My Hotwife Journey Pt 36"The Married Guy"So, this one starts..
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My Hotwife Journey Pt 36"The Married Guy"So, this one starts with a DM. A DM from “The Married Guy.” Now it was a pretty standard one, honestly. Nothing crazy, nothing overly cocky—just a simple, confident, message. One that got my attention though.Now, usually, I get a lot of messages. Some are straight-up cringe, some are lazy as hell, and some are just so over-the-top that I can’t even take them seriously. But this guy? He had my attention right away. Something about the way he messaged me—polite but direct, flirty but not desperate—made me pause.So, I did what I always do. I checked out his profile.And, holy wow, was I glad I did.Tall. Tattooed. Built like someone who actually enjoys the gym. The kind of man who looks like he could pin you down without even trying. And married. That last part made me even hotter.Because all I could think about was how lucky his wife was.Did she know how fucking good she had it? Did she take him for granted, or did she let him use her the way a man like that should be able to use a woman?I had to know.I agreed to catch up with him for coffee. Nothing serious, just a quick little chat to see if we actually had chemistry in person. What made it even hotter was that hubby was in the same shops doing the groceries while I sat across from this gorgeous man, sipping my latte and feeling a heat build between my thighs.And let me tell you—we vibed.Like, that instant, I-want-to-take-your-clothes-off kind of chemistry. We flirted, we laughed, and by the time we finished our drin, I knew I was going to fuck him. It was just a matter of when.It took a little scheduling, but finally, everything lined up. I book a hotel. I told hubby he was coming to watch—and, of course, he’d be locked up. Again.And that’s when it really hit me.I love this life. I love being a hotwife.I love knowing that I can find a man like this, connect with him, crave him, take him—all with my husband watching, aching, wanting but never having.And the best part? Hubby loves it too.I’m so lucky to have a man who understands me, who gives me this freedom, who wants to see me fulfilled in ways he never could.And now, I was about to show him exactly why this was worth it.Walking into the hotel with both hubby and "Married Guy" felt surreal.There we were—me, my lock-up husband, and this gorgeous, tattooed man I had been craving to get my hands on. And instead of ri pping each other’s clothes off immediately, we stood there making small talk.It was polite. Too polite.Hubby asked about his work, "Married Guy" asked how long we’d been in the lifestyle, and I? Well, I nodded along, pretending to be engaged in the conversation when in reality, I was struggling to focus on anything but the fact that I was about to fuck this man senseless.I wanted to touch him.I wanted to feel the body I had been eyeing since our coffee dat e. I wanted to see if the bulge I had fantasized about was really as big as I imagined. And most of all? I wanted him to put me in my place—to grab me, kiss me, and remind me why I was here.I barely lasted five minutes.Finally, I just couldn’t take it anymore.There was no invitation. We just started kissing.His hands were on me instantly—firm, greedy, like he had been holding back just as much as I had. He tilted my head up, claiming my mouth with a deep, hungry kiss that sent shivers straight to my core.Fuck. Yes.And in that moment, I thought about his wife again.Does she get kissed like this all the time? Does she get fucked the way I’m about to be? Because if she does, I swear to Go d, she is one lucky woman.Hubby sat on the edge of the bed, completely forgotten, as "Married Guy" sat down on the bed. My hands were all over him, desperate to feel every inch of the man I had been waiting to have. And when I finally got his pants undone and saw just how thick he was?I shot a look at my husband—who was already lea king inside his cage—and smirked.“It’s so much thicker and longer then yours!”Then I pushed him down and got onto my knees on the bed.I could feel hubby’s eyes bur ning into me as I curled my fingers around the base of "Married Guy’s" cock.Thick. Heavy. Pulsing in my hand.Even in my grip, he felt huge—warm, solid, commanding my attention. The sheer size of him sent a thrill through me. This wasn’t just a tease anymore—this was real. I was about to take him.I let my fingers slide along this shaft, slowly, teasing myself just as much as I was teasing him. I wanted to savor this. I wanted to feel every inch, every twitch of anticipation, every shift of his hips as he held back, waiting to see what I would do.And when I finally licked the swo llen tip, I heard the sharp inhale above me.Fuck, I loved that. That first taste, that first reaction.I swirled my tongue around the head, slow, deliberate, dra gging it over the sensitive ridge before flicking against the tip. I could taste him. Precum coa ted my tongue, sa lty and warm, making me moan softly as I swallowed it down.Then I looked up at hubby.He was a wreck already.His hands were gripping his thighs, his caged cock twitching and lea king, his breathing short, desperate, completely out of control. His face was flushed and I knew what he was thinking.I smirked, keeping my eyes locked on his as I parted my lips wider, tilting my head forward, and took "Married Guy" into my mouth.The first few inches slid in effortlessly, the smooth heat of him pressing against my tongue. But then, as I moved lower, my jaw stretched wider and wider.My lips strai ned around him, my throat tig htening as I tried to take him deeper.And I did."Fuck," he exh aled, his fingers tightening just slightly, guiding me lower.I loved that. That little show of control.I let him push, forc ing me deeper, stretc hing my throat more, making me take all of him. My nose was pressed against his skin, my throat completely stu ffed.And fuck, I loved that even more.I stayed there, holding him deep, feeling my throat tigh ten around him, my body fig hting to adjust. Then, slowly, I pulled back, gas ping for air as I let him slide out with a long, messy string of sp it connecting my lips to his cock.I wiped my chin, panting slightly, my lips swo llen and wet.Then, I did it again.I sucked hard, hollo wing my cheeks, dra gging my tongue along his length as I worked him like I had something to prove.And maybe I did.Because this? This was the perfect cock.I moaned around him, letting the vibration send shivers through his body. His grip in my hair tight ened, guiding me, controlling the rhythm, setting the pace. His hips started to move, thrus ting slowly, fucking my throat, pushing past my lim its, owning my mouth completely.I let him use me, let him fuck my throat until I was a droo ling, ga gging, desp erate mess. My hands gri pped his thighs for balance.And the entire time, I felt hubby watching.His cock strai ning against his cage so hard I thought he might br eak it.Then I looked up at "Married Guy," smirking as I licked my lips."Fuck," he muttered, staring down at me like he wanted to ru in me completely.I smirked. A smile that said, “Fuck I am going to have fun with this!”Then I grabbed "Married Guy" by the hips, sho ved my face forward—and took him even deeper.And "Married Guy" was loving it.His hand slipped into my hair, gripping lightly as he watched me cho ke down his cock.Then, strong hands grabbed my waist.I barely had time to register what was happening before I felt my body being lifted, repositioned onto my hands and knees. My ass in the air ready for him.A sharp jolt of anticipation ran through me as I felt him spread me open, his strong hands gripping my ass cheeks, exposing everything.Then, he paused.“Fuck,” he muttered, as he saw that I was plugged. His fingers grazing the jewell of my butt plug. I loved knowing that he’d find it there. I loved knowing that I had been walking around all day with my ass plugged.He let out a deep groan and ran his tongue over the exposed skin around the plug, licking me, teasing me, making me squirm.Then—he went lower.The first flick of his tongue against my pussy made me gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets.The second made me moan.And the third?That was when I completely melted.He ate me like a man who knew exactly what he was doing—long, deep licks, his tongue swirling, teasing, sucking at my clit before dragging back down.I pushed back against his face, begging for more without words, grinding against his tongue as he licked me from behind.God, he was so fucking good at this.I bit my lip, panting, already aching for what would come next.And then—he gave it to me.He grabbed my hips, lined himself up, and with one hard thrust, buried himself inside me.I cried out, my fingers twisting in the sheets as my body stretched to take him.The first few thrusts were slow, teasing—just enough to make me feel every inch of him.Then, he started to fuck me like he owned me.Each deep, powerful stroke knocked the air from my lungs, my ass bouncing back against his hips, the wet slap of skin filling the hotel room.I was wrecked already.The stretch, the heat, the overwhelming fullness—it was everything.And hubby was right there watching, completely powerless.I turned my head, locking eyes with him, watching the way his body trembled, his caged cock leaking uncontrollably as he witnessed something he could never give me.“Look at me, baby,” I panted, barely able to form words as "Married Guy" slammed into me, hitting deeper every time. “Look how deep he is.”Hubby whimpered, his face completely wrecked.And that sent a fresh wave of arousal rolling through me.I loved this. I fucking loved this.I loved being a hotwife. I loved being taken like this. I loved that my husband let me do this, that he wanted me to be completely fulfilled.And I loved knowing that this man’s wife got to have him like this all the time.I could only imagine how it felt to have him take her like this whenever he wanted.His pace grew rougher, his hands tightening on my hips, his body taking everything from me, his groans getting deeper, more desperate.Then—he suddenly pulled out.I barely had time to react before he grabbed my hair and turned me around, pushing me down onto my knees.I opened my mouth instinctively, already knowing what he wanted.I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him deep, feeling the slick mix of my arousal on his cock as I took him back into my throat.I moaned around him, letting my tongue swirl over the head, making it as messy and desperate as possible.I wanted him to feel exactly how much I loved this..Then—he moved me again.He leaned back onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he guided me onto his face.I didn’t hesitate.I climbed up, straddling him, lowering myself onto his mouth, letting out a long, breathless moan as his tongue flicked over my clit.His hands gripped my hips, controlling my movements, forcing me to ride his face.And fuck—he was relentless.I gasped, arching forward, my hands slamming onto his chest for balance as he licked me from below. Long, deep strokes, hungry and consuming, like he was claiming every inch of me with his mouth.I collapsed forward, gasping, shivering, completely spent.But he wasn’t done with me.Even as my body trembled from the aftershocks, he guided me up, shifting my legs until I was straddling his lap. His cock pressed against me, still slick from my mouth, still aching to be inside me again.I was still breathless, my pulse erratic, but I didn’t hesitate.I reached between us, gripping his thick shaft, guiding him to my entrance.Then I slid down onto him, slowly, inch by inch, letting him fill me completely.I started moving, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge, every perfect inch grinding inside me. His hands slid up my back, grabbing my hair, pulling me down for a deep, heated kiss as I rode him.I was completely in control now.I set the pace.I rode him just he way I wanted. Selfishly using his cock to fill me up and pleasure me. Once I was done though I collapsed against him, breathless, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs. After this he once again moved me into all fours. Only this time I had took the plug out so he could really enjoy the view. It didn’t take him long. Without a word, he slipped his thumb inside, pressing deep, stretching me open again.I gasped, my thighs clenching as he bent me forward onto all fours, pushing inside me again, fucking me hard with his cock and his thumb at the same time.The sensations were overwhelming. The stretch, the heat, the complete and utter fullness that left me shaking, moaning, completely at his mercy.Behind me, I could hear hubby.Breathless. Whimpering. Completely wrecked by what he was witnessing.Later, he would tell me that his cock leaked uncontrollably the entire time. That it was like a ruined orgasm that never stopped, his body desperate to release, his cage trapping him in a state of endless frustration.But in that moment, I didn’t care.I was too busy falling apart.My body was trembling, my thighs weak, my breath still ragged from the last orgasm that had just wrecked me.I was used. Stretched. Completely claimed.And he still wasn’t done with me.But he had one last thing to claim.He gripped my thighs, spreading me wide, and without hesitation, buried his mouth between my legs.I was so sensitive, my body overloaded—but that didn’t stop him.His tongue flicked over my clit, slow at first, teasing, before dragging down, licking deep into me, tasting the mess he had left behind. I moaned, my back arching, offering myself to him all over again.Then, without warning, his fingers slid inside me.I didn’t want him to stop.His fingers curled inside me, rubbing against my most sensitive spot, pressing, teasing, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. My legs twitched, my hands gripping the sheets, my moans growing louder, more desperate.I was so close.So close.Then—he did it.He curled his fingers at just the right angle, his tongue flicking against my clit hard and fast—And then—I felt it.The undeniable, unstoppable release.I squirted hard, soaking his hand.But now…It was his turn.He sat back, his cock thick, swollen, throbbing in his grip as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on me, drinking in the sight of me completely wrecked from what he had just done.I pushed myself up weakly, crawling toward him, my body still shaking, but I knew what I wanted.I wanted to finish him.I wanted to taste him.I wanted to feel every last drop of his release sliding down my throat.I moved between his legs, pushing them apart, then leaned in, my lips grazing the head of his cock, my tongue teasing the tip as he groaned deep in his chest.But I wasn’t done yet.I wanted to give him more.I wanted him to experience something he’d never forget.So I pushed his legs up, exposing him completely, and let my tongue trail lower.His breath hitched.The moment my tongue traced his tight asshole his entire body tensed.His cock twitched violently in his grip, his abs flexing, his moans turning into deep, uncontrollable groans.I didn’t stop.I flicked my tongue against him, pressing deeper, teasing, letting him feel what it was like to be completely taken care of.His thighs trembled. His moans grew louder. His cock pulsed hard in his grip.He was so fucking close.Then, suddenly, his hand moved faster, his strokes turning frantic, desperate—He told me to come forward because he was about to cum. And I did. Placing my mouth over his cock…making sure I would get it all.With a deep, shuddering groan, his entire body locked up, his cock pulsing violently in his hand.Thick, hot ropes of cum shot onto my waiting tongue, filling my mouth. There was so much. I looked up at hubby as I his cock continued to explode into my mouth. I had to start swallowing even before he had finished cumming.I took it all.Every last drop.His release was so much, so thick, my throat working fast to swallow it down, but I could barely keep up.I stayed there, holding my mouth closed against his cock, my tongue coated in his cum. I swallowed it all.He collapsed back, completely spent, his chest heaving, his muscles twitching as the aftershocks of his orgasm rolled through him.I wiped my mouth, licking the last traces off my lips.Then, slowly, I turned to hubby.He was still sitting in the chair, his face flushed, his hands clenched into fists. His caged cock was leaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what was going on in his mind. Because just like last time I knew I was in control.I pushed myself up on shaky legs, moving toward him.I walked over to him. Tapping his cage.I cupped his face, tilting his head up until his eyes met mine.Then I kissed him. When I pulled back, I ran my thumb over his lips. And whispered that I loved him. Thanking him for once again giving me the chance to live my best life.
