Rainy Day Confession: Stuck At Home Today. I’m Super Horny And I Feel Like Sexting With A Stranger

Ok. I don’t post pics of myself, but if we hit 2500 followers, I’ll post a pic of our first night at the sex club:

Me, two cocks, and cum all over my chest and belly. Let’s see how long Tumblr lets it stay up.

Dick pics don’t bother me at all. In fact, some of them are downright impressive!

Hotwife Confession: I love it when hubby ties me to the bed with silk scarves, blindfolds me, and brings in a friend to have his way with me while he watches. Most of the time I don’t even know who it was. I have no idea which of his friends I’ve fucked or sucked, but I can tell you this much...last Christmas after the secret Santa gifts were exchanged, his brother and I were in the kitchen and he grabbed my ass and said, “Mmmm. Can’t wait to get some of this again!” Yikes!

Lover, fill me up. Hubby, clean me up. Better yet, clean us both up.

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I do miss this feeling. Cancer sucks.

Couldn’t have said this better myself. Great post!

Hotwife Lifestyle - Understanding Our Man’s Hotwife Fantasy and How to Use That to Our Advantage

The fantasy of having a “Hotwife” is growing, in fact, research shows it is growing at a higher rate than a good majority of the other lifestyle alternatives, including the old staple of “swinging” and the modern “open relationship”.  Why is it that a fantasy that revolves around only one part of a relationship – the woman – going out and finding pleasure from another man more intriguing to an increasing number of men than going out and “getting some” for himself?  

Basic psychology tells us that men are highly competitive creatures.  They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the animal kingdom.  Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”.  With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only partner.  Is this really true, though?  Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”?  Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence?  

Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have been able to “capture” the best mate and even when she’s out having amazing physical and emotional experiences with men who may have qualities that actually supersede their own – a better body, a larger cock, youth, more prowess in bed – their woman actually WANTS to come back to them at the end of the night.  While most Hotwife-Husbands do get some level of turn-on from the jealousy and the possibility that their Hotwife may actually be enjoying their dates more than they enjoy being “at home”, the overwhelming desire is the competition and the “win” in terms of having a wife who chooses them again and again even after being allowed to go out and have other men.  

As Hotwives, we may be the focus of the fantasy, but there is that deeper and more psychological desire of a man who, even after committing to one woman, is able to compete with other males sexually.  This is why the desire for “reclaiming” a Hotwife after a date is so strong – it’s actually been scientifically proven that men who are able to reclaim a partner after she has been with someone else have an increase in testosterone levels, which means stronger desire, more powerful erections, longer lasting erections, and an overall stronger sex drive.  So, what does this mean for us as Hotwives?

He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It

As women we’ve learned that inducing some jealousy can actually be a good thing when it comes to dating – before we’ve found our “person”.  We use our female prowess to keep the men who we are seeing guessing…why?  Because they seem more interested in us when it seems as though we may not be 100% there.  So, if this works in the dating world, why wouldn’t it work once we’re married? In contrast, women typically don’t respond as well, or in the same way to jealousy – we tend to worry, question, and sometimes shut down if we feel that he might be “just not that into us”.  Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women.  Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?

For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered.  Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy.  It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy.  It’s not ALL about dates and recounting how well we got worked over in the bedroom (and how much we loved it), though that is the ultimate turn on for our men, it’s also about the little things – the mention of our interest in someone else, the sexy messages that we send to potential lovers or Bulls, the “tease” of how much we loved what our last Bull did for us and how much we’re looking forward to doing it again.  Remember, this ignites the “competition” element of things, which is natural for men.

The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it

You may be thinking, “But I’m doing it for him, I’m not doing it for myself” (a common theme by A LOT of Hotwives), but in reality, our men WANT us to enjoy our encounters. They want to hear about what this “other guy” did for or to is that sent us over the edge, and yes, they want to hear what we liked better about the “other guy”.  I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” were better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t.  That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.

Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are doing for us.  These things come out of their mouths, but what they are really saying is “I want to know that you came three times while he was fucking you, and you STILL want to come home to me”.  It’s their kink, and we have to understand it.  

So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways.  Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”.  Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge.  This may require a little bit of embellishment, and that’s OKAY…trust me…embellishment is your friend in this situation.  Tell your man about your Bull’s amazing cock, how good if felt, how good he tasted, how fantastic he was at oral sex, etc.  These are the things that will ramp up that competition streak in your man and make him want to reclaim you with increased vigor and desire.  

The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants You

Again, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here…  The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you.  His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed.  I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter” and admit to “D” that my Bull was lacking in some way, or I didn’t quite “get there”, he isn’t nearly as turned on as when I tell him about how amazing things were.  I don’t like or believe in lying, but I do advocate for being selective and stretching the truth…maybe your lover wasn’t the best at giving oral sex, but maybe he was an amazing kisser, so a good answer would be “he was amazing with his mouth” and leave the rest up for interpretation.  

We’re women.  We are strong and capable and we are smart.  And the truth is, this is a GAME we are playing for and with our husbands/partners, so we need to get our heads into the game. Furthermore, this is an intellectual game, and we need to use our intellects to get to where we want to be.  Where do we want to be?  We want to have a husband/partner who is absolutely drooling over us, believes we are the ultimate sexual goddess, and in is jealous enough to realize that in order to “compete” they will need to step up their own game in order to “keep” us satisfied – be that with amazing sex, extra romance, other rewards, or all of the above.  

Happy Hotwifing!

-S

Hot story! What an exciting first experience for you both!

My wife and I at the gloryhole.

My wife Sara and I were out celebrating our fourteenth anniversary. She was 36 at the time and I 37. We had no set plans and decided to begin with dinner at a nice restaurant. We finished both our dinner and the pitcher of margaritas we ordered. Upon leaving decided that neither of us should be driving. Instead we decided to walk around the city.

Several blocks away, we came across an adult arcade/bookstore and I kidded her about going inside. She had never been in one and was curious to see what it was like. Who was I to stop her? The store was rather crowded with about a dozen men and two other couples. Everyone looked fairly normal. Most of the single men were looking at magazines and rental movies.

Sensing her nervousness, we joined the other couples in the rather tame section containing lotion, novelties and cards. Before long we boldly moved to the section containing the vibrators and dildos were she marveled at the variety of designs and sizes. It was incredibly erotic watching Sara in front of so many strangers examining the large rubber dildos. By the look in her eyes and deep concentration, I could only imagine what was going on in her mind. I’m sure she was thinking what it might be like to have the different sizes and thicknesses inside her, pleasuring her.

Although extremely attractive and sexy, Sara hadn’t dated much before we married and had little sexual variety. She had even told me that the few guys she had slept with before we met were all smaller than me and she couldn’t imagine handling anything much bigger than mine.

I broke her concentration by nudging her towards the video arcade. Hand in hand, we selected a small dark unoccupied booth toward the back. I locked the door and pulled her into a passionate embrace. In the darkness, we could hear sounds coming from the booths next and nearby. Most were the sounds from the videos playing of people moaning during sex, but we also heard various muffled noises from the people in the booths.

I broke off the embrace to put a few dollars in video machine. A video of a woman being serviced by several well-hung men began playing. It was clear from both of our obvious states of arousal that this was going to end up with us having sex in the booth until we were both fully satisfied.

I stood behind her letting my hands roam under her blouse, rubbing her firm breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers while she watched the woman in the video on her hands and knees sucking one big cock while another was thrusting in and out of her cunt. Sara unbuttoned and removed her blouse in order to give me better access. She reached behind her back and fondled my erection through my bulging jeans. She proceeded to unbuttoned & unzip my jeans and pulled my hard on free.

Her hands began squeezing and stroking my hard naked cock. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. With her still in front of me I pulled her skirt up above her waist and pushed her panties down to her knees. She took the hint and stepped out of them and removed her skirt leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

As I watched her do this, I noticed a glory hole between our booth and the one next door. I also noticed in the darkness, someone was looking through the hole watching us. If the guy did not have his face up against the hole, we would have easily seen into the other booth. The sudden realization that someone was watching us - my wife stroking my dick and me playing with her pussy, sent a jolt of excitement through me. Sara had no idea what was happening.

I ran my hands through her soft mound and spread her lips wide with both hands to show our guest how beautiful her cunt was. I began inserting a finger into her sex and discovered that she was soaked and ready for action. I continued to finger fuck her with two fingers from one hand and played with her engorged clit with the other.

Sara’s body looked magnificent, on display in the video’s dim light as she lean back against my chest. I looked at the hole several times and could make out that we were still being watched. I then had her sit on the bench seat beside the hole. She reached out, grabbed my cock and pulled me directly in front of her. She began licking the head of my cock with her talented tongue. The voyeur was getting a fantastic show.

I decided to tell her that someone was watching us and pointed to the hole. She looked, gasped and tried to fix her clothes. I quickly grabbed her hands and told her that it was ok. She looked at me for several seconds and then asked me “If I was sure?”

I replied by guiding her head back to my throbbing cock. She smiled at me and enthusiastically began sucking me I think partially due to her own excitement and also in an attempt to put on a good show for our voyeur. She looked so damn sexy with her lips around my cock - her eyes alternating between looking up into mine and looking at the hole.

To both of our surprise, our voyeur slowly began inserting his own cock through the hole. Sara moaned around my cock as she watched the stranger’s cock coming into our booth. I think she moaned because it was apparent that this was no ordinary cock. It was huge and it was a beautiful ebony color. It easily rivalled the largest dildos we had looked at just minutes ago. The cock was still mostly soft and was already easily 8 inches long and thicker than my normal sized tool.

I was now reeling at the kinky sexual possibilities that were now before us. Sara stopped sucking and looked up at me as if she were waiting for me to tell her what to do. I asked her if she wanted to try to make it hard. I guess that she had the same idea because she quickly grabbed it with both hands and started rubbing up and down its massive dark length. She never took her eyes off of it as she exclaimed, “It’s big and it feels good.”

I never imagined I would ever see Sara playing with another man’s cock, but it was certainly something I was immensely enjoying as I began playing with my own cock. Sara had managed to bring the faceless, bodiless cock to full attention, as it expanded in both length and thickness. It now pointed up into our booth to what I would have to guess was at least 10”.

I’d never touched another man before, but I had to admit that this was absolutely the most awesome specimen of manhood that I have ever seen. I reached down and placed my hand next to hers on the huge muscle. It was almost hot to the touch, hard and soft at the same time.

I knelt down so that we were both eye level with this impressive shaft and I began rubbing the shaft against Sara’s face. Back and forth across her cheeks, her forehead and finally her lips. As I was doing this, Sara’s hands went between her legs as she played with her clit. I don’t think she consciously realized that she was doing this.

At that moment, I wanted to see her suck this big cock or at least suck as much as she could possibly get into her mouth. I asked her if she wanted to take it in her mouth and she looked into my eyes and nodded yes. Still holding the cock, I held it just behind the smooth head and I began rubbing the tip right across her lips. I told her to open up and as she did, I fed just the head inside. Her tongue licked all over the head up to my fingers. I than feed her a few more inches which allowed her to really start using her whole mouth.

Soon she had as much of this large cock as she could fit in her mouth. I began pumping the cock in rhythm with her sucking. With my other hand, I resumed playing with her dripping pussy. Eventually she switched to sucking the cock with a twisting action. I have enjoyed this technique many, many times.

She pleasured the shaft for at least 15 minutes while I teased her clit and continued to slide two fingers in and out. I knew that her poor mouth must have been getting tired. I wanted to fuck her badly yet couldn’t tear myself away from watching her giving this erotic blowjob to a complete and perfect stranger.

It was extremely erotic to see Sara’s pale white checks bulging with the big black shaft. I began to wonder if she would be willing to let this massive black rod into her sweet juicy pussy while I watched and helped or if we could accomplish that in the confines of the small booth.

What Sara did next both surprised and shocked me. She took the cock from her mouth and kissed me passionately on the mouth. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, she began rubbing the cock against both of our faces. It was covered with her saliva. It felt so hot and wet on my face as she pulled it down closer to our kiss.

We soon began kissing each other all around the shaft, lips rubbing back and forth, and our tongues teasing each other’s by darting and flicking underneath. I was completely lost. The world was receding. There was nothing real in the world to me right then but Sara, our mouths and this beautiful long hard dark penis. I would never have done this to another man, but this was not a man, this was just a cock and nothing more, for Sara and I to share in our privacy.

As I followed the path of her tongue, she led me from the cock’s base all the way to its head. Her tongue pulled away slightly, leaving me to stop with the tip of the head perched in between my open lips. I paused and looked into her eyes. Sara smiled and asked me if I wanted to finish what she had started. I didn’t need to answer, as she knew as much as I did, how badly I wanted and needed to do this. She gently pushed my head forward as I began sucking my first cock.

I held the shaft with both hands and tried to suck as best as I could. My only experience was that of having the same done to me countless times. I closed my eyes as I concentrated, and I felt Sara’s familiar mouth now engulfing my own rock hard cock. I matched her rhythm, strokes and tongue movements in order to give this stranger’s cock the same pleasure that I was receiving.

I could feel the shaft in my mouth throbbing in unison with my own. The world further receded. Now I was only aware of my throbbing prick and my mouth. The rhythms, the sucking, the tongues, the pleasure was all the same. It was as if I were sucking my own cock. I could not last much longer nor did I want this to end.

Sara could tell I was close as she increased her intensity. I did the same. I was cumming. I could feel the pulsing, shooting jet after jet of cum into her mouth. The cum tasted sweet and salty and it easily filled her mouth - my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t just me that was cumming. He blasted against the roof of my mouth, filling it. I swallowed three times, still had a mouthful and the cock was still cumming.

I pulled back as another jet splashed my cheek. Sara was now beside me and quickly guided it to her mouth as the next shot covered her tongue. She engulfed the ebony prize as it gave up its last few shots. Now totally spent, the ebony pole soon began to soften as she let it slip from her mouth. She turned to me and we kissed. Our tongues pushed cum into each other’s mouth as we played and savored the taste. I held her in a loving embrace as we licked the remaining cum from each other’s lips, chins and cheeks.

I looked at the wall. The cock was gone. I could see into the next booth and it was now empty. As we were recovering from the sexual high, someone else entered the next booth and began watching us. Another stranger was getting to see Sara’s naked body. Her breasts were magnificent and I know the voyeur had a good view of her wet unfucked pussy. I meant to remedy that soon.

Sara smiled at me and we dressed in front of our new voyeur. Once dressed, we exited the booth and headed out of the store but not before purchasing a souvenir. We could not get home fast enough, but as soon as we did, I brought her to five orgasms with her new 10” black toy. I had a feeling that our sexual adventures had just begun.

Cheating Wife Confession: In His Office

After having gotten my hands on his beautiful cock that afternoon, I couldn’t wait for more. I wanted him inside me so bad it actually hurt. We had arranged to meet for “lunch” at his office the next day, but neither of us wanted to wait that long. Within an hour after he left, we were texting back and forth about what had happened, what we wanted to happen, and how we were going to keep it all a secret. I couldn’t believe how excited I was all night. My phone was on silent so hubby wouldn’t notice, but he heard it a few times and saw me surreptitiously typing replies. When he asked who I was texting with so late, I told him it was just my sister. (Note to husbands and boyfriends: in case you’re wondering...if she’s constantly hiding the screen, keeping the phone on silent all the time, laying it face-down, and making sure she doesn’t ever leave it unattended...yes...she’s almost definitely cheating on you!)

By the time I went to bed, the flirting had moved on to downright raunchy sexting! I was aching and my pussy was dripping wet. I had the phone on my night table when G came to bed. It buzzed and he asked me again who that could be. I told him my sister was having problems and might text me at all hours. I stuffed the phone under my pillow and turned toward G. I put on my sexiest grin and said “Hey, hon...I know it’s late, but would you mind going down on me tonight?” He was between my legs and licking my soaked pussy within seconds. I heard the phone buzz again, and I said, “sorry hon...please keep going. I’ll tell her I’m going to bed and to stop texting.” While he continued eating my pussy, I picked up the phone and secretly snapped a picture of him going down on me and sent it to Tom with the caption, “I wish this was you!” A few second later, I got a pic of Tom’s hand wrapped around his cock with the caption, “wish you were here.” I typed the obvious response: “so do I.”

After a few minutes, G gave me the orgasm I needed and as I came, he started to mount me. He slipped his dick inside me, and thrust his hips back and forth a few times, cumming almost instantly. As usual, his dick shrank quickly, and slipped out of me as his cum leaked down my ass crack onto the sheets. He rolled off me, gave me a kiss, and turned toward his side of the bed. I got up, grabbed my phone, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I texted Tom one last time, and told him I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait for lunch the next day, and needed some relief from all the built up sexual tension from our texting. I wished he was the one who’d made me cum, and in reality...it was, since I was thinking about him and his big, beautiful cock the whole time, fantasizing that it was his mouth on my pussy and his fingers exploring my g-spot. 

The next morning, after the kids went off to school and G went to work, I texted Tom to say good morning. I was hoping he hadn’t had second thoughts, and that we were still “on” for lunch. He was already at work, and had a lecture starting in a few minutes. He said he’d be on “radio silence” for an hour or so, but he’d text me when he was out of class. I put on my robe, made a cup of coffee, and thought about what to wear to lunch. I picked a cute sundress with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that would show off my tits and accentuate my figure. I found a nice lace thong and demi-cup bra that would really make “the girls” look good. I picked out a sexy pair of pumps with high heels. I was going to do my best to look as sexy as I could for our first “date.” 

He texted me about 10, and said lunch would be great around noon. He gave me directions to his office, and told me where on campus I could find the best parking. I asked how much time we’d have, and he said he didn’t have another class after lunch until 3. I hopped in the shower and washed up, but not before treating myself to a quick orgasm with my massaging shower head. After the shower, I did my hair and makeup and got dressed. I looked myself over in the mirror and felt pretty confident that he would be more than pleased. I thought about it for a minute, and realized that i hadn’t gotten all dressed up to attract a man in years. It was really exciting!

I arrived on campus at about a quarter to twelve, and found my way to the second floor of the administration building. When I knocked on his door, he beckoned me in as he finished his phone call. As a dean, his office was larger than the little cubicles most college professors get stuck in, and had a nice view overlooking the quad. I walked over to the window and did my best to give him a nice view of my silhouette as I stretched my back, pushing out my tits in a little show just for his benefit. As he hung up the phone, he rose from his desk and crossed the room to give me a hug and kiss. Our tongues met as our lips locked, and the electricity shot through my body once again. He broke the kiss and went over to the door to give us some privacy and ensure we’d be undisturbed. He locked the door, and turned back toward me. Damn! He looked sexy. He was wearing suit pants, but had removed his jacket and tie, and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to reveal his tattoo sleeves underneath. As he crossed the room, I could feel my pussy start to quiver with anticipation, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wasn’t used to kissing someone so tall. Luckily my heels helped with the height difference, but he had to bend down pretty far to reach me. I had my arms around his neck and he held me by the waist as we kissed again. This time I broke the kiss and ran my hands over his chest, feeling his toned body. I pushed him gently backwards toward his desk, and teasingly pushed him into his chair. 

I hiked up the skirt of my sundress and made a show of straddling him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck once again. Ahhh, this was much more comfortable. I could feel his cock underneath me, and his strong hands grasped my butt cheeks as we continued kissing and caressing each other. He kissed my cheek, and then my ear, and bit my earlobe softly. then he kissed down my neck and across my collar bone, and I arched my back for him. He kissed his way across my chest and as he reached my considerably accentuated cleavage, he grasped both breasts and gently pushed them upward, giving each a kiss through the thin fabric of my dress. I decided to return the kisses in kind, and pulled his head up by his chin, giving him a kiss on the lips. As he opened his mouth to kiss me back, I nibbled his lower lip. Then I kissed his cheek, and moved downward in a train of kisses to his neck and chest. when I reached the first button of his shirt, I deftly opened it with one hand, revealing his tattooed chest. I bent down to get one more button undone and give him another kiss, and I slipped off his lap and moved my hands to his thighs, separating them as I knelt on the floor in front of him. I caressed his thighs as I moved my hands closer to his crotch, and I could feel his manhood throbbing and straining for release. I unbuckled his leather belt, and undid his pants, slowly unzipping his fly. He pushed my hair out of his way so he could see my face, and as I reached in to take out his cock, he ran his fingers through my hair on both sides of my head. I love having a man run his fingers through my hair, and it made me tingle all over when he did it.

I pulled his big dick out of his pants, and kissed the tip. It was wet with precum, and tasted salty and delicious. He was SOOOO much bigger than G, and I couldn’t hold back from trying to deep throat his huge member. I hadn’t had a cock this big since I was in college, and I wasn’t sure I could still do it without gagging, but I was damn sure going to try! I ran my tongue in a circle around his head, and licked the tip again before tilting my head and licking it from the base to the head on the left side, and then tilting the other way and licking all the way up the right side, all while locking eyes with him. Then I licked his balls, taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking before licking his shaft right up the underside until my tongue hit the tip again and I was rewarded with a twitch of his cock and a fresh glob of delicious precum. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked gently. As I took more of him into my mouth, a teased him with my tongue. I got almost to the base of his shaft when I began to gag a little. I concentrated as hard as I could on suppressing the reflex, and took him deeper into my throat. I held my breath as he blocked my air passage, and felt him deep in the back of my throat as my lips reached the end of his cock. I held him there for a second or two, and then began bobbing my head up and down on his huge rod as I caressed his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. He continued to stroke my hair as he held my head with two hands. He wasn’t pulling me down onto him, but the feeling that he might do so at any moment was driving me wild. I deep throated him a couple of more times, and when I felt his balls begin to tighten, I stood up, pulled my skirt up, pulled down my thong and kicked it off to the side, and mounted his lap again. I pressed my dripping wet pussy against his shaft and moved my hips forward and back, stroking him with my pussy lips. I felt his hips moving as he gyrated them against my snatch, and he grasped my waist as our pelvises did their mating dance. I looked him in the eyes and said, “now. Fuck me now, Tom.”

He didn’t waste any time, and grasped his cock by the base, aiming it at my tight hole. I lowered myself slowly, wanting him deep inside me, but not sure if he was too big to slip in quickly. My lips parted for his head, and I stretched to accommodate his girth. I was soaking wet, and so was he, so we fit together perfectly. He was filling me up like I hadn't felt in years, and reaching places inside my vagina that no man had hit for years. Even my biggest toys had nothing on this beautiful cock inside me. As he pressed against my cervix, I still wasn’t down to the base of his huge cock, so I hovered there and moved up and down slowly, moving lower and lower, closer and closer, deeper and deeper with every few strokes. Finally, my pussy had stretched enough to accommodate all of him, and I was down on his lap, his cock deeeeeeep inside of me, and stretching me to my limits. I was ready to ride him and began humping his cock as he squeezed my tits, pushing me up and down as I rode him. It was so fucking hot...I was fucking this sexy, gorgeous guy, and thinking of nothing but the pleasure we were giving to each other. Right there. In the moment. Just the two of us. I wasn’t a wife and mother in a stale marriage...I was a sex goddess being fucked by an Adonis with a nine inch cock, and feeling like I was 20 again. He reached down to my clit and started rubbing it with his thumb as we fucked, and within seconds, had me cumming on his shaft, my legs quivering and unable to move. He took over the thrusting from underneath, and pumped deep inside me until my orgasm subsided. 

He lifted me off his cock and we stood for a second, as he slid the papers on his desk to one side. He lifted me up and dumped me onto the end of his desk as he lined up his tool with my pussy again. He slammed into me and took over control...fucking my tight pussy deeper and harder with every stroke. I pulled my dress over my head and laid there on his desk with just my heels and demi bra. My tits were bouncing sexily with every thrust of his hips. I squeezed my PC muscles rhythmically, massaging his cock with my pussy as he fucked me. He began to grunt and he said he was going to cum soon. As much as I wanted him to cum inside me, I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his man seed, and feel it run down my throat as I swallowed every last drop. I asked him, “where do you want to cum? In my mouth or in my pussy?” I got my answer a moment later, as his seed burst inside me, filling me with jet after jet of hot cum. He continued thrusting, and his cock stayed mostly hard...I could feel his cum all inside me and heard the sound of my sloppy, cum-filled pussy as he continued fucking me. He rubbed my clit some more, and I began to cum again. As the electric shocks and heat started coursing through my body, my legs straightened involuntarily and started shaking uncontrollably. I came hard on his cock, and I could feel him just beginning to soften as his cum started dripping out of my pussy, down his balls, and onto the edge of his desk.

He kissed me deeply, and I could taste the sweat on his lips. We were both covered in perspiration from our exercise, and we were panting as we came down from the sexual high that we’d both just shared. He pulled the rest of the way out of me, slumped into his chair, his pants around his ankles, and his cock hung between his legs, glistening in our combined sex fluids. I couldn’t resist the urge, and I knelt in front of him again, naked except for my bra and heels, and licked and sucked his cock clean. I helped him straighten himself up and get dressed. I stood in front of him naked, and he stared at my body. I spun around for him, and blew him a kiss as I reached for my dress. I slipped into it and straightened it out, as I felt more of his cum flow out of my pussy and down my thigh. I grabbed a tissue from the desk and wiped up the glob of sticky cum from my leg, wiped my pussy, and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket. I bent over to pick up my thong, and he playfully slapped my ass. I stepped into the thong and pulled it up, straightened my dress, and asked, “did you enjoy your lunch?”

“That was the best damned lunch I’ve had in years,” he said as he smiled at me. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

I looked him deep in the eyes and said, “me too. Can we do this again tomorrow?”

Sometimes I just need a bigger, thicker cock than yours to stretch me out, dear. And I love you so much for encouraging me to find one.

Me ;)

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