Part 12: Hotwife at Home

Ordering in while Blair's at work...

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“Louis Betancourt” the business card read. He was a Private Wealth Manager apparently. His card was old school, just a phone number, no email, no QR code. The question was, how had it found it’s way into my purse. I kept my bills paid and a bit in the bank besides but I certainly didn’t have any wealth in need of managing. I was about to ask Blair when suddenly I remembered. We’d been overheard by two men in suits at one of our favorite local cafes, and I surprised myself being quite forward with one of them when approached and asked if he could buy me a drink sometime. I made him say aloud what he really wanted to do with me, and it wasn’t to buy me a drink. This was mostly for my and Blair’s benefit and it worked to get us incredibly turned on, but I did remember that he was a handsome man, with broad shoulders and an impressive erection stretching down his thigh as he shared a bit of filthy talk with me on a public patio.

Blair rushed through the dining nook. He was hurrying off to supervise one of the bands he worked with as they prepared for a television appearance that night. “I’ll be back late. You’re welcome to come down to the studio.” he said, grabbing a muffin, and giving me a goodbye kiss.

“I was thinking of ordering Thai for dinner, and maybe having that man who gave me his card at the cafe a few weeks back come over and fuck me.” I said, as nonchalantly as I could manage. This had the desired effect of stopping Blair dead in his tracks.

“Oh. Really? Here?”

The threesome, the hall pass, the hotwifing we’d done over the past three months, the wildest three months of our lives, had all been away from home. This was… what was it? An escalation? “Yes.” I answered, not taking time to think. “I think I’ll have him fuck me in our bed. And if there’s time before you get back, I’ll have him fuck me again. You won’t be too tired to finish me off when you get back will you?

He stared at me for a moment, I think he was deciding if I was joking or not. “Don’t let him finish off the chocolate chip cookies. Save me at least one. I want to have a cookie when I get back. I’m going to have a cookie and then fuck my insatiable slut of a girlfriend.”

“Wow, slut eh? I don’t think you’ve ever called me that when you didn’t have your cock in me before.”

“Oh, I guess not. Um, I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as I know you mean it as a term of endearment I am thrilled to be your slut of a girlfriend.” I said, giving him a big kiss with just enough tongue, and a small bite of his bottom lip. “Now go, you, or you’ll be late, and I’ve got a stranger to fuck.”

He fixed me with the most peculiar look on his way out, still not sure how serious to take me.

With Blair out of the apartment things were so quiet. I looked at the business card again. He’s probably not going to be available on such short notice anyway, I told myself. I texted the number. “Hi. We met at the coffee shop. Do you know who this is, or do you meet a lot of women at the coffee shop?” I thought about deleting the last part. I wondered if it sounded needy. I thought about deleting the whole thing. I hit send. I got butterflies in my stomach knowing it was out there, knowing what I’d set in motion. I tried to calm myself, thinking that I didn’t mention coming over today, that I could just reply that we should meet for a drink next week, that I hadn’t locked myself into anything, but I knew this wasn’t true. I knew that if he replied, It’d be up to him if he’d be fucking me today. I was already gone.

I started the bath running, dropped in a bath bomb and watched the water turn a purple pink shade. I heard my phone go off. It could be Cheryl, or maybe work, or spam. It was probably spam. I knew this wasn’t true. I somehow knew it would be him.

“You’re the only coffee shop gal for me. I’ve been hoping I’d hear from you. You up for that “Drink” I offered.”

I liked the quotes around “Drink”. He was clever, good at flirting. This was important to me, even when moving fast, especially when moving fast.

“You free today?” I replied, too nervous/excited to be clever myself. My mouth was dry.

“I am.”

“Can you be here in an hour?” I asked, sending a pin. I needed an hour to get myself ready, but I didn’t think I could handle more than an hour of anticipation. I was shaking. I took a deep breath and waited for his reply.

“See you then.”

And that was that. The clock was running. I turned off the bath and lowered myself in. I scrubbed my body, ran a razor over myself, washed my hair and brushed and flossed my teeth, and while these are all things I’d be doing anyway, I felt like I was preparing my body for him, getting myself ready to be consumed.

I was set to agonize over my choices for lingerie, when my shiny metallic slip caught my eye. It was one of those things you buy with no idea when you’ll have an opportunity to wear it but it’s just to sexy on you to pass up. I pulled on the matching panties and grabbed the high heels I’d impulsively bought to wear with the outfit I didn’t know if I’d ever have a chance to wear and put them by the bed. I put on a small bit of make up, did my eyes, and applied some lip gloss. I opened a bottle of red wine and set it with two glasses on the dresser across from the foot of the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked how I looked. I pulled the slip on over my head, and stepped into the shoes. I looked again, and I really liked how I looked.

I heard my phone alert me that I’d gotten another text.

“I’m in the lobby.” It was him.

“I’ve let Paulo know to let you up. Let yourself in. I’m in the bedroom.” My heart was beating hard, and I worked on breathing slow.

My phone went off again. It was Blair. “I hope you are fucking your buff stranger right now. Either way please be ready for my cock tonight. Love ya.” I put the phone down on the dresser after setting it to Do Not Disturb. I licked my lips, and adopted a wide stance facing the bedroom door.

I heard the front door open. He came to the bedroom door. He was very handsome, bigger than I remembered, broad shouldered and well groomed.

“Hi.” he said. “You are fucking gorgeous.”

I was very pleased to see his cock pressing against his slacks. “Take your cock out for me. I was promised it would be at my beck and call.”

“And so it is.” He replied, unzipping his pants. He pushed his briefs down, and pulled out a long, thick beautiful cock. I bit my bottom lip and thought about how good it would feel sliding into me. I turned around and keeping my legs straight I bent at the hips causing my slip to raise and showing my panties. I pulled the slip down tight over my ass which I moved back and forth teasingly.

“Oh wow. My god, what an ass.” I looked over my shoulder to see him stroking his cock which was now fully at attention. I let go of the hem of my slip, and it slide up over my ass. I put one hand on the bed to stable myself, and reached my other hand between my legs, pushing my panties between my swollen labia and again I heard grunted words of approval behind me. I was taking my time, showing myself off, teasing, and he was being so patient as I fingered myself through my panties.

“Would like to see my pussy?” I asked.

“Yes. Yes please. Please show me your pussy.”

Still bent at the waist with my legs straight, my feet wide apart, I pulled my panties to one side. While holding my panties out of the way of his view, I managed to free my index finger which I sunk between my engorged lips.

“God damn that’s nice. That’s so fucking nice.” I fingered myself as he stroked himself for what felt like the right amount of time. Then I covered my pussy back up. I took this gift back, and stood up straight. I turned around and he couldn’t decide where to focus his eyes. I ran my hands over my body, sticking out my chest. I licked my finger, and ran it over my lips and then inserted it into my mouth giving a little suck. I saw such longing in his eyes as he watched me attentively with his cock in his fist.

I strutted toward him. There was only four feet between us but it was enough of a walk to make me feel like I was taking my turn on the runway. I kissed his mouth, hard and deep but quick. Again, giving and taking back. I got to my knees and held my mouth open in front of his cock as he continued stroking it. I had no doubt within a dozen strokes he could be shooting his cum onto my tongue if that’s what we wanted.

I let him stroke a few strokes. He slowed, and I knew it was so that he didn’t cum too soon. I smiled, and licked the head of his cock. He slowed more. He wanted me so bad, I could feel it, smell it, hear it. He was being so good, not asking, not begging, waiting patiently while I teased him.

I took him deep into my mouth, slid him all the way back into my throat, a skill I’d been getting very good at lately with all the practice I was getting in. “Fuuuuuck” he moaned. And I stopped. I moved my head back taking his cock out of my mouth. I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue.

“I would love to allow you to cum down my throat, but I’m gonna need you to fuck me.” I said, with his cock still hovering inches from my mouth.

“I can do both.” he replied confidently.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Going twice is my special power.” he sounded very sure of himself, and I wanted to find out.

“Put your hands on my head!” I snapped and again I took him deep in my mouth. He took my directing his hands to my head as permission to fuck my mouth, and this was a correct assumption. His cock was in my throat and he still wasn’t all the way in. He moaned as I stopped, and took my mouth from him again.

I stood and walked to the bed. I lay on top of the cover with my head hanging over the foot of the bed. He’d undressed as I got into position. He stepped foward and slid his cock into my mouth. Upside down on him it was much easier to take the whole, impressive length of him into my throat. I reached my hands up and held his hips pulling him forward. A man with a cock this big learns to be careful with it, and he needed my encouragement to sink it all the way into me. He moaned with delight as thrusted into me. Before long I felt him on the edge. I pushed his hips until he was out of my mouth. “Come on baby, cum down my throat. I want to swallow your cum.” Dirty talk came through again, and as I took him back into my mouth and throat within a few thrust he started to cum hard. It was all I could do to swallow quickly enough to keep from his warm, salty fluid overflowing out of my mouth.

I took him from my mouth and gasped for breath. I licked at the small drizzle of cum still flowing from him. I stood and lifted my slip over my head. I pulled my panties down and stepped out of my heels. I stood before him completely naked.

“Tag you’re it. Thank you for you being so well behaved. Now you’re in charge. My body is yours to make use of.” I said, lifting my hands above my head to display myself fully to him.

To my amazement. He was still hard. I assumed he meant he could go twice after at least a small break, even a make out break, or a break to go down on me, but there he stood still fully erect and ready for me.

“Thank you.” he said, and he ran his hands over my body. He turned me around. He was strong, and he had big hands that had no problem moving me. He bent me at the waist. I put my hands flat on the bed, my feet on the ground and my ass stuck out. He dropped to his knees, and tongued my pussy, his chin against my clit. I dropped to my elbows on the bed. His tongue felts so good pressing my lips apart and licking hard the length of me, from my wet hole to my clit. I was close to cumming and I wanted his cock so bad. He spread my cheeks and pushed his tongue into my ass. He rimmed me and was almost growling when he stood up at last, put both hands on my hips and pushed his cock into my cunt.

My whole being existed at that moment around his cock. His cock was my core, my center, and it was big and hard and thrusting into me rhythmically. I started to cum almost immediately and he fucked me harder. I was screaming, “Yes, Yes! Oh God, Don’t Stop! Oh, Fuck Me! Oh God, Fuck Me!” I’d been cumming such a long time and was finally heading back down when he pressed his thumb into my ass and pitched me back up to maximum climax. “OH MY GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

When I finally landed. He asked, “Do you need a break?”

I did not. I climbed up onto the bed. “How do you want me? I want you to cum in me.”

“Ride my cock.” he said, as if he knew me perfectly.

I made room for him to lay on his back, and I mounted him. I put his cock back against my pussy and I lowered myself onto him. Size isn’t everything, in fact I prefer a nice average size cock most of the time, but the novelty of lowering myself down on this national treasure of a penis, feeling it going into me for days, was exactly, fucking, perfect, at this moment. I took it all, pressed my clit against his pubic bone, grinding against him, then when it started to cause a stirring in me that I knew was another orgasm building, I raised back up, and did it all again. He put his hands on my tits. I have lovely tits, small but firm and perky, with nipples that betray my enthusiasm. I could see him looking at me, delighting in seeing my petite but curvy, gym sculpted body moving up and down the impossible length of him. I felt sexy being watched. His wonderful growl was becoming a moan, and I knew that when he came I’d be able to push down against him and join him. He had a different plan. Suddenly he rolled, and with impressive grace put me on my back and himself on top of me. He fucked me hard and fast, and then pressed all the way in and started to cum, shooting off inside. I wrapped my legs over his ass and pressed my hips upward pushing my clit against him, grinding. “Oh God, I’m cumming! Oh I’m cumming!” I yelled.

I heard the front door open. I was still cumming as Blair walked in the room. Louis, yes, Louis, that was his name I managed to remember, was all the way in me and grunting, cumming. As he at last pulled out of me and rolled off of me. He looked at Blair with a moment of panic. Blair smiled. I smiled. Blair pulled his already hard cock out. I scooted my ass to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. Blair pushed himself inside my wet, well fucked, hot pussy and moaned in delight.

I opened my mouth and looked at Louis. He stepped around the side of the bed and put his half hard cock into my mouth. I tasted myself on him. I sucked him back to hard again while Blair fucked me. My god this man was a machine. He didn’t cum again, but he stayed hard in my mouth as I had several small orgasms on my boyfriend’s thrusting dick before Blair pressed into me hard and then froze, shooting off inside me, his cum mixing with Louis’ in my pussy.

Blair and Lous switched places and Louis slid back into my pussy while I sucked Blair’s cock and I wondered if I could just continue this cycle, being fucked forever. I wasn’t going to cum again, but I balanced on the edge of cumming as I continued being fucked and it felt wonderful. Eventually we all reached a delightful point where we were beyond satisfied. We were all fucked out. Blair pulled out of my mouth and said, “There are cookies? Anyone else want chocolate chip cookies?” And I laughed at the ridiculousness of my boyfriend and of my life. I laughed again as I sat in my kitchen sore all over from too much of a good thing, with two beautiful naked men who didn’t know one another’s names on either side of me, eating chocolate chip cookies.

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