Our Hotwives

Last night my wife surprised me with an experience she had never shared with me before. I am in Florida and she is back up north at our apartment. As we got off the phone and I told her I was looking forward to joining her at home in a few days, she told me she was horny and missing me. This turned me on no end as we got off the phone. Soon, I received a text telling me she loved me and missed me. I responded and asked her what she was planning to do about her horniness, teasingly. She said she had her bullet vibrator and might find herself surrendering to it's pleasures. I felt myself getting hard. I texted back and asked her if she was going to enjoy one of those magic brownies in our fridge.

"Perhaps..." was her provocative answer. I gulped down my wine. I waited awhile until I decided to push the envelope a little.

"Did you have a brownie? How do you feel?

"Yes, and I'm starting to feel really good already. That didn't take long."

"Those brownies your brother gave us are really powerful. His own stuff. What are you going to do now?"

"Well, I just finished my 2nd glass of wine and I think I'll go in the bathroom and freshen up".

"Oh, baby. You're starting to turn me on".

"You haven't seen anything yet. I'll text when I'm comfortable in the bedroom", she cooed. I shuddered as I pictured her in the bathroom prepping for sex...with herself. She had told me how when we were younger and I was away, she would get stoned, shower, get all dolled up and give herself incredible orgasms just yearning for dick. I had a feeling we were revisiting this fantasy play. The next text came in about 15 minutes.

"I'm sitting on the bed in just my panties, make-up really sexy, your favorite perfume on, and really stoned". I swooned.

"Are you going to rub baby oil all over your breasts?", I asked.

"Oh, God, yes. I'm spreading oil all around my perky breasts right now. Is this turning you on, baby?"

"Oh my God, yes!" I retorted.

"I'm getting really turned on already. What do you want to know. Ask me anything." I gulped.

"Well, when you were here and we were sitting outside after sex and fairly tipsy, you spilled that there were one or two experiences that you had never told me about. I'm all ears".

"Are you sure? You won't get mad? Swear?" I assured her I wouldn't as my heart pounded in my chest. This is the story she told me:

"Ok, well, when we were living in Upstate New York and I was working at the restaurant and seeing Jim (her younger lover) there was this one Saturday night when you and the kids were away to visit family and I had committed to work someone's shift so I stayed behind. Jim had also committed to going on a fishing trip with his brother so I was really all alone for the weekend. After my shift ended, I had one glass of wine with the other waitresses while tipping out, felt tired, and headed out the door thinking I was headed for a quiet night at home.

"

"I was walking through the bar to the exit and suddenly this guy, Ed, turned and smiled at me and asked if I wanted to have a drink with him. We had met informally when I was getting something behind the bar and he was enjoying a cocktail when he came in occasionally. We would exchange a few pleasantries but only friendly banter. I felt a strange surge of energy as I sat down next to him at the bar. He was probably about 10 years older than us and I had heard he and his wife had split about 6 months earlier. This was my sexiest and horniest time period (38) and I was suddenly intrigued with this handsome man a decade older than I. We talked easily and found much in common in our interests. The time flew by and as I emptied my 2nd glass of wine, I said I should be going. He turned to me with a knowing glance and said he had some really good pot at home that he had grown himself. I felt my face blush as I imagined the implications but I was suddenly energized and knowing I was free of all obligations for the weekend, I said I would love to see his home.

"I followed his car out to the countryside and pulled in behind him in his long driveway. We emerged from our vehicles in the dark, crisp, country air and commented on the beautiful, moonlit night. He escorted me into the house and we were soon sitting on his couch listening to some great music as he rolled a joint from his private stash. He told me how he had split with his wife 6 months earlier after she had professed love for another. He seemed calm about the whole affair. I wondered how this night ever became reality as he ignited the joint at the stroke of midnight. We passed the joint and sipped our wine as we got to know each other. He told me he had noticed me right away and tried to come in on the nights I was working. I told him I was flattered but never know. He complemented me on the way I dressed and carried myself, that I was more sophisticated than the other waitresses. I reminded him that I was a college graduate but was doing this so I could be home for my kids in the daytime. I noticed he was taller and broader than Jim and had a nice build that was starting to turn me on. The pot was incredible homegrown stuff that had me flying and hornier than ever after we were barely halfway through the joint. We took a break and drank our wine and started getting silly with each other. We had a nice compatible way with each other already and my desires started to show. I shifted towards him on the couch and as I sipped my wine with my right hand I placed my left hand on his shoulder. He felt very muscular and I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said no, not yet, he hadn't been with anyone in the 6 months since his wife left. Our eyes locked, I took my last gulp of wine and placed the glass down on the coffee table. My right hand slid up his thigh and in my most daring voice, I asked if he wanted to fuck me. His shocked look was priceless but I placed a soft kiss on his lips and said I wanted to be his concubine for just one night. I told him I had a steady lover and just this once I was willing to be wild and crazy with him. Our lips joined in a wet, passionate kiss as the pot really kicked in. We knew we were living a fantasy. Melting into each other's arms, our kissing grew more and more erotic. His passion was evident from his absence from sex and he was a very good kisser. His hand moved to cover my breast as my fingers slowly moved up his thigh to find a fully engulfed erection under his pants. It felt good and I wanted more.

"As our desire for each other grew, I unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants. I was not a shy woman anymore and when I wanted cock I went after it. My hand slipped down beneath his underpants and he sighed. I liked what I felt, not a monster like Jim, but a nice thick 8 inches at least. I whispered in his ear as I stroked his exposed cock. I asked him again if he wanted to fuck me. He groaned and asked me to come into his bedroom with him. I said I just wanted to powder my nose and would meet him in the bedroom in a few minutes. I looked flush and so turned on in the mirror (because I was) and wondered how this whole thing had happened. I freshened my make-up and said 'what the hell' and removed my blouse and skirt to stand there in bra and panties. My lipstick was perfect and I intended to give this neglected man the blow job of his life. I walked into his boudoir nearly naked to see candles lit and him sitting naked on his bed. I asked if he had any lotion or oil and he reached into his nightstand, a bit embarrassed. I assured him I understood and started anointing his cock with the nice oil he kept handy. His cock was beautiful, not a monster as I said, but a perfect 8 inches or so and nice and thick. He squirmed as I pleasured him with my hand, knowing what was coming. Soon enough, my mouth engulfed his large head and slid down slowly over his shaft. His gasps and moans were priceless and I knew I was in complete control. He reacted to every nuance of my tongue and lips as I tantalized him with my oral skills. His control wavered as I pumped my mouth up and down his shaft like a slut. His explosion hit the back of my mouth and I swallowed every drop. He collapsed in ecstasy as I licked his cock dry. He looked at me in wonder and I curled up next to his side and told him that was what I usually did for my lover but he was out of town for the weekend. He asked me questions about Jim and I told him he was a cook at the restaurant we just had had a drink. His shock turned to understanding as he recalled seeing us interacting together easily. I swore him to secrecy. He agreed. Soon, I was stroking his cock and ever so slowly, his erection grew and grew as I turned him on all over again. I told him he had a beautiful cock and I asked if I could sit on it. Without hesitation, I mounted him and he slid inside of me and filled me perfectly. We moved with the ease of experienced lovers and we marveled at how familiar we felt to each other. I bent and kissed him and pistoned up and down on his shaft like the horny slut that I was at the time. He gave me his best as now we were on our second round and he had complete control again. His thick cock spread me and filled me perfectly, without any discomfort or angst. We glided together like we had done this a thousand times. It was divine! I became more and more excited. His experienced fingers slipped down to massage my clitoris and I convulsed as my orgasm grew closer and closer. I pounded down on his hard dick with a vengeance that surprised even me and soon found myself screaming for release and asking him not to stop. He was good...real good...and he gave me what I needed. A 10 minute extended orgasm before a final explosion of fluid all over his dick.

Dam what a lucky guy!