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Friday before last was my husband's birthday. Being the good hotwife that I am, I knew what he'd want most: for me to get multiple orgasms from another man.

A week before, I suggested I might set something up on my own. To ensure he was on board, I did this while his erection was either in me or wrapped by my gentle fingers. He's usually the planner and finder for our trysts, but this time it would be me. His only knowledge was that something would be happening for his birthday.

We'd met with this young stud a couple of times before: once in a hotel, and once at his apartment when his roomate was gone and we didn't have time for a hotel. He is an amazing lover, and my husband completely approved of him, so I called him up to see if he could provide his services to me, during the day while my husband was still at work. This was the other twist: I'd be meeting him alone, and giving my husband a play-by-play - in texts and in texted images - throughout my little encounter. Of course, my husband didn't know the planning until the morning of his birthday.

On that day, I woke him with a gentle handjob (he'd fallen asleep naked after we'd had sex the night before). I whispered happy birthday to him, and asked if he wanted to know about his present. Hard cock trying to fuck my hand, he was excited to hear what I had in store. I asked if he remembered the guy I'd set plans up for: turns out that I'd had so many lovers over the years that he wasn't quite sure. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll remind you of him while I text you pics of us throughout the day while you sit at work." I could feel his erection grow harder, and I squeezed it to prevent any premature orgasm. "That's right, honey. I'll go to him today, he will fuck me, I'll let you know how good he is making me feel, showing you what his dick does to me, and you can come home to your party knowing your wife was thoroughly fucked by a hot young stud."

Grip or no grip, he popped at the thought. I've rarely played solo, so this was a rare twist that was a mindfuck for him.

He went to work, and a few hours later my mother came over to watch the kids so I could "run a few errands" before the party. If she noticed my tight jeans and cum-fuck-me looks she didn't say. And I was off to my lover's apartment in Queen Anne, a quick text to my husband of my outfit and a message, "headed to my lover's home."

The ride was longer than it should have been, and the stop-and-go traffic across the bridge allowed me to send several messages to my husband and to my ready and willing boytoy. "My pussy is so ready for you, I'm rubbing it in my car," I texted, followed by "Oops, sorry, honey, that was meant for my lover."

I headed up to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door, and gave me a long, passionate kiss as his neighbor was across the hallway. It made me feel slutty; I was clearly much older and, had they thought about it, was clearly there for something more than a friendly visit. But he ushered me in, and butterflies filled my stomach. I rarely meet guys one-on-one, and this felt very intimate. "Tall, blonde, and handsome" is a perfect description of him, and he made me feel wanted immediately.

It didn't take long to move to the bedroom, plenty of pics being taken of the undressing he was doing of me. He had free reign of my phone, and freely sent pic after pic to my husband. A pic of me looking up at him and the camera as I pulled his cock into my mouth; a pic of my spread legs begging him to come fill me; a pic of his dick rubbing up and down my pussy; a pic of him balls-deep inside; a pic of me clearly in orgasm that I don't even remember him taking. They all went to my husband.

He filled me, unloading inside me in missionary, kissing passionately. It felt good, despite my husband not being there. Or perhaps because of it. We laid naked, talking, a moment of 2 lovers happy in a very naughty encounter. He kissed me deeply, and I kissed back, tongues darting into noe another's mouths. This was the only video he made, of our deep, long kiss.

He was hard again, and I wanted to show my appreciation. I mounted him, cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl a couple times. He had been taking pictures until it got more passionate. He put my phone down, and I looked into his eyes as I rode him.

"You missed my pussy, didn't you?" I got out, grinding down as hard as I could. He moaned, I locked lips with him, and he pushed up into me, causing me to move up in the air and fall over onto him simultaneously. I could feel the expansion of his cock as pumped several shots of semen into me.

We both collapsed, laying exhaused. But I had a party to go to. I had a husband and family and friends waiting at home for me. He beat me home, and could only get a couple passionate kisses in while we had to do the family thing. He wanted to go upstairs with me for a bit, just to feel, just to hold his well-fucked wife in privacy. "Wait til later, honey," I told him. "Let another man's victory stay inside your wife for a while longer."

And feeling how stretched out she was...and her pussy was so slippery with his cum...apparently he came inside my wife twice...and she gave him a goodbye blowjob that she took in her mouth and she swallowed cum as much as she could. She explained later the he was a VERY heavy ejaculator.

I now know that I had tasted the remaining deposits on her beautiful breasts...but she didn't tell me until after she had encouraged me to suck on her nipples and then go down and lick her messy pussy...

THEN she told me she had fucked her EX and FINALLY had become my Hotwife, which I had been encouraging for quite a while.

I didn't expect to be tasting another man's seed in her pussy...but after I found out it was extremely erotic. We ended up fucking twice that afternoon, and at night, and again Sunday morning.

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Friday before last was my husband's birthday. Being the good hotwife that I am, I knew what he'd want most: for me to get multiple orgasms from another man.

A week before, I suggested I might set something up on my own. To ensure he was on board, I did this while his erection was either in me or wrapped by my gentle fingers. He's usually the planner and finder for our trysts, but this time it would be me. His only knowledge was that something would be happening for his birthday.

We'd met with this young stud a couple of times before: once in a hotel, and once at his apartment when his roomate was gone and we didn't have time for a hotel. He is an amazing lover, and my husband completely approved of him, so I called him up to see if he could provide his services to me, during the day while my husband was still at work. This was the other twist: I'd be meeting him alone, and giving my husband a play-by-play - in texts and in texted images - throughout my little encounter. Of course, my husband didn't know the planning until the morning of his birthday.

On that day, I woke him with a gentle handjob (he'd fallen asleep naked after we'd had sex the night before). I whispered happy birthday to him, and asked if he wanted to know about his present. Hard cock trying to fuck my hand, he was excited to hear what I had in store. I asked if he remembered the guy I'd set plans up for: turns out that I'd had so many lovers over the years that he wasn't quite sure. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll remind you of him while I text you pics of us throughout the day while you sit at work." I could feel his erection grow harder, and I squeezed it to prevent any premature orgasm. "That's right, honey. I'll go to him today, he will fuck me, I'll let you know how good he is making me feel, showing you what his dick does to me, and you can come home to your party knowing your wife was thoroughly fucked by a hot young stud."

Grip or no grip, he popped at the thought. I've rarely played solo, so this was a rare twist that was a mindfuck for him.

He went to work, and a few hours later my mother came over to watch the kids so I could "run a few errands" before the party. If she noticed my tight jeans and cum-fuck-me looks she didn't say. And I was off to my lover's apartment in Queen Anne, a quick text to my husband of my outfit and a message, "headed to my lover's home."

The ride was longer than it should have been, and the stop-and-go traffic across the bridge allowed me to send several messages to my husband and to my ready and willing boytoy. "My pussy is so ready for you, I'm rubbing it in my car," I texted, followed by "Oops, sorry, honey, that was meant for my lover."

I headed up to his apartment on the second floor. He opened the door, and gave me a long, passionate kiss as his neighbor was across the hallway. It made me feel slutty; I was clearly much older and, had they thought about it, was clearly there for something more than a friendly visit. But he ushered me in, and butterflies filled my stomach. I rarely meet guys one-on-one, and this felt very intimate. "Tall, blonde, and handsome" is a perfect description of him, and he made me feel wanted immediately.

It didn't take long to move to the bedroom, plenty of pics being taken of the undressing he was doing of me. He had free reign of my phone, and freely sent pic after pic to my husband. A pic of me looking up at him and the camera as I pulled his cock into my mouth; a pic of my spread legs begging him to come fill me; a pic of his dick rubbing up and down my pussy; a pic of him balls-deep inside; a pic of me clearly in orgasm that I don't even remember him taking. They all went to my husband.

He filled me, unloading inside me in missionary, kissing passionately. It felt good, despite my husband not being there. Or perhaps because of it. We laid naked, talking, a moment of 2 lovers happy in a very naughty encounter. He kissed me deeply, and I kissed back, tongues darting into noe another's mouths. This was the only video he made, of our deep, long kiss.

He was hard again, and I wanted to show my appreciation. I mounted him, cowgirl and reverse-cowgirl a couple times. He had been taking pictures until it got more passionate. He put my phone down, and I looked into his eyes as I rode him.

"You missed my pussy, didn't you?" I got out, grinding down as hard as I could. He moaned, I locked lips with him, and he pushed up into me, causing me to move up in the air and fall over onto him simultaneously. I could feel the expansion of his cock as pumped several shots of semen into me.

We both collapsed, laying exhaused. But I had a party to go to. I had a husband and family and friends waiting at home for me. He beat me home, and could only get a couple passionate kisses in while we had to do the family thing. He wanted to go upstairs with me for a bit, just to feel, just to hold his well-fucked wife in privacy. "Wait til later, honey," I told him. "Let another man's victory stay inside your wife for a while longer."