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The Newlywed Hotwife’s Scorching First Date
Anna’s sexual horizons expand and leave her husband breathless
Larry noticed how the man glanced at Anna, his wife, while she stood chatting on the patio with the pool shimmering in the background. Her royal blue dress with the slit up the side, revealing a sensual thigh, and her low-cut dress hinting at her cleavage was a sensual high-sugar, eye-candy feast.
Larry’s client had invited him and Anna to the party to open up more professional and social connections. James Kaaba was the man in the suit coat, slacks, and dress shirt. He obviously enjoyed talking with Anna and even clinked his wine glass with hers. He owned a global telecommunications firm and asked Larry about his tech solutions … while imbibing in Anna’s personality.
She soaked up the attention and reveled in how her dress flowed from the opening below her shoulders and enveloped her ass like the fabric was kissing and caressing her form.
They were still newlyweds and Larry totally adored her. Other men noticing his young bride gave him a thrill and a strange feeling.
On their honeymoon, watching Anna fuck an older couple was a mind-blowing shock. Now, undressing in their apartment bedroom, Larry’s mind was blown in a completely different way. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his slacks while Anna slipped a strap off her dress, removed her bra, and slid her dress down her legs and over her high heels.
His erection pressed against his briefs and revealed a major truth: Anna was sultry.
In that specific moment when she stood dressed only in her panties, which were outlined with sequins, and her high heels, Larry imagined her alone in a room with James. He mulled over the possibility and was breathing heavily.
Anna smiled, touched his cock through his briefs, and cooed. “Want to shower?”
“Of course.”
She leaned against him, kissed his cheek, and he felt her panty-clad ass and squeezed. Maybe like James would squeeze.
A hint of jealousy stung Larry even as he reveled in the scent of Anna’s hair.
“What is it?” she wondered. They had been married only a few months and yet long enough to sense each other’s vibes.
“Let’s shower.” He took her hand, led her into the bathroom, and kissed from her neck to her shoulders, pausing to tickle her nipples with his tongue before lowering her panties over her ass and down her legs. He turned on the water to the right temperature.
Anna stepped in first and Larry joined, pressing against her as she ran a bar of soap over her breasts and hugged him, soaping his back, and feeling his balls.
Her touch and his thoughts overwhelmed him and despite the confines of the shower, Larry kissed her face, wiping water from his eyes and guiding her hair back over her shoulders. He turned her around, used his feet to tap her legs apart, and slid his cock into her pussy, fucking her beneath the spray of hot water.
She groaned. “Oh, wow. What’s up?”
“Nothing.” He nibbled on her ear, and thrust his hips against her ass.
Anna gasped with her palms flat on the shower wall. “Something is.”
He finished with an intense orgasm. She soaped her pussy, rinsed, turned off the water, and stepped onto the bathmat. Anna took a towel, wrapped it around her shoulders and offered another one to her young husband.
“I couldn’t help but think about the guy at the party who was talking to you.” Larry toweled off while Anna dried and set hers aside.
“What about it?” she asked.
“He seemed to like you.”
Anna nodded, sidled up close to Larry, pressed her tits against his naked body, and whispered in his ear. “James wanted to give me his phone number. I told him to talk to you and gave him your number instead.”
A half dozen yellow roses sat on the dining table, a nicety that James had sent addressed to both Anna and Larry after a long phone conversation. The fragrance was fresh and accompanied Anna while she sat alone in the apartment working on her next assignment.
Musings of James’ confidence and his pleasing smile made her weak and curious about a date while her love for Larry and his sexual prowess extinguished her tiny flames of romantic indulgence.
And, yet. Heat.
Pulsing thoughts raced as the two men were out meeting alone over lunch, discussing what it would be like for her to go on a date with James totally unaccompanied.
The idea was so incredibly stimulating that she unsnapped her jeans and let her fingers travel into her panties. Anna’s breathing grew heavy while she fingered herself, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. Triggered.
Thoughts erupted: kissing James while Larry lay in bed alone, waiting and kissing her when she returned, and wanting to know what happened. The situation was so gripping that Anna’s fingers stoked her pussy flame and ignited her clitoris. She moaned loudly and nearly went into shock when the apartment door opened.
Larry and James stepped inside.
Anna’s first date with James was a pleasant dinner with fresh bread and wine at a favorite restaurant of his. The conversation centered around Anna’s embarrassed joking about being caught masturbating but James stopped her and said he understood.
“Your excitement makes you even more desirable,” he said.
She lowered her eyes and smiled.
He explained how his relational lust often worked. “I’ve had a long-term relationship but my work has been overwhelming and so I seek relief through others who I feel comfortable around.” He smiled. “A smashing business success, maybe not so great in love.”
He commended her for being open and willing to explore.
Outside after dinner he kissed her lips, patted her bottom, made sure she returned to her car safely, and texted her when she returned home.
In the following days, text messages hinting at deeper moments graced her phone and another gift of roses with candy showed up at the apartment and impressed Anna that James was quite the romantic. He described in texts and emails how he wanted to show her the many flavors of his sexual desires and couldn’t wait until the next date.
“Look at the kiss and heart emojis,” said Anna one night, wearing a silky nightgown and lying in bed next to Larry who wore his loose briefs.
“Oh, wow.”
Anna raised an eyebrow and asked calmly. “You okay?” She discovered that a steady voice seemed to tease Larry’s insides.
“I don’t know.” He was sitting up, gulping for air.
“James really wants me,” she said and smiled. “Isn’t that cute?” She let her hand drape over Larry’s thigh, graze against his cock, and spoke in mock surprise. “You’re so hard.”
“Oh, wow. Yeah. You know I am.”
Anna kissed Larry’s mouth, moved her tongue lower, and swirled around his nipples. “Will this give you relief?” She lifted her nightgown above her ass, and spread her legs over his cock and lowered onto his shaft, taking him inside.
Larry lay still while Anna loved the sensation in her body and mind. She whispered, “I want to experience him, sweetheart, and I want you to think about it.”
“Oh, my God,” was all Larry could say.
Anna clenched her muscles on Larry’s cock and spoke matter-of-factly. “He wants me to come to his house. It’ll be fun to see the inside.” She dipped her head and used her hair like a veil.
Larry sighed with the exasperated sound of a man struggling for sanity.
On the next date, Anna wore a tight skirt with a satin bra and panty that Larry had purchased. It turned him on knowing that he was making his wife look even more beautiful and alluring.
Butterflies in Anna’s insides turned to blustery thunderstorms from the time she knocked on James’ door and stepped inside.
His kiss melted her and his hands steadied her otherwise weak body while her insides vibrated and she breathed heavily with her face against his shoulder.
Why?
She wondered briefly why she would venture into a danger zone and yet swept the thoughts away when James placed a finger beneath her chin, called her a “good girl,” and showed her a collar, and asked if he could slip it around her neck to see how she would look.
Anna stood quietly while James fitted the pet collar and kissed her neck.
She gave off signals for him to proceed by reaching for his trousers and feeling his cock. Soon, her dress was lying puddled on the floor while he attached a leash and led her into the room that he called his study where there were some books and a bench covered in vinyl, and a frame with wrist restraints hanging from chains.
“This is what I would love for you, darling Anna,” he said, running his hands over her bra and fingering between her legs, hooking inside her panties and feeling his way to her pussy.
Anna sighed, dropped to her knees, and took James’ cock inside her mouth until he had her stand and directed her to slowly undress.
He positioned her inside the frame, spread her legs and secured her ankles to an iron bar, and fastened her wrists in the cuffs and stretched her wrists high. He teased her body with his fingers and tongue, kissing her lips, and grazing his teeth over her mouth.
She closed her eyes and when he kissed over her tits, lightly clenching his teeth on her nipples, and tummy the powerlessness was propelling her into a world she had never even imagined exploring. He pressed his lips against her mons, nibbled along the insides of her thighs, and soon she was begging for his cock.
James undid her restraints and lay with her on the floor, crawling on top of her and angling his cock inside her pussy and thrusting until turning her onto her hands and knees, spanking her ass while tugging playfully on her hair and fucking her harder.
James thrust and fingered Anna into an explosive orgasm that rose from deep within and shook her body, much like a powerful earthquake shaking a once-recognizable landscape into new terrain.
He had fucked her body, but as Anna lay quietly with him in the afterglow he had also fucked her mind and when she returned home to Larry that evening, she lay quietly in bed, kissed him, and sucked his cock.
Larry groaned deeply as she moved her lips down his shaft and pumped cum from his body, dribbling onto her lips, and mostly spilling into her throat.
“Let’s talk in the morning,” she whispered, kissing Larry from his ear to his lips before sliding beneath the sheets. Life was full but the encounter wasn’t carefree.
Was this what it was like being a hotwife while wondering about your relationship with your new husband?
When the morning light woke her, Anna felt Larry’s cock pressing against her ass. She lifted a leg and shifted her body to let him slide inside and fuck her. Was he reclaiming her pussy or was she letting him have access?
“I love you,” murmured Anna, grateful to have her husband’s affection.
“And I love you, too.” His speech was interrupted by his groans.
“Fuck me deeply, darling,” said Anna, urging Larry on and wondering if she had given away a piece of her heart to James — along with a portion of her mind and soul.
And Larry did, pumping hard and fondling her tits while running his lips through her hair.
Anna felt gratitude and settled into the rhythm of welcoming her husband’s sexual desire.
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