Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales Page 5

  I gasped at the pleasure of it. I felt immediately like a complete slut. The reality of our situation flooded into my mind. I was fucking a man on my husband's bed. I was giving myself to him and letting him use me as a fuck hole, dumping his hot seed into my pussy. This wasn't just about my pleasure. I was here to be used by Tony just as much as he was here to be used by me. I felt dirty. And I couldn't wait to tell Mike all about it.

  Chapter Eight

  Tony pulled out and left my lying silent on the bed. I heard a murmur and realized we were not alone. Mike had entered the room sometime during our finale, which meant he had been there to witness Tony cumming inside me. They nodded and Tony left the room, heading back to the living room for his clothes.

  Mike walked to the bed, disrobed, and lowered himself between my legs and into my open arms. He was rock hard and slid effortlessly into me, the cum inside me acting as an extra lubricant. We kissed, which was a relief, and Mike started a slow rhythm, sliding his cock in and out.

  The knowledge that he was filling a space so recently vacated by another man made me wet again. What the hell were these men doing to me? My pussy suddenly seemed to possess a superhuman level of moisture on demand. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Mike was so aroused, he came almost instantly. I smiled at him and told him, "Don't stop." He nodded and continued with the slow and easy thrusts.

  The reality that I had cum from two different men filling my pussy triggered an animal lust deep inside me like I have never experienced before. Suddenly, I wanted to cum again. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed. Something strange was happening inside me. And then I understood. Fuck me, I was in heat.

  Every fiber of my body was screaming to be fucked. The idea that two different men had taken me in the last five minutes should have been repulsive and dirty. But I wasn't disgusted by it; I was disappointed that there weren't more.

  The thought passed as soon as my final orgasm faded away. I assumed it would be easy to dismiss, but I would learn soon enough that biology is a bitch and she is dead set on getting her way.

  Chapter Nine

  "Are you okay?" Mike asked as he stroked my hair, propped up on his elbows beside me.

  "Mmmhmm." I replied, suddenly too tired to even open my eyes. "You?"

  "I'm perfect," he answered. You bloody well better be after the show I just put on for you.

  "That's nice." I felt like I was drifting in and out of consciousness. "My pussy is happy."

  Mike laughed and kissed me on the top of my head. "I'm going to go keep our guest company. Come out when you're ready."

  I nodded and turned my head as he walked away. As the door closed I placed my hand between my legs, feeling the cum seep out of me, wondering which one it belonged to.

  When I woke up, it was dark and Tony was gone. I threw on a shirt and underwear before stepping out of the bedroom. Mike was alone watching baseball.

  "Is he gone?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I flopped down on the couch beside Mike.

  "Yeah, he said he needed to get back and help his dad. He said you could call him tomorrow if you want."

  I leaned over, placing my head on his shoulder, "Are you okay with that?"

  "Sure," Mike said, "If you want to. No pressure though."

  I nodded, "I'll have to think about it.

  We sat quietly for several minutes. "Thoughts?" he finally said.

  "Processing," I answered. "Okay I think, as long as everything stays good."

  Mike nodded, "I understand. That was a lot to consider. Just remember that I love you and you are amazing."

  I shook my head, "I don't quite understand you, but I appreciate that."

  I sat with him a while longer, but I kept nodding off. Finally, I sat up. "I'm dead, Mike. I'm going back to bed. Don't be up too long." I kissed him on the cheek and shuffled back to the bedroom.

  By the time he came to bed, I was ready again. He climbed in behind my naked body and slid immediately into my wet pussy. He came and I fell back to sleep with his softening cock still buried inside me.

  Chapter Ten

  I waited for the guilt. Surely I was doing something wrong. But the look in Mike's eyes said just the opposite. I had obeyed him as a loving wife should. I was just following orders and doing as I was told. Thank you sir, may I have another? I stepped out of the bedroom to the smell of bacon and eggs for breakfast.

  I walked into the kitchen and Mike handed me a cup of coffee. "Morning, sunshine. You slept in."

  I looked at the clock on the wall; 10:15. "Nice," I said. "Must have been that double shift I pulled last night. Wears a girl out."

  He laughed and handed me a plate. The smell of bacon taking the edge off the minor headache I still felt from last night's margaritas. I dug in.

  "Just to let you know, Tony texted me this morning. He just wanted to make sure everything was good. I told him yeah."

  I nodded. "I should probably touch base with him today. I don't exactly know what to say."

  Mike shrugged, "Just be honest. We had fun. There is nothing wrong with admitting that. He's in town for a few more days if you're interested, but that is totally up to you and he understands that."

  My stomach clinched. I wasn't sure what to think about doing it again. It went so well, we might be smart to call it quits now. Yes, that was definitely the smart decision.

  At least I thought so until later when I was in the shower, naked, caressing my breast. It went so well. The kind of thing you want to take advantage of. Once he went back to Tulsa, it was probably over. No long term awkwardness and no strings.

  "Hey Mike," I yelled as my fingers traced slow circles around the top of my pussy.

  A moment later, he opened the bathroom door. "Yeah?"

  "If I wanted to see him again, are you okay with that?" I was slowly pushing my middle finger past my lips as I spoke.

  "I'm okay with whatever you choose, dear."

  "Okay, I'll think about it." I was knuckle deep in my pussy and starting to have trouble speaking. "Thanks."

  Mike closed the door and I spent the next couple of minutes thinking it over.

  Chapter Eleven

  I get off work at 5 on Tuesday.

  I'm free. You wanna meet up?

  I'll be home by 5:30 if you want to swing by. Mike won't be home.

  Are you sure that's cool?

  Yes. It's already been cleared.

  Okay then. I'll be there.

  Mike and I had a serious talk over lunch. All he asked was that I let him know what was happening.

  "You have to trust me. You are free to pursue this however you want. All I require is that you keep me updated. Don't do anything behind my back and don't lie to me."

  I nodded my agreement, "Well, once I've described for you what it's like to have another man's dick inside me, I can't imagine there is much I wouldn't be willing to discuss."

  Mike laughed, "Yeah, that's about how I see it. So tell me again what it was like to have another man's dick inside you."

  I flared my hands in an exaggerated wave, "Well," I said in my worst valley girl accent, "First, he laid me on my back and he fucked me. And then I climbed on top of him and I fucked him."

  "Interesting," Mike said, "tell me more. Which was better?"

  "Hmm, I don't know. I liked being on top. It felt like I was in control, but having him on top of me was nice, too. It was fun to surrender."

  "So, you enjoyed being used?"

  I thought for a moment, "Yeah, I guess so. I think I wanted it more. I wanted to be at his mercy, powerless. But then again, I felt like a goddess when I was on top of him, making him obey me."

  Mike started to fidget in his chair. I knew I would find a hardened cock if I reached under the table. "But what I really wanted," I said, reaching out and running my hand up his thigh. Yep, there it was. "Was for him to hurry up and cum in me so I could move on to fucking you."

  I stroked his hard cock through his shorts. "I wanted you. He was just an
appetizer."

  Mike closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I loved feeling his cum inside you. It blew my mind to think that you had just finished fucking another man. The idea that my wife was slutty enough to take two men was overwhelming me. I couldn't wait to fuck you."

  "Well, you did. I didn't think I could cum again, but you made me feel like such a dirty little slut that I had to." I ran my hand up under the leg of his shorts and pulled his cock out of his underwear, stroking it.

  Mike turned his head up, his eyes closed, "Watching you get fucked was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I've always wanted to see what you experience when you're lost in the sensation of fucking. You were beautiful."

  I shook my head, "You really enjoyed watching another man do that to me? How could that not make you crazy? I could never watch you do that with another woman."

  "I get off on your pleasure. Having sex with someone new is one of those intense experiences that you don't get to repeat very often. I loved watching you have that."

  I got down on the floor, unbuttoning his shorts. "So, you don't mind that another man was able to make me cum? Multiple times?" I ran my tongue along the base of his dick.

  "Not at all. One thing I can't offer you is the experience of a new conquest. How sad would it have been if he couldn't make you cum?" Mike was having trouble speaking, but giving it a pretty good effort considering my lips were touching the base of his cock.

  I slid my mouth back up. "You don't mind that he had his way with me, using me as a cum dumpster and then walking away?"

  "I've never seen you cum as hard as you did when he orgasmed. You loved it. And I love you for it."

  I didn't respond because I was busy sucking his dick. Over the last couple of weeks I was growing quite fond of feeling cheap, and being on my knees under a table struck me as overly demeaning. I did come up for air long enough to ask, "What was your favorite part?"

  He didn't hesitate to answer, "Oddly, the very first moment. When I knew you were actually going to do it. It was such a rush."

  I could feel him getting close, so I pulled away and began stroking him. For some reason, I really want to watch him ejaculate. "So, I'm going to see him on Tuesday. Any special request?"

  He tensed within my hand. I stroked faster. "Hmm, pictures. Send me a picture to keep me focused until you're done."

  "Do you want a picture of his cock in my pussy?" I ran my tongue along the bottom of his cock, adding some lubricant while I stroked him.

  "If you want. I'll also be totally fine with a picture of his cock in your mouth."

  "Like this?" I asked and then looked up at him as I wrapped my lips around him. I kept my eyes on his as I sank my mouth around him, feeling him reach the back of my throat. It was difficult, but I kept my gaze as I sank my lips to the base of his dick and settled there. He pressed hard against the back of my throat, but I was relaxed and held it.

  "Yep," he managed, "That would be about perfect."

  I slid my mouth back down and stroked him again. He was slippery and I jerked him hard and fast. "I really want you to cum on me," I said, surprising myself. I felt him tense and begin to swell. I stroked faster, moaning slightly in anticipation. After a final thrust of his hips, the head of his cock swelled and shot beautiful strings of cum on my shirt with more pooling against my hand. I held him tightly, taking a moment to slurp up the cum before sliding my hand back down his shaft and jerking upward again. Another string pooled and overflowed the tip of his cock and I licked it off.

  Mike finally exhaled. "God, you know how to work a man."

  "I know," I said, tucking him back in his pants. "You men are really not that hard to figure out." How I wish that were true. I was suddenly realizing that I didn't know the first fucking thing about them.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tuesday was all anticipation and no hesitation. I woke up horny and that clouded my judgment the rest of the day. It didn't cross my mind to even wonder if this was a bad idea; I planned on getting fucked today and that was that.

  I did something at work, but I couldn't tell you what. I chatted with Mike throughout the day, avoiding the topic until the end of the day.

  I'm done here. Heading home.

  Okay. I'll probably swing by the store, I'll be awhile. Don't get bored.

  I think I've got that covered. I don't want to be rude, but I'll probably have him gone by the time you get home. I want you to myself as soon as you get there.

  Whatever you choose is fine with me.

  Okay, love you babe!

  I was in the kitchen mixing a drink when the doorbell rang. I wasn't having any second thoughts, but a stiff vodka and cranberry never hurt. I had already changed from my work clothes into a skirt and tank top, conveniently forgetting a bra or panties.

  I walked to the door with two drinks in my hand, which was a good idea until I realized I couldn't open it. After looking around for what felt like five minutes, I finally just said, "Come in."

  Tony opened the door with a smile, looking amazing. A tight t-shirt and worn denim jeans. I handed him the drink, but I doubt he needed it.

  "Hey," he said as he took the drink and stepped inside. "You look good."

  I closed the door behind him, "You look better."

  He laughed and we walked into the living room. He spoke first, "So, did everything go okay after I left the other night?"

  I nodded, "Yeah. Mike is totally cool with everything."

  Tony shook his head, "I can't say I understand that. I don't think I could handle seeing my wife with someone else."

  I nodded, "I don't get it either, but it's his thing and I got to say, it's not so bad for me."

  Tony sat the drink down untouched, and stepped towards me. "Yeah, I'm not faring too bad myself. You are fucking amazing."

  I sat my drink down and wrapped my arms around his neck, "You're the second guy to tell me that today."

  He pulled me close and kissed me. We started slow, taking our time and enjoying the sensation. Everything before now had been such a rush of emotion that I hadn't taken the time to enjoy the experience of a new set of lips. I closed my eyes, trying to feel the difference between their two faces. Tony was broader faced and his lips were thinner. Mike was long and narrow, but his lips were fuller.

  My arms fit differently around Tony's wide shoulders. He seemed stronger, able to move me more easily and I liked it. I was much more at his mercy. As my hands traced his biceps and down his ribs, I came to a decision about how this needed to go.

  "I have one request," I said as I nibbled his ear.

  "What's that?"

  "Fuck me like a whore. No lovey dovey shit. I need you to pound me like a cheap slut."

  With no response, Tony spun me around, grabbing my shoulders and marching me up against the wall. He planted his elbow on my neck, holding my head in place. I grunted with surprise.

  He took his right leg and kicked my legs apart. When he shoved his fingers inside me, I was already dripping. All I could do was moan as he reached deep within me. He finger fucked me up against the wall without a sound, except for our breathing. I held my hands flat against the wall, bracing for support, arching my back to him. His fingers were thick and rough, working man's hands, and they hurt, but not nearly enough to stop.

  He stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out and pulling my hips further away from the wall. He flipped my skirt up over my ass, his left arm still pressing against my neck. I spread my legs further, opening my pussy as best I could, begging him back inside me.

  I heard the zipper of his shorts as he let them fall to the floor and suddenly his cock was shoving deep inside me.

  "Oh, fuck!" I yelled as he rammed his hips into my ass. "Yes, fuck yes!"

  He grunted as he pushed, arching his hips upward as he thrust, hitting me so deep that I winced. I pushed back against him as hard as I could. When I finally caught my breath, I wanted to talk dirty.

  "Fuck me hard, Tony. Yeah, just like that baby. Deeper, deep
er! Oh, yeah, that's it." I'll tell you, I'm not real good at the dirty talk, but luckily, men are easily impressed. Every time I spoke, Tony upped the tempo, slamming my ass with more intensity.

  After five minutes, I felt myself finally building to an orgasm. But just as I started to reach the edge, Tony pulled away and spun me around.