hotwife / vixen / stag
The hotwife rule
My husband found a new girlfriend while on a business trip so obviously when he came back home he had to make amends.
“Would you like to have Mark visiting us tonight?” he asked me while caressing my ass.
“I don’t know really. How old is your girlfriend again?” I asked while slowly pulling back.
“She’s 25.”
“Mhm, then let’s have a 25 year old guest, shall we? There were a couple of pretty guys at the Christmas party sitting at the juniors table.”
“Ok, I’ll see what I can do.”
My husband and I had this rule, we always had to try and give a heads up to the other when we found a new girlfriend or a boyfriend. This time he didn’t have a chance with that horny chick jumping on him so he felt he had to make up to me and I felt entitled to make some requests. After all, I’ve been fucking Mark for quite some time, I was eager to have someone new. And I’ve always preferred older men, more experienced, more generous in bed, that’s how both Mark and my husband were, but why not change things up a little?
James seemed the perfect present, well-built, rugged beard, quite short but witty and he started undressing me with his stare as soon as he saw me.
We had a nice conversation and when my husband went to the kitchen to bring the second bottle of wine, I leaned into James and put my hand on his knee. He smiled and jumped next to me on the sofa, holding my head in his hands as he started kissing me.
Without wasting time, he reached under my skirt only to find out I was eagerly awaiting for what the night would bring so I didn’t bothered with panties.
He gently pushed me on the sofa, lift my skirt and started kissing my pussy. He pushed his tongue, his hands spreading my lips, he was so determined, firm.
My husband returned at some point, I saw him placing the wine bottle on the table and taking a seat on his favorite armchair, right across us.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being satisfied and watched. I pulled my top down and grabbed my breasts, playing with my nipples. James was changing the pace, from firm and fast to slow and gentle and it was driving me mad! I felt so close a couple of times only to be delayed the climax.
I looked over to my husband, he was sipping his wine, staring at me, and I could see how big he was getting in his pants. This only excited me more and I finally came, screaming and jolting my legs.
“May I continue?” James asked as he got up, his dick now visibly outside his pants.
My husband made an encouraging gesture and I turned around, my ass now facing both of them.
James wasted no time as he pushed his dick inside my wet pussy.
“Oh! Yes” I couldn’t help moaning, feeling a new dick is so exciting!
He pounded my pussy, stretching me, hitting all the right spots, I could feel my toes curling.
My husband came around and was now right in front of me, stroking his dick. I pulled him closer and took him into my mouth. I could taste his precum and it made me even more excited.
My pussy was pounded by James and my husband started fucking my face, holding my head in his hands. I was dripping wet, when James would pull out a little I could feel the juices dripping on my thighs.
My husband pulled away as I heard James moaning loudly. He also pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my back. My husband came around and pulled me on my feet. He pushed his dick deep inside my pussy as he held my ass.
He knew exactly how to make me come, swinging my hips, pushing his dick as deep as he can. I let out a loud moan as I scratched his back and we both came almost at the same time.
I held my husband tight in my arms and felt so much love for him as he was embracing me.
James, we noticed, was already in the bathroom taking a shower.
“He’s a smart guy, I like him. A bit too rushed but I really enjoyable.”
“I’m glad you did. Then no more Mark?”
“Is there a limit to how many boyfriends I can have?”
“I guess not, my dear.” He said, smiling warmly as he kissed my hand.
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