A Hotwife’s Secret

A wife stepping outside of her marriage has more secrets than expected

I love my husband. I really do. Let me say that first and unequivocally. He loves and cherishes me. Attentive and adoring, occasionally dirty and adventurous when I need him to be.

It’s just that sometimes I want something different. I want to drain them completely.

No, not want. Need. Crave.

He’s not lacking down there, neither in size nor in his bedroom skills. As far as the offerings go in the buffet of my sex life, his menu is the most diverse, the best. Probably because I love him in a way I haven’t loved before. I’d never made it past a day with a man, and here we were ten years later.

Sometimes, though, you want something a little different. Sometimes there’s someone out there who can do one or two of those menu items better than he can, have something in them to give to me that he can’t.

Sometimes you need more than one body.

Hence my little habit. An indulgence, if you will.

He’s out of town this week, another work conference. We could live off my…let’s call it old money, but he needs to make something of himself. I find it cute and can’t help but admire it, honestly.

I enjoy our video chats, a little fun on FaceTime while he watches me as I use my vibrator. Watching him explode all over himself gets me impossibly hot, and I think it’s such a waste that I can’t be there to lick it up, clean him off, take in a tantalizing taste of his essence.

“You keeping yourself occupied tonight?” he asks in our post-coital digital glow.

“Mmm…maybe do a little dancing. Nothing too exciting.”

I catch a micro-expression. Suspicion? “Miss you. Love you, Jane.”

“Love you, too.” I blow him a kiss, meaning it with all of my heart.

Then the call ends as he’s three hours ahead of me right now and has to sleep. Sigh.

One orgasm doesn’t do it for me, and our video sex leaves me charged like a live wire. If he were here, he’d take care of me. He’s not, so a lady has to take care of herself.

With a little help, of course.

A night at a club is my usual routine while he’s gone. Find a random guy or maybe someone semi-regular, have some fun, be home just after midnight. I have a sixth sense for the ones cheating on their spouses — best for operational security, you could say. Really, though, I just like how they taste, as it were.

Tonight, though, I have something a little more elaborate planned.

This particular hotel is owned by a friend of a friend, so I can trust I’ll have discretion.

The wait in the suite is its own delightful agony; the anticipation leaves me dripping. My black garter and stocking setup will allow for easy access for my helpers tonight.

The first knock is right on time. When I open the door, I see the lovely David. Tall and handsome, although not dark. Certainly his features are dark, but his demeanor is anything but. Almost an eager schoolboy vibe, albeit one that’s cheating on his girlfriend. Still, I like the enthusiasm. I have a few years on me, but I know I’ve still got it judging by his reaction. I did answer without any panties on, I suppose.

I do know his cock is large enough, although David’s probably the type to send one unsolicited anyway. Most men are.

The door is barely closed when he’s on me, already feeling my bare wetness with his hands as he shoves his tongue in my mouth. Clumsy, but again, enthusiasm.

He lifts me with ease to the couch and buries his face in my crotch, his mouth sucking and licking with eagerness that my snatch is happy to match.

I’m at the precipice when a loud knock on the door interrupts.

“Hold that thought,” I manage to say as we adjust so that I can answer the door.

Cameron, bull number two for the night. He’s slightly shorter than David but is built like an American linebacker, something the fit of his clothing accentuates as he moves with his sculpted shoulders and defined lats, giving him that v-shape of power. Blonder with blue eyes. Cheating on his wife of seven years. Delicious.

His eyes flow down my body, focusing on my exposed wetness below. I guide him inside before someone else sees us. Not that I care.

“Cameron, meet David. David, Cameron.” David Cameron. I chuckle to myself. They wouldn’t get it. Americans.

“How do we do this?” David asks. There’s that enthusiasm again. It’s so cute.

“Well, we have two more guests coming, but they can let themselves in. Why don’t we get some drinks and then I’ll get you warmed up before they arrive. Actually…let’s skip the drinks.”

I quickly help the two of them free themselves from their slacks and boxers, revealing two cocks that are as advertised — thick, long, perfect. Much like my husband’s — I suppose I have a type.

Both are a little nervous, not quite ready to go right away. I have enough experience with my mouth to make sure it isn’t a problem, and while I give their cocks wet, sloppy treatments between my lips they manage to remove my bra and begin to pinch my nipples. Not bad, young men.

I feel my need rising desperately and disengage my mouth. “Bedroom. Now.”

We head in and I place myself on all fours on the bed…while they stand there literally with their dicks in their hands. God help me.

Or maybe don’t. That might burn.

I give a wiggle of my ass as I look over to them. “Figure it out, boys. I’m sure we’ll all have a good time regardless of the hole you pick.”

Cameron takes the initiative…finally…and settles in behind me. He guides his cock to my waiting cunt and I know I’m so fucking ready. He slides in with ease, bottoming out on the first stroke.

“Yesssss…”

David is spurred into action as well, moving onto the bed in front of me so that I can start servicing him with my mouth.

“Remember… I like it rough.”

They take their cue well for once, Cameron viciously plowing into me from behind while David grabs my head and starts face fucking me immediately.

When one of them reaches down to start working my clit, I put my hand on top and know that I’m so…fucking…close.

“Looks like they got started without us. No surprise there.”

David and Cameron pause a moment when they hear Lisa’s voice. I have to take David’s cock out of my mouth to look over.

I’m assuming she dropped her coat in the other room as she’s in full dominatrix gear that accentuates her voluptuous curves, the black leather a beautiful contrast to her pale skin and blonde hair. She has her crop in hand, ready to give me what I need.

Chad’s with her tonight, one of our semi-regulars, a giant brute of a beast wrapped in the skin of a man. I do know what he’s packing down there and I might need his services if these boys can’t get me there.

She walks over and places a perfectly aimed strike in my ass with the crop. No warm up strikes, just how I like it.

SMACK!

“C’mon boys, don’t keep this slut waiting! Fuck her now!”

A few more cracks with her crop gets me to start rocking my hips against Cameron. He gets going again, and Lisa forces my head down on David’s cock. I start sucking him with renewed vigor, but Lisa gives me a few more strikes to let me know she’s there.

“You call that fucking?!” I hear a few strikes hit Cameron’s back or ass, I’m not sure. “Fuck her like you mean it! This slut loves it rough!”

She gives a harsh pinch to one of my nipples, then the other while the men try their best to fuck me within an inch of my life.

Then I hear the wet sounds of kisses, her attempts at taking a piece of my prey. Well, I’ll get most of them, so I’m happy to share a bit. She makes it fun, anyway.

And she gets me close real quick when those fingers slide into my ass, so I can’t complain. I moan with David’s cock in my mouth, bringing both of us that much closer. I know Cameron’s getting there as well, probably from watching Lisa’s fingers saw into my ass.

I know what I look like as the three of us get close, my eyes becoming only pure darkness, black motes of the abyss reflecting into this world. David’s the first to go. I feel him pulsing in my mouth, unloading streams of warmth that I gladly suck down. I can taste his very essence, down to the core of him. Several past encounters of questionable, drunken consent in his fraternity life flash in my mind.

Cameron follows soon after, finishing in my unprotected womb. As I drain him, I see his history of abuse with his partners flash into my mind.

I cry out, reaching my own peak as I feel the last of them ebb into me. Both of them fall to bed, their bodies now desiccated husks, their emaciated faces locked in a rictus of torment and pleasure.

Lisa gives me deep kisses on both sets of lips soon after, as much for a taste of them as for our shared pleasure.

“Tasty, these two,” Lisa says. “You’ve always had an eye for prey.”

“What can I say? The internet makes things easier.”

“I still don’t see why you keep that pet mortal with you, though. Maybe I can get a taste, see what’s so special — ”

“You can stay the fuck away from him,” I say, cool rage pouring from me.

“You really did fall for him,” she clucks.“No worries, your pet is safe from me…unless he makes a mistake, of course. Except for board game night. Still no mercy from me there.”

I eye her warily but she ignores me, motioning to Chad to start cleanup.

“Actually Chad, let’s have a little fun first,” I say, the still warm corpses of whatever their names were next to me. “I brought you both here for more than the mess.” He gives a smile and I watch as his skin and suit tear while he brings out his true form. My eyes drift below. Can’t help but love the size of demonic cocks.

Did you have fun last night?” my sweet husband asks.

“Mmm…skipped the dancing. Arranged something at a hotel.”

“Is that so?” he asks, intrigued.

“Two men. Also Chad and Lisa, so I guess three men and her.”

“Fuck. You’re so fucking hot.” I can tell he’s aroused and extremely frustrated that he has to leave for his flight now. “I can’t wait to take you tonight.”

“Nor can I. I’ll give you the details then, but you’ll just have to imagine them for now. Love you bye!”

He groans and looks stricken as I end the call.

I’ll tell him most of what happened, especially the parts that get him going for our reclamation sex, leaving out a few key details that don’t matter in the long run.

I never thought I’d fall in love with a mortal, but here we are. I hope to tell him about me one day, perhaps when he’s at the end of his life while I remain as I am. My dream is to tell him my truth, perhaps drain him on his deathbed, ecstasy etched eternally on his corpse.

Have him accept me as I truly am. I know he would.

Until then, I’ll be his good little hotwife with a little secret.

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