Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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When I got to my room, I sat on the bed wondering what I had got myself into. Things were moving so quickly, and into unknown territory. After going over everything in my head, again and again, I picked up my phone and called David, telling him everything. Talking to him made me realise I really wanted to see where the night went.
Dave just said, “You’re in charge; do anything you want. But I want to hear every detail afterwards.”
It shocked me how much he was into it, and that he wanted to hear every detail. After saying goodbye, I sat for a while and then thought, ‘what the hell’ and went for a shower.
After my shower, I sorted through my makeup, finding bright red nail polish. I painted my toes and fingers, letting them dry while I enjoyed a glass of wine from the minibar. Once they had dried, I finished my hair. Then I put on my suspender belt and slipped the fishnets over my smooth legs. Thinking to myself, ‘I hope he approves.’ The deep lace top on the stockings looked stunning as I fastened them to the suspenders.
Slipping on my new heels, the smile on my face was immense. I didn’t care if I could walk in them or not, they were Louboutin’s. My red painted toes looked beautiful with the fishnets as I stood in front of the mirror and took a photo, sending it to Dave.
When I took the dress out of the bag. It was the first item of leather clothing I’d worn, I loved the look and feel of the leather. There, lying at the bottom, was my thong. The salesgirl had put it back there and not the bin. ‘Bless her,’ I thought, as I threw it into my case, a big smile on my face. I put on the dress, which was a struggle as it zipped full length up and down the back. I looked into the mirror and thought, ‘Wow, sexy but also deliciously slutty. Who is she?’ I looked and felt hot. I applied some crimson red lipstick, took a deep breath, and walked out of the door.
On the way to the bar, I was relieved that Julie was not going to see me like this. I felt every set of eyes follow me. John was waiting for me at the bar. He patted the stool next to him as he ordered me a Gin and Tonic.
Picking it up, I couldn’t help but admire how my red nails looked, but I also realised I was shaking like a leaf.
John just said, “Relax, you look incredibly sexy Wendy. Enjoy the night; I promise it will be one to remember.”
My hands started to shake even more!
We sat and made small talk; I think he was trying to settle my nerves. Two more Gin and Tonics certainly helped.
With that, he stood and announced, “Time for dinner.”
As we walked to the restaurant, he put his arm around me. His hand caressed the leather as his hand slid down to my bum and smiled as he said, “Perfect.”
“All I have on is the dress, suspenders, stockings and heels,” I replied so matter-of-factly.
He replied, with a grin, “You may exceed my expectations.”
After our starters were cleared away, he asked if I was feeling more relaxed.
I admitted I felt much more relaxed, mainly thanks to my fourth GnT.
He had a wicked smile on his face as he took a little velvet bag from his pocket, handed it to me and said, “Good. Now pop to the loo; you’ll know what to do.”
Picking up the bag I did as I was told as if I was under a spell.
A few minutes later I found myself sitting on the toilet looking at a silver metal butt plug with a jewelled end. Seeing that the bag also contained a little sachet of lube, I thought, ‘omg, now I know what he wants.’
Without hesitation, I unzipped my dress from the bottom, enough to lift one leg up onto the toilet seat. I applied the lube to the plug and taking a deep breath I eased it into my arse. The cold, hard feel of the metal took my breath away as I slowly pushed it in.
Zipping my dress back down, I left the cubicle. I had to stop on the way back to the restaurant; the feeling was unbelievable.
Sitting back down, I handed him the empty bag. I was shocked as to just how good It felt when I was walking, but sitting down, omg wow, it felt so good.
He smiled broadly saying, “Good girl.”
Throughout the rest of dinner, I could feel myself getting wetter from the effect the plug was having.
We finished our food and returned to the bar, again the feeling of the plug was amazing. It actually shocked me how much it was turning me on; more than I could ever have imagined.
Was I really a submissive?
As we sat in the bar and enjoyed another GnT, he said, “Have you ever been submissive before.”
“No, but I think I am enjoying it,” I replied.
“Good answer,” he replied.
Then he said to me, “Remember the word ‘Farmer’.”
When I asked why, he leaned to me and said, “I am going to make you my slut tonight. If it gets too much, just say it. It’s a safe word and I will stop immediately, and the night will be over.”
My face must have looked concerned as he held my hand saying, “Don’t worry I am positive you will enjoy it.”
As we finished our drinks, he turned and said, “Shall we retire, my slut?” His words sent a shiver down my spine.
As I eased off my stool he said, “Stop there.”
I had my back to him, and I felt him undo the zip on my dress. From the bottom up!
Before I knew it, I felt his finger push against the plug. It made me gasp.
He took my arm and walked me to the lift. I could feel my stocking tops were totally exposed as I walked. But I liked it.
As the lift doors closed, he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I just melted in his arms once more.
He whispered into my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will beg me to stop.”
My body-shock and the sheer anticipation made my pussy leak a little as he said it.
As the lift opened, he guided me towards his room.
When we got to his room, he opened the door for me. Before I had a chance to say or do a thing, I felt the zip go all the way up on my dress. As it fell to the floor, he pushed me forward over the back of the sofa and immediately I felt a sharp sting of pain as he spanked each cheek really hard, twice.
“Don’t move, slut,” he barked.
Looking in the mirror I could see he was undressing. I was shaking, half with fear and half excitement.
He turned and again spanked each cheek hard, twice.
Then he said, “Turn around and get on your knees.”
In front of me was his semi-hard cock and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth as he guided himself in but just held it there, not moving.
Slowly I felt his cock swell from soft to rock-hard as my mouth was forced open wider. I liked the feeling. A lot.
As soon as he was fully hard, he grabbed my hair and slowly started to thrust in and out, literally fucking my mouth. I felt a complete slut, on my knees in just stockings, suspenders and heels with a man I had met just over twenty-four hours ago fucking my mouth.
I went to steady myself with my hands on him.
He brushed them away saying, “Put them behind your back.”
Without any protest, I did. In doing so we both knew I was his to use as he wanted.
His thrusts slowly got deeper and faster, and after every few, he would push deeper, and I could feel him touching the back of my throat making me gag. When he did, he would pull out letting me catch my breath. I was so confused. I was scared but I liked what he was doing. I was actually enjoying it.
He started again. This time harder and deeper, his balls bouncing off my chin. Not letting up I felt his grip tighten on my hair and I knew what was coming.
I heard him moan, “Fuck,” and he pushed hard. I felt the head of his cock as it was forced straight into my throat and spurt after spurt of cum shot straight down into my belly. He pulled out saying, “My god you are good Wendy.”
My eyes were watering, my mouth was dribbling but I loved it. What was I doing? What was I turning into?
He lifted me up again, kissing me deeply and said, “You are the best I have been with in a long, long time.” I felt his cock against me and looking down, I saw he was still hard. He smiled saying, “While you were putting the plug in, I took a couple of Viagra. I’m going to be hard for a while yet!”
He guided me backwards onto the bed, opening my legs wide and sank to the floor between my legs. I could feel his breath on me as he commented on how smooth I was and how beautiful my pussy looked. As soon as his tongue touched my clit, an orgasm hit me hard.
His kisses then slowly worked up my stomach. Stopping at my tits, he sucked each nipple hard and bit them. They were still sore from last night, but that just added to the sensations that were taking over my body.
I felt his cock at my entrance. Grabbing my legs, he lifted them and then, taking hold of my heels, he spread them as wide as he could, while slowly pushing the head of his cock into me. Teasing me at first, his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper until he was fully inside me. The feeling of the plug in my arse and him deep inside me pushed me over the edge again, as another orgasm shook my body.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and started to fuck me hard. With each thrust, his balls banged onto the plug in my arse. It felt amazing. I’d never felt pleasure like it. He was relentless, not stopping and I have no idea how many times I had cum before he finally pulled out, telling me to get onto my knees.
As I turned, I could see the pure lust in his eyes.
He pushed straight back into me. My god, it felt amazing. Holding onto my suspender belt, he pulled me harder onto his cock before starting to play with the plug, tapping it and twisting it as he fucked me. He then pulled it out of me leaving me feeling empty.
Then I felt his cock pull out of my pussy as it was forced straight into my arse causing me to scream aloud. Dave and I had dabbled with anal sex, but omg, this was so different. He slapped me hard again. It was too much; the mix of sheer pleasure and pain overwhelmed me, and I screamed, “Fuck, I’m coming,” and then did something I’d only read about. I squirted over his bed.
He said, “My god you are the perfect woman,” and then started to fuck my arse hard. Every now and then pulling out and plunging back into my pussy for a few strokes and then back to my arse. I was not sure how long it went on, but he suddenly pushed hard, cumming deep inside my arse.
He collapsed onto the bed beside me and I rested my head onto his chest, shaking uncontrollably from the numerous orgasms. We both fell asleep.
I woke a couple of hours later, still wearing my heels. I slipped off the bed to go to the loo. As I got off, I bent to take off my heels. As I did so I heard him say, “Don’t you dare; you’ll take them off when I say, slut.”
When I came back from the loo he was hard again. I crawled up the bed, taking him straight into my mouth sucking hard on him. Taking as much of him as deeply as I could into my mouth, I then moved up and lowered myself onto his cock, slowly fucking him and grinding my pussy into him. I came twice more before he said, “Get onto your knees.”
He knelt behind me saying, “Which hole?” When I didn’t reply he slapped my arse hard saying, “Which hole, slut.”
I turned and looked him in the eye saying, “Whichever hole you want sir.”
“Good answer,” he replied, “Now hold your cheeks apart for me.”
Reaching back and grabbing my arse cheeks, I pulled them wide open. I felt him spit onto my arse and his cock eased in again. He slowly started fucking my arse again with long slow strokes. As before, every now and then he would pull out and then plunge deep into my pussy before going straight back into my arse. It felt so good. He slowly got faster and harder and after what seemed like ages his pace started to pick up.
He started fucking me harder and harder, holding onto my suspenders again and pulling me onto him. I pushed my face into the pillow trying to muffle my screams. My body totally lost control as he reached forwards grabbing my hair. I heard him say, “Yes,” as he came deep inside me again.
I must have passed out because the next thing I knew his alarm was going off.
Getting off the bed I could feel my every part of my body ache. I went to the bathroom, still in my heels. My arse was burning from the abuse it had taken. I slipped on a robe from his bathroom, kissed him once more and then, looking out of the door, I checked that the corridor was all quiet.
My room was only three doors down. I ran and got in without anyone seeing me. As I sat on the bed the pain hit me. I burst into tears. I had never experienced anything like it, but I liked it. How could I tell Dave and what would he say? It was too late to call him he would already be at work. How do you tell your husband you liked being dominated and treated like, well, a whore?
After a long shower, my arse was still stinging, my nipples were sore from being bitten, but my pussy tingled. Even after drying off from the shower, it was still wet.
A more demure outfit was chosen for the day, just holdups and a plain dress. I packed up all my stuff into my case and just as I had finished, there was a knock at the door.
As I opened it, I saw John standing there. “Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied. “Rather sore, but in a good way.”
He smiled, passing me the dress saying, “It’s yours to keep.”
Taking the bag from him, I asked, “What about the heels though, they cost a fortune?”
He smiled saying, “Keep them too, the pleasure was all mine.”
We heard voices down the corridor, so I invited him inside.
As he closed the door he said, “Wear the heels again today.”
Taking them from the box, I took off my plain courts and slipped them on.
John then turned me around and told me to bend over and place my hands on the bed. I hope he knew better. I wasn’t in any condition to fuck; my pussy was still so sore. That wasn’t what he had in mind. John lifted my skirt and slapped my arse hard three times, leaving each cheek red-raw.
“That’ll teach you for wearing underwear without permission,” he said and then directed me to my knees. “Take my cock out and suck it, slut. Suck it well, it might be the last time you see it.”
I did, and I swallowed his cum again. I then got a warm cloth from the bathroom and washed him.
“You’re such a good girl, Wendy,” he praised me as he fastened his trousers. “I wouldn’t want my wife to smell another woman on me.”
I thought I had felt like a dirty whore last night, but I now felt like an even bigger slut than before. He was married. And he was my friend Julie’s boss. What a fucking slut I was. Before John left my room, he told me not to wear knickers today. I didn’t.
Since I would be leaving for home after the day’s sessions, I put my suitcase and other belongings into my car and then passed by the restaurant. I couldn’t face breakfast, so I only had tea. It was a challenge finding a comfortable spot on my arse to sit, but my discomfort brought a smile to my face.
John managed to find me alone during the morning break. He thanked me again for our amazing time together.
Before I began the long drive home, I texted Dave. I apologised for not contacting him sooner but told him I have a hell of a lot to tell him. He said that he could hardly wait but looked forward to every salty detail. I told him I did too.
From that point on, I knew our lives would never be the same again.
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