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I did something I shouldn’t have done. Out of everything my husband allows, I did the thing forbidden. He can never find out… I hope he doesn’t find out.
Remember Matt. The guy in the next county that fucked me in and on his car while Jon watched from ours and couldn’t hear. Matt spoke so dirty and called me filthy names. Made me his “slut” and “Fuck whore” We been talking online at times, during the day when Jon is at work and I got nothing else to do. He gets so descriptive in our chats and tells me what a hot lusty cunt I had and how he loved fucking it and if he got me alone he would spank my ass as he plowed me like the bitch in heat I am.
None of this disgusted me or put me off. His written words gave my pussy that hot familiar tingle. I could hear the gruffness of his voice in the back of my mind as I read them. The way he says them mean and vicious. I remember how he plowed me from behind that day calling me a slut and snarling at me to cum on his cock. It felt good to be his dirty whore that day and the online chatting was bringing that feeling back. But I also remember Jon not liking the description of what was said.
“We should hook up again. Give me that slutty pussy one more time.” Matt sent across the internet.
I thought about what that scene might look like as I responded on my keyboard. “I’ll talk to Jon and see if we can schedule it.” but I was pretty sure my hubby didn’t like Matt because of how he used me.
“But I’m already thinking about it, and that big ass in my hands. You should come over.”
“We don’t work that way and you know it.” I typed in, but biting my lower lip as I thought of his thick hard seven inch cock.
“You already been with me. I’m vetted. Approved and very ready”
Matt was like that all week, chatting me up and getting me horny during the day. Jon was my release at night. While my husband fucked me though, I was thinking of Matt and his rough ways even though Jon rode me sweet and gently. His cock didn’t have that thickness and it left me wanting. By Friday I couldn’t wait for Matt’s chat.
“Hey, sexy slutt.” Matt started in right away “How’s that juicy milf pussy this morning?”
I couldn’t help myself to be naughty right back, “Nice and creamy after rubbing it in bed.”
“Well, if you’d come on over I’d rub it for you. Maybe even lick that creamy cunt up.”
I did have my hand in the crotch of my yoga pants as I thought of being licked by that bristle faced redneck. “Is that all you’d do?” I taunted.
“If that’s all you want.” Matt typed back. “Come over and I’ll eat your pussy and you suck my cock. Just oral. Then done.”
I thought about it for a long time without responding but rubbed my puffy slit. He was only thirty minutes away. “Give me an address for a motel” I typed, thinking he wouldn’t come through and doubting I would too.
It popped on the screen followed by the words “30 minutes?”
There was an even longer pause on my end as I thought of the invitation. I had already told him yes. But I shouldn’t have, but I so fucking NEEDED it. “Give me 40.” I finally typed back and closed the laptop.
I wore what I would normally put on for a Hotwife date. I had stockings with a garter belt and a short skirt that covered my round plump ass. I had a bra to hold up my heavy saggy tits and brought them up to make a wonderful cleavage in a low cut button up blouse. No panties this time. I would usually wear them but I was hoping for really quick access, but I did have my overcoat.
I raced along 604 and crossed the county line to find a motel that looked like it rented out by the hour or the month. One of those Mom and Pops from the old times and not a chain. There was Matt’s car that I remembered from the one time, a big old Buick, parked in front of a motel room door. I parked next to it and then went to the door.
He opened the door before I could knock. Matt was waiting on me. Just some old blue jeans on, a bit of flesh hanging over them with a hairy bare chest. Not bad being in his forties.
“Well hello, milf slut.” He said grinning ear to ear and ushered me in and closed and locked the door. Jon was would have hated that term
Matt took my coat and tossed it on the chair quickly to come up behind me to cup my tit and press into my skirt covered ass. I felt his semi hard cock at my cheeks as his other hand rubbed at my belly. I was already wet for him but I wasn’t going to turn down extra foreplay.
His hand creeped down and under my skirt to find just me and no panties. He chuckled like he found a sweet goodie. “I love a naughty slut that wants it.”
Matt rubbed my hairy mound and kept his body tight to mine. I could feel that hard-on in his jeans. I pressed back into him, rubbing my big butt into that dick.
“You want it, don’t you, slut?” he breathed into my ear and then licked it. Squeezing my tit and my mound.
“Yes Sir.” I had no idea where that response came from but it felt so good, so right.
“Drop on your knees, slut.”
I did as ordered and went to my knees for him and turned to face the bulge in his pants. Matt started opening them and I licked my lips in anticipation. It was thick and cut with a nice curve upward. He pushed his jeans to his knees and I reached for his already hard meat.
I licked up its side like a starving whore, all the way to its tip and around the red crown. Matt gripped me by the hair, not controlling me but owning me. Looking down grinning as I worked down it again to his hairy balls.
“Suck ‘em!” He jerked my head a little. “Show me you’re a slut.”
I should have been pissed at his language, I know Jon would have been, but I just went lower and opened up for his nuts. Taking one gently into my red lips to bath and caress the orb. I sucked softly as my hand stroked the end of his upright dick. My hair gripped tight as I sucked this man’s ball.
I looked up at him, his hard cock across my forehead as he grinned down, smoothing my hair almost lovingly to grip it tight again.
“Now slurp my cock, Whore.” His words controlled me, thrilled me somewhere deep down.
I came up and engulfed him. Sucking my cheeks in the moment my lips had closed on Matt’s rock hard shaft. I shut my eyes and moaned around this man’s rod, feeling its pulse and power on my tongue. His hand still in my hair he moved me back and forth, taking control of the blow job and fucking my face. I did slurp him, keeping the drool to a minimum.
Matt took me from the floor and took me in his arms again, facing him this time. He ran his fingers down to my sopping wet pussy and shoved his mouth to my throat. I moaned loud at his attention and spread my legs wider, giving him any access he wanted.
“Bend over the bed, baby. Let me see that ass.” pushing me around to the motel bed.
My elbows on the mattress and my ass jutted out, I felt him lift the light short skirt to expose my unpantied fat butt.
“Yeahhh, he smacked my flank, “thick milf ass.” Matt rubbed my cheek and smacked it again before rubbing his cock up and down my crack and slit. “Maybe I should fuck this ass, mmm. There’s so fucking much of it.”
I looked back in concern but I didn’t argue or tell him no as I felt that cock head run along my crack.
“Tell me you need it, slut.” with that almost feral grin. “Tell me that milf pussy needs this cock.”
I whined my reply because I did need that dick. “Give me your cock. My pussy needs your cock.” I was so slutty, beyond what I’d ever been before.
Matt spread my wet folds with one hand and guided his purple headed prick to me. Shoving it deep once the head pierced my sloppy hole. I grunted out and sighed as it filled my pussy. His groin mashed into my ass and pushed me forward. I rested on my elbows as he grabbed my hips and began his rhythmic fucking of my hot cunt.
“Fuck yes, look at that fat ass jiggle.” He said with relish. “I love Milf pussy.” He pushed deep and hard. His groin smacking into my cheeks.
I felt full with his dick and my head was in a fog of lust as he spoke to me like a slut. Working my hot pussy and SWATTING my ass cheek. “Mmm, push back on me, slut. Show me you love that cock.” He smacked my ass flank again
I pushed back as commanded, fucking him, shoving back from that motel bed. Grunting for that fucking, feeling that dick get into deep places. Matt gripped my hips tight and started bucking harder, but we matched rhythms, fucking each other now. “Grrr, YES, fucking WHORE!” He growled as he pumped me.
I put my face to the mattress and let my body move to his pulls and tugs. My nipple rubbed on the old bed spread. The sound alone of our bodies smacking was working in my head, making me so horny and pushing me. But him calling me whore and slut put shocks to my psyche. He was using me on so many levels and I fucking loved it. My pussy got so tight around him wanting to milk his cock and felt so good gripping his flesh.
“FUCK” Matt hollered and came in me. His dick blasting hot cum in my milf pussy as it grabbed it and I started spasming myself, my own cum rolling in as my knees shook and I eventually went limp. The bed holding my body up as we came together, each so violently.
I felt sweaty and spent. Matt left his softening cock inside me and his body holding me down. “Fucking slut” he said into my ear, and then his dick plopped out. I felt some cum oozing out my hole. And now with my lust satisfied I felt dirty. Those words weren’t sexy or hot, just nasty and degrading. I remembered I had a husband and he wasn’t in the corner like he should be, ready to go take me home and reclaim me
“I need to go. Get off.” I was abrupt and did my best to slide from under him. I felt his wet cock tip trail across my butt and I felt disgusted.
I’m a “hotwife”, I fucked lots of men, let them cum in me and on me, but this was wrong, my mind was finally screaming. This was cheating. I straightened my clothes and grabbed my purse. I wish I had worn panties now as I felt our mixed juices trailing down my thigh. Jon wasn’t there. Jon doesn’t know. He can never know. I shouted in my head as I sped home.
I jumped in the shower as soon as I got home. I washed my boobs and between my thighs and took the shower sprayer between my legs, not for pleasure but to get HIM out. I felt dirty, but not sexy like before, disgusting. I cried in the shower and screamed at myself. I know I cheated.
I got dressed in something Jon loves and made his favorite Chicken Alfredo. I was all smiles as he came in the front door. I would be the best wife.
“Mmm, so glad you’re home.” I beamed at him.
He pecked me on the cheek. “Me too, beautiful.”
Jon had moved into the den and I drained the pasta to serve dinner. “Hun, dinner’s done.” I called. He didn’t come and I called again and went to him. I pushed the door open the rest of the way and my husband sat there looking at the opened laptop screen.
In my rush I hadn’t closed the app. I didn’t close it when I got home. Jon was reading the dirty and flirty conversation from all week. He turned just a little but kept his eyes on the screen.
“Did you meet him or was this just play?” His voice was controlled with each syllable clear and succinct.
I didn’t respond. I was frozen in a panic.
“Did you meet him?” Now his voice was raised and I stumbled with a response.
“W we know him. It’s Matt.” I dodged the question knowing I was utterly wrong.
Jon looked past me, not at me. He swung around in the chair and got up and came at me with abruptness. My husband has never hit, never truly yelled at me, but in this moment I didn’t know what he would do. I just waited for it.
He brushed past me through the door and headed upstairs. I wanted to follow and tell him how sorry I was, but I thought as angry as he looked I didn’t know what he’d do. Ten minutes later he came down with a duffle bag and the biggest suitcase we own with anger on his face.
“Jon, no. No please.” I was begging. “Talk to me. I’m sorry.”
My husband looked at me with anger and disgust. In all our years of hotwifing he only looked at me in adoration and lust. “You cheated!” he said sharply. “Do you understand?” Jon tried to keep his voice from rising. “The chatting was borderline, BUT YOU MET HIM!” He failed to remain composed. He pushed past me and headed for the back door.
I just dropped where I was, crying. “No, no please. I’m sorry.” But he slammed the back door so hard it knocked spices off the wall in the kitchen.
It’s been three days. He won’t answer my texts, he won’t take my calls. I fucked up and I knew it the moment the sex was done. The man that adored me now thinks I’m trash
I’ve been spit roasted, sucking cock while you get fucked, but I never got double penetrated. You know, one in the ass as well as the pussy… until last night. Eddie had a friend and we vetted him and Jon was good with it. Jon could have been the third but that’s never him. He likes to watch and then fuck me later or get a BJ on the way home. So Eddie is thick and black so he laid on his back. I mounted that fat fuck stick and let it get nice and warm in my wet pussy. Donny is a white guy with a nice long cock but not too thick. HE was for my ass
.I sucked him in my mouth as I gently rode my black lover underneath me. Just a casual ride you know, keeping us both warm and ready because the big show was coming later. Donny didn’t take long. He got nice and hard and was reaching over my big round ass, his finger rubbing some KY all over my bung hole, being really generous just like I told him to. I felt those fingertips push into my tight anus. just two, because it was a long reach and just the tips to pry me open. Eddie sucked on my nipple as I moaned around the white dick in my mouth, getting it sloppy wet
Jon sat in the corner rubbing his pants like usual, watching the whole show with me as its star. Donny brought that hard and bouncing cock around to my rear. I had to settle into Eddie. letting my boobs mash into him and his cock fully up my hotch as I waited for that dick to find my ass. At first The head hit its target, but with so much lube it wanted to just slide on the outside. He would push but it would slip over my crack. I think finally Donny gripped the head itself because I could feel his fingers in my cheeks and then I felt that mushroom push at my hole. I breathed in deep as he entered me, pushing his tool up my ass hole to finally slide in beside Eddie, just a thin wall of my flesh between them.
“Mmmm fuck” I moaned out, feeling them both
I felt so full, trapped between studs and my holes taken by them. Nobody moved at first but after I got used to it I looked down to Eddie’s black face and grinned. He smacked my flank and like a signal to Donny the white guy started a slow even pump of my tightest hole. His pushes made me just rock on that Black cock in my cunt and that was good. We were building it nice and slow. Eddie’s hips were still but his hands rubbed my big tits that rested on his chest. I leaned down to kiss him as we all slowly fucked. Donny gripped my beefy ass and started to pull me back and forth on his slim dick
This of course made me move on Eddie. Both dicks were definitely moving inside me. Still Eddie worried about my tits and let the wave of Donny’s manipulations just move us back and forth. Both hard cocks would push up inside me, filling me so full, so packed, only for both of them to leave again making a void in my privates. In no time I was panting as it felt so good in my pussy AND my ass. I didn’t even look over at Jon but I did hear and see some flash of his new camera. Donny started to really move me and I helped, shoving my big rump up and down his long thin cock and at the same time impaling myself on Eddie. Both men’s dicks shoving in now as I rode.
“Oh FUCKKKKK,” I wailed. It felt so incredible. It hurt a little in my ass but that was fine compared to that feeling in my whole pussy. “Oh God, it’s so much…”
“Should we stop?” Eddie looked up with a mischievous grin.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I panted out in my bliss.
My eyes closed dreamily and my head went up as I started moving on my own with both cocks. Rocking on Eddie and sliding Donny’s cock in and out my well lubed ass. I put my palms into Eddie’s hard dark chest. My legs were spread on either side of his hips as I kept pushing back on both cocks. Donny pushed a little on his own, keeping his groin tight against my ass cheeks.
I bent down lower and kissed Eddie, mashing my big heavy tits to his chest, loving my hard nipples feel the friction of his coarse curly chest hair. This opened my ass and changed the angle for Donny, who, pushing both cheeks apart with his palms, started to move with longer strokes, humping into my tight pucker. I moaned into Eddie’s mouth. Moving my tongue inside with passion in response to the dicks I was getting in me. We rocked back and forth hard now like a strange three piece machine, grinding and driving, rocking the bed springs with the weight of us.
Jon spoke up, which is very rare, “You almost need one in your mouth.” He said quietly but over the bed creaking
I hoped he was offering but he never came over. I watched him, trousers still on, rubbing his erection tented under there. He must have had a raging hard on watching me get double stuffed.
I smiled at him, “Later, baby?”
He gave me a nod and a wicked grin. I knew I’d be riding home with a mouth full of dick.
Donny was driving my ass and grunting hard, shoving that slim cock in my dirty fuck hole. My cheeks clapped against him as he pummeled me. Eddie just lay and smiled as we rode waves. My mound pressed tight to him and that black cock nestled so deep in me. I was hoping they would cum together inside me. I wanted to feel that hot wash of juice in both my holes. The idea alone was putting me nearer the top.
“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.” Donny was loud and I think we all knew what that meant.
He started unloading into my asshole. His cum was hot and thick as it shot inside me. He lunged forward and deeper, getting his whole dick up in me as it spasmed off its seed and flooded my ass. I was right there, right there at the edge of cumming as he rolled off.
I started moving on that black dick still inside me. I started bucking hard, moving back and forth on Eddie’s rod. I nearly took it out but slammed my pussy back on it with force. My arms clenched and my eyes closed tight as I concentrated on FUCKING him. My pussy was clenching and his cock couldn’t have felt bigger or harder. My big tits swayed right into his face, beating into his chin and nose as I bucked on top of him, arching my back as the wave was about to hit.
“FUCK, I’m cumming now too.” Eddie announced.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” I groaned out as my orgasm hit me. My head snapped back and my entire bottom shook. My pussy , my ass, my thighs, I shook on that cock still buried inside me and came all over it.
For his part Eddie wasn’t lying. His hips thrust up and he exploded in my quivering and clenching quim. His jet of hot cum sent me off again and my hips rolled as I sat upright on top of him, putting my arms up and hand into my hair. Feeling such deep pleasure all through my body now. That second started a third and his jerking cock just kept them coming until I collapsed back on top of him, out of breath but so satisfied.
Jon seemed in a hurry and rushed us out after a few goodbyes and my panties weren’t even back on and I was just in my overcoat. Cum dribbled down my thigh as we got to the car. My husband didn’t even pull away before he had freed his dick and pulled me by the neck down to it. He was raging hard even after getting outside but I took his six inches right into my mouth and fluttered the head with my tongue knowing this would get him off.
I sucked hard and moved a little up and down it, but my tongue swiping quickly across the head always did the trick and in moments Jon exploded into my mouth. Grunted above me and unloaded the biggest nut he’s ever given me. He held me down as I tried to swallow it all. His cum leaked from the side and into his pubes. I was a good wifey and cleaned it all up. Finally he drove away from the motel with my head still on his lap, making sure I didn’t miss any.
Well that took over 4 years… Still holding my breath. They haven’t done it yet.
Her love has never stopped
Her love has never faltered
She is my forever bride
and every meeting an AlterSix Years my precious one
You still hold my heart
Happy AnniversaryThis forum is still a Joke. Just here for Kait.
5 years of loving you and being loved
only this could make me come back here and post
ONLY your love can make me break a personal promiseI still love you
I still ache for you
I still hold you to my heart.
Happy Anniversary, Peaches, my brideOptimizing new Forum… Try it, and report bugs to support.
Are you done? Really is this it? it has been months. Is this all we are getting?
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