My wife and boyfriend’s affair was growing more intense in the first short weeks after they met. They fucked as often as they could. My wife couldn’t get enough of her boyfriend’s affection, and of course, his massive cock. She said that the only thing that got her through the day until they could be together again, was her constantly carrying a fresh load of his man seed inside of her, and feeling it drip out into her panties while she worked. She said feeling his warm cum up inside her made her feel owned while they were apart.
My wife and I had attended a few swinger hotel parties over the years. These were parties held in local hotel ballrooms. Sometimes the parties were swanky, and sometime a bit seedy; it varied depending on the group holding them and location. Either way, the socials were hot! Women dressed in the slinkiest of dresses along with hot ‘fuck-me’ heels. Even though there was little to no sex out in the open at these parties, the events were often complete hotel take-overs; a great deal of wild sex went on in the hotel rooms. The most the two of us had ever done sexually at one of these was enjoy the electric atmosphere, the hot dancing, the outfits, and the flirting with other couples. We once did same-room soft-swap with another couple where we had sex side-by-side with our own partners, but didn’t swap. We enjoyed that immensely.
My wife enjoys being a hotwife, every bit for the pleasure I get out of it as much as her own, but she could never bring herself to allow me to be with another woman. In the years before we met, I had attended quite a few swinger hotel socials with a former girlfriend, and we had a blast enjoying full-swap sex with a few select couples. The intimacy I had shared with my former girlfriend after same-room, full-swap was on another level completely – like being two partners in crime with a dastardly secret. When we played with another couple however, I could barely keep my eyes on the other woman; they were mostly on my own partner, enjoying seeing her being taken by another man. That explains why I much prefer that my wife play rather than me play with other women. She is such a goddess to me that I don’t need a relationship with another woman – who could possibly compete? Still, she had never experienced full-swap with another couple and sharing that kind of intimacy with me during and afterward; it really does bring a couple even closer, and something I have always wanted her to experience at least once in her life as I know the pleasures of sharing that kind of experience. I am still a straight and horny male after all. But after much pleading over the years, it seemed like it was never meant to be.
“Honey, can you come in here?” I heard my wife calling from the den. She had been on her cell phone with her boyfriend, giggling like a teenager. She had put him on mute to ask me something.
“Sweetheart, my boyfriend wants me to go as his date to the New Year’s swinger hotel bash. Can I go?”, she asked, with a worried tentativeness, expecting me to say no, knowing that she rarely agreed to attend them with me, let alone the best one of the year.
“Pretty please???” She pleaded. I stalled, conflicted. I knew that with her hot new boyfriend that they’d be pursued by many other couples. I’m no slouch, but she is so much more attractive than me, and her new boyfriend was a female magnet – other couples would be all over the pair, like flies on flypaper.
“OK”, I relented. She sprung out of her chair and threw her arms around my neck and said, “Don’t worry baby, I promise you’ll regret it!”. Confused, I responded “Regret it? Don’t you mean I’ll not regret it?” She firmly grabbed my crotch, gritted her teeth, and confidently asserted, “Oh nooooo, I meant I’ll make sure you’ll regret it, and you’ll love every moment!” laughing as she slipped back into her easy chair and proceeded to tell her boyfriend that they were going to have a blast at the party.
She was right, I was already regretting it, and the regret shot straight to my cock like a lightning bolt. It made me rock hard. Still standing directly in front of her, I dropped my pants, and pulled out my erect 8-inch manhood which she began stroking vigorously, never pausing in her conversation with her boyfriend, but looking up at me with a broad smile plastered on her face. I felt the cum welling up deep inside my balls while she continued to stroke me harder and faster, causing me the ejaculate all over her face and glasses. Dripping with my cum, she looked up at me like an innocent little lamb, and licked her cum-covered lips with her trademark seductive glance. Regret never felt so fucking fantastic!
Several days passed, and New Year’s Eve was finally upon us. It seemed like it took forever to come. My wife had spent days preparing for her New Year’s Eve lifestyle date with her boyfriend. She had been to the spa for a manicure, pedicure, and waxing, as well as shopping for a killer dress, shoes, and lingerie to wear. She pulled out all the stops. Seeing her plan and prepare with such intensity and focus was hot all by itself – I knew she was doing it all to please her boyfriend. I walked into our master bedroom and could hear her happily humming a tune in the master bath; she was enjoying a rich, sweetly scented bubble bath in our Jacuzzi to the sounds of soft music and candlelight.
“Honey, can you help me out for a moment”, she cooed.
I came instantly at her beck and call, and proceeded to scrub her back and massage her feet, before helping her out of the Jacuzzi. Still slightly covered in bubbles, she playfully flung her finger towards me, which sent a dollop of white lather flying that landed squarely on my cheek. She laughed.
“Just wait until I get home baby!” she warned, pulling me close the her. I knew what she meant. She’d be spending the entire night at the hotel, partying and sleeping with him, fucking, and sleeping, and fucking, - repeatedly, until daybreak, after which she’d bring home her cum-filled pussy for me to sink my face into, and enjoy the sweet smell and taste of her wanton infidelity.
Her skin glistened with the oils of her bath as the few remaining suds slid off her sexy candle-lit figure. I looked down and saw the smooth, bare runway between her legs.
“Do you think he’ll like this?” she asked with a failing innocence, while running two her fingers over the folds of her pussy. “Uhhhhh” I stammered, “I, I think so”, quickly correcting myself, “No, I am sure of it.” Her smile turned instantly stern.
“This is his pussy now”, she declared in a harsh, instructional tone, “…and don’t you forget it!” she scolded, whipping my ass with her wet towel. I was loving every word she uttered, eating it up. I wanted more.
“Be useful, help me get dressed for my date, bitch!” she commanded.
She had laid out her outfit on the bed. I helped her with her lingerie. This time she wore sheer hose with a garter belt, revealing her lace panties in-between. I zipped-up the back of her dark blue sequin dress, which was form fitting and tight to the perfect curves of her body. She had packed several outfits to change into for late evening fun. One of them was a super-short metallic copper pattern dress with the slinky top and tiny mini-skirt bottom connected by only a large round metal ring in the middle – it was barely a dress, and screamed “breed me!”
She motioned with her index finder that silently commanded me to kneel at her feet and slip her stiletto heels on each foot. I quickly complied. I am normally the slightly more dominant one of the two of us in our day-to-day life and sex, but I really enjoyed her taking the dominant role sexually. It wasn’t just a massive sexual turn-on, but also a welcome respite and huge relief from always being the one having to be in control. I’ve always been the type of guy wanting to pamper and please my women. I take an immense amount pleasure from it, and this allowed me to an even greater ability to do so. Some men selfishly take pleasure for themselves with their women, but that kind of pleasure doesn’t remotely compare when a man learns how to derive far greater pleasure by giving, and vicariously enjoying her pleasure - both emotionally and sexually. This is the great and powerful mystery the lucky ones discover called Compersion. Fully dressed and ready to rock, my wife stood up and paraded across the room in front of me.
“How do I look honey?” She asked. I was speechless. Standing before me was the most glorious female specimen I had eve laid eyes on - a picture of alluring perfection. Her hair was perfect, rocking back and forth over her shoulders, soft and silky, her sequin dress brilliant and glistening, and her eyes afire with anticipation.
At once she was both a vision of exquisite beauty, impeccably classy, and a cock magnet. She indicated that she was in a hurry and had to leave quickly, gave me peck on the cheek, and bolted out the door. There I stood, watching the woman with whom I exchanged vows leave for the night, ready to ring in the new year in the arms of her new boyfriend, knowing that the party poppers at midnight would most definitely give way to her pussy getting popped by his massive cock, plunging relentlessly in and out of my wife’s hot, wet pussy, and who knows doing what, or with whom else.
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