Maria & Tom recalling from the beginning

[FormerBullnowCuck]

Wow Maria, your writing is great and these are some of the hottest stories i have ever read. Thank you so much for posting this, not sure how i missed this thread until today

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

Thanks. You've only been in the forum for a month! LOL

In an act of rage I deleted my previous thread and left the forum for some years. I'm trying to redo it. It will never have the same spontaneity, but it's still hot.

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

After a couple weeks of reflecting of what had happen with the college kids and what it meant for what I liked and the direction our relationship was taking, I was downtown by myself doing some shopping therapy. I was thinking how I wanted my husband to really know how much I love him for introducing the idea of me being his hotwife and experiencing these intense feelings, so the last couple weeks I devoted to making love to him. We were drawing closer and telling each other secrets and really accepting the other as our life-long ride-or-die partner.

I was stuck in a line at an ATM machine downtown.. weather was warm so I was wearing a mid-thigh length form-fitting sundress. A man standing behind me tapped my shoulder, moved his head near mine to talk softly enough that others would not hear, and said in a Portuguese Brazilian accent, "excuse me, but I've had the pleasure of standing behind you for a little while now, and I wanted you to know how much nicer seeing your sexy behind has made the experience." It was a little oddly worded, so I knew English was not his first language. I turned around and saw a BEAUTIFUL brown skinned Brazilian man standing before me. My eyes were immediately drawn straight down to the very obvious bulge in his pants. For a second I was mesmerized.. then I quickly looked up at his face and stuttered, "thanks that's so sweet." He laughed.. I said "no one's ever told me that before." He looked at my wedding ring and replied, "not even your husband?" I quickly replied, he doesn't count, and besides he sees my backside every day. He jumped in "Your accent is Italian.. I can only imagine the amazing views he gets of his beautiful Italian wife, but me on the other hand haven't seen it before, and I very much want to see more. In fact, I live right across the street right here.." He pointed to the urban style apartment building literally steps away from us. Suddenly it was my turn to get money. I got my money, stepped aside, and waited for him to finish getting his. He took my hand and guided me across the street, into the building and into an elevator and pushed the button for floor 8. He turned toward me, took my hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants and pulled me close to him and kissed me. Both his hands immediately ran under my shirt and bra cupping my tits & softly pinching my nipples. His smell and taste was amazing. I was feeling overwhelmed at the sensations and moaned. He sensed my desire.. he knew the feeling of his full and probing kiss, pinching my nipples and the very firm mass I was cupping in my hands, was all putting me into a sort of trance. The elevator door opened and we walked hand in hand a few steps to his apartment. We entered, and I just knew to completely undress as we walked to his bed. I turned around and saw he was already completely naked too, and his Brazilian cock rock hard standing at attention.. it was bigger than Marcus's dick! thicker too. He was very fit, a little muscular and defined. He moved toward me. His intense gaze said it all.. pure desire, that look a confident alpha man has when he knows he can so easily conquer another man's wife.. this was pure sport for him, and I was his prey of opportunity.. randomly meeting a woman at the ATM, throwing out a pickup line and even mentioning my husband to hear my response and sizing me up as the next notch in his belt. And now here I was at the side of his bed, completely naked in front of a completely naked man I just met only moments before.. about to be used by a complete stranger as my unsuspecting husband toiled away at work.. Everything about this situation was making me tingle inside, my pussy was so wet it was starting to drip down my inner thigh. Finally he embraced me and kissed me. His hard cock was actually in the way of us embracing as it poked into my stomach. I quickly positioned it so it pointed straight up and it got squeezed between our embrace. I was so horny I was trembling. I melted into his arms. I was completely his, and he knew it.

From a passionate embrace, he pushed me down onto the bed. He quickly moved between my legs, grabbed a leg in each hand and opened them up. He could see my swollen pussy lips covered with my glistening pussy juices oozing out and dripping onto my thighs. He said, "I can see from here you're dripping wet.. perfect!" He dived in and buried his face in my pussy and began licking sucking and gently biting. The more I moaned the stronger his bites became. Finally he sucked my clit, and I came instantly. He eased up and gently sucking and swirling his tongue about my clit, working my orgasm like he read a manual about my pussy.. he coached my orgasm making it last for what seemed like a minutes.. I was orgasming in waves, and he changed the pressure of his tongue and sucking to match.. I was a shaking mess before he was finished. Keeping his arms under my thighs he crawled up my body until we were in a missionary position with my legs pulled up to my head, tilting up my hips so my pussy and ass are opened and exposed all for him. I felt the head of his rock hard cock touching my soaking wet pussy. His dick played on my aching pussy lips as he kissed me, sliding his dick along my slippery pussy, mercilessly teasing me making me want it inside me. I grabbed ahold of him tighter. There was zero resistance when he plunged his dick into me.

I gasped out in shock of how good it felt.. I felt it pushing, not just entering, into me. He bottomed out and kept pushing it into me, gently, but firmly. He wasn't stopping his inward push until he felt it was as far as it could go.. then he pulled it almost all the way out and pushed harder, and what seemed like deeper, into me. He did this over and over and at a faster pace until in a few moments I was cuming again. He was sure to make his pubic bone grind into my clit when he bottomed out to get extra pressure on it. When he felt me about to orgasm, his paced changed into a faster jack hammer style of thrusting.. again, I exploded into a moaning shaking -almost crying- mess as he kept my orgasm going. This man was like a fucking machine, finely tuned to exactly what my body needed.. even I didn't know exactly how a man should fuck me to elicit the perfect responses he wanted to me to have, but he did. Then he sucked on my neck and slowed and smoothed out his thrusting as I recovered.. then back into orgasming again! But, this time from it being slow.. I didn't know what was happing to me! I was worried he'd hurt himself contorting his body to suck on my neck as he continued fucking me.. he was tall.. but he managed without missing a beat.

He eased up, looked into my eyes and said, "you have a very dirty mouth.. does your husband know what that mouth does?" I think I blushed because I didn't even realize that I was cursing in Italian as he was making me orgasm so intensely. I replied, "actually I've never said that before.. and to answer the question, no he doesn't." He looked into my eyes and said in Portuguese " Voce e uma vadia casada muito linda e sexy." (you're a beautiful and sexy married slut) then added, or should I say bella putana troia sposata?" ("beautiful married slutty whore" in Italian). I replied si. He pulled his cock out of me, forcefully turned me over so I'm on all fours, slapped my ass several times, grabbed my hips and plunged his cock back into my pussy, this time thrusting balls deep into me over and over with no mercy. I felt another orgasm building, and I felt his thrusts getting harder. I moaned "fuck me!" He said "your husband cant do this for you can he".. I replied "no papai he can't", he said "he doesn't know his wife is a little troia and that's why you're here." I replied "no papai! no he doesn't! Scopami!!" ("fuck me" in Italian). That did it, he exploded into my pussy.. and the idea of that alone made me orgasm again. His thrusts and our orgasms were in perfect sync. He was pushing into me so hard that I went flat on the bed, and he kept pumping into me. He kept shooting into me for at least 30 seconds.. each thrust was magical. He pulled out and told me to turn around. I did what he said, and his still rock hard dick was pointing in my face. I finally got the chance to feel it, hold it and suck it, taste it. The smell and taste of his cum mixed with mine was intoxicating. I was savoring it taking it as deep into my mouth as I could, he grabbed my head and forced it deeper.. still rock hard. I moaned in approval of how hard his dick was staying. I said wow youre ready for more. He said he can cum 3 times before getting soft. He grabbed my face and brought his face down to mine. He kissed me, and said "Tell me youre mine!" I replied without hesitation "I'm yours." Still kissing me, he said "you need to be fucked like this, don't you." I replied "si papai." He kept kissing me and said, "you're my troia?" I said "si papai." We kissed for a minute, then still kissing he said "tell me this married Italian pussy is mine whenever I want it." Still in our kiss, I replied "my married Italian pussy is yours papai, whenever you want it." And I said, "fuck me again papai!" He turned me over, laying flat on my stomach, he spat on my ass hole and rimmed it. He put his dick up to my ass hole, pushing against it and said "tell me to fuck you again." I replied "fuck me papai!" He pushed his dick into my ass in one motion. I thought it would hurt but it didn't. He fucked just like that for a few minutes, me yelling out with each thrust balls deep into my ass. I kept moaning out in rhythm to his thrusts: fuck.. me.. fuck.. me.. papai.. so good.. It was too good for him and he exploded into my ass.. another long orgasm pumping multiple times and this time it was so intense he groaned out with each thrust into me. I stood up and cum was leaking out of my pussy and ass. and surprise.. his dick was getting soft! I said, "hey I can wear you out if 2 orgasms!" He laughed and said "yes I was more than he expected. but now youre ready to make love to your husband." I replied "maybe but for sure I wont be able to feel my husband's dick for awhile." He smiled in approval.

In the mirror I noticed I had a hickey on my right tit. I don't even remember his sucking on my tits.. I greeted him back in the room now fully dressed and said hey you got me papai pointing to my hickey.. he said he marks his territory, and next time he will put more. We exchanged numbers because both of us wanted this experience again. I told him to text or call me anytime, my husband isn't a problem.

As I left I realized I didn't even get his name, nor he my name! I thought how hot that was and when he eventually calls or texts me I won't even know who it is. I arrived home with his cum still leaking out of my pussy and ass.. and the idea that my husband had no idea made me even hotter. When he got home I jumped him, and we made love. He cums very quickly but I didn't care.. I love how he holds me!

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

Before anyone gets in a huffing mess because a man gave me a hickey and whatever else I do with a man and how YOU would NEVER allow that for YOUR wife.. blah blah ect ect..

IDGAF. I do me. You do you.

[rascalnvixen]

DILLIGAF????
Love your sexy fucking stories!!!

Rascal

[coastalkid]

Before anyone gets in a huffing mess because a man gave me a hickey and whatever else I do with a man and how YOU would NEVER allow that for YOUR wife.. blah blah ect ect..

IDGAF. I do me. You do you.

Thanks for the previous post and this one too! It's funny what people choose as being "too much" or crossing a line. A hickey, to me, wouldn't mean a lot. If I'm weighing out what is a bigger "crossing of the line", I would think the anal sex would be much more impactful than a hickey. I suppose that's personal to me because my wife says she doesn't like or want anal sex. If she suddenly enjoyed it with someone else and still refused it to me that would be a deal breaker for me. Of course that's just me being me.

The only things that ever get me in a "huffing mess" (once again this me being me) is when people are more mean than they are sexy. When they seem to take as much pleasure in being mean as they do in having the sex they crave. That turns me off big time, but people are different. They aren't all like me. It takes all kinds of people to make this world turn. They are busy doing their version of how they see it going, not my business.

There's always going to be people that will feel all filled with righteous indignation when they disagree or are offended. They let themselves get caught up in their rage. They feel compelled to right things with their opinions voiced vehemently. It may rally others together but really it doesn't do much other than suppress the desire to post. I often hold back from posting because I think my voice is unwelcome.

I've come to understand your relationship with your husband better through your posts. You and your husband go beyond what I think I'd be excited about but that's just "you doing you". The thing that I always fixate on, because I'm "the husband", is about being happy. I can't help but look through the lens I have. I know you and your husband enjoy the dominant/submissive thing and the description of the stuff you guys do is juicy stuff to read.

But since I'm "the husband", I always wonder about all the things his experience takes him through. It might be more easy (for me at least) to understand if you could share just a little about how your husband loves the lifestyle you share. The juicy details are great, sometimes overwhelming (me being me). As "the husband" I want to know how you run things so that everybody wants more.

This is important to me because there are days when I read your thread and as AllenGT said, my hard on confirmed for me and told me, "Wow! Wouldn't this be a trip! It sounds so fucking good!" Then sometimes when I read about some of the things that your husband endures, I wonder, how can he want that and look forward to more of it? You've taught me that's "IDGAF. I do me. You do you." "Me being me", I would like to know about husband's experience some. What is it that's in him to crave more? That's huge. Without that, what do really have?

I hope you keep on posting. I enjoy your posts. Try not to let the negativity bring you down. Keep on "IDGAF. I do me. You do you." I'm right there with you!

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

Before anyone gets in a huffing mess because a man gave me a hickey and whatever else I do with a man and how YOU would NEVER allow that for YOUR wife.. blah blah ect ect..

IDGAF. I do me. You do you.

Thanks for the previous post and this one too! It's funny what people choose as being "too much" or crossing a line. A hickey, to me, wouldn't mean a lot. If I'm weighing out what is a bigger "crossing of the line", I would think the anal sex would be much more impactful than a hickey. I suppose that's personal to me because my wife says she doesn't like or want anal sex. If she suddenly enjoyed it with someone else and still refused it to me that would be a deal breaker for me. Of course that's just me being me.

The only things that ever get me in a "huffing mess" (once again this me being me) is when people are more mean than they are sexy. When they seem to take as much pleasure in being mean as they do in having the sex they crave. That turns me off big time, but people are different. They aren't all like me. It takes all kinds of people to make this world turn. They are busy doing their version of how they see it going, not my business.

There's always going to be people that will feel all filled with righteous indignation when they disagree or are offended. They let themselves get caught up in their rage. They feel compelled to right things with their opinions voiced vehemently. It may rally others together but really it doesn't do much other than suppress the desire to post. I often hold back from posting because I think my voice is unwelcome.

I've come to understand your relationship with your husband better through your posts. You and your husband go beyond what I think I'd be excited about but that's just "you doing you". The thing that I always fixate on, because I'm "the husband", is about being happy. I can't help but look through the lens I have. I know you and your husband enjoy the dominant/submissive thing and the description of the stuff you guys do is juicy stuff to read.

But since I'm "the husband", I always wonder about all the things his experience takes him through. It might be more easy (for me at least) to understand if you could share just a little about how your husband loves the lifestyle you share. The juicy details are great, sometimes overwhelming (me being me). As "the husband" I want to know how you run things so that everybody wants more.

This is important to me because there are days when I read your thread and as AllenGT said, my hard on confirmed for me and told me, "Wow! Wouldn't this be a trip! It sounds so fucking good!" Then sometimes when I read about some of the things that your husband endures, I wonder, how can he want that and look forward to more of it? You've taught me that's "IDGAF. I do me. You do you." "Me being me", I would like to know about husband's experience some. What is it that's in him to crave more? That's huge. Without that, what do really have?

I hope you keep on posting. I enjoy your posts. Try not to let the negativity bring you down. Keep on "IDGAF. I do me. You do you." I'm right there with you!

The self righteous indignation in this forum was what drove me to quit it years ago. What we call Karens now.. would chime in on every so-called "bad" thing that might happen if I do this or that.. like WTF?? We are all in an alternative lifestyle that carries risks, but no more risk than a typical dating woman experiences.. how many have one-night-stands with a man they met at a bar or conference.. and NEVER see again.. More than most women will admit. Here, we are just open about it instead of hiding it. Everything about the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle crosses someone's line about something, and THAT is part of what makes it so hot for me and my husband

[mrs_hotwifecplsa]

DILLIGAF????
Love your sexy fucking stories!!!

Rascal

Thanks! and at that point in my life, I was JUST GETTING STARTED