hotwife / vixen / stag / bull

Sheltering a stranger turned on the hotwife in me (part 1)

For Matt it was his first time witnessing a tornado. And his first time being a bull too.

We are quite used to tornados around here. It’s become more like a nuisance as it’s making us pause everything while luckily no major damages are ever recorded. My husband owns a small inn which is always at full capacity when tornado alerts hit and we are quickly forced to turn away people.

Matt had hitchhiked into our town and those who drove him were the last ones to get a room.

“I could put up my sleeping bag in the hallway.”

“Sorry but it’s against regulations.” Said the receptionist.

As we were about to go home, my husband offered to take him back to our place.

He was so grateful and on our short ride home he kept asking us about tornados and why were we so calm. He said he only seen the damages they bring on the news.

Back home, we set him up in the guest room and he finally started to relax. We chatted about his travels then left him to settle in.

“So what do you think of our guest?” asked my husband as he pulled me close to him.

“He seems very friendly but a bit too stressed.”

“No, I mean what do you really think?” His hands were now squeezing my butt. “Haven’t you seen the way he stares at you? When he thinks I don’t notice, he glues his eyes to you.”

“Are you sure? I’m quite good at spotting these things. But then again, I was so caught up with setting up his room. Let’s see how dinner goes.”

Turned out my husband was right. Matt was fixating me the entire dinner and only then I started noticing him, too. He was athletic, tanned, had a gorgeous smile. I started flirting, touching his shoulder, bending in front of him to grab the salt, caressing his hand when he passed me a plate.

After dinner, my husband made him the proposition. He was shocked. So shocked it made me burst with laughter.

“Oh, so you were kidding.”

“No, not at all. We like experimenting. I’ve seen how you look at my wife so I’m guessing you would like to fuck her. I invite you to while I’m over here, watching.”

“Oh, darling, let me help you relax.” I whispered to Matt while caressing his knee. I slowly went further up feeling his bulge underneath his shorts. I only teased him through the fabric, sitting on his armrest, waiting for him to ask for more.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I was expecting him to pull down his shorts so this was unexpected. I closed my eyes and fell into his embrace. He ran his hand over my back, down towards my tights, slid his palm under my dress and firmly grabbed my ass.

I moaned and smiled as he pulled himself up from under me and I saw his shorts barely containing his excitement. He kneeled in front of the chair and pulled my legs just right so he would have full access. I thought he threw a glance at my husband before pulling down my panties. I looked over to my husband too and he was smiling.

Matt was studying me, running his fingers up and down my lips, spreading me while licking his lips. I thought I’ll make him beg for more but look at me now, arching my back, moaning, desperately wanting him to kiss my pussy, to finger me, to fuck me.

“Please! I need you.”

He finally went in for a kiss, pushing his tongue against my pussy. He followed his fingers trails with his tongue, and finally I felt his finger entering me. One at first, the second quickly followed. I was now breathing heavily, my legs trembling, when I felt so close to the edge he suddenly stopped. Then he leaned into a kiss and started all over again, bringing me close to the edge only to postpone the fulfillment.

When he finally granted me the orgasm, I completely lost my head. I must have screamed but I couldn’t even hear myself, I was dizzy with pleasure.

I still had my eyes closed when I felt his cock caressing my pussy. I looked up and there he was, still knelling in front of my chair with the perfect angle for his cock to pound me. He pushed himself into me and moaned.

“You’re so wet! Tell me if it’s too deep.”

I felt him deeper with each thrust and I could also feel his balls as they were bouncing into my ass.

I couldn’t even tell when the second orgasm hit me or if it was still the first one, the longest in history. He pounded my pussy so intensely I could barely catch a breath between thrusts.

He moaned as he pulled out and, with no time to pull further up my dress, he released his cock onto my dress, cum everywhere.

He laid on the floor, catching his breath as my husband passed him and took my hand. He slowly lifted me and turned me around, my ass facing him. He firmly pushed his cock into my dripping wet pussy.

I arched my back and spread my legs further to receive him fully. He held my hands to my back and controlled all my movements so we were now perfectly synchronized. As he pulled out, he pushed me slightly further so when he pounded me, he was also pulling me towards him.

I briefly thought at Matt, I was curious to look over him to see his face as he witnessed me getting fucked in front of him. But I couldn't concentrate for long as waves of pleasure took over me. I screamed my husband’s name and collapsed on the armchair.

My husband lift me into his arms as I spread my arms around his neck, holding onto him.

“See you in the morning, Matt.” he said while passing him.

Then I opened my eyes and saw Matt, eyes wide open, unsure what to say.

“It was lovely meeting you, Matt. Have a good night!” I said while waving to him.