I don’t know if anyone else has had this happen, but I’ll tell it exactly how it went down.
Some time ago, I got into a real-deal hotwife arrangement with a married couple. First time we met, it was new territory for all three of us, everyone a little nervous, everyone curious. I was early 30s, they were mid-40s.
At first, we eased into it, once a month. The first couple of times I fucked her with a condom. It was still hot, but I was already imagining what it would be like to feel her raw.
Three months in, we finally ditched the rubber. I’ll never forget the first time I slid bare into her: warm, wet, tight… she moaned so deep I thought she’d cum right away. Not long after, they asked me if I’d be up for more than once a month. I didn’t even have to think, of course I said yes!
And who wouldn’t? She was fucking gorgeous — 1.68m, medium tits that filled my hands perfectly, a perfectly round ass that begged to be grabbed while I pounded her, and a pussy that looked and tasted like sin. Even after three kids, her body was a masterpiece. Smooth skin, tight curves, not a mark out of place.
We moved to once a week, mostly Fridays, perfect for me because I could get there early and take my time with her. Week after week, the chemistry got heavier. She started looking at me differently, touching me longer, lingering after we finished. One “rule” was no kissing, but one day she just grabbed my face and shoved her tongue in my mouth mid-thrust. Her husband’s eyes went wide, but later he just… stopped protesting.
Then one day, in the middle of me fucking her from behind, she moaned, “I love you,” into the pillow. Moments later she was begging her husband to let me cum inside her. He kept saying no until one day he gave the nod.
The first time I filled her raw, she clung to me like she never wanted me to stop. And that’s when it all changed. She became insatiable. Soon we were meeting 2–3 times a week, and I was fucking her everywhere in the house. Bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower wall, flat on their marital bed while her husband watched, even on the couch with her legs over my shoulders while she screamed. The kissing turned feral — she’d bite my lip, moan into my mouth, and suck my tongue while I pounded her.
Her husband put on a brave face, but I could see it eating him alive. Watching his wife cum on my cock over and over, seeing her claw my back, hearing her tell me she loved me while I emptied myself inside her… it had to be .......
Then came the call that tipped it over. She asked if I could stay the whole weekend. Normally, plans were made with all three of us, so I asked if her husband knew. “No,” she said, “but he won’t care.” I told her to talk to him first.
They fought. Hard. But in the end, he gaves in.
Friday night I fucked her twice. In the middle of night, one more. Saturday — three times, each one dirtier than the last. Every time we finished, she cuddled with me and held me long and tight and stroked my chest
And Sunday morning she woke me by sliding under the covers and sucking my cock until I was rock-hard, then climbing on top and riding me before breakfast. Seven times in one weekend. Six loads deep inside her, one thick shot all over her pretty face.
When I left Sunday, the air was tense. She kissed me goodbye like nothing was wrong, but I wanted out fast. For weeks, silence.
Then, out of nowhere, she called me behind her husbands back. Told me he was done and scared of losing her. I told her I respected that… even though I knew I’d miss fucking her tight little cunt.
She didn’t care. Kept calling, begging to come over, saying she needed me inside her. I refused every time.
Until one day… fate handed me temptation. We ran into each other at a thermal spa, eyes locked like nothing had changed.
To be continued…
Some time ago, I got into a real-deal hotwife arrangement with a married couple. First time we met, it was new territory for all three of us, everyone a little nervous, everyone curious. I was early 30s, they were mid-40s.
At first, we eased into it, once a month. The first couple of times I fucked her with a condom. It was still hot, but I was already imagining what it would be like to feel her raw.
Three months in, we finally ditched the rubber. I’ll never forget the first time I slid bare into her: warm, wet, tight… she moaned so deep I thought she’d cum right away. Not long after, they asked me if I’d be up for more than once a month. I didn’t even have to think, of course I said yes!
And who wouldn’t? She was fucking gorgeous — 1.68m, medium tits that filled my hands perfectly, a perfectly round ass that begged to be grabbed while I pounded her, and a pussy that looked and tasted like sin. Even after three kids, her body was a masterpiece. Smooth skin, tight curves, not a mark out of place.
We moved to once a week, mostly Fridays, perfect for me because I could get there early and take my time with her. Week after week, the chemistry got heavier. She started looking at me differently, touching me longer, lingering after we finished. One “rule” was no kissing, but one day she just grabbed my face and shoved her tongue in my mouth mid-thrust. Her husband’s eyes went wide, but later he just… stopped protesting.
Then one day, in the middle of me fucking her from behind, she moaned, “I love you,” into the pillow. Moments later she was begging her husband to let me cum inside her. He kept saying no until one day he gave the nod.
The first time I filled her raw, she clung to me like she never wanted me to stop. And that’s when it all changed. She became insatiable. Soon we were meeting 2–3 times a week, and I was fucking her everywhere in the house. Bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower wall, flat on their marital bed while her husband watched, even on the couch with her legs over my shoulders while she screamed. The kissing turned feral — she’d bite my lip, moan into my mouth, and suck my tongue while I pounded her.
Her husband put on a brave face, but I could see it eating him alive. Watching his wife cum on my cock over and over, seeing her claw my back, hearing her tell me she loved me while I emptied myself inside her… it had to be .......
Then came the call that tipped it over. She asked if I could stay the whole weekend. Normally, plans were made with all three of us, so I asked if her husband knew. “No,” she said, “but he won’t care.” I told her to talk to him first.
They fought. Hard. But in the end, he gaves in.
Friday night I fucked her twice. In the middle of night, one more. Saturday — three times, each one dirtier than the last. Every time we finished, she cuddled with me and held me long and tight and stroked my chest
And Sunday morning she woke me by sliding under the covers and sucking my cock until I was rock-hard, then climbing on top and riding me before breakfast. Seven times in one weekend. Six loads deep inside her, one thick shot all over her pretty face.
When I left Sunday, the air was tense. She kissed me goodbye like nothing was wrong, but I wanted out fast. For weeks, silence.
Then, out of nowhere, she called me behind her husbands back. Told me he was done and scared of losing her. I told her I respected that… even though I knew I’d miss fucking her tight little cunt.
She didn’t care. Kept calling, begging to come over, saying she needed me inside her. I refused every time.
Until one day… fate handed me temptation. We ran into each other at a thermal spa, eyes locked like nothing had changed.
To be continued…
