I was already a little sore), every breath was filled with his cologne and it was a constant reminder of what a god hotwife I had been and how I had just moment earlier been laying here with another guy while my husband wanted to get back to reclaim me. It made for an intense mix of arousal and kink and it made me cum hard that night. It was an orgasm hours in the making that my husband so wonderfully helped me reach as he fucked me just the way I needed that night. It was amazing and left me outright exhausted.
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