Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales Page 4

  Tony was a single guy with an active social life, so we didn't communicate that often. But I thought about him constantly. Mike was very clear that he was interested in proceeding to the next step if Tony ever made it back to town. That seemed unlikely as he had only been back once in the last two years. But of course, as soon as I convinced myself that Tony was nothing more than a safe and convenient fantasy, he sent me a message.

  Hey, my dad is having minor surgery. Nothing serious, but I'm going to be back in Des Moines to help him out for a week.

  My stomach flipped seven different directions before finally deciding to climb into my throat. I loved the idea of Tony, but the reality would be way too complicated. Mike was absolutely loving our new dynamic and I had no doubts what his reaction to the news would be. I considered not telling him, but the news was bound to affect my conversations with Tony and I wasn't about to start hiding details from Mike. Better to just bite the bullet and see what happens.

  "Mike, take a look at this." I handed my phone over to him, my palms already sweaty.

  Mike read the text, "Told ya," was all he said as he handed it back.

  "Told me what?" I asked.

  "Soon. I told you, soon." Mike didn't even look up from the television and his self assuredness drove me crazy.

  "What should I say?"

  "Tell him you are sorry to hear about his dad, but you're looking forward to seeing him again."

  Oh, everything was so simple for Mike. He wasn't the one pondering having another man's dick in his body. He had no idea how complicated this situation was for me. Shit.

  Sorry to hear about your dad. I hope everything goes well. Maybe we'll get a chance to catch up.

  Cool.

  One word. I sighed and turned off my phone. Everything was so simple for the men.

  Chapter Five

  If I thought the days leading up to the coffee date were complicated, I was a fool. The week before Tony returned was pure torture. Work was a blur and I nearly gave myself an ulcer. As before, Mike didn't seem terribly concerned with discussing it ahead of time. I had seven hundred questions running through my head and none of them seemed to have answers.

  Where would we meet up? Were we going on a date or just hooking up for sex? What if we were out and someone I knew saw us? I was so caught up in the details of the day that I didn't even think about the sex itself until the night before.

  Mike and I were lying in bed, another round of vigorous sex that should have wiped me out but instead left me wide awake. Mike was drifting, but not yet out.

  "Mike, what about protection?" I asked. It was more difficult to ask than I expected.

  He opened his eyes and looked at me, "You're already on birth control. Are you that worried about it?"

  I shook my head, "I'm thinking more about disease. I don't know where he's been."

  Mike rolled onto his side and adjusted his pillow. "Don't worry about it. He's clean."

  I propped myself up and looked at him. "How could you possibly know that?"

  He shrugged, "I asked him. We've been talking ever since you mentioned he was coming back. He even sent me a copy of the test."

  I flopped back down, rubbing my forehead. "You've been talking to him and didn't tell me about it?"

  "Well," he said, "You don't have to know all the details. Sometimes you just gotta trust me."

  I lay there for about an hour longer, trying not to think of Tony McBride's cock. It was a losing battle.

  Chapter Six

  Mike decided we would have Tony over for dinner. I balked at the idea. Tony thought it sounded super. I was outvoted 2-1.

  Everything that happened would take place in our own home. On one hand, I appreciated the privacy, but I wasn't sure about defiling our home this way. Mike assured me it would be fine.

  "Besides," he said, "we've been defiling our home for weeks now."

  "True," I replied. "What's one more deviation from the norm?"

  We stocked the fridge with Bud Light for the boys and frozen margarita mix for me. Tony would arrive around six o'clock and I started drinking around four. When Mike put the steaks on at five, I realized I hadn't eaten in hours and the margarita hit me so strong I could barely stand.

  "Are you going to watch?" I asked, a bit of a whine in my voice thanks to the alcohol. "I don't know if I want you to watch."

  Mike shrugged, "We'll see. It depends on what you want and where you want to do it."

  "If we're going to fuck in our bed, I want the door shut." In my drunken state, I felt like that settled it. I'd let Mike figure out which side of the door he was going to end up on. I needed to pee.

  The steaks were nearly done with Tony arrived, a nice bottle of peach wine in hand and looking good enough to eat. I threw the door open and gave him a huge hug.

  "Come in!" I said, trying very hard to keep my voice from slurring. All I managed to do was make it slow and slurred.

  "Thanks," Tony replied, stepping into the house. "It smells delicious in here."

  I pointed to the back of the house. "Mike is grilling steaks." I walked him out, watching Mike's face for any signs of distress, but he waved and then ushered us to join him at the grill.

  They shook hands before I could even offer introductions, no signs of awkwardness between them. I, on the other hand, was about ready to throw up so I excused myself back to the kitchen and left them to it.

  I watched them through the window, Mike handing him a beer and showing him the steaks. Over the next twenty minutes I caught snippets of conversation about an old Chevelle Tony was rebuilding, high school sports, and hunting. They chatted like old friends. And me? I made potato salad and drank.

  I expected the dinner conversation to be filled with awkward silences and botched sex jokes, but it was, quite frankly, boring. Tony's father was doing fine. There was a baseball game on tv tonight. Mike was working on a new cabinet for the garage.

  This didn't seem real. It was such a normal evening, no way this perfectly ordinary steak dinner was going to end in deviant sexual behavior. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or irritated.

  Then the conversation turned to high school.

  "Hey, do you remember that time the whole band walked in on Mr. Walken and his wife banging behind the stage in the band room?" Tony asked.

  I threw my head back and laughed, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that! We were supposed to be in the gym, but it was locked so we all came back to the band room. We could hear her grunting from the other end of the room."

  Tony nodded, "We all thought he was a god after that. The rest of the year, we kept asking him to see the scratches on his back. No one ever told on him."

  "Who was your first boyfriend?" Mike asked, jumping into the conversation.

  I looked at the ceiling for a moment, then dropped my head into my hands. "Scott Schaeffer. I absolutely stalked him for weeks my freshman year. He finally noticed me and on our second date we made out behind the gym at a ballgame. I was up against the wall and suddenly I feel something hitting me in the leg. I look down and he has his dick out, jacking off while we kissed. I pulled away and he stopped. I looked down and I swear to God, it was three inches long."

  Tony laughed, "We always wondered why he wouldn't get in the showers during gym class."

  "He might have been my first if he hadn't been so fucking pervy. I ran off screaming and never talked to him again." I took another drink and looked up at Tony. "Someone else could have been my first except he was too busy screwing Missy Williams."

  Tony laughed and dropped his head, "Man, that was one crazy broad. It was fun while it lasted, but she was a trainwreck. That girl had no filter."

  "How so?" Mike asked.

  Tony shook his head. "She asked me to stick it in her ass on our second date."

  I arched my eyebrows, "Wow. I didn’t even know what that was in high school."

  "Strangest thing though, she wouldn't do oral."

  I stared him, "Wait, what? Why not?"

>   He shrugged, "Beats me. But she was adamant about it. I guess that's why I wanted it so bad. She was my first, but that was the one thing she wouldn't do."

  I was surprised to hear that. "So I was your first blow job?"

  He nodded, "Yep."

  "Well, you were my first, too. I've gotten much better since then."

  Tony raised his beer, "I can attest to that."

  There it was. We were now talking about the present. The reason we were all here. I reached over and touched Mike's hand. "Well, I've had lots of practice with this guy."

  "Then he is a lucky man," Tony replied.

  Mike lifted his beer, "And I can attest to that."

  I suddenly needed some air. I stood up and gathered everyone's dishes and carried them to the kitchen. My hands shook by the time I got to the sink. I stood there, gathering myself. A pair of arms wrapped around me. For a moment, I wasn't sure whose.

  "Are you okay, baby?" Mike asked as he nuzzled the back of my neck.

  I leaned my head back, resting on his shoulder, "Honestly, I'm freaking the fuck out."

  He squeezed me, "You don't have to be nervous. Everyone here understands that nothing happens unless you want it to. As soon as it stops being fun, just tell me."

  I laid my arms on top of his and held him. This was what I needed. This was all I needed. I didn't need that man in the other room. I had a wonderful husband and I was fully content with him. This wasn't necessary.

  I took Mike's left hand and pulled it slowly to my right breast, squeezing it with my own. I needed Mike's touch, not a stranger's. I took his right hand and guided it between my legs. I needed Mike's cock, not a stranger's. I squeezed him hand around my nipple and ran his fingers across my pussy, my silky underwear gliding over my clit. I leaned back, finding Mike's lips with my own. My breath was hot and wet as my tongue entered his mouth. He pressed me against the counter, his suddenly erect dick pressing against my ass.

  I didn't need Tony. And yet..he was available to me. He was a free gift from my loving husband, no strings, no questions. I didn't need Tony, but I was free to want him. I was suddenly very wet. I was suddenly very ready.

  Chapter Seven

  I broke away from Mike embrace and strode out of the kitchen, a woman on a mission. Enough of the small talk, lets do this shit.

  Tony had moved to the living room. He sat on the couch with a beer, watching a baseball game. I walked to him, grabbing his beer as I straddled him. I took a long drink, fuck I hate beer, and sat it on the table. I grabbed his face and kissed him as hard as I could. It took him a moment to recover, but he came back strong. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. My tongue darted into his mouth, his breath hot on my face.

  I wanted to devour him. I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth as I ran my fingers through his hair. I had to stop myself from drawing blood as I pulled with my teeth. He responded by grabbing my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. He ran his tongue from my collarbone to my ear before sucking my earlobe between his lips.

  His other hand ran up to my neck and his fingernails lightly scratched the surface of my skin. It sent sparks from my head to my thighs and I clinched him tightly with my legs. He let go of my hair and brought his hands to my chest. I shoved him back against the cushions and decided that clothes were bullshit. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it somewhere. I twisted the clasp of my bra as Tony's hands slid under the cups and grabbed me.

  His hands were burning hot on my breasts and I let out a squeak as he squeezed them. I arched my back and closed my eyes, grinding my hips against him as he worked my tits. His fingers closed around my nipples and I cried out. I pulled back as he gripped them, stretching them as far as I could handle. My pussy was throbbing as the pain began to build.

  While Tony tortured my breasts, I reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to dig my fingernails into his chest. I grabbed a handful and clinched my fists. Tony gasped in response and it made me smile. Our eyes locked as we began a game of chicken. His fingers squeezed tighter as my fingernails dug deeper. I smiled and he responded by thrusting his dick upwards. I moaned, lost my concentration, and almost lost my grip.

  Instead, I shoved my hips into him, wondering if I could break that thing. Apparently not because he pushed back just as hard. We fell into a rhythm, rocking back and forth, the friction doing wonderful things to my swollen clit. Coupled with the torturous pleasure he was giving my nipples, I suddenly found myself on the cusp of an orgasm.

  It hit me like a soft wave; a sudden sensation of warmth that flowed outward from my pussy. I closed my eyes and shuddered. My concentration broke and I released my grip on his chest.

  As soon as it subsided, the heat came back with a passion. I would love to tell you that what happened next was the result of a reasoned, rational decision making process but that would be bullshit. I was so horny, I would have fucked a door knob. I leaned down and whispered in Tony's ear, "Fuck me you pussy."

  I pivoted to my right, sliding off his lap and pulling my shorts and underwear down as I went. I came down on my back with my legs in the air and my swollen wet pussy staring up at him. Tony wasted no time. He dropped his own pants, taking a half second to grab his socks on the way down thank God, and turned to join me.

  He tried to approach me slowly and I almost growled at him. I grabbed his cock and practically jerked it to me. When I grabbed his ass and tugged him to me, he finally got the message and he shoved himself deep inside me. There was a moment of pain, followed by a split second of sheer pleasure, before the pain again as he bottomed out.

  I screamed. My body was shaking and I wanted him to hurt me. I clinched my legs and arched my back, trying to get him as deep inside me as I could. He drew back and I prayed he would hit me harder. He slammed into me, hammering my clit and jamming the head of his cock as deep as it would go. I grunted my approval and clinched his back as he did it again. And again. And again.

  I wasn't sure where Mike was while all this took place. We had agreed that his role was to see, not be seen. I know that somewhere during this time, the television switched off. I didn't think about him at the time, but I look back and wonder what was going through his head.

  Tony fucked me just like that for ten full minutes. I came three times and I must have said, "Fuck yes!" at least fifty. I can't imagine what it would be like to watch the love of your life get thoroughly ravaged the way Tony ravaged me. But Mike must have liked it because he didn't interrupt.

  I was still spasming from the third orgasm, and Tony was kind enough to pause a moment so he didn't kill me. I looked up at him and grinned. "Take me to the bedroom."

  Tony nodded, raising up to his knees and bringing me with him. Without disengaging, he pulled me close and turned, putting his feet on the floor. I giggled as he spun me with him. Then he was standing, his hands locked beneath my ass and my arms tight around his neck. He walked me to the bedroom, fucking me the whole way. As we turned, I saw Mike. He sat in the recliner, a Jim Beam and Coke in his hand, just casually watching us. I gave him a wicked grin and waved as we stepped in the bedroom. He raised his glass and nodded as the door closed.

  "I want to be on top," I said as we neared the bed. Tony nodded and sat down on the edge. I pushed him backwards and came down to meet his face. We kissed as I ground my pussy on him. He sat even deeper inside me from this angle and I would have pulled back, but my hormones were raging so hard I didn't feel the pain. I moved my hips until I found the position where he was hitting my g-spot.

  "Oh, god. Yeah. Right there," I said as my eyes rolled up. I braced myself on his shoulders and shoved my hips back and forth over him, striking that spot that made my pussy clinch. I bucked harder, feeling myself tightening up and then that sudden break of the dam. I felt myself squirting as I came, warm liquid rolling out from inside me. More came with each thrust and I kept going until I couldn't take anymore. I collapsed on top of him, panting hard, trying to catch my breath. I wasn't sure how much m
ore I could take, but Tony was still rock hard.

  "Roll me over," I said, mumbling, my face buried in his neck. Tony grabbed me gently and rotated his hips, ending up on top of me. I was spent. My body was coming down off the adrenaline high and I was suddenly too tired to raise my arms.

  "I need you to cum in me," I whispered, "and then my day will be complete."

  Tony laughed softly, "As you wish." He continued at a slow, a gentle pace. Or at least, he tried to. About ten strokes in, I was suddenly very wet again and found myself clutching his ass. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tight. I felt his breath quicken as his pace grew faster. I began moaning as he grew closer, beginning to swell inside me. He came to a sudden stop and I could feel the pressure of his cum as it hit inside me. He pulsed several times, shooting deep inside me.