Figuring it out

[Mrhotwifeplusone]

Our favourite thread so far

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum myhotwifeplussome.

[Lookingforadventure]

Welcome Mr.Hotwiveplusone! I look forward to reading more about you and the Mrs

[Mrhotwifeplusone]

Thanks to you and mr G , D

[Mrhotwifeplusone]

Absolutely!!!

[Lookingforadventure]

It has been awhile since I posted about “Sir.” We haven’t seen him in person since our September hotel date, but he texts every few days to check in, and sometimes we find the opportunity for sexting play.

If I’m honest, I find him to be ridiculously charming. I suspect that if we had met some other way, we would be friends (without sex benefits). We both have eclectic tastes in books and tv and like to talk about it. We both enjoy a nice glass of red wine (and he enjoys prompting me for details about my fantasies once the truth serum has been ingested). And we have similar senses of humor. All of which is to say that I really enjoy chatting with him.

When the timing works out, we’ve also played virtually. I confess that I don’t totally understand what Sir gets out of our relationship (other than the friendship I described above). I think he just genuinely enjoys helping women push their sexual limits. I’m not complaining because I benefit from the experience.

Recently, we had a play time that is worthy of sharing here. It took me a bit to process, and I had to go to my VHW friends for help putting it into perspective. For that reason, sharing it more publicly might help others to know that it is totally normal. Or maybe you’ll all judge me and think I’m weird Either way, here it is.

The play time began in a typical way. I was in my bedroom and Sir instructed me to get naked, and attach a leather collar as well as wrist and ankle cuffs. This time, he also told me to attach two sets of clamps to my nipples. We’ve been working on nipple play lately, and I am getting quite good at wearing clamps for a prolonged period of time. I’ve never worn two sets at once though!

I attached my gentler pair just above my nipples and the more intense pair below. I’m not going to lie. It hurt. After a minute or so, however, the pain dulled and the result was a very heightened sensation in my whole body.

Sir asked me to get out several of my toys (because we play via text, he had asked early on for a complete inventory of all of our sex toys. Sometimes he also suggests non-typical things to have on hand such as clothes pins, chop sticks, or rubber bands). I let him know when everything was assembled.

We started fairly easily. He had me lay down and hold a magic wand against my clit.

We own two of these wands. One is old-school and plugs into an electrical outlet. The other runs on a rechargeable battery. The electric one is much more powerful, and that’s the one that he wanted me to start with.

I used it on low and gave my pussy a bit of time to warm up. Since I was already aroused by chatting with Sir, it didn’t take long before I orgasmed.

Sir asked me to check on my wetness levels. I inserted a couple of fingers and pulled them out. I let him know that not only was I audibly wet when fingering myself, my fingers were coming out very creamy.

“Excellent, then let’s work on getting that wand inserted in your pussy,” he instructed.

If you have a magic wand, you may understand the magnitude of this request. The head is very large. It wasn’t going to slide inside very easily. I added some lube and began to work it in gently, teasing myself with it and letting myself open up a little bit at a time.

Sir was happy to keep me entertained while I worked. He texted me with all his ideas for our next in-person play time. Some made me laugh. Some made me institute a strict veto. Many made me aroused to think about.

After several minutes and a very solid push, I was able to report that the head was fully inside. It wasn’t painful in any way, but I felt stretched and very full. Sir instructed me to turn the wand on.

“No,” I responded. Then I added a follow up, “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”

“Not a problem, Wench,” he said. “Use your fingers on your clit and let me know when you feel ready.”

I did as instructed and soon could feel my arousal building. I was less focused on my stretched pussy or my clamped nipples, and was instead noticing that my whole body was turned on and eager to cum. I told Sir that I was going to turn the wand on.

“Use the low setting, Wench” he cautioned.

I did, and the feeling was intense. I could feel vibrations deep inside - against my cervix and my g-spot. Sir asked me to describe how it felt. Then he had me take the second magic wand and hold it against my clit.

I was not to turn it off without permission. He wanted to see how many times I could orgasm.

I did as instructed. When I turned the second wand on and held it against my clit, I came very quickly.

Keeping the wand on my clit after an orgasm is really difficult for me. My clit gets very sensitive and the vibration feels too intense. Sir and D have been working with me on this lately though. If I can breathe through the initial discomfort, it eventually turns back into pleasure and another orgasm builds.

This time, with the wand also on inside of me, the feeling was super intense. I had an orgasm, and then another would build within two or three minutes. That happened three times.

I turned the wands off, and noticed that while the wands were on I no longer noticed the clamps on my nipples. With the wands off, my nipple sensation was once again prominent. I texted sir to report my orgasms and ask if I could take a break. Could the clamps come off? Could the wand come out?

“No,” was his reply.

I turned the wands back on. My nipple pain went away, and the sensation in the rest of my body built again. This time, the break between orgasms lessened. There was maybe only a minute between them. My face and chest were flushed. My heart was racing. I had to work to catch my breath.

After my seventh orgasm of the session, I turned the wands off again and asked if maybe I could remove the inserted wand. I was once again denied.

“I want you to turn the inserted wand on high and then hold the other on your clit. I want you to cum five times with no turning them off in between. After that, you may remove it,” he said.

It is important to note here that I do have safe words with Sir. I also have the complete ability to not follow instructions if I don’t want to. In this case, I really did want to push myself. I didn’t want to let him down (and I knew D was following along with our text conversation while he was in a meeting at work). So I replied, "Yes Sir."

I turned the wands back on. It was amazing. I can’t accurately describe the sensation. There was a full body intensity that just grew until my orgasms were flowing in waves one after the other.

It was extremely pleasurable, but for some reason I also started crying. I wasn’t in pain, and I wasn’t in a bad head space, my body was just having an emotional reaction for some reason. That’s the part that took me a bit to figure out.

After many orgasms, I turned the wands off and removed the one from inside me. I texted sir to let him know about the waves of orgasm and how they felt. I didn’t immediately tell him about the tears.

He told me how well I had done. He asked if I wanted to make myself squirt before we finished our play time. I said I didn’t.

He told me again how well I had done. I thanked him but said that I was a bit disappointed in myself. I didn’t like how often I had asked to take breaks or to remove the nipple clamps.

“Don’t be silly,” he wrote back. “You had the clamps on for 90 minutes. That’s a new record. And rolling waves of orgasms with two wands is very intense. You did very, very well. You are a treasure. Truly.”

I thanked him but said I still wasn’t sure. I removed the clamps, cleaned my toys and got dressed as I tried to get my emotions under control. Sir continued to chat with me and I think he could tell something was up. Eventually, I confessed.

“I don’t know why, but sometimes when engaged in submissive play, something hits an emotional nerve for me. I can’t explain it or why it happens, it just does. That happened today. I just started crying, but I wasn’t having a bad time or anything. Anyway, I’m just trying to recover from that,” I told him.

“Oh, Wench. That is totally normal. Sounds like you experienced a bit of sub space maybe. I wish I was there to give you a big hug," he answered.

I assured him I was fine, I just needed to ground myself a bit. I’m not sure he totally believed me because he continued to text a bit as I went downstairs and started making dinner.

We chatted about work and our plans for the evening. I also chatted with a few of the VHWs to get their perspective on my emotions. Like Sir, they assured me that this was totally normal. BDSM play can be emotional and even cathartic.

Sir stopped chatting with me once I told him that D was finished work and had come to the kitchen to hang out with me.

D had been following the conversation and gave me a hug. The kids were around so we couldn’t really talk. He just asked if I was ok and I told him that I was.

That evening, when we went to bed, he held me in his arms as I described what had happened. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead and I felt much better.

Sir checked in with me again the next morning. He really is very sweet. And I assured him that I’m eager to continue playing. We even have another in-person session planned for next month.

The moral of this story, however, is to be careful when you play alone. Lol. Aftercare is so important.

[R_H_NC]

That is probably one of the best and most erotic (check that, the best) retelling of a BDSM scene I have ever read. To think it was accomplished solo (albeit with virtual help) is amazing.

Thank you for sharing.

[Lookingforadventure]

That is probably one of the best and most erotic (check that, the best) retelling of a BDSM scene I have ever read. To think it was accomplished solo (albeit with virtual help) is amazing.

Thank you for sharing.

Thank you so much. I wasn't sure about sharing this one, but the experience really was powerful in a lot of ways. And I so appreciated hearing from others that my outpouring of emotion was nothing to worry about. I figured that maybe my telling it might help someone else if they go through something similar.

[eventfire]

This had me so enthralled I had forgotten I was filling the sink and now MY wetness level covers the kitchen floor. Well done! (Thanks for the mess)

[Lookingforadventure]

This had me so enthralled I had forgotten I was filling the sink and now MY wetness level covers the kitchen floor. Well done! (Thanks for the mess)

Lol. Sorry. But at least I didn't distract you at work this time.

[Lookingforadventure]

October 25 was my hot wife anniversary. Since G was the one who popped my hot wife cherry by letting me suck his cock in a park, it seemed appropriate to plan a hotel date with him for a few days before the occasion. I was determined to make it special.

D was unable to join me for the date, but was all in on helping me plan. He even agreed to be in charge of lingerie. What a trooper! He went online shopping and chose a pretty bra and panty set in G’s favorite color (plus a few other things, because he has trouble restraining himself when it comes to lingerie or sex toys).

The set was lacy in a deep plum color. The bra has a bit of lift but also a plunging v that does showcase my breasts rather well. The panties were cheeky and lacy. I think it struck a very classy and sexy look.

I was in charge of the outer wear, and opted for a new turtleneck sweater dress that clings to my curves and ends about mid thigh. Paired with cute ankle boots, the look was fall casual with just the right amount of sexy.

That took care of the outfit, but what about activities? D was happy to brainstorm that with me too.

We talked about taking advantage of the approaching Halloween holiday, by purchasing some slutty role-playing costumes. While we researched this possibility, I learned that D prefers the slutty nurse look over French maid or school girl. In the end, though, we ruled out role play for this particular date.

Instead, D encouraged me to take G by the hand when he arrived at the hotel door, lead him to a chair, sit him down, and give him a strip show. Ever the trooper, D was also willing to have me practice my moves for him

D also suggested that I include a few surprises in my sex bag, just in case the mood struck. We packed a few scarves and a blindfold, a butt plug, some dildos. Now, all I had to do was wait for the day!

G and I had booked a day off of work and planned to meet at the same hotel as our last “business meeting.”

When the day arrived, I got dressed and told the kids I was off to the office. D kissed me goodbye and winked as he told me to have a great day. He also texted G to let him know how hot I looked and that he hoped we’d send lots of photos and videos.

I checked into the hotel around 8:15 and let G know the room number. He said he’d be there in 5 minutes. I guess I wasn’t the only one who was eager.

G knocked on the door and I went to greet him. My plan had been to immediately bring him to the chair and make him wait for a first kiss, but I failed. He pulled me in close and I could resist kissing him passionately.

Breaking the kiss, G looked at the other side of the room and said, “I am thinking that chair looks pretty interesting.”

“What a coincidence,” I responded. “I have plans for that chair.”

I took him by the hand and brought him over. He asked if he could take off his jacket and shoes first before I pushed him down. I laughed and said, “Alright, but then sit there, arms on the armrests and don’t move.”

He did as he was told and smiled at me with an eager little boy smile. I stood in front of him and maintained eye contact as I lifted my leg and rested my foot next to his hand. I bent to undo my ankle boot zipper. G glanced down and caught a little glimpse up my dress.

“Is that purple I see? I like purple,” he said.

“I know,” I smiled.

I repeated it with the other boot and then kicked them off. I turned around and did a bit of a shimmy before leaning down to grind my ass against his crotch. He stroked my hand.

“No touching! Remember?” I said.

I turned and brought my breasts very close to his face as I leaned to kiss his forehead. Then I took a step away and started to slowly lift the dress up. He got his first full look at the panties, and I told him that D had picked them just for him. I tossed the dress to the floor and showed him the matching bra.

This time, when I straddled G’s lap I faced forward to grind against him. His hands fondled my body, and I told him he wasn’t very good at the no touching rule. He agreed that that was true. I kissed him on the lips, then stood again.

I turned so that my back was facing him as I took off the bra. I tossed it across the room and turned around with my hands covering my breasts.

“Would you like to see?” I asked.

“I’d like to taste,” he replied. I decided to let him.

All that was left was to remove the panties. D had texted G that I had a surprise under my dress. I told G that the purple panties weren’t the surprise.

As I pulled them off, I bent forward to give him a glimpse of the butt plug snugly placed between my cheeks.

I think his response was “Fuck” or something similar.

I crawled to where he was sitting and said that it was time for me to help him out of his clothes. I lifted a foot, removed his sock and took his toes in my mouth. Then I ran a tongue over the arch as I slid a hand up his pants against his calf. Afterwards, I switched to the next foot.

He asked if he could remove his sweater. I said that was acceptable to me. I watched as he lifted it over his head and threw it to the floor.

I smiled up at him as I slowly ran my hands up his legs and towards his crotch. I skipped his erection and stroked his chest instead. Then I told him that I wanted to undo his pants. He stood to give me assistance.

“I wore something special for you too,” he told me, revealing his black boxer briefs in a super soft material.

He sat back down and ran my face over his crotch and then used my tongue over the outline of his cock. I reached a hand up the leg opening so that I could stroke him. The game was over. I needed a taste.

He lifted his butt so I could take his boxers off and I took him deeply in my mouth. I really do love sucking his cock.

That's when I remembered that we had promised to share photos and video with D. I grabbed my phone and asked G to take a video. I looked up at the camera as I worshipped his cock, licking and kissing it, and then taking it deep.

G moaned as he did his best to shoot a good video. I smiled at the camera and said, "I want you to fuck me now."

G stopped filming, and I hit the button to send it to D.

G grabbed my hand, helped me to my feet, and guided me to the bed.

.....To be continued.

[eventfire]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

[Lookingforadventure]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

I haven't even gotten to the good bit yet!

[Mr1SexyGILF]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

Totally agree. Thank You Ms Adventure for for sharing the juicy details of all your Adventures with us.

Mr GILF

[Lookingforadventure]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

Totally agree. Thank You Ms Adventure for for sharing the juicy details of all your Adventures with us.

Mr GILF

Thank you for enjoying the telling of them. I'll work on the next chapter soon (hint: I may have welcomed a new cock in my ass).

[airhorn]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

Totally agree. Thank You Ms Adventure for for sharing the juicy details of all your Adventures with us.

Mr GILF

Thank you for enjoying the telling of them. I'll work on the next chapter soon (hint: I may have welcomed a new cock in my ass).

"May have"? Surely you would know?! That hardly seems like the sort of thing one would fail to notice!

[Lookingforadventure]

....seriously, your posts might as well come with a prescription for erectile disfunction because no man could read your exploits without achieving a record-breaking erection.

Totally agree. Thank You Ms Adventure for for sharing the juicy details of all your Adventures with us.

Mr GILF

Thank you for enjoying the telling of them. I'll work on the next chapter soon (hint: I may have welcomed a new cock in my ass).

"May have"? Surely you would know?! That hardly seems like the sort of thing one would fail to notice!

Oh I noticed! It is a delicious and exquisite memory that I cherish very much.

[Lookingforadventure]

(Second "work day" hotel date story continued)

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G led me to the bed and guided me down.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you,” he asked with a smile.

I told him I was very, very sure.

“Shoot, because I was hoping to spend some time with my face between your legs first.”

“Well, if you insist, I suppose that would be acceptable too,” I laughed.

I leaned back and felt G’s breath on my clit. My body was aching for him to touch me. He paused and then his tongue reached out to flick my clit ever so gently. I gasped. G applied more pressure. His tongue explored my labia, my clit, even dipping inside me. I told him that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get very messy very quickly.

“I love being covered in you,” came his muffled reply.

I closed my eyes and bathed in the pleasure G was providing. It didn’t take long before my thighs clamped around his head in orgasm.

He smiled at me from between my legs. Then, guiding his cock to my dripping pussy, he slowly slid it inside as he leaned down to kiss me. He tasted like pussy and I told him so. “Well you are delicious,” he replied.

G began to pick up speed. I told him that I was already getting close. “Cum for me,” he commanded. So I did.

We spent the next while playing on the bed, copulating in several different positions and sometimes grabbing a phone to send a steamy photo or video to D.

“Can you feel the butt plug while you are fucking me?” I asked him at one point.

“I can,” he answered. “It makes you feel extra tight.”

“Maybe one day you and D could double penetrate me,” I said with a hopeful twinkle in my eye. G replied that he would love to help me scratch that off my bucket list.

At this point, G was getting close. He suggested that I scooch to the foot of the bed and lie on my back. He stood between my legs and slid back inside me. He looked in my eyes as he fucked me hard. I started moaning loudly.

“I love it when you fuck me,” I practically yelled. We both came together.

“Don’t move,” G told me after he recovered his breath. He leaned over to grab my phone and slowly pulled his cock out of me. Then he squatted down and filmed as a trail of his semen dripped slowly to cover the handle of my butt plug. I’m not a huge fan of cream pie porn, but even I had to admit that it was a pretty sexy video.

I sent it to D and he agreed.

“I’m having a hard time concentrating on work for some reason,” D texted. “But don’t stop sending this to me. It is so fucking hot.”

G and I climbed under the sheets and cuddled in the bed as we recovered. I told him I had a present for him in honor of the one year anniversary of our blow job in the park.

“I thought you were my present,” he said with a smile. “Or that the purple lingerie was my present.”

I laughed and said that the lingerie was D’s gift to him. While me wrapped up in a bow could have some appeal, I continued, I had decided on something else instead. I got up, and grabbed a small gift bag out of the travel tote I had brought with me. I gave him the gift and told him the story behind it.

It was just a little token, nothing special, but he said he loved it. He kissed me to thank me, and soon the kiss turned into something more passionate. Our hands stroked and grabbed one another as your tongues explored each other's mouths. We were both ready for round two. My hand was wrapped around G's hard cock when he asked me where I’d like him to fuck me.

“You can fuck me anywhere you want,” was my honest answer.

G and I had talked about the possibility of him fucking my ass. He knew that D was the only one who had ever fucked me there. G also knew that I wanted him to be the second. In fact, my butt plug was a not-so subtle way of warming me up in case he was interested. When he asked if I wanted him to fuck my ass, I told him that I’d love it.

I removed the butt plug and G guided me over to the stripper chair. I leaned forward and he got between my legs. His cock slid between my wet pussy lips and then back to my little puckered rosebud. I felt the head begin to stretch me open and then slide deep inside.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I’m more than ok,” I smiled back.

He began to thrust - slowly, then picking up speed. I moaned and braced myself against the chair. His hands gripped my waist and I enjoyed the sheer lust and passion as he fucked me.

At some point we decided to take a break (Real world intermission to this story: he wanted to be back in my pussy, so we had to make sure everything was clean and sanitary. No one wants a urinary tract infection!)

We moved back to the bed. He walked around to the far side of it, but I crawled across the bed so that I could take him back in my mouth while he was still standing. I kissed the tip, then took him in deeply, massaging his shaft with my tongue. He moaned (and may have been checking out my recently fucked ass as I lay across the bed).

Then I let him slip out of my mouth and made room for him on the bed. He flipped me over and got between my legs to fuck me some more. I came several times before he came too.

G got us both some water and a snack as I texted D a status update. “G fucked my ass,” I told him.

“You are so sexy. I love you,” D replied.

Maybe I’ll end the recap there. We spent a few more hours at the hotel. Some of it cuddled under the sheets, my head on G’s chest as we chatted about life. Some of it was spent with G using his expert fingers to play with my clit until I came. Another part was old school making out under the sheets, kissing passionately as I ground my pussy against his thigh. And he did give me one more load of cum to fill up my pussy before I drove home.

When it was time to leave, G walked me to my car and I thanked him for the wonderful day. He asked how he had done in his second job interview. I said that the position was definitely his, but we’d need to do a performance review within the first 30 days. He laughed and kissed me goodbye.

I called D from the car to let him know I was on the way home. I was a bit disheveled, smelled like sex, and had a pussy full of cum. He said he couldn’t wait.

[Whosbeensleeping]

Lovely fun and erotic writing. Sounds like a sexy and happy outcome.

[isinlarsa]

I enjoyed your story, but I especially liked the touch that you told G that the lingerie was a gift from your husband to him. I like the idea of figuratively wrapping my wife up with a bow for her lover.

[eventfire]

(Second "work day" hotel date story continued)

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G led me to the bed and guided me down.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you,” he asked with a smile.

I told him I was very, very sure.

“Shoot, because I was hoping to spend some time with my face between your legs first.”

“Well, if you insist, I suppose that would be acceptable too,” I laughed.

I leaned back and felt G’s breath on my clit. My body was aching for him to touch me. He paused and then his tongue reached out to flick my clit ever so gently. I gasped. G applied more pressure. His tongue explored my labia, my clit, even dipping inside me. I told him that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get very messy very quickly.

“I love being covered in you,” came his muffled reply.

I closed my eyes and bathed in the pleasure G was providing. It didn’t take long before my thighs clamped around his head in orgasm.

He smiled at me from between my legs. Then, guiding his cock to my dripping pussy, he slowly slid it inside as he leaned down to kiss me. He tasted like pussy and I told him so. “Well you are delicious,” he replied.

G began to pick up speed. I told him that I was already getting close. “Cum for me,” he commanded. So I did.

We spent the next while playing on the bed, copulating in several different positions and sometimes grabbing a phone to send a steamy photo or video to D.

“Can you feel the butt plug while you are fucking me?” I asked him at one point.

“I can,” he answered. “It makes you feel extra tight.”

“Maybe one day you and D could double penetrate me,” I said with a hopeful twinkle in my eye. G replied that he would love to help me scratch that off my bucket list.

At this point, G was getting close. He suggested that I scooch to the foot of the bed and lie on my back. He stood between my legs and slid back inside me. He looked in my eyes as he fucked me hard. I started moaning loudly.

“I love it when you fuck me,” I practically yelled. We both came together.

“Don’t move,” G told me after he recovered his breath. He leaned over to grab my phone and slowly pulled his cock out of me. Then he squatted down and filmed as a trail of his semen dripped slowly to cover the handle of my butt plug. I’m not a huge fan of cream pie porn, but even I had to admit that it was a pretty sexy video.

I sent it to D and he agreed.

“I’m having a hard time concentrating on work for some reason,” D texted. “But don’t stop sending this to me. It is so fucking hot.”

G and I climbed under the sheets and cuddled in the bed as we recovered. I told him I had a present for him in honor of the one year anniversary of our blow job in the park.

“I thought you were my present,” he said with a smile. “Or that the purple lingerie was my present.”

I laughed and said that the lingerie was D’s gift to him. While me wrapped up in a bow could have some appeal, I continued, I had decided on something else instead. I got up, and grabbed a small gift bag out of the travel tote I had brought with me. I gave him the gift and told him the story behind it.

It was just a little token, nothing special, but he said he loved it. He kissed me to thank me, and soon the kiss turned into something more passionate. Our hands stroked and grabbed one another as your tongues explored each other's mouths. We were both ready for round two. My hand was wrapped around G's hard cock when he asked me where I’d like him to fuck me.

“You can fuck me anywhere you want,” was my honest answer.

G and I had talked about the possibility of him fucking my ass. He knew that D was the only one who had ever fucked me there. G also knew that I wanted him to be the second. In fact, my butt plug was a not-so subtle way of warming me up in case he was interested. When he asked if I wanted him to fuck my ass, I told him that I’d love it.

I removed the butt plug and G guided me over to the stripper chair. I leaned forward and he got between my legs. His cock slid between my wet pussy lips and then back to my little puckered rosebud. I felt the head begin to stretch me open and then slide deep inside.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I’m more than ok,” I smiled back.

He began to thrust - slowly, then picking up speed. I moaned and braced myself against the chair. His hands gripped my waist and I enjoyed the sheer lust and passion as he fucked me.

At some point we decided to take a break (Real world intermission to this story: he wanted to be back in my pussy, so we had to make sure everything was clean and sanitary. No one wants a urinary tract infection!)

We moved back to the bed. He walked around to the far side of it, but I crawled across the bed so that I could take him back in my mouth while he was still standing. I kissed the tip, then took him in deeply, massaging his shaft with my tongue. He moaned (and may have been checking out my recently fucked ass as I lay across the bed).

Then I let him slip out of my mouth and made room for him on the bed. He flipped me over and got between my legs to fuck me some more. I came several times before he came too.

G got us both some water and a snack as I texted D a status update. “G fucked my ass,” I told him.

“You are so sexy. I love you,” D replied.

Maybe I’ll end the recap there. We spent a few more hours at the hotel. Some of it cuddled under the sheets, my head on G’s chest as we chatted about life. Some of it was spent with G using his expert fingers to play with my clit until I came. Another part was old school making out under the sheets, kissing passionately as I ground my pussy against his thigh. And he did give me one more load of cum to fill up my pussy before I drove home.

When it was time to leave, G walked me to my car and I thanked him for the wonderful day. He asked how he had done in his second job interview. I said that the position was definitely his, but we’d need to do a performance review within the first 30 days. He laughed and kissed me goodbye.

I called D from the car to let him know I was on the way home. I was a bit disheveled, smelled like sex, and had a pussy full of cum. He said he couldn’t wait.

Oh damn...the second half made me blush for you. You made me score an 8 on the dichter scale!

[Lookingforadventure]

Lovely fun and erotic writing. Sounds like a sexy and happy outcome.

Thank you. And can I add that I love your user name? It makes me think of Goldilocks every time I see it. And then I want to know, who exactly has been sleeping in your bed, and was it "just right?"

As for my writing, I sometimes feel like this is all a dream or fantasy that I'm going to wake up from soon. Writing it down can give me a record of the memories if this all ends.

Posting my writing is fun too, but I sometimes worry that I don't do the experiences justice. You saying it was lovely, fun and erotic is perfect because that's exactly how I feel about it. Thank you.

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I enjoyed your story, but I especially liked the touch that you told G that the lingerie was a gift from your husband to him. I like the idea of figuratively wrapping my wife up with a bow for her lover.

Thank you Isinlarsa. I liked that too. I will point out (and I don't think you are saying this) that my husband doesn't give me to anyone else. Who I play with is entirely my decision.

But I do love when D is enthusiastic about and shows his support for my choices. The purple lingerie was sexy to wear with G because D had chosen it. It was like he was there with us giving his approval.

I think that's what you were saying too, and I wholeheartedly agree.

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Oh damn...the second half made me blush for you. You made me score an 8 on the dichter scale!
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Lol. You had better be careful. It is getting to a point where I now expect you to tell me that my stories aroused you. If you ever don't respond I'm going to feel like I failed

[isinlarsa]

I enjoyed your story, but I especially liked the touch that you told G that the lingerie was a gift from your husband to him. I like the idea of figuratively wrapping my wife up with a bow for her lover.

Thank you Isinlarsa. I liked that too. I will point out (and I don't think you are saying this) that my husband doesn't give me to anyone else. Who I play with is entirely my decision.

But I do love when D is enthusiastic about and shows his support for my choices. The purple lingerie was sexy to wear with G because D had chosen it. It was like he was there with us giving his approval.

I think that's what you were saying too, and I wholeheartedly agree.

You are correct. My wife picks her own lovers and I have no role in it. But I do enthusiastically support her decision to date other men -- and to have sex with them if she finds them attractive. I do enjoy watching her prepare for a date, especially seeing what sort of lingerie she picks out to wear.