I had been busy packing up my house, painting, and seeing you a lot. We’d arranged for you to come over to stay on Friday evening, and to go out for dinner and drinks. I had finished work early and gone home to start painting my bedroom walls. I’d been thinking about seeing you, tasting you and being inside you all day long, but I had no idea what you had planned to do. Normally you turned up at six o'clock, straight from work or left work early, but you messaged me mid afternoon and told me that you wouldn’t be getting to me until 7pm. It was a slightly strange thing for you to do, normally you liked spending the whole evening with me, but I didn’t think anything of it. I laid out all of the dust sheets and started to paint away, knowing that I would be able to see you as soon as you walked in to the garden, and knowing I would be able to immediately stop what I was doing and pin you up against the wall, grabbing your hair, biting your neck and taking you within 30 seconds of walking in to my flat. As I painted and sipped wine, my phone pinged and it was a message from you. “Going to be more like 7.30, he took longer to cum than I expected”. I was shocked. I read and re-read and re-read again the message. And I was instantly turned on and could feel my cock harden and start throbbing. It was 6.50 and it was going to be the longest 40 minute wait I ever had. I couldn’t wait for you to come to me and I could feel how wet he’d made you. I kept thinking over and over for the next forty minutes about how he fucked you, what he did with you, feeling how much he had cum inside you. I was so turned on, I couldn’t concentrate on painting, but was trying desperately to so that I didn’t have to suffer 40 minutes of sitting and waiting for you. After 15 minutes of waiting I messaged you and told you to hurry up. I couldn’t wait any longer. Finally, I saw you walking across the garden in your heels and a black dress and a black jacket. It was your office look that you knew always turned me on. I started to put paint brushes down, and tidy up and needed to kiss you as soon as possible. You walked in to the flat, walked into the bedroom and I met you by the door, pushing you up against the wall like I had imagined, but never did I imagine it would be after you’d already had one cock before mine that evening. I grabbed your neck and kissed you, my hands instantly roaming and pulling up your dress. It was then that I realised that you were wearing stockings too, and it turned me on that I didn’t know if you had worn them for me or for “him”. I slid my hand up and realised you had no underwear on and I slid my fingers inside your pussy. You were wetter than I ever imagined, and I had imagined this over and over again so many times. You felt so different to when I turn you on, and I could tell your pussy was filled with his cum. I couldn’t wait any longer and led you through to the “floor bed” as you’d named it. I pulled your dress up and over your head, and pulled you down to the floor. As soon as you lay down, I started to lick your pussy, tasting his cum and your pussy mixed together, and you both tasted so good, I was so turned on I wanted to lick you forever but I had to be inside you and feel his cum inside you. I climbed on top of you and slid my throbbing cock inside you. The feeling of his cum inside you felt like nothing before. You had worried that I wouldn’t like it, but it was hotter than I had ever fantasised about before. As I started to slide inside you and after your initial moans that you always have when I first slide inside you, you started to whisper in my ear telling me what he had done to you. As I started to fuck you harder and faster, my cock throbbing inside your cum filled pussy, you told me how as soon as you walked in to his flat, he had pinned you up against the wall like me, lifting your arms above your head and pinning you there, and as soon as he found you in stockings and suspenders he started fucking you in the hallway. You told me how he made you cum while fucking you, but that you were thinking of me and my reaction when you turned up all the time. I was fucking you so hard, and like when I had fantasised about this day, I wasn’t going to last long, I was just too turned on. I leaned up, kissing you and looking in your eyes as you looked down watching me slide inside your pussy harder and faster and deeper. I looked down as well and could see his cum all over my cock every time I pulled my cock out before I thrust it back in. As my moans deepened and you could tell I was about to cum deep inside you, your second load of cum before 8pm, you started to tell me about him cumming, how he had you pushed up against the wall and how you left excitedly as soon as he had cum to let me have what I had fantasised about so much. I couldn’t hold out any longer and that final thrust as you explained about his cum dripping down your leg made me explode deep inside you. As soon as I had collapsed in a sated mess next to you, you turned to me and kissed me passionately and proudly said “I should never have doubted that it would turn you on as much as you said it would”. I smiled and realised that this was the first, but hopefully not the last time you would be a ‘hotwife’. |
