Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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THE AIRPORT
Five hours on a flight to find out they canceled the conference at the last moment because the state shut down, again, due to the pandemic. Fuck. I could have saved myself the trip. The airport I was at would normally be full of throngs of people. Guy people I could flirt with. I enjoy guys checking me out. I really love how many younger men are into older chicks these days. But today I can hear the click of my shoes echoing against the walls. The place is a ghost town. The stores, the food court, all closed. I pulled my bag behind me as I made my way up to the masked woman at the check in.
“I’m sorry madam, but the flight has been delayed. It may even be cancelled.”
“What? No. Fuck me. When will we know for sure?”
“Twenty minutes,” She said inspecting the monitor. Fine, I’ll just sit and cross my fingers, and toes. I had some writing to do anyway. So I sat down. My mask was fucking hot, and no one was around, so I lowered it to breathe.
I think I sat there for ten minutes writing when I spotted someone looking at me intently. Not like he could hide it, he was next to the only person in the terminal. I continued to write. He continued to get up, walk around and then sit back down. Like he was orbiting me, checking me out from all sides. Finally, he sat down in the seats facing me about six feet away. I was curious.
“Hi,” I said. He turned red and looked down. But he said something that surprised me.
“Your Bella Cooper, right?”
“What? No,” I responded. Well I am, but Bella Cooper is my pen name, I write erotica and romance for a living.
“It’s OK. I am Craigknight. I was walking up and saw you chatting online in the web site as Bella Cooper.”
“Oh, panty fetish guy? Right? You did a come tribute on one of my stories.”
“That’s me.”
What a small world. He was still a little embarrassed, but I smiled, and I told tell that he smiled under his mask.
“So, how’s it going?” He asked breaking the awkward silence.
“Well, should have stayed home apparently. I was at a writer's conference and now I am stuck in Texas. At least until they sort out their flights. you?”
“Me too. Business, cold calling on some potential customers,” he said. I could tell he wanted to talk and didn’t want to ask. I don’t share my pictures online; I don’t need the stalkers. He was obviously excited to meet me. As an erotica author you don’t often have a fan notice you.
“Madam,” The girl called over to me.
“Excuse me,” I said and went over to her.
“Madam, I’m sorry. The next flight won’t be until tomorrow night.”
“Shit.”
“We can give you a voucher for a hotel here at the airport,” she offered, probably hoping I was not going to lose my shit.
“Yeah fine.”
Taking the voucher, I went to get my stuff.
“Problem?” Craigknight asked.
“My layover just got extended for a day,” I told him as I collected myself and pulled my mask back up.
“Me too,” he said and stood up, “Need help? Maybe we could get a drink.”
“Look Craig, you seem nice and all but I don’t really do the shit I write about.”
“I know. It’s just a drink.”
Beware of men acting innocent I always say. I considered it but this wasn’t right. At the end of the day I like to flirt but I am a chickenshit when it comes to a guy coming on to me, “I don’t even know what you look like. You could be some masked serial killer.”
“True, but you have seen my dick,” he said.
It was a twisted logic but true. I had seen his dick. Along with countless others but I took the point.
“Ok, but there is no place open.”
“Liquors store?”
“No, no. drinking hooch in your car? really?” what a recipe for disaster that would be. **** anyone.
“The hotel has a lounge; it’s closed but they let people sit there and bring their own drinks. I stayed there last night,” Craighknight said.
“Well. OK.”
We went and got a rental car and we drove to the hotel.
TEMPTATION
Craig dropped me off so I could check in and he drove to a store to get the booze. Soon I was in my room unpacking and thinking about what I was about to do. This was crazy. I thought about standing him up when my husband Dan called me.
“Hi, I’m stuck for another night,” I told him.
“I thought you would be. I just saw the news about a new lockdown.”
“They tell me I will be out of here tomorrow, probably.”
“Any plans?” Dan said suggestively. It is an inside joke.
So that this makes sense to you, the reader. You have to understand how my husband and I play. I read him my stories which are all hot wife and cuckold style stories. He likes to think of himself as my cuckold in the stories. I tell him sexy things I think up as though I would really do it and he gets a charge out of it. The wilder the better. I have never actually done it; I can only imagine the complications. Both socially and in my marriage. I’m not willing to risk it. But I thought of Craig and his getting the booze, so I decided to play with Dan.
“Well, I did meet this guy at the airport. He wants me to get a drink with him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe he is hoping to get me drunk and, you know…”
There was a silence for a moment, and I knew Dan had his cock out and stroking it. I could hear his breathing had changed.
“Got to go babe, call you later. Maybe,” I told him and listened for a moment before I hung up. But the thought of my husband stroking his thick cock to my being seduced in the hotel lounge was too much. I put my hand down my pants and did a few circles around my clit. I could have gotten myself off in a hot second but then I stopped and looked at the time on my phone.
I decided to meet Craig after all. A nice thin sundress and no bra should be fun I thought as I changed. My heart pounded as I got ready thinking about all the videos, I had watched of hot wives getting ready for their dates with their husbands watching. I had to stop myself though. This was not a date. This was not a date.
A DRINK AND A DINNER
I met craig downstairs in the lounge. He had a couple bags with him and got out the jack and coke. He had gotten ice somewhere as well and made me a drink as I sat down. I looked at the drink and promised myself that this would be the only one.
“So., I love your stories,” he said. “How do you think them up?”
“You know. I’m a writer and I follow a lot of rules, and I watch a lot of porn,” I giggled. “I start from a scene and just fantasies after that. I tell them to my husband to get his reaction.”
“That’s right you mentioned that a couple times. Your husband is a virtual cuck. He likes to imagine it’s you in the stories.”
“Nothing wrong with telling my husband dirty stories,” I said taking a drink.
“No, no. I’m not judging,” He said and sat back taking me in. I had forgotten my mask and he had taken his off. “I love how you guys can just have fun like that.”
“What do you like about my stories? I would think they would be wild enough for you.”
“Oh I love all sorts of stories. The cuckold and hot wife stories are cool because it takes the pressure off the guy.”
“Hmmm, I never thought about it that way.”
“Women always give me this line, ‘If you loved me, you would know.’ you know. like I am a mind reader. I would love a woman to just say what she wants and lead me there. I love pleasing a woman, but they sort of set themselves up for disappointment. It’s a lot of pressure on the guy to get it right or it proves you don’t care.”
Craig and I talked for a few more minutes and a lot of what he said made sense. I sat there and listened to him and wondered if I should grow a pair and sit closer. But I must admit, I’m one of those women that he described, I wanted him to read my mind. At least look at my nipples and how hard they were, I mean they were saying it all.
In the process of talking Craig managed to feed me three drinks. They were not all that strong, but I was feeling no pain. I smelled something good and it made me hungry.
“Fuck, that smell. I thought the place was closed. I am so hungry,” I said.
“What do you smell?”
I took a deep breath. “Chinese I think.”
“You’re in luck. I have Panda Express,” He put the bag on the table. “But we can’t eat in here.”
“Oh, no. Thanks but I can’t eat your dinner.”
“I bought enough for two. I hope you like the spicy shrimp and orange chicken,” he said.
“Are you k**ding. I love them,” I said and looked into his eyes. Now I think I am pretty. My husband always tells me I am hot. I have some decent C sized tits, but I am older and a little more round that younger girls. So, it always surprises me when a guy looks at me like Craig was. He had hit the magic button though; you can always get me with food. My husband knows this about me and so we tend to go out a lot. I also love when a guy plans and thinks of me. I found myself leaning in and whispering.
“Your room or mine?”
AFTER DINNER
We went to his room and we ate. He and I talked a lot about the stories I write and how I do it. Then we talked about my favorite porn clips on my profile. I was horny and so ready to head back to my room and fuck myself silly with a dildo in my bag when Craig looked at me funny.
“I have a question,” He said and right on que my phone buzzed. It was Dan texting me.
“Hang on a second, it’s my husband.”
“Ok,” Craig got up to do something.
Dan: What’s up.
Me: Nothing. Just having dinner and hanging out with Craig.
Dan: Craig? Where did you guys go?
Me: Every place is closed, so I am in his room.
Dan: Ooo, Netflix and chill?
Me: No, perv. You’re so bad. I’m headed to my room in a minute. I’ll call you.
Dan: Ok. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)
Me: your impossible. Love you, bye.
I put the phone down and turned back to Craig. “You were going to ask something?”
“Never mind,” he said.
“Don’t do that. Tell me,” I said.
“No it’s embarrassing now that I had time to think better of it.”
“OK. Be an asshole. How bad could it be?” I asked and I hoped I had goaded him into an answer. I hoped it would start something because I was not strong enough to say anything.
“Ok, fine. Can I have a pair of your panties,” he said. Not what I was expecting but considering Craig was into femdom and panties it was not a surprise.
“Wow. OK,” I said. “I have a suitcase full of them.”
“No. Not them. The ones your wearing,” He said. Now it just got interesting. I found it hard to breath as I considered his request. My mouth engaged before I could really think.
“Get on your knees.”
“What?”
“Get on your knees.”
He got down and I walked to him, now standing a foot away I waited. He still was not making the first move.
“Well.”
“What?” he looked confused. I remembered his conversation about women expecting men to read minds.
“You want them, get them.”
Oh my god, did I just say that. I was going to let some man I really did not know take off my panties. He hesitated.
“I don’t have all night. This is a limited time offer,” I said getting a little bolder.
He reached up under my sundress and ran his hands up the back of my thighs. Fuck it felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he found the waistband of the least sexy pair of panties I had. Not quite the grandma kind but still very practical. But the cotton panel of my crotch was soaked so I figured that would be the part he would like.
The panties slipped down my legs and finally at the floor I picked up one foot and let him slip that side off. I steadied myself on him and found myself caressing his hair, I am whore for a guy’s hair. And then, I got bolder. I left my other foot on the floor as he looked up at me.
“What else are you willing to do for them?” I asked. I wanted him to make the move. I thought how great it would be if he ate me out right now. Come on Craig, let’s dance already, I thought.
“What do you want?”
Ugh, Christ. I’m just an erotica writer and in the moment, I was about to panic and run away. But I thought about some of the women I wrote about and tried to put myself in their shoes. “A massage.”
THE MASSAGE AND STAYING THE NIGHT
There was a light in his eyes. The smile on his face was infectious. He got up and went to his bags and got out some lotion. A massage oil to be exact. He quickly got out towels and then got out some purple sheets from his bag as well.
He pulled the comforter off the bed and the sheet as well as the pillows. Then he made the bed with a satin sheet. The covered that with the towels and the regular sheet.
“Well, this is oddly well planned,” I told him eyeing him suspiciously.
“A lucky coincidence. I travel with them, for. You know. Self-massaging. Of the lower kind. I have to admit I have jerked off to you, your stories a few times on them.”
“Oh.”
I looked at the bed and how meticulously it was made. Craig stood there with the bottle of oil. Now it was my turn.
“I just want to make you feel good Bella,” He said. I reached down and pulled the dress over my head as he held up a towel to protect my modesty. I wanted us to kiss, but we did not. He helped me onto the bed and started on my back.
The massage was heaven. He worked his hands down my back to the small of my back and that's a spot that fucking makes me so hot. I was already a little horny and now it was unbearable. When it came time to turn over, I didn’t have a single hesitation to reveal myself. I spread my legs a little when he did my thighs and I was lost in the whole experience.
My breasts ached for him to suck my nipples. But Craig was focused. Then he was done, he went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and wash me off.
My phone once again bounced on the table and I got up to see who was texting me. It was my husband again. I looked at the time, I had forgotten to call him.
Dan: What’s up. I’m getting ready for bed, I thought you would call.
Me: Sorry, not in my room, still talking.
Dan: About what?
I thought about it for a moment. Then I decided to tell the truth about it.
Me: Netflix and chill. OK?
There was a long pause then the dots appeared that he was typing.
Dan: Does he have a nice dick?
I smiled; he was into it. I do realize that to him, it was just a story, getting him hot.
Me: Yes, want to see?
Dan: Really?
I texted him one of the dick picks Craig had send me, the one in tribute to my story.
Dan: That’s a lot of come.
Me: Good night.
I turned the phone off and put it down as craig came out of the bathroom with the warm washcloth. I walked over to the bed and he started to wash me from head to toe, then I pulled the towels and hotel sheet off the bed and I took his hand and pulled him to me.
“You missed a spot, touch me.” I said. This is not me. I don’t do this. But Bella Cooper would, and guided his hand to my pussy as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
Then we kissed lightly as his fingers worked magic on my clit. I held him as he finger fucked me slowly. It didn’t take long at all and my cunt was a wet mess throbbing in a nice solid orgasm. “Fuck. That feels so good.”
I shuddered and shivered in his arms as I got off. Then he took the cloth and washed off my pussy and laid me down in the bed. If you have never laid in satin sheets, go out and do it now, immediately. I have never felt anything like that in my life. Wow. It was better than sex. Craig took off his clothes and laid next to me. I was ready to do whatever he wanted; I was about to roll over when he started kissing my neck from behind. It made me smile.
He pulled the covers over us and held me. Sure, he had one tit in his hand. He was also wearing the panties he had earned. I fell asleep with him like that. Not sexy I know, but it was fucking wonderful.
MY HOTWIFE CHERRY
I woke up just about the time the daylight started to peak out around the cracks in the curtain. Craig was fast asleep, and I felt a nice hard-on in his panties and I rubbed it with my ass. He stirred a little. I put my hand in his panties and felt his cock. He woke up fast after that.
“Morning,” I said. “Take these off.”
“It’s OK.”
“It’s more than OK.”
“Look, Bella, I know you just write the stories. It’s OK.”
But I turned a little and kissed him and I spooned him a little more. Wiggling my ass.
“My real name isn’t Bella, it’s my pen. Your right, I would not. But Bella would,” I said. He got the hint and slipped off the panties. The look in his eyes like he just woke up on Christmas morning made it all worth it.
Naked now, I let him get closer, man handling me. I smelled his cologne. It was intoxicating. Now I was drunk with lust and not the booze and it felt so much better as he caressed my sides. I wanted to do something special for him, something I have never done before.
I felt the tip of his cock probing and I adjusted so he was against my asshole. I wanted him to push. I wanted it so bad right now. To feel him inside.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes.”
He reached over for the oil and massaged my ass and oiled his cock. I laid still as his fingers worked the lubrication everywhere.
His was cock in position, finally. I didn’t wait for him to take me gently. I pushed back aggressively and that was all it took to let him know how I wanted it.
I lifted my leg and adjusted myself to feel him slip inside me in one deep thrust. I was blinded with the first stings of pain but then he was in and it felt odd. A fullness I had never felt but I liked it. He kissed my neck and I leaned back to kiss him as he fucked me and stroked my clit. I did not care anymore I just enjoyed my first sex with another man in eighteen years. I was so wound up I couldn’t come to tell you the truth. But I loved how much he was into it.
We acted out a number of our favorite porn clips and I got close to an orgasm a few times, but I loved it when he came inside me each time. He also came in my mouth, on my face and belly. I could not believe how much he could come.
We showered and I let him eat my ass and pussy clean. We got out and he dried me off when I got a sick feeling in my stomach.
“Thanks for the panties,” was all he said, and it sort of triggered me.
my heart is still pounding, my pussy and my ass was throbbing and now Craig saw it.
“You OK?”
“I cheated on my husband. What am I going to do? Oh my god I’m a slut.”
“Bella, babe. Whoever you are. It’s OK.”
“No, it’s not. You don’t get it I have never,” I started to say, before he put his finger on my lips.
“No, I do get it. It’s OK. Just tell your stories, like you always do. It’s not like you didn’t tell him. Just don’t take away the fantasy.”
I calmed down and we kissed. Then we drove to the airport. Craig on United and me on Southwest.
MY SECRET ALWAYS
I sat on the plane trying to read and think. No one the wiser that I consummated my hot wife lifestyle. Craig was right. I had told my husband everything, does it matter if he thinks it is a fantasy. It is real in his mind in some way isn’t it. He must secretly believe I might have.
Dan met me at the terminal curb and put my bag in the van. I love him so much, I love watching him heft my heavy bag. I smiled like a fool and he looked at me and smiled back.
“What?”
“Nothing? You’re just so sexy.”
“Weirdo, get in.”
I got in and we drove out of the airport and across the countryside to our little town. Fields as far as the eye could see. I looked at him.
“Pull over, right there onto that dirt road.”
“Why?”
I raised my eyebrow at him. He did not ask again. We got into the back seat and I pushed him back as I mounted his cock and rode his him as I whispered into his ear.
“Did you miss me? I think you did, your pretty hard.”
Dan held my hips as we fucked in the back seat. Awkward but I had a cock in my pussy and that was OK.
“What to hear what I did last night?”
“Tell me.”
“I let him fuck me. He gave me a massage. Then I spread my legs and I let him fuck me, bareback. Do you feel his come in me?”
His thrusts got more desperate as I told him how good my lovers cock felt and how sore my pussy was. I should have rubbed my clit to help myself get off but I forgot.
“He fucked me up the ass too,” I said as Dan fingered my butt hole and that was all he could take. He came so hard, one squirt in my pussy and then his cock fell out from the awkward angle and he came on my ass, thighs and calf. I guess I should have known that would happen.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t get off did you. Sorry it was just so hot I couldn’t help it.”
“No, I didn’t get off, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it up to me.”
“How?” He asked as I laid back on the seat of the van and spread my legs, fingering the sticky mess oozing out of my cunt. I pushed my fingers to his lips.
“Clean me up,” I told him. “Of course, now you have to lick up your jizz and my lovers.”
He smiled and went down on me without a second thought. The initial few minutes were just me caressing his hair and watching him lick me out.
Dan is a god at eating me out. He loves doing it and I always come. Now watching him sucking his own come out of me I felt my orgasm build. He got serious and started licking my abused asshole as his thumb rubbed my clit. With his other hand he pushed a finger inside and touched my g-spot. I have no idea how he juggles it but I came hard on his face. He even got me to come a second time licking my clit afterward.
“I love you,” I said, and we kissed and drove home. We hung out nude the rest of the day. In and out of the hot tub and pool, when we weren’t in bed. Or on the couch. Or me sucking Dan in his office while he tried to telecommute for work. I sucked his cock under the desk while he was in a Skype meeting. I have to say I love being quarantined with my husband.
We never really talked about it again and thank god Dan never noticed I had no panties in my luggage when he unpacked my bag. At least he never said anything. This is my secret always. Sort of like how writers write, you know.
I think it’s OK we leave it there because the fantasy is better than the reality anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again, probably, but never say never. Right?
I don’t regret it, but if I do it again, I think I need to be more thoughtful of protection next time. Something I forgot all about.
I still think about Craigknight and tell Dan the stories, who knows, maybe I will even write a story about it one day. It was fun and Craig was the perfect guy to pop my hot wife cherry.
THE AIRPORT
Five hours on a flight to find out they canceled the conference at the last moment because the state shut down, again, due to the pandemic. Fuck. I could have saved myself the trip. The airport I was at would normally be full of throngs of people. Guy people I could flirt with. I enjoy guys checking me out. I really love how many younger men are into older chicks these days. But today I can hear the click of my shoes echoing against the walls. The place is a ghost town. The stores, the food court, all closed. I pulled my bag behind me as I made my way up to the masked woman at the check in.
“I’m sorry madam, but the flight has been delayed. It may even be cancelled.”
“What? No. Fuck me. When will we know for sure?”
“Twenty minutes,” She said inspecting the monitor. Fine, I’ll just sit and cross my fingers, and toes. I had some writing to do anyway. So I sat down. My mask was fucking hot, and no one was around, so I lowered it to breathe.
I think I sat there for ten minutes writing when I spotted someone looking at me intently. Not like he could hide it, he was next to the only person in the terminal. I continued to write. He continued to get up, walk around and then sit back down. Like he was orbiting me, checking me out from all sides. Finally, he sat down in the seats facing me about six feet away. I was curious.
“Hi,” I said. He turned red and looked down. But he said something that surprised me.
“Your Bella Cooper, right?”
“What? No,” I responded. Well I am, but Bella Cooper is my pen name, I write erotica and romance for a living.
“It’s OK. I am Craigknight. I was walking up and saw you chatting online in the web site as Bella Cooper.”
“Oh, panty fetish guy? Right? You did a come tribute on one of my stories.”
“That’s me.”
What a small world. He was still a little embarrassed, but I smiled, and I told tell that he smiled under his mask.
“So, how’s it going?” He asked breaking the awkward silence.
“Well, should have stayed home apparently. I was at a writer's conference and now I am stuck in Texas. At least until they sort out their flights. you?”
“Me too. Business, cold calling on some potential customers,” he said. I could tell he wanted to talk and didn’t want to ask. I don’t share my pictures online; I don’t need the stalkers. He was obviously excited to meet me. As an erotica author you don’t often have a fan notice you.
“Madam,” The girl called over to me.
“Excuse me,” I said and went over to her.
“Madam, I’m sorry. The next flight won’t be until tomorrow night.”
“Shit.”
“We can give you a voucher for a hotel here at the airport,” she offered, probably hoping I was not going to lose my shit.
“Yeah fine.”
Taking the voucher, I went to get my stuff.
“Problem?” Craigknight asked.
“My layover just got extended for a day,” I told him as I collected myself and pulled my mask back up.
“Me too,” he said and stood up, “Need help? Maybe we could get a drink.”
“Look Craig, you seem nice and all but I don’t really do the shit I write about.”
“I know. It’s just a drink.”
Beware of men acting innocent I always say. I considered it but this wasn’t right. At the end of the day I like to flirt but I am a chickenshit when it comes to a guy coming on to me, “I don’t even know what you look like. You could be some masked serial killer.”
“True, but you have seen my dick,” he said.
It was a twisted logic but true. I had seen his dick. Along with countless others but I took the point.
“Ok, but there is no place open.”
“Liquors store?”
“No, no. drinking hooch in your car? really?” what a recipe for disaster that would be. **** anyone.
“The hotel has a lounge; it’s closed but they let people sit there and bring their own drinks. I stayed there last night,” Craighknight said.
“Well. OK.”
We went and got a rental car and we drove to the hotel.
TEMPTATION
Craig dropped me off so I could check in and he drove to a store to get the booze. Soon I was in my room unpacking and thinking about what I was about to do. This was crazy. I thought about standing him up when my husband Dan called me.
“Hi, I’m stuck for another night,” I told him.
“I thought you would be. I just saw the news about a new lockdown.”
“They tell me I will be out of here tomorrow, probably.”
“Any plans?” Dan said suggestively. It is an inside joke.
So that this makes sense to you, the reader. You have to understand how my husband and I play. I read him my stories which are all hot wife and cuckold style stories. He likes to think of himself as my cuckold in the stories. I tell him sexy things I think up as though I would really do it and he gets a charge out of it. The wilder the better. I have never actually done it; I can only imagine the complications. Both socially and in my marriage. I’m not willing to risk it. But I thought of Craig and his getting the booze, so I decided to play with Dan.
“Well, I did meet this guy at the airport. He wants me to get a drink with him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Maybe he is hoping to get me drunk and, you know…”
There was a silence for a moment, and I knew Dan had his cock out and stroking it. I could hear his breathing had changed.
“Got to go babe, call you later. Maybe,” I told him and listened for a moment before I hung up. But the thought of my husband stroking his thick cock to my being seduced in the hotel lounge was too much. I put my hand down my pants and did a few circles around my clit. I could have gotten myself off in a hot second but then I stopped and looked at the time on my phone.
I decided to meet Craig after all. A nice thin sundress and no bra should be fun I thought as I changed. My heart pounded as I got ready thinking about all the videos, I had watched of hot wives getting ready for their dates with their husbands watching. I had to stop myself though. This was not a date. This was not a date.
A DRINK AND A DINNER
I met craig downstairs in the lounge. He had a couple bags with him and got out the jack and coke. He had gotten ice somewhere as well and made me a drink as I sat down. I looked at the drink and promised myself that this would be the only one.
“So., I love your stories,” he said. “How do you think them up?”
“You know. I’m a writer and I follow a lot of rules, and I watch a lot of porn,” I giggled. “I start from a scene and just fantasies after that. I tell them to my husband to get his reaction.”
“That’s right you mentioned that a couple times. Your husband is a virtual cuck. He likes to imagine it’s you in the stories.”
“Nothing wrong with telling my husband dirty stories,” I said taking a drink.
“No, no. I’m not judging,” He said and sat back taking me in. I had forgotten my mask and he had taken his off. “I love how you guys can just have fun like that.”
“What do you like about my stories? I would think they would be wild enough for you.”
“Oh I love all sorts of stories. The cuckold and hot wife stories are cool because it takes the pressure off the guy.”
“Hmmm, I never thought about it that way.”
“Women always give me this line, ‘If you loved me, you would know.’ you know. like I am a mind reader. I would love a woman to just say what she wants and lead me there. I love pleasing a woman, but they sort of set themselves up for disappointment. It’s a lot of pressure on the guy to get it right or it proves you don’t care.”
Craig and I talked for a few more minutes and a lot of what he said made sense. I sat there and listened to him and wondered if I should grow a pair and sit closer. But I must admit, I’m one of those women that he described, I wanted him to read my mind. At least look at my nipples and how hard they were, I mean they were saying it all.
In the process of talking Craig managed to feed me three drinks. They were not all that strong, but I was feeling no pain. I smelled something good and it made me hungry.
“Fuck, that smell. I thought the place was closed. I am so hungry,” I said.
“What do you smell?”
I took a deep breath. “Chinese I think.”
“You’re in luck. I have Panda Express,” He put the bag on the table. “But we can’t eat in here.”
“Oh, no. Thanks but I can’t eat your dinner.”
“I bought enough for two. I hope you like the spicy shrimp and orange chicken,” he said.
“Are you k**ding. I love them,” I said and looked into his eyes. Now I think I am pretty. My husband always tells me I am hot. I have some decent C sized tits, but I am older and a little more round that younger girls. So, it always surprises me when a guy looks at me like Craig was. He had hit the magic button though; you can always get me with food. My husband knows this about me and so we tend to go out a lot. I also love when a guy plans and thinks of me. I found myself leaning in and whispering.
“Your room or mine?”
AFTER DINNER
We went to his room and we ate. He and I talked a lot about the stories I write and how I do it. Then we talked about my favorite porn clips on my profile. I was horny and so ready to head back to my room and fuck myself silly with a dildo in my bag when Craig looked at me funny.
“I have a question,” He said and right on que my phone buzzed. It was Dan texting me.
“Hang on a second, it’s my husband.”
“Ok,” Craig got up to do something.
Dan: What’s up.
Me: Nothing. Just having dinner and hanging out with Craig.
Dan: Craig? Where did you guys go?
Me: Every place is closed, so I am in his room.
Dan: Ooo, Netflix and chill?
Me: No, perv. You’re so bad. I’m headed to my room in a minute. I’ll call you.
Dan: Ok. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)
Me: your impossible. Love you, bye.
I put the phone down and turned back to Craig. “You were going to ask something?”
“Never mind,” he said.
“Don’t do that. Tell me,” I said.
“No it’s embarrassing now that I had time to think better of it.”
“OK. Be an asshole. How bad could it be?” I asked and I hoped I had goaded him into an answer. I hoped it would start something because I was not strong enough to say anything.
“Ok, fine. Can I have a pair of your panties,” he said. Not what I was expecting but considering Craig was into femdom and panties it was not a surprise.
“Wow. OK,” I said. “I have a suitcase full of them.”
“No. Not them. The ones your wearing,” He said. Now it just got interesting. I found it hard to breath as I considered his request. My mouth engaged before I could really think.
“Get on your knees.”
“What?”
“Get on your knees.”
He got down and I walked to him, now standing a foot away I waited. He still was not making the first move.
“Well.”
“What?” he looked confused. I remembered his conversation about women expecting men to read minds.
“You want them, get them.”
Oh my god, did I just say that. I was going to let some man I really did not know take off my panties. He hesitated.
“I don’t have all night. This is a limited time offer,” I said getting a little bolder.
He reached up under my sundress and ran his hands up the back of my thighs. Fuck it felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he found the waistband of the least sexy pair of panties I had. Not quite the grandma kind but still very practical. But the cotton panel of my crotch was soaked so I figured that would be the part he would like.
The panties slipped down my legs and finally at the floor I picked up one foot and let him slip that side off. I steadied myself on him and found myself caressing his hair, I am whore for a guy’s hair. And then, I got bolder. I left my other foot on the floor as he looked up at me.
“What else are you willing to do for them?” I asked. I wanted him to make the move. I thought how great it would be if he ate me out right now. Come on Craig, let’s dance already, I thought.
“What do you want?”
Ugh, Christ. I’m just an erotica writer and in the moment, I was about to panic and run away. But I thought about some of the women I wrote about and tried to put myself in their shoes. “A massage.”
THE MASSAGE AND STAYING THE NIGHT
There was a light in his eyes. The smile on his face was infectious. He got up and went to his bags and got out some lotion. A massage oil to be exact. He quickly got out towels and then got out some purple sheets from his bag as well.
He pulled the comforter off the bed and the sheet as well as the pillows. Then he made the bed with a satin sheet. The covered that with the towels and the regular sheet.
“Well, this is oddly well planned,” I told him eyeing him suspiciously.
“A lucky coincidence. I travel with them, for. You know. Self-massaging. Of the lower kind. I have to admit I have jerked off to you, your stories a few times on them.”
“Oh.”
I looked at the bed and how meticulously it was made. Craig stood there with the bottle of oil. Now it was my turn.
“I just want to make you feel good Bella,” He said. I reached down and pulled the dress over my head as he held up a towel to protect my modesty. I wanted us to kiss, but we did not. He helped me onto the bed and started on my back.
The massage was heaven. He worked his hands down my back to the small of my back and that's a spot that fucking makes me so hot. I was already a little horny and now it was unbearable. When it came time to turn over, I didn’t have a single hesitation to reveal myself. I spread my legs a little when he did my thighs and I was lost in the whole experience.
My breasts ached for him to suck my nipples. But Craig was focused. Then he was done, he went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and wash me off.
My phone once again bounced on the table and I got up to see who was texting me. It was my husband again. I looked at the time, I had forgotten to call him.
Dan: What’s up. I’m getting ready for bed, I thought you would call.
Me: Sorry, not in my room, still talking.
Dan: About what?
I thought about it for a moment. Then I decided to tell the truth about it.
Me: Netflix and chill. OK?
There was a long pause then the dots appeared that he was typing.
Dan: Does he have a nice dick?
I smiled; he was into it. I do realize that to him, it was just a story, getting him hot.
Me: Yes, want to see?
Dan: Really?
I texted him one of the dick picks Craig had send me, the one in tribute to my story.
Dan: That’s a lot of come.
Me: Good night.
I turned the phone off and put it down as craig came out of the bathroom with the warm washcloth. I walked over to the bed and he started to wash me from head to toe, then I pulled the towels and hotel sheet off the bed and I took his hand and pulled him to me.
“You missed a spot, touch me.” I said. This is not me. I don’t do this. But Bella Cooper would, and guided his hand to my pussy as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
Then we kissed lightly as his fingers worked magic on my clit. I held him as he finger fucked me slowly. It didn’t take long at all and my cunt was a wet mess throbbing in a nice solid orgasm. “Fuck. That feels so good.”
I shuddered and shivered in his arms as I got off. Then he took the cloth and washed off my pussy and laid me down in the bed. If you have never laid in satin sheets, go out and do it now, immediately. I have never felt anything like that in my life. Wow. It was better than sex. Craig took off his clothes and laid next to me. I was ready to do whatever he wanted; I was about to roll over when he started kissing my neck from behind. It made me smile.
He pulled the covers over us and held me. Sure, he had one tit in his hand. He was also wearing the panties he had earned. I fell asleep with him like that. Not sexy I know, but it was fucking wonderful.
MY HOTWIFE CHERRY
I woke up just about the time the daylight started to peak out around the cracks in the curtain. Craig was fast asleep, and I felt a nice hard-on in his panties and I rubbed it with my ass. He stirred a little. I put my hand in his panties and felt his cock. He woke up fast after that.
“Morning,” I said. “Take these off.”
“It’s OK.”
“It’s more than OK.”
“Look, Bella, I know you just write the stories. It’s OK.”
But I turned a little and kissed him and I spooned him a little more. Wiggling my ass.
“My real name isn’t Bella, it’s my pen. Your right, I would not. But Bella would,” I said. He got the hint and slipped off the panties. The look in his eyes like he just woke up on Christmas morning made it all worth it.
Naked now, I let him get closer, man handling me. I smelled his cologne. It was intoxicating. Now I was drunk with lust and not the booze and it felt so much better as he caressed my sides. I wanted to do something special for him, something I have never done before.
I felt the tip of his cock probing and I adjusted so he was against my asshole. I wanted him to push. I wanted it so bad right now. To feel him inside.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yes.”
He reached over for the oil and massaged my ass and oiled his cock. I laid still as his fingers worked the lubrication everywhere.
His was cock in position, finally. I didn’t wait for him to take me gently. I pushed back aggressively and that was all it took to let him know how I wanted it.
I lifted my leg and adjusted myself to feel him slip inside me in one deep thrust. I was blinded with the first stings of pain but then he was in and it felt odd. A fullness I had never felt but I liked it. He kissed my neck and I leaned back to kiss him as he fucked me and stroked my clit. I did not care anymore I just enjoyed my first sex with another man in eighteen years. I was so wound up I couldn’t come to tell you the truth. But I loved how much he was into it.
We acted out a number of our favorite porn clips and I got close to an orgasm a few times, but I loved it when he came inside me each time. He also came in my mouth, on my face and belly. I could not believe how much he could come.
We showered and I let him eat my ass and pussy clean. We got out and he dried me off when I got a sick feeling in my stomach.
“Thanks for the panties,” was all he said, and it sort of triggered me.
my heart is still pounding, my pussy and my ass was throbbing and now Craig saw it.
“You OK?”
“I cheated on my husband. What am I going to do? Oh my god I’m a slut.”
“Bella, babe. Whoever you are. It’s OK.”
“No, it’s not. You don’t get it I have never,” I started to say, before he put his finger on my lips.
“No, I do get it. It’s OK. Just tell your stories, like you always do. It’s not like you didn’t tell him. Just don’t take away the fantasy.”
I calmed down and we kissed. Then we drove to the airport. Craig on United and me on Southwest.
MY SECRET ALWAYS
I sat on the plane trying to read and think. No one the wiser that I consummated my hot wife lifestyle. Craig was right. I had told my husband everything, does it matter if he thinks it is a fantasy. It is real in his mind in some way isn’t it. He must secretly believe I might have.
Dan met me at the terminal curb and put my bag in the van. I love him so much, I love watching him heft my heavy bag. I smiled like a fool and he looked at me and smiled back.
“What?”
“Nothing? You’re just so sexy.”
“Weirdo, get in.”
I got in and we drove out of the airport and across the countryside to our little town. Fields as far as the eye could see. I looked at him.
“Pull over, right there onto that dirt road.”
“Why?”
I raised my eyebrow at him. He did not ask again. We got into the back seat and I pushed him back as I mounted his cock and rode his him as I whispered into his ear.
“Did you miss me? I think you did, your pretty hard.”
Dan held my hips as we fucked in the back seat. Awkward but I had a cock in my pussy and that was OK.
“What to hear what I did last night?”
“Tell me.”
“I let him fuck me. He gave me a massage. Then I spread my legs and I let him fuck me, bareback. Do you feel his come in me?”
His thrusts got more desperate as I told him how good my lovers cock felt and how sore my pussy was. I should have rubbed my clit to help myself get off but I forgot.
“He fucked me up the ass too,” I said as Dan fingered my butt hole and that was all he could take. He came so hard, one squirt in my pussy and then his cock fell out from the awkward angle and he came on my ass, thighs and calf. I guess I should have known that would happen.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t get off did you. Sorry it was just so hot I couldn’t help it.”
“No, I didn’t get off, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it up to me.”
“How?” He asked as I laid back on the seat of the van and spread my legs, fingering the sticky mess oozing out of my cunt. I pushed my fingers to his lips.
“Clean me up,” I told him. “Of course, now you have to lick up your jizz and my lovers.”
He smiled and went down on me without a second thought. The initial few minutes were just me caressing his hair and watching him lick me out.
Dan is a god at eating me out. He loves doing it and I always come. Now watching him sucking his own come out of me I felt my orgasm build. He got serious and started licking my abused asshole as his thumb rubbed my clit. With his other hand he pushed a finger inside and touched my g-spot. I have no idea how he juggles it but I came hard on his face. He even got me to come a second time licking my clit afterward.
“I love you,” I said, and we kissed and drove home. We hung out nude the rest of the day. In and out of the hot tub and pool, when we weren’t in bed. Or on the couch. Or me sucking Dan in his office while he tried to telecommute for work. I sucked his cock under the desk while he was in a Skype meeting. I have to say I love being quarantined with my husband.
We never really talked about it again and thank god Dan never noticed I had no panties in my luggage when he unpacked my bag. At least he never said anything. This is my secret always. Sort of like how writers write, you know.
I think it’s OK we leave it there because the fantasy is better than the reality anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again, probably, but never say never. Right?
I don’t regret it, but if I do it again, I think I need to be more thoughtful of protection next time. Something I forgot all about.
I still think about Craigknight and tell Dan the stories, who knows, maybe I will even write a story about it one day. It was fun and Craig was the perfect guy to pop my hot wife cherry.
Angelica
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