The Secret Hotwife
"...as the waves of orgasm ebbed away, he held me in place face-down on the bed, his strong hands grasping my waist, murmuring “that’s it, just relax, good girl…”
“Get down on the floor,” he ordered.
My stomach flipped. “Yes sir,” I replied jokingly. He didn’t crack a smile, but there was a playful glint in his eye.
“On your knees,” he added.
I sank to the floor, and he followed, kneeling behind me, both of us completely naked.
“That’s it, put your head all the way down for me, ass up...good girl…”he said, his voice soft but commanding. Again, I complied.
I felt his hands on me, spreading me, then his tongue was inside me and an involuntary moan escaped from my mouth. He began to lick me - greedily, hungrily. His tongue sliding in and out of me, thrusting, caressing, first the front, then the back. My hands gripped the carpet, pleasure washing over me, as I arched my back more, opening myself up to him. I needed more.
“God you taste so fucking good,” he purred, his tongue still swirling. Then, his hand firmly on my lower back, he straightened up and I could feel his cock circling the entrance to me, teasing, taking in the wetness he’d created appreciatively. I was so ready for him.
“Mmm yes that’s it, good girl, keep your head down for me,” he said, his hands sliding to my hips. Then he was inside me, thrusting hard. I groaned. God, yes. I would do whatever he said, whatever he wanted, if it meant he didn’t stop. I sank my fingers into the carpet, holding myself in place as he pounded into me. My mind was a complete blank, no space in it for anything except the erotic pleasure that was building between my legs where his dick was filling me up.
He reached for one of my wrists, and then the other, looping them behind my back and holding them firmly as he continued to thrust into me, again and again. I could feel his eyes on me, on the place where he was disappearing inside me. He groaned.
“That’s it, you’ve got it, good girl…”
Well, this may be the best lunch break I’ve ever had.
Yup, you heard me right. This wasn’t some hotel I’d found myself in late one night after a couple of glasses of wine and a lot of flirty build-up. I was in Matthew’s house in the middle of the day, sun streaming through the window, fucking on the floor of his bedroom while his (consenting) wife was at work.
Matthew and I had been sending flirty messages for a little while, and after trying (and failing) to find an evening to meet up that worked for both of us, he finally sent me a text one day suggesting a little... remote working.
‘You should totally come and hot-desk at mine tomorrow...just saying.’
I thought briefly of my busy week, filled with back-to-back meetings and deadlines... and then decided it sounded like too much fun to resist. Which is how - after some quick rescheduling - I found myself kissing my (also consenting) husband goodbye the next day, and hopping in my car to travel to Matthew’s house for a lunchtime rendezvous.
I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a little bit of nerves when I pulled into his driveway. This was new territory to me. Most of my Hotwife dates start with a vibe-check drink, and J - my ultimate wingman - is usually there too. Showing up alone at the home of someone I’d never met, to fuck and then leave, was easily the sluttiest thing I’d done to date - which was also part of the fun and appeal.
‘I assume your home office has the blanket ‘no underwear’ rule that’s common in most workplaces?’ I’d text him earlier.
‘You’re right, above the knee dresses with no panties is mandatory,’ came his reply. ‘Rules are rules…’
Yes, sir.
I slid out of the car, being careful not to flash his neighbours, and knocked on the door. He pulled it open, and we grinned at each other. That smile put me right at ease. This was going to be fun.
“Hey, come on in,” he said, holding the door open wider for me.
We’d spoken on a video call, but this was our first time meeting in the flesh. Tall? Tick. Great looking? Tick. Within seconds of closing the front door, he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, his tongue sinking into my mouth. Fucking tick, tick. I think you can tell a lot about how someone is going to be in bed from the way they kiss. This guy could kiss.
We both knew I needed to be on my way in an hour, so we didn’t waste any time in heading upstairs to his bedroom.
As regular readers will know, my husband, J, is a compersionist and a voyeur, and loves to watch me having sex, which is why we so often play together - with couples, or stag/vixen. When he isn’t there, filming is a must, so that he can soak up the sexiness later. It’s our kink. Luckily, Matthew has a similar kink with his own beautiful wife, and so understands it better than most. As agreed with J in advance, there were cameras set up and already rolling in the bedroom as we entered.
Matthew immediately took charge, taking my face in his hands and pulling me to my knees on the bed in front of him before kissing me again. His tongue slid across mine as he pulled my dress up slowly, exposing my naked ass, and squeezing it in his large hands.
“As you can see, I followed the dress code,” I told him between kisses, and he smiled. He pulled away, sinking to the floor at the end of the bed and pulling me towards him. Within seconds, his mouth was on my clit, and my back arched at the rush of pleasure from the contact of his tongue on me, deliciously thick and commanding.
And commanding is exactly the experience I was in for, as it turns out. I’ve been with guys of a ‘pleasure dom’ persuasion before - my husband for one - and it’s always a seriously hot experience; theirs are the very best kind of orders to take. After quickly removing the rest of his clothes, Matthew’s incredible tongue continued its work, never letting up as it alternated between sliding in and out of me, and caressing and teasing my clit. He was a man on a mission. If our midday ‘meeting’ had multiple orgasms on the agenda, he was clearly intent on serving the first one up, which he did, just minutes later, my back arching on the bed as it exploded on my clit.
As the waves subsided he looped an arm behind my back and pulled me to my feet, then guided me down to my knees in front of him, as he sank back onto the bed. I was only too happy to comply, running my tongue along the length of his cock, then his balls, taking them in my mouth. He tasted so good. I began teasing the tip of his cock with my mouth, my tongue exploring him as I pulsed shallowly on him. When I finally sank down on him all the way, he moaned appreciatively.
“Oh god, that’s it, good girl…”
Mmm, yes, good... but also so naughty, on my knees with a guy’s dick in my mouth while emails and messages were pinging on my silenced phone nearby. I didn’t care about any of it just then. As Matthew took my hair in his hand and slowly fucked my mouth, all I could think about was how good he was going to feel inside me.
When he finally slid inside me, I was on my knees on the edge of the bed; head down, ass up - just as he liked me. The first time, anyway. An hour may not be a very long time, but we certainly made the most of it, and the ‘minutes’ of our lunchtime meeting had some serious highlights: him instructing me to touch myself as he sat, biting his lip, and watched; pulling me backwards onto his lap as he sat against the headboard and playing with me, my legs pinned open by his; hearing him say “That’s it girl, cum on my cock, yes, cum for me...” as I came hard while he fucked me from behind, and the way he held me in place face-down on the bed, his strong hands grasping my waist as the waves of the orgasm ebbed away, murmuring “that’s it, just relax, good girl…”
When he finally came, he was gripping my ass, bouncing me up and down on his cock as he exploded into me with a groan.
We both collapsed on the bed, flushed and breathless, and he brought a hand down on my ass; a final spank. What an hour it had been.
“That may be the best business meeting I’ve had,” I said with a laugh as we walked back downstairs together a few minutes later and kissed goodbye at the front door. Then I was back in my car and driving away, each of us ready to crack back on with the rest of our busy days. I glanced in the rearview mirror, taking in the rumpled hair, and smeared lipstick, the only clues to my afternoon’s true purpose. Well... that, and the swollen, satisfied feeling between my legs, and the footage Matthew had airdropped to my phone before I left.
Fuck, if only all lunch meetings could be that much fun. And involved as many orgasms.
I tapped J’s name on my screen and waited for him to answer.
“Hey gorgeous...” came his voice, thick with anticipation, and my stomach flipped again. Just like that I couldn't wait to be home, back in his arms, detailing every deliciously dirty moment of my afternoon for him while I rode his cock, exploding on top of him, just as I had on Matthew.
“Hey baby,” I smiled. “I’m on my way home…”
See you next week,
- The Secret Hotwife
