Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — John. Part 2

Excerpt From Part 1.

I had a perfect family and professional life. At least, that’s what everyone told me. I had a loving husband —I knew I had no right to complain. But I couldn’t help feeling that life was passing me by. That I was missing out on something. That I was not living up to my potential.

John sounded like fun. The weather turned cold a few weeks before Christmas, and I was bored. I called John to see if he wanted to meet at a bar. I didn’t know him well, but I decided, why not? And I was in the mood to have fun, so we went out.

I had been texting John for the past few weeks and decided to meet him. Maybe go for a drink only (in case he’s a scum bag), and then, if all goes well, have some fun in bed.

John is a nice-looking 44-year-old, 5'10", 220-pound man (a little heavier than I prefer). I saw his pictures and liked what he was packing in his pants. His cock is impressive. His profile indicated it was just under eight inches, uncut, and thick.

We had great conversations online and texting, and he seemed authentic, a nice guy (minus the wash-board abs). He told me he had been married for 23 years and had a family with a teenager still at home. He had been faithful to his wife, but recently, she expressed her desire to open their marriage.

The more we talked, the more interested I became. I was eager to experience his magnificent cock and someone different than I’ve become accustomed to. When I asked him if he was sure his wife was okay with him having sex with other women, he insisted she was.

I met him at a bar before moving to his place with the understanding that it didn’t mean we would have sex. John was dressed in khaki pants and a button-down shirt. He gave me a tour of his home, and we flirted a little. We had a glass of wine, and he was a friendly and polite gentleman.

After finishing our second glass of wine, John leaned in and kissed me. We embraced and kissed, and it was nice. The kiss was soft and gentle. After a while, the kiss became more intense and passionate. His hand slipped under my shirt, and his fingers gently brushed over my nipples.

John pulled away, and his hands slid down my sides. He reached behind me, unzipped my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. John pulled me close. I could see his bulge, and it was huge. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. He was muscular but with a paunchy belly and a few tattoos.

“John, I thought we were just going to meet today and get to know each other better.” John smiled and replied, you’re right. I’m getting ahead of myself. I apologize,” and he quickly put his shirt back on and I stepped back into my skirt.

We moved to the loveseat in the living room, and soon we were kissing again. He was feeling my breasts over my bra when the front door opened, and his wife walked in. At first, her reaction was shock. I instinctively jumped up and pulled down my shirt.

“What’s going on here?” she exclaimed, glaring at her husband with a devilish smile.

“We’re just having some fun,” John replied. “This is Caron. Caron, this is my wife, June.”

“Nice to meet you,” June said, seeming to relax, holding a grocery bag. “I’ll let you two alone,” she said, heading for the kitchen.

“I thought you would be gone longer.”

John called after her. “No. We finished early.

She spoke from the kitchen. “David will be home soon. Just reminding you.”

John shrugged and pulled me close. “David is our son.” He kissed me. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he suggested.

“Okay. This is alright with your wife?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” he assured. “Come with me.”

We stood and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. John and I were making out while his wife was in the other room. His teenage son would be home soon. But I liked John. He was different, and I was curious about his cock. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with the situation, but I was horny.

What do I have to lose? I thought to myself. I might as well go for it. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. We got naked and briefly made out on the bed. John rolled on top of me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He rubbed his cock back and forth over my labia and teased my clit.

“Are you ready, Caron? You okay with this?” he asked.

“Yes. Let’s go ahead,” I answered.

John smiled and slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. It felt amazing. He was big, but I could tell he was not entirely in. My pussy was stretched, and I could feel his shaft pulsing inside me.

“Oh, yes. That’s so good,” I moaned, closing my eyes and arching my back.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” John grunted. “You have an amazing body, Caron.” I would have liked to return the compliment, but John’s protruding belly was rubbing uncomfortably against mine.

He thrust in and out slowly at first. I lifted my hips to accommodate his belly until I felt every inch of his cock, and it felt incredible. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. He increased the pace, and we methodically, hurriedly fucked. He thrust in and out of me with long, powerful strokes.

The feeling of his cock inside me was exquisite, and it wasn’t long before my body was shaking. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and his breathing quickened. His pace increased, and I knew he was getting close. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation.

I felt his balls tighten and his cock pulsing as he erupted. He continued pumping, and I could feel his warm cum filling me. I also came. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was satisfying.

John kissed me and slowly pulled out of my pussy. He rolled over and lay next to me.

“That was awesome,” he whispered, smiling.

“Yeah. It was nice,” I agreed. John turned his head and looked at the clock.

“We have about half an hour,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yes. David will be home soon. He usually gets something to eat and goes to his room.”

“Okay. Sounds good,” I said. “Maybe I should get going,” I suggested as I got up and started dressing.

“Sure. It was great getting together with you. Maybe we can get together again and take more time.”

“Sure,” I replied, smiling. We kissed, and I headed for the front door.

“That was quick,” June said, stepping out of the kitchen.

“Thanks, June. Nice meeting you.”

“Same here. I hope we’ll be seeing more of you,” she replied. I didn’t answer, having already decided that John and I would probably not see each other again. John walked me to my car, and we exchanged quick hugs.

“I’ll be in touch,” John said.

“Looking forward to it,” I responded, but I had no plans of returning. I was satisfied. John’s cock was as impressive as I had imagined, and it was a fun encounter, but there was no chemistry, no spark, and his belly was just a little too big.

When I got home, I told Andy about John and our escapade. “It was fun. He was good,” I responded.

“How good? Did you come?”

“Of course I did.”

“How was his cock?”

“Big. Thick. But once was enough, I think.”

“Good for you, girl. Good for you,” Andy said.

Andy and I had a nice, quiet evening together. We shared a bottle of wine and had a pleasant conversation.

A few days later, John texted. He sent some flirty texts.

“So, are we gonna do it again?”

“I don’t think so. Sorry.”

“Why not?”

“It feels awkward.”

“I thought we had a good time,” he answered.

“We did. But it was just a one-time thing. I’m not looking for anything regular, I told you that. You’re a great guy, and I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

“You’re right. It was just a one-time thing. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Will do. Thanks, John.”

And that was the end of it. John didn’t push, and I appreciated that.