hotwife / vixen / stag / bull / sex

My hotwife adventures landed me on my crush’s cock

I’ve been a high-end call girl for a few years, right until one of my sugar daddies made me an offer I could not refuse. He asked me to marry him and become a partner in his real estate empire.

How could I be of any help in such a business, you might ask?

Simple. My husband uses me as a leverage in his business agreements, I am the bonus in each new contract.

For him it’s a win-win situations because he enjoys to watch. Before we married he was always asking to see pictures of me and other sugars, he would even suggest to participate but, well, the others weren’t that keen to be seen in such a compromising state, all valued their privacy.

For me it’s all for the best, too. I get to keep my lifestyle, travel the world, meet new people, fuck successful men, but now with a proper status, Mrs. And truth be told, I am quite fond of my husband, too. He is a true gentleman, always attentive to my needs, open-minded and charming.

To my surprise, the latest business venture brought us to my hometown in Eastern Europe. The entire day my husband was away on meetings so we haven’t got the chance to discuss much, only through text.

“It’s taking longer than expected. Are you bored, my dear?”

“Not at all. Everything goes as planned?”

“Yes, we’re just wrapping up some small details. We have a new friend, he has such an interesting name, Darko.”

“It’s a common name here.”

“Yes, so I’ve been told. I thought it was a nickname from the movie. Anyway, we should be back at the hotel in a couple of hours. I can’t wait!”

Darko. My mind goes back to high school and Darko, my classmate. We were such good friends, always together, going to the beach, to concerts, wasting time in the skate park. I always had a secret crush on him and some friends told me he had a crush on me too, but somehow we never ended up together. I figured he was waiting for me to make a move, not wanting to scare me off. And I was just too proud to make the first move with a guy. So our paths split after high school, I quickly got into the escort business and he went to work abroad.

My husband just texted me they’re on their way. Oh, how I love this rush. Meeting a new man, flirting, seducing him. I put on my black lingerie, stocking, heels. Hmm, I could also add a business jacket, so I’m more presentable when I meet him.

“Hello, my dear! I want you to meet Darko.”

My jaw drops and for a moment I completely freeze, not knowing what to say, what to do. Darko. My old friend, my teenage crush, is standing next to my husband. He’s the guy my husband brought to fuck his wife and watch.

“I think we’ve met before” says Darko “we were actually classmates.”

“No kidding! Well that makes everything more interesting, doesn’t it?”

I still can’t react, I don’t know how to!

“I feel tempted to ask, were you two lovers?” my husband looks on amused.

“No. Unfortunately, we never got to that point.” Darko answers.

The men chatted a bit and after a couple of minutes I finally moved on from the shock and joined in the conversation. Darko became such a handsome man, he was quite skinny when he was a teenager, but now as a man he looked like a god.

After some jokes and teenage recollections, Darko suddenly stood up saying: ” You were always the wittiest and the most beautiful girl. I would be the luckiest man to have you even just for a night. But I would never make you feel uncomfortable, you know I would never cross certain lines. It was great seeing you after all this time but I’d better leave now.”

My husband retired quietly to the window, giving us some space.

So he wants me.

Of course he does, who wouldn’t?

Well, teenage Darko didn’t want me. And now he showers me with compliments but still wants to retreat. Does he want me to beg him to stay?! I hate him!

“You must have figured out you’re not the first man my husband has this arrangement with. It is a deal I am very much content with. You are welcomed to stay, if you wish to.”

My husband must have sensed my annoyance so he jumps in.

“Darko, do you find my wife attractive?”

“Of course.”

“Did you find her attractive when you were colleagues?”

“Yes.”

“Pardon my boldness, but did you want to fuck her then?”

“I fantasized about it so many times.”

“Then you are now given the opportunity to fulfill this fantasy. My wife likes determined men, she will not beg for you to stay. She will either have fun with you tonight or have a quiet evening and leave as she came, and you’ll be thinking how you missed out another chance of having her. So frankly, it is all up to you.” My husband turns back to the window, giving us space but watching, still.

I look at Darko, waiting for him to make a move. He seems frozen for a moment, contemplating what to do. But suddenly, he steps forward, takes me in his arms and leans for a kiss. He moves his hand up my hair, caressing me, holding me as he slides his tongue past my lips and passionately kisses me.

I feel my legs trembling, my knees weak. I can’t believe this kiss shakes me up so much. I don’t want to seem needy, desperate for him. I know I am, deep down I’ve dreamed about this so many times.

Darko takes the lead, guiding me towards the bed. He takes off my jacket and gently pushes me down. He kneels before me and takes off my panties then throws my legs onto his shoulders. His eyes sparkle and traces my pussy lips with his fingers. He moves his glance from my pussy to my eyes, as if trying to figure what his gestures make me feel. I lean my head back and try to relax, to enjoy everything. He’s gentle when he leans in for a kiss. I feel his finger pushing inside me, quickly followed by another.

He doesn’t linger for too long and stands up, undressing quickly. He comes back on top of me and pushes his cock between my legs. I squirm in pleasure as I feel him pushing deeper until his pelvis is pressed to mine. He thrusts inside me while staring into my eyes, then drops his head next to mine, kissing my neck. I hold him tight in my arms, caressing his hair.

He stands up and without slowing down the rhythm, lifts up my legs. He takes off my stockings and holds my feet, kissing my toes and the soles of my feet. It’s been a while since a man did this, I forgot how arousing it is. I move my hand down and rub my clit, fondling my breasts with my other hand.

Darko’s biting his lip seeing this show and moves my hand aside to take over, circling my clit with his thumb. It’s just what I need and I’m done, gripping the sheet, back arching, feet pushing Darko’s chest, I’m coming!

I close my eyes to catch my breath and Darko suddenly pulls out and shoots his cum on me. After he steadies himself, he caresses my leg and kisses my knee. I smile and think what could have been. Ending up with him instead of my husband. I can almost see us together, him wanting kids and a big family, wanting me to be a housewife while I could never see myself having that kind of life. I smile, realizing we never could have made each other happy, realizing everything is just as it should be.

“So, should I be worried of losing my wife?” My husband asks after Darko left.

“Not a chance!” I throw myself into my husband’s arms. “You’re better at pussy licking” I say laughing “and I doubt there are many men out there that would encourage their wives to sleep around with other men.”

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