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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.

My fingers circled around Michael’s abdomen and traced up to his shoulder next to my face. We shared some banter and pillow talk and reveled in how fun the evening had been. Letting out a content sigh, I began to stir so I could get my things to leave. But in that moment Michael’s words stopped me. I could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke. A deep, smooth timbre to his voice. Telling me how good my pussy had tasted. How soft my breasts were. How firm my ass felt. I smiled knowing he had enjoyed my body as much as I had enjoyed sharing it with him.

He raised his hand to mine and pulled my fingers gently back down his stomach. Halting his hand just at his waistline where the sheets covered him, I let my hand continue on lower, discovering to my surprise that he was once again almost fully hard. Turning my face up to him, Michael looked at me in the eyes and pulled his arm tight around me, bringing me up to him for a kiss. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly stroked, relishing each pump as I felt him grow.

Michael wrapped his arms around me, and I lost myself in his kiss. He was fully erect in my hand, but I wanted to feel it elsewhere. Pulling from his mouth, I trailed my lips down his body, feeling his heavy breathing against my hair. My lips quickly found what they desired as I wrapped them around the tip of his cock. I could taste myself on him. My cum mixed with his. My tongue swirled around his shaft, hungry for every last bit.

As I started to take Michael’s cock deeper into my throat, he reached down and ran his hands through my hair, pulling it up so he could watch me. I repositioned so that I could look up at him. My pussy began to throb in desire as he looked at me. “Fuck,” he moaned out, pulling gently at the nape of my neck. It was all the encouragement I needed.

Pressing down on him, I let my throat open. He filled me tight and all the wetness from my mouth was stringy as I pulled off of him. Licking my lips, I crawled up over Michael and leaned down for a kiss. His hands that had been caught up in my hair now slowly moved down to my back. Rolling me over to my side, Michael’s hand traced the curve of my waist down to my hip, finally settling between my spread legs.

I panted into his mouth as his fingers traced my throbbing lips. My pussy was swelling for him and I pressed my hips closer, relinquishing control of my body to his touch. Plunging his fingers into me, Michael bit my lip gently as I moaned into him. His fingers curled in me, beckoning my orgasm out. I drew in a sharp breath and started to cum against his hand, feeling myself drip down my legs. His fingers splashing against my cum soaked lips as he drove through my orgasm.

Catching my breath, I sat up and let Michael guide me over him once again. I lowered down and positioned myself against his rigid shaft, letting my swollen folds slide the length of his cock. Michael reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, his thumbs pressing into my nipples. They stiffened under his touch and my pussy grew wetter still, making his shaft almost slippery as I pressed against him.

Leaning forward slightly, I felt the tip of his cock at my opening, pressing for entry. I wanted it. Michael held my waist as I gripped his shoulders and slid down onto him. It was a smooth motion. Slow and purposeful. He stretched my tight lips as I rocked my hips up and down. My rhythm quickened as I felt his hands move lower to my ass. Pulling me down onto him, Michael bottomed out against me. He squeezed and gently slapped my cheeks, bringing forth a resounding reply from my pussy.

Michael felt it before I could moan out, “I’m cumming.” My warmth poured out of me as I squirted down his shaft to his legs and sheets. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” Michael whispered into my mouth between kisses. His rhythm only slightly changed as he pulled his knees up around me, allowing him to push his hips up deeper, drawing out my orgasm that much longer. I tightened around him as I shook. My eyes closed and I let the waves roll through me, listening to Michael’s breath grow more rapid with each pump. His fingers dug into my hips with a sense of urgency and he grunted deeply into my ear, “I’m cumming.” He held me still with a firm grip as he shot his load into me for the second time that night.

Collapsing onto his chest, I savored the pleasure from the night. Michael gave me one final kiss on the forehead before offering to help me discover my belongings. I thanked him and slipped into the bathroom to dress. But before I put anything on, I sent my husband a text and included a photo with it. It was a close up of my pussy that had been taken so well that night. I felt almost giddy as I dressed, thinking ahead to how my husband would look at me when I got home.

There was a sense of confidence around me as I walked out of the bathroom. I felt alive and sexy. Desired and powerful. It was intoxicating and I wanted nothing more than to distribute that with my husband. Michael walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight. Pulling out of his driveway, I called my husband. My voice was almost squeaky with excitement, betraying the collected woman I had been just moments earlier.

Replaying the night to him, I tried to capture every detail, starting with the wine and strawberries, which I only now realized we never ate. Our hunger had been for something much more carnal that night. My husband told me how hard he was for me after hearing my retelling. Throbbing for me to get home. He had loved the texts from me and wanted to see and taste for himself just what I had enjoyed. With a promise that I’d be home soon to take care of him, we hung up so I could focus on the drive. But I couldn’t help but focus on the night that was unfolding. My first true experience as a Hotwife. The buildup had been exciting. The evening had been erotic. But what was to come would be everything… to be continued.

NSFW: yes

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