Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Since our night out with Mark and Helen, I started to embrace dressing more sexy. Dave loved it. I was now wearing hold ups daily for work, nearly every morning he would sit and watch me getting ready. That I became to love, modelling my lingerie for him. I also had quite a collection of new heels as well. I was starting to embrace the hotwife idea of Dave’s, but still unsure.
Could I do it?
Three months after that night. Here I was. In my hotel room, standing naked, assessing my body in the mirror. I was proud of my body. It had been a long time since I felt like this. My pussy, now totally waxed. A surprise a few months back for my husband. I love the way it looked, and felt.
Slipping over my exposed body, one of Dave’s favourites, a light summer dress with spaghetti straps. Tighter than I remembered it. I decided to forgo my knickers, I preferred the smooth look. Finally on my feet I slipped my strappy high heels and left. Walking into the bar I could feel the eyes on me. It felt good, I liked it.
Julie was waiting for me when I arrived. Although we worked at different agencies, we first met on a training course we attended a couple of years ago. Our like-minded friendship quickly blossomed.
She had chosen a dark corner table and sat across from a good looking, middle-aged man, whom she introduced as John, her general manager. Julie had never before mentioned him, but I immediately knew why. He had a confident, almost arrogant air about him. I was instantly drawn to that.
We had a lovely evening. Catching up with Julie was nice. John was pleasant. He seemed happy to watch and listen, and initially just keeping the drinks flowing. As the evening and drink wore on, John joined the conversation with his flirtatious contributions. Maybe it was the G & T’s, but to my surprise, I found myself easily flirting back. I’m sure Julie cottoned on to it
As it was getting late and I’d had a long day and probably to many gins, I said my goodbyes andsaid I’d see them in the morning. I excused myself and went to the loo. While there I texted Dave telling him what had happened that evening. He texted back straight away.
Dave: If you think you'll enjoy it, see where it goes.
Me: What? Don’t be daft. We had a few drinks. It was just some silly flirting.
Dave: I mean it. If you want, do anything you like.
Me: Are you serious?
Dave: Yes. But I want to hear about it later.
Tell him later? My pussy tingled again, as I re-read the last part of my husband's text. I told Dave I would do as he said, andsee where it went, but not to expect too much. This was a training course. I had to be professional. When I opened the loo door, I was startled by John who was waiting for me.
“I believe we are on the same floor, I thought I’d walk you to your room Wendy,” he said.
The butterflies in my stomach made me feel sick, I didn’t know what to say and just smiled as he offered me his arm. I slid my arm through his mumbling a thank you. To my embarrassment I stumbled, but he caught me. Putting his arm around my shoulders.
“You are a very attractive woman Wendy.” He said, “I couldn’t let you hurt those lovely legs.”
My face felt warm as I blushed. A few steps later he pulled me tighter to him. I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. His hand eased its way down my back until he reached my arse. Immediately I remembered I was without underwear. But I didn’t try to move his hand. I liked it, my hardening nipples told me so.
When we got to my door he took my key card from my hand, as he opened the door he spun me around and kissed me. I was shocked at first, but my lips did not protest. I just melted in his arms and found myself kissing him back.
He pulled me close, grabbing a handful of my ass he whispered into my ear, “I wanted you the second I saw you Wendy.”
I couldn’t bring myself to say I wanted him to.
I felt him pushing me back into my room, my head was saying stop, but I was lost in the heat of the moment. He guided me backwards as we continued our kissing. With one hand on my ass, his other went to my breasts commenting on my lack of bra and how good my tits felt. I don’t think my nipples had ever been so hard when he pinched them through the thin dress. I was gone.
My head was spinning as he pulled the straps down exposing my tits. He started licking and sucking on my nipples, It felt amazing. I felt his teeth bite down sending a shock wave to my already dampening pussy. He pulled my dress up over my arse and his hands stroked my bare skin. Again I should have stopped him, but I was falling under his spell.
His hand worked its way around and was soon between my legs rubbing my exposed pussy. He deftly and easily slid a finger between my lips, teasing my swollen clit. Then into my soaking wet pussy causing me to moan aloud.
He looked at me saying,”My you are a naughty, why don’t we find out just how naughty Wendy can be?”
He placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. He unzipped his trousers dropping his pants to the floor revealing a rather nice cock. It was maybe an inch longer than my husband's, Dave. He looked at me and saying, “You know what to do.” Placing a hand on my head, he guided me towards his cock.
Looking into his eyes I opening my mouth licking the tip then sucked the head into my mouth. He groaned and said, “That feels good.” His balls hung low as he started to nudge his cock further into my mouth. I sucked harder each time. I took him deeper to my mouth him. Working every inch of his cock with my tongue and lips. My practice paid off it was not to long until he pulled out. I felt his balls tighten in my hand as he grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Open your mouth slut.”
I did it. Digging my nails into his balls as he shot his cum into my waiting mouth.
Rarely did I swallow with Dave, but I just looked him in the eyes and swallow every drop.
He smiled as he lifted me up, sitting me on the edge of the bed as he pulled my dress over my head. leaving me in just in my heels. He knelt, pushing me back and opened my legs wide. I could feel his breath as he slowly ran his tongue from my arse to my clit. His tongue felt so good on my wet pussy.
He alternated between tongue fucking me and sucking on my sensitive clit. Each time pushing his tongue deeper and then sucking harder on my clit. He pushed two fingers into me. He started twisting them as he sucked on my clit. Then from out of nowhere it hit me. I had an explosive orgasm, causing my whole body to shake.
Laying there thinking omg, if Dave could see me now. I thought that was it, but he stood and removed his shirt. He saw the look on my face when I saw his hard cock, he laughed.
“Round two, my naughty one.”
He didn’t waste any time as he pulled me to my feet, turning me around and bending me forwards. He rammed his cock all the way into my pussy, the mixture or pain and pleasure made me gasp. He didn’t wait for me to compose myself, he just began pounding me hard. As he attacked my pussy, his hand found my nipples. He pinched and pulled them harshly with the purpose of causing pain. It worked, I screamed, but it was as much joy as pain. I’d never been a pain person but my god what he was doing to me was sending electric shocks straight to my clit. I found myself screaming, “Fuck me harder.”
My head was gone, I wasn’t sure how long he had been fucking me when he said, “I’m gonna to cum, where do you want it slut.”
“In me, fill my pussy.” I cried.
He pulled out one last time and slammed himself as deep into me as he could holding me there as he groaned, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, eventually he pulled out. I could feel his hot cum running out of my stretched pussy and down my thighs, He got dressed and kissed me on the cheek and left, leaving me still laying face down on the bed in a mess.
How long I lay there I wasn’t sure, but his cum had reached my shoes. My daze was broken by my phone ringing. It was Dave.
As soon as I answered. “So, did anything happed,” he asked.
A warm glow came over me inside when I said, “Darling, you are married to a real hot wife.”
Kicking off my heels I crawled into bed and told him everything. The touching, the blowjob, the fucking, the amazing orgasms. I could hear that Dave was wanking as I told him everything. I came again recalling the events. I wasn’t sure if we said good night or not, before I fell into a deep sleep.
The following morning I woke early, and rather a sticky mess. With last night popping into my head I Instantly I felt horny again. I jumped into the shower to clean up. Once I had dried off and done my hair. I went to my case to get my underwear and noticed the set Dave bought me for my birthday, and a new pair of nylons in there.
I’d not packed them.
Messaging Dave, I joked asking if he knew how they got there, I got a cheeky reply.
“I thought you should start to dress the part my darling.”
With last night popping into my head again I thought, what the hell. A big smile on my face I put the set on. the stockings felt amazing on my legs. Proper sheer nylons, you could hardly see I had them on. I slipped on my heels and took a pic and sent it to Dave, before slipping my dress on and leaving for breakfast.
As I walked to breakfast my phone went, one word.
“Fuck.”.
As I walked into the restaurant, I couldn’t see Julie anywhere. However John, my impromptu lover from last night sat alone and waved me over asking would I like to join him. He was even a gentleman standing to pull out my chair for me to sit. As I sat, his eyes lit up and a broad smile came across his face. I looked down to see what he had seen. I realised as my dress pulled tight and you could clearly see the outline of my suspenders. I went bright red, he just said, “Interesting.”
Over breakfast he pointed out it was mad both of us driving to the same place, he offered to take his car and drive us both to our head office. Again to my better judgement I said. “Okay, why not?”
On the drive there his hand wondered to my thigh, he grinned saying, “Just checking,” as his finger traced my suspender.
I pushed his hand away in a weak voice, saying, “Sorry but last night was a mistake, it should never have happened.”
He just laughed aloud, “Wendy, if you really thought that. You wouldn’t have had breakfast with me, you wouldn’t have gotten in the car with me, and you certainly wouldn’t have dressed that way this morning.”
He was right, who was I fooling. I wanted more.
As we stopped at some traffic lights. He turned to face me.
“Right Wendy, you clearly liked hat happened last night. So, you are going to do as you’re told and I think we will have a lot of fun.” He continued, “When we get there, go to the toilet and remove your knickers and hand them to me when you come out.”
“I couldn’t do that,” I said.
His face changed as he looked he at me.
“I was not asking you.” He replied, “Or would you prefer me to remove them now.”
My face went bright red and had to look away, but the tingle in my pussy made it clear to me, I was going to do it.
We walked into the offices, ever the gentleman opening the door for me. My heart started beating faster as we walked towards the conference rooms. He stopped dead outside the toilet,
He looked at me, and said, “You know what to do Wendy.”
A few mins later I found myself placing a rather damp lace thong into his hand, I could feel my face glowing bright red.
He just said, “Good girl.” Making no effort to hide them as he walked away. He brought them to his nose and sniffed them, before slipping them into his jacket pocket.
Once again, my pussy tingled.
We headed off in different directions for our respective courses. The morning flew by, but the whole time last night was never far from my thoughts. I caught up with Julie at lunch, just general chit chat. Neither mentioned last night. She was leaving that night as her course was only the one day. We said our goodbyes and went off to our classrooms
When the day had finished I walked to the car, John was already waiting there. Again ever the gent, opened my door.
As we drove, he asked, “What did you bring to wear this evening.”
“Just a skirt and a top,” I replied.
He scoffed, saying, “That will not do at all for a woman as sexy your to wear to dinner.”
“Dinner?” I replied.
“Yes, why not,” he said.
A few turns later we pulled up at the Royal Court Shopping centre. With a wicked grim, he looked at me saying, “Let’s go shopping.”
Less than an hour later in total disbelief I stood modelling for him a tight leather dress, that he had chosen, it was knee length with a full length zip up the back. Again my suspenders were clearly visible. I even caught the young sales assistant looking. I was actually taken back how good I felt in it.
He turned to the sales assistant and said, “Perfect, we’ll take it,” handing over his credit card.
The to my utter shame. He handed her my thong, saying, “I don’t think she will need this anymore, please put it in the bin.” I don’t know who went the redder, me or her. I changed back and handed the dress to her, blushing again as she took it from me.
Half an hour later we were in a shoe shop he had chosen a pair of 5” peep toe Louboutins. I’d only ever dreamed of owning a pair, but again he just handed over his credit card to the shop assistant.
When we left the shop he pointed me towards a lingerie shop, handing me some money saying, “Go and get some stockings for tonight. I have to pick something up, meet me back at the car in half an hour.”
On the drive from the shopping centre he asked, what I had bought. I smiled and told him he’d have to wait. When we arrived back at the hotel he handed me the bags, saying, "Meet in the bar eight o’clock sharp, don’t be late!”
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