We Meet for Dinner and ...

The next day we text each other naughty little messages.  Getting us horny and ready to meet.  It turns out she is across town, about an hour away in rush hour traffic, in a section of town I’m unfamiliar with.  My meeting lets out over 2 hours late.  Before I even start I’m 20 minutes behind when I should have left.  I made it through town, fighting traffic, construction, pot holes and broken down cars (reference the pot holes).  I ended up cutting off a truck before I realized it because his lane and my lane became one with no warning at all.  Just as I’m a few miles away, traffic comes to a stop.  I crawl along for a minute or two in the left lane and I see my exit is on the right.  Damn!  It should be a mile or two farther.  Luckily I maneuver my way across 4 lanes and get off (bypassing most of the traffic jam).  Turns out my route took me right under the highway for another mile or so.

She got there a minute before me and was at seated at the bar.  We shared some drinks, food, laughter, fun, and flirting.  About 2 hours later we were headed to a hotel, not my hotel an hour away but a naughty hotel for fun.  I’ve never been to such a hotel and didn’t think they even existed.  The clerk asked when I said I needed a room, “For the whole night?”  To which I replied “No, just for a few hours.”  Twenty five dollars later we’re in a room with lots of mirrors and clean sheets on the bed.  Not that we noticed the décor.  Off came our clothes and I fucked her for two and a half hours.  She screamed out phrases quite often.  And I mean screamed.  I’m sure not only the people in the next room could hear and understand her, but so could the people in the room next to them!  She made Mrs. 4 (the Very Vocal Vixen) seem like a church mouse.  Of course at this motel, I suspect it added to the experience for the other patrons rather than distract.  No one complained to the front desk.

During our conversation at the bar, she told me she can’t stand arrogant, pushy men.  She told about the last guy she met and how she had left him at the bar because he was so sure he was going to screw her.  She warned me not to piss her off or she’d be turned off and leave, no matter how far we’d gotten.  So after we had fucked for awhile, I laid on my back to rest and she started to suck me.  Naturally my hands went to the back of her head and gave a little, ever so light push.  She came up and said “I don’t really like that”.  As she slipped her mouth back down on me, I replied “Well I do!” and shoved her head down on me.  And she loved it.  She loved that she was doing something for my pleasure.  I had her do it my way and the hell with her.  She was my toy to do with as I wanted.  I fucked her face, moving her head as I wanted, going as deep as I wanted, telling her what to do with her mouth and tongue, all for my pleasure.  She liked knowing this was for me.  I had treated her to several orgasms earlier, now was my turn.  And knowing I was using her as a sex toy made her orgasm again as I came in her mouth.

She licked me clean and afterwards we laid there for awhile.  She was definitely simultaneously turned on and disturbed also.  She liked me taking control but also hated that she had given it up and knew she wouldn’t have it again with me.  Next time I’m in town she won’t be able to resist me.

On the flight home I smiled often, fondly remembering my adventure and looking forward to the adventure waiting for me before I went home that night ...

Round 2 with Mr. G - Part 3

It’s been about an hour and a half since we left the restaurant.  And during all of it Wife was getting pleasured.  Mr. G used his hands on and in her.  He kissed her, on her breasts, on her neck, on her lips.  And she kissed back, their tongues intertwined.  She touched him, rubbed his chest, stroked his cock, pulled him towards her.  And they fucked, many times.  His dick in my wife’s pussy.  Her legs spread for him.  He frequently changed positions and techniques.  She had many orgasms, too many to count.  Not only that, but they were some of the best orgasms she’s ever had.  He made her squirt.  On rare occasions I’ve been able to do that, but only a few times.  And she has to be really turned on and comfortable.  I’m very happy and excited for her.

He unfortunately was not able to cum.  There was still a bit of stage fright (or something unnerving about fucking a friend’s wife).

Turns out I was pretty close to getting a creampie.  They got swept up in the moment (although this could never be mistaken for just a moment).  They did not use a condom.  (We have no reason to not trust him, but he if he did this once with Wife, he could do it with others too.  Wife will talk to him about this.)

We take him back to his car.  Wife kisses him in the parking lot.  The first time I can really see them kiss.

We race home, and cuddle in bed.  No need for a shower tonight.  His skin was on hers now mine is.  I’m so horny.  I want her so badly, but she is sore.  He worked her over good.  After 30 minutes of light foreplay, Wife tells me I’ll have to settle for a hand job - from myself.  I masturbate as she watches and tells me how good he was.  I cum on my chest and stomach.  She gets a wet wash cloth so I can clean up.

She’s still sore in the morning.  In fact she is sore for days.  I wait, each night cuddling and caressing, but no release.  Finally Thursday morning, I can wait no longer, but she is still not ready.  She watches me masturbate again.

The More Things Change

It’s been a long time.  We haven’t really done anything as far as getting Wife her lover since July.  So you haven’t missed anything.  Nothing much has changed.

I wrote “Nothing much has changed” an hour ago and immediately I knew it wasn’t completely true.  I had to go back a read how I was before.  I got caught up in my own writing, having forgot much of what I wrote.  But I found what I was looking for.

I thought that the curse I have on cuckold/hotwife sites was broken.  David is writing about Allie again.  Even Suburban Hotwife (mmmh) is blogging again.  DH isn’t blogging, but we do get to hear about him (you lucky bastard – 4 titties at once).  I do believe JessTess is gone for good.  And it is good, with her Husband trying to have a baby.  Some bloggers have gone with out any help from me – Confessor X (although I’m not sure he’s gone) and Ms. Inconspicuous.  She is the lucky one – a loving husband and a loving lover with no sneaking around.  I really wanted to hear the story of how her husband found out and why he let it continue.

So I was thinking that maybe that maybe the sexual world doesn’t revolve around me.  Maybe it’s all just coincidence that sites disappear as soon as I acknowledge them.  Then I wrote “I Must Be Wired Different” about the show Californication.  And that was the last good episode.  I guess my small message wasn’t powerful enough to cause the complete cancellation of the show, but after that his world comes crashing down – including finding out that he had sex with an underage girl in a previous season.  That pretty much ruined my fascination with the show.

What else has changed?  Let see.  Mr. E is no longer in the picture.  It’s a shame too.  He seemed like the best candidate so far for my wife.  He didn’t do anything wrong and neither did we.  Life just got in the way.

I still want to tell you about our Night at the Bar in the Land of Misfit Toys – I hope I still have my notes.  But that will have to wait.  As for the sex with Wife mentioned in that post, I have no idea what that is referring to.  Sorry it must have been hot.

Another thing that has changed is my attitude towards my wife’s fantasy.  You may recall I was anxious about Wife wanting me to eat her after her lover has filled her with cum.  During my hiatus, I have been training and now the sight of a cream pie actually makes my mouth water and my penis tingle.  I especially like seeing video of a man’s balls tightening as he strokes and fills the woman with cum then pulls out showing her open pussy filled with cum.  I want to dive in.  I always knew that I would eventually do it because I wanted Wife’s fantasy to come true, but I never thought this would become my fantasy too.

So I guess things have changed.  But you really didn’t miss anything.

Other than we have started looking again.  We are both horny for her to have another man.  And we have set up two dates for this weekend.  One for Friday, one for Saturday.  One young, one younger.  One white, one black.  One straight, one bi-curious (maybe I can get my cock sucked by the man who cuckolds me:)).  This should be a fun weekend.

Wife’s New Fantasy Part 2

Saturday afternoon I took a nap with Wife in my arms. There was cuddling and a little fondling. It was a very nice refresher and a chance to be intimate without it being something more. I love my wife!

Saturday evening after dinner, we went to a neighborhood sports pub for a few drinks and an appetizer (We’ve really blown the eating out budget this month :)). It’s a family place so no chance of picking up someone. I did flirt with my eyes with the hostess. I’m pretty good at that. Wife says too good. But nothing was going to happen. The truth be told, she’s probably closer to half my age than my full age, but still she was enticed. It would have been fun to talk her into a three-way. I tried to start an innuendo filled text conversation with Firecracker, but she wouldn’t bite and kept things PG :(. Still we had a great time and we did get a bit aroused.

When we get home and go to bed. I caressed Wife using light touches again for a few minutes. Then I told her to get her toy and to come back with it in. I knew she was ready for it. I continued to caress her for a bit before I fucked her with the toy. After she is satisfied, I fuck her missionary style. It was a nice end to a nice night. Or was it?

Remember that we took a nap Saturday afternoon, which we usually don’t do. So at 3:30 I’m awake. I place my hand on Wife’s neck, lightly but firm enough so she can feel the strength in my hand. I leave it there for a few minutes while she wakes up. My hand there always gets her wet, but she says she doesn’t like it. After she’s awake and worked up, I climb on top of her and hold her arms down. We usually sleep naked so there are no clothes to get in the way. “Maybe I should tie you up” I whisper. I lean forward and do that little half pucker/pout that makes my lips so kissable. I keep just far enough away so that she can’t kiss me. I tease her for nearly a minute. Then we kiss and kiss hard. I’m still holding her down.

I tell her a story:

There’s a woman here, kneeling over your face. She’s lowering to your mouth. You can see the cum inside. It’s my cum. A man crawls between your legs. It’s her husband. He starts to eat you as you start to eat her. He licks your pussy till you cum. You’re still licking her pussy. He moves up and starts to fuck you. I come over so she can suck me. The sight of you licking his wife while she sucks me after I’ve cum in her is too much for him. He cums in you. I move between your legs. There’s a small pool of white cum at your opening with a promise of much more inside. I lick it up. My tongue dives deep inside and scoops up a tongue full of his cum. I show you then close my mouth and swallow it. I go back between your legs and lick up every drop.

Wife cums hard and I fuck her.

Wife’s New Fantasy

Thursday night we were tired and just had a quickie. A little foreplay and the missionary position. It was all over in less than 20 minutes.

So Friday night I made up for it. It started as just some light caressing, just little touches. Then just one finger. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Recently, Wife shared her interest in a blossoming fantasy. I have seen this particular fantasy in the past, but I haven’t put myself in the place of the men in it. I’ve found it more interesting than arousing. Friday night I had been surfing the web, right before bed, which made me quite amorous, and decided to entice Wife with an example of her fantasy I found a while back in Allie’s blog. I brought the laptop to bed.

As she reads the posting, I lightly caress her, her whole body. I barely touch her. As she finishes reading, she is ready for more. I like the way this fantasy excites her! I use just one finger as I touch her pussy. She is so wet. I slide it in her and it’s not enough. I slip another in. That’s going to do it. I move the two fingers in and out at the same time but also continuously curl them independently. She very quickly reaches the state I like. She starts orgasming and stays there for nearly ten minutes, either having an orgasm or enjoying the after effects. Again and again, neither one of us can tell how many. Finally, my hand and arm can’t take anymore. I shift around and enter her with my cock. She is still so worked up that she has 2 more orgasms before I finish. Exhausted we sleep well. :-)

Saturday morning we pick up the laptop and find Cate’s Blogiversary recap post. Wife finds this interesting (not as much as Allie’s post, but still interesting). The fact that she is interested in a blog about adultery surprises me. This leads to a blow job that switches to a hand job and finishes with a blow job before we even get out of bed.

I certainly find Wife’s fantasy more enticing, which scares me a little.