HOTWIFE | CASUAL SEX | STRANGER | SHARING

Hotwife at the Restaurant

I never dared to stray alone… until today.

That day I texted you that I would go to lunch by myself because all my colleagues were on holiday. As always, you joked telling me it was my chance to get hit on by some nice stranger.

I never thought it was going to happen for real.

When I got to the restaurant and looked for a table where to eat my self-service meal, there was none free. That’s when a man at the end of the dining room noticed me, standing and looking around, and invited me to join him.

My savior was a nice man. A foreigner which was in the city only for two days and who was living in a small Airbnb just above the restaurant. He smiled a lot and talked way too much for my taste, but overall he was a nice, handsome man. Tall, muscular, black hair and stubble. I was instantly captivated by his looks and manners.

“You look beautiful,” he said when I smiled at a joke for the first time.

It was then that I felt the first wave of warmth running down my belly. I wasn’t used to such straightforwardness.

At this point, he began flirting with me a little more. I can’t say I disliked it… even if I didn’t think much about it.

Nothing will happen.

I was sure.

But then I received your first message and because of your joke from before I dared to tell you I was talking with this nice foreigner.

[Is he handsome?] you asked.

[I think… he’s nice,] I answered. [And he said I’m beautiful,] I added. I was feeling proud of that achievement, to be honest. I hadn’t felt well with myself in the past weeks. I had just turned forty and the weight of my age was beginning to worry me.

[So… you do like him!]

[Well… OK, he has something. He’s nice and polite]

I was used to talking to my hubby like this. We would both express our appreciation for other women and men without filters. That meant nothing much, for us. We were friends, before being wife and husband.

[Go with the flow,] you wrote me [and keep me updated]

It had happened already. The last summer, on holiday, we had ended up in our room with one of the bartenders of the resort. That’s when everything had started. We had both loved the experience, and hubby was overly excited by the idea of sharing me with someone else.

This is why, today, I knew he wasn’t joking.

Nothing will happen.

I was still sure.

But events took a sexy turn pretty fast. The stranger pushed his legs towards me, under the table, and began grazing my knee with his. This simple contact that I knew I could allow him, made me tremble with excitement. I would never allow such contact to anyone but my husband, and yet now I was doing it in public, with a stranger.

Where could my limits be?

I texted you about it. You asked me if I was wet. I did something daring, sliding my hand past my skirt under the table, to check my pussy. My pantyhose were moist, already.

The man soon moved by my side, and I couldn’t write to you much anymore.

Sitting at the corner of the room I knew nobody could see us — at least not under the table. Suddenly his hand was on the bench, right between us, grazing my thigh.

A slight moan escaped me but I masked it as an exclamation while I checked my phone and texted you again.

[He is touching my leg!]

[Fuck… get him! Just take a photo for me. And… no kisses]

That had been his only rule, even that time at the resort. I could suck that man, I could give him my pussy and ass. But kissing him was off-limit.

I found it sweet, to be honest. One small thing I could share only with the man I loved.

[Don’t be silly, nothing will happen,] I lied.

Something will happen.

I was sure, now.

Then the man placed a hand on my panty-hosed knee. And I didn’t remove it. I froze when he began sliding it up my thigh… under my skirt. His fingers on my skin were the only thing I wanted, by that moment.

When he finally reached my pussy and pressed against it, my panties were drenched.

I didn’t move a muscle. I kept my hands on the table, my legs slightly parted, while he pushed his fingers deep in my slit, feeling my juices wetting them through the cotton and nylon.

He knew I was excited. He knew I wanted him, and so he whispered in my ear the words I wanted to hear the most.

“Wanna come upstairs with me?”

There was no need to answer. I followed him until he entered a side door with stairs leading to the upper apartments.

Once inside, he jumped on me. But as soon as he tried to kiss me, I moved my lips away.

“No kisses,” I said.

I was difficult to abide by your wish, hubby. His lips on my neck and earlobes were driving me crazy. His hand pulling up my skirt and pressing hard on my pussy even more.

I reached for his crotch and felt his hard cock inside his trousers, pressing to be freed. One button, then the zip and his trousers were on the floor, my hand inside his briefs, grabbing his naked meat.

He lifted my dress and pushed it away. Strangely, I didn’t feel embarrassed in front of him, as he started biting and sucking my nipples. And holding his cock in my hand, feeling his precum in my palm… it was so dirty… so exciting.

I soon knelt in front of him, and when his hard cock stood proudly in front of my eyes, as I got intoxicated by his manly scent, I remembered I had something to do.

I gave the stranger my phone and told him to make a video of me, sucking his cock.

I started licking his shaft, from his balls up, tasting his precum for the first time, while it was still pouring out of his little hole.

He was so hard… so excited for me. He kept telling me how beautiful I was while gently caressing and guiding my head on his dick.

I stroked and sucked it… squeezing juices out of it while moaning loud for the camera.

I didn’t have much time left, already, and I thought I could make him cum like that. But the man restrained himself, and soon stopped me.

He pushed me on the bed, took off my panties, and spread my legs.

In a moment, he was licking my clit. My dirty, wet pussy… while I took a video for you, my horny hubby.

I was almost going to cum, because he ate me so well and with such eagerness… but right as my orgasm began building up inside me, he stood up, knelt on the bed and pointed his cock at my pussy.

Another stranger was going to fuck my pussy. But this time, there would be no condom between us.

This was going to be a surprise for my husband. I said nothing and continued recording the video while the man slid his cock inside me.

Then, he fucked me.

So hard, so deep. I feel violated, used, abused. He was good, yes, I can’t deny it. But I was more excited by what I was imagining: your cock in my mouth while the stranger thrust his dick in my wet cunt.

I wanted to enjoy it for a little more but… my time was running out. I had to go back to work.

“Cum… cum on my belly…” I incited him.

And yet when he pulled his cock out, I didn’t let him explode on me. I reached for his tip and wrapped it in my lips just a moment before the came, filling my mouth with warm, tasty cum.

I ate it all, and ran away, without even asking for his name or giving him mine.

I entered the office, still shocked by what had just happened, but also overly excited.

[Wanna look at some videos?] I texted my husband.

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