A HotWife's Confession
Not only is this a true story, it is also a confession to my husband. We (I) have enjoyed the company of several men throughout our marriage, but there are also a few events that my husband doesn’t know about. When he reads this, he’ll know.
I love fucking other men in front of Mike, whether he likes it or not. One of the very best was a guy named Rick. I met Rick through a personal ad I answered one day after Mike failed again to satisfy me. After a few phone conversations (with Mike forced to listen on the extension), Rick and I agreed to meet one Saturday. I am your stereotypical Southern California blonde. I am 6’ tall, blonde hair, hazel eyes, very long legs and 36C tits with nipples that can be seen through any bra and sweater. Don’t roll your eyes - it’s the absolute truth!
I agreed to meet Rick one Saturday at a local mall. I looked amazing – long blonde hair falling halfway down my back, tight jeans with a black thong that enhanced my shapely ass, a thin T-shirt with no bra. I would meet him alone and bring him home where Mike would be waiting to serve us drinks. Then Mike got called into work. Before he left, I assured him that I would have Rick wait until Mike could get back home to serve us.
I don’t enjoy being told I can’t have something. And as two hours passed (and Mike was still working), I got restless. I look great – why should this go to waste? Fuck it, I thought, and called Rick. I boldly gave him my home address and directions, and he agreed to come right over. Then I called Mike and told him my guest would be arriving soon and he should get his ass home. I assured him that nothing would happen until he could be there to see every moment of it.
Rick showed up looking even better than his pictures. 6’2”, dark brown hair and green eyes, great body. He liked what he saw too, as he planted a kiss on my cheek as he entered my home. I explained my husband was working, and he would be home shortly. I brought him a beer, grabbed myself a glass of white wine, and we took a seat on the couch. The more we chatted, the wetter I got. He was semi-hard (I could see that through his jeans) and gorgeous, and it was obvious that our attraction was strong. I was squirming and he was adjusting himself, and Mike was calling every 20 minutes to find out what was going on. I assured him I wanted him to see everything, and nothing would happen until he came home.
Rick took a drink of his third beer and said, “Let me see your tits.” All thoughts of my husband left my mind, and I took another sip of wine and lifted my T-shirt. “Nice,” he said, and he immediately leaned over to squeeze them with both hands. His mouth followed and he licked and sucked my tits until I finally pulled away. “God,” I sighed. “You’re getting me so hot!” “Duh!” he grinned. “Now show me your ass.” “Let’s wait for Mike,” I sighed, without any conviction whatsoever. “Fuck Mike,” he grinned again. “Show me.” I stood up and moved in front of him. Slowly, I pulled down the zipper of my jeans and slid them teasingly to my thighs. I turned my back to him and, glancing over my shoulder, I whispered, “You like?” “Yeah baby. I like,” he said, and reclined slightly on the couch. “Come here.” I pulled up my jeans and the phone rang as I walked to him. Mike again. I answered it as I leaned down to kiss Rick. “No, nothing’s happening yet. Just come home.” I hung up without letting Mike say a word. Rick’s hands pushed my shirt up and he continued to squeeze my tits as we kissed. After a very heavy make-out session, I pulled my shirt off.
“I thought you wanted your husband to see us,” Rick said, pulling off his shirt. One look at his muscled chest and I knew I had to have him. “He will. Someday,” I said and kissed him again. My hands went to his jeans, rubbing his very hard cock through the thick material. I unzipped them and slid my hand inside. Rick moaned and started licking and sucking my tits. I was going crazy – husband or not I was going to have him NOW. I pulled away and slid his jeans down. His big, hard cock wanted my mouth so I couldn’t disappoint, could I? I began sucking his huge shaft, sliding my tongue over the head every time before it slid into my mouth. Rick was moaning and playing with my nipples, getting them even harder (if that was possible). I moaned, he moaned, and the phone rang again. Against my better judgment, I answered. “What’s going on?” Mike asked, his voice husky. “Nothing,” I managed, sliding Rick’s cock out of my mouth. “Just waiting for you.” “Nothing? Really?” he said. “Nope,” I said, quickly sliding Rick’s cock in and out of my mouth. “Just talking. You know I want you to see everything” “Ok.” Mike sounded relieved. “I should be leaving here in about 30 minutes.” “Cool. See you then.” I hung up and resumed sucking like he was the last man on earth.
“My turn.” Rick said after a few minutes. I really wanted him to come in my mouth but he was not a man to be denied (what a perfect match for me!) He sat up and pushed me down on the floor, tugging at my jeans. I kicked my shoes off and he quickly slid my jeans off, spreading my legs and shoving his face between them. I moaned, enjoying the feeling of a strange tongue on my clit. He knew what he was doing, no doubt about it, and soon I was squirming on the floor with Rick’s amazing tongue teasing me. He slid one finger inside me and I came almost immediately. I heard him chuckle before his tongue slid into my pussy. “I thought you like to do all of this in front of your husband,” he said. I couldn’t see his face but I could hear the smug smile in his voice. “I do.” I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to my pussy. “But it looks like you’re changing my rules.” Rick licked me to another amazing orgasm. By then, I was on fire. When I come from oral sex, it only makes me hotter to fuck. “Come on,” I smiled, pulling him down on top of me. “Fuck me.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Rick grinned and kissed me as he guided his hard cock to my pussy. He shoved, and my legs came up around him. He shoved again, and his entire length was inside me. “Fuck me,” I moaned into his ear. “Fuck me good!” “No sweat, baby.” Rick pumped his big, hard cock into my hot, wet pussy. I came again, enjoying the excitement of being fucked without an audience. And for such a long time! Mike is a true “minute man”, telling me I’m too hot and he can’t last. Whatever… Rick kissed me and licked and sucked my tits, fucking me to yet another orgasm. What an extraordinary lover, I thought, just getting swept away by this amazing fucking. Rick moaned a little. “Don’t come in me,” I said. “Why?” he asked breathlessly, frowning. “Come on my pussy,” I smiled slyly. “But…” “Just jerk off on my pussy.” “Oh yeah.” Rick fucked me until he couldn’t hold back, then pulled out and shot his beautiful come all over my nicely trimmed pussy lips.
“God, that was awesome!” I pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. He smiled and stood up, reaching for his pants. “What are you going to tell your husband?” “Don’t worry about that,” I stood up, his come still smeared all over my pussy. “I’ll handle it.” “I really should go,” he pulled his jeans and T-shirt on. “I hadn’t planned on being here so long..” “I understand,” I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head. “But I want to see you again.” Rick grinned and pulled me to him. “What are you doing Friday night?” He kissed me. “You.” I smiled. “Cool. I’ll call you.” After another quick kiss, I escorted Rick to the door wearing only my T-shirt and his come. He got into his car, carrying his shoes with him. I shut the door behind him. No more than a minute later, Mike came in the door looking wildly around the living room. “Where is he?” He sounded almost desperate, then he frowned at the way I way dressed. “What happened???” “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I assured him smoothly, kissing his cheek. “I have a little something for you.” I immediately sat on the couch with my legs spread. “Oh my God,” he whispered, falling to his knees in front of me. “You said you wanted me to see everything!” “We just played a little,” I said calmly, shoving his head to my still-wet pussy. “Played…?” he asked, before running his tongue lightly over my pussy lips. “Yes. I had him jerk off on my pussy. Now clean me up like a good boy.” Mike hesitated and sat up to look me in the eye. “That’s all?” I smiled. “Of course that’s all. You didn’t think I would fuck him alone, did you?” “No… I guess not…” “Good. Now clean me up.” My reassuring voice put him at ease and he did as he was told. He did a great job, even licking me to another orgasm. After I was nice and clean, I kissed him, told him I love him, and then said, “Don’t make any plans for Friday night.” “Why?” he sighed contentedly? “Rick and I have plans…”
That story took place 5 years ago. To this day, Mike thinks Rick jerked off on my pussy. If/when he reads this, he’ll know the true story. And there are others…