It’s now a year into my amazing Hotwife life, and Luke and I decided to turn it up a notch! 2 studs back to back is the goal, before finishing off back at home with Luke. We decided to start our search for a couple of confident, well endowed men that could deliver results. As I watched my husband swipe through Tinder profiles using the same strong, precision finger strokes he used to coax my orgasms out of me, my pussy throbbed, and my stomach tightened. I was equal parts aroused and anxious.
He looked up at me with those alarming eyes, and I bit my lip nervously.
“What about this one?”
I drew my eyes away from Luke’s intense gaze to look at the computer screen. The profile he had pulled up was of a tall, slim stranger with a sharp jawline and dirty blonde hair that hung over his deep blue eyes. Brad was 29, a musician, and originally from the Big Apple. I was intrigued and aroused.
“I’ve never fucked a real rockstar.” I gripped Luke’s shoulders from behind, kneading out the knots in his neck. His head fell to the side, rotating in slow circles as he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Add him to the list,” I said.
I moved around Luke’s body as he continued to scroll through Tinder profiles, lowering myself onto his lap. My silk nighty slid up my leg, and my wet pussy folds spread wide, pressing against the bare skin where his boxers met his thigh.
“Oh, someone’s a little excited,” he exclaimed casually, pushing his knee upward into my swollen clit.
I gently rocked back and forth, riding my husband’s muscular leg. He slipped one hand inside my nighty, pinching squeezing my breast, while his other hand continued to work the mouse. Luke feverishly swiped through the mens’ profiles left and right, as I grinded my pussy against his leg, imagining the sexy stud’s on the screen filling me up with their fat cocks and hot loads.
After a half hour, two orgasms, and dozens of matches and messages, we decided on two candidates. Rockstar Brad and Chase, who appeared to be a bodybuilder. Luke set up to meet them for in person screening later that day and we would be on our way. He was in charge of the rules, dates and times, and even mapped out the course I would travel.
That evening I got the amazing news my pussy had been waiting all afternoon for. That my bulls were ready, hung and full of cum – and Luke approved.
*****
Later that night, we discussed the arrangements. Luke made his famous dirty martinis, which always led to a long night of crazy sex. As the strong, salty liquid coated my throat, I listened to my husband eagerly explain the plans he’d made.
“The Uber will take you to Brad’s house first. Around 7. Then he’ll pick you up from there and take you over to Chase’s apartment.”
Luke was casually lounged on the couch, still dressed from work. His tie hung loosely around his neck and he’d rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. One leg was casually crossed over the other. He looked relaxed, yet assertive. Equal parts in control and completely aroused.
I was trying hard to concentrate but Luke made it difficult. Listening to him describe how these two, hung bulls were going to fuck and fill me was enough to saturate my panties. My clit throbbed as I redirected my attention to Luke’s words and away from his growing erection.
“How long will this all take?” I wasn’t trying to rush it, of course. But my main objective was to collect these cream pies and bring them back to Luke ASAP.
Luke grinned, reading my mind.
“Not too long, baby. The guys live close by.” Luke leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. He continued.
“Then, when you’re done getting your pussy filled for a second time, your Uber will bring your delicious treats home to me.”
Luke set his drink down, leaning back in his seat and spreading his knees. I could see the definition of his cock now beneath his dark dress pants. My mouth salivated.
I set down my drink and made my way over to the couch. I grabbed Luke’s knees, shoving his legs further apart.
“Oh yeah?” I said playfully, leaning down so Luke could see my bare breasts hanging beneath my loose-fitting nighty. I pressed my body closer to his as my hand’s slowly crept up his thighs towards his cock.
“And what exactly will you be doing while I’m out being daddy’s dirty little slut, fucking random guys and being a cum slut?”
Luke didn’t have to respond. His face said it all. He almost blew his load the second I said that. We both knew the answer. He’d be home stroking his glorious cock waiting for pussy pics from me along my adventure. Precum leaking at the thought of getting thirds and cleaning up my used, messy, cum-filled pussy.
The thought of our plans mixed with the dirty martini Luke had mixed up were enough to almost make me cum right there on the spot. My anxiety was gone and completely replaced with desire. I was drunk on the thought of getting fucked and filled by not one, but two strangers. I straddled Luke’s lap, rubbing myself against his rock hard dick until I came long and hard, collapsing into his arms and thanking him for his wild imagination and trust. Hotwifing was by far, the best thing we ever brought into our relationship. At that moment, I’d never loved him more.
*****
The night had finally arrived. Luke and I had been waiting impatiently fucking steady daily at the thought of it., As the time got closer Uber was on its way and the effects of pre drinks we’d just had started to take hold, I felt euphoria.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.”
Luke slipped his hands below my hair, cradling my neck and face and pulling me in for a deep kiss. I could taste the bourbon on his tongue. He had picked out my outfit. A strapless short red dress that clung to my curves, ending just below my ass. No bra. No panties. And my red-bottomed heels. Nothing said “fuck me” quite like a pair of red-bottomed heels.
I heard the alert on Luke’s phone. The Uber was here. My belly was filled with nerves and excitement. Luke’s face suddenly got serious.
“You’re on,” he said. “Go get that pussy filled .”
And with that, Luke led me to the car waiting out front. He opened the door and helped me slide into the leather seats of the Mercedes. I watched my confident husband walk around to the driver, giving him explicit instructions.
Luke spoke to me from the open window.
“Lindsay, this is Ron. He'll be your driver for both stops.”
The driver turned around, lifting his hand in acknowledgement. He was a middle-aged white man. Slightly overweight and harmless looking. I wondered if he knew what was about to happen.
With one more smile, Luke stepped aside, waving goodbye as Ron slowly pulled away.
I gripped my phone in my lap as the car navigated the streets. The sun was setting and the sky was illuminated. I could see our path on Ron’s navigation. We were only 3 minutes from our first stop – Brad’s house. I wondered what it would look like inside. Smell like. And what Brad would be like.
The car stopped abruptly in front of a small well taken care of, stone house. It was cute. It looked more like a B&B than a rockstar’s house, but it actually made me feel at ease.
“Here we are, miss.”
Ron put the car in park and waited for me to exit.
“Oh, thank you.”
As I reached for the door handle, Ron assured me he’d be back at 7:45. Ok, so just 45 minutes with Brad. I nodded and climbed out of the car. The Uber pulled away and I was left standing on the sidewalk, mentally preparing for what was about to happen.
I heard the door open from behind me. I turned around swiftly and there he was. Brad. Tall, assertive, and sexy as hell.
“Lindsay.” My name sounded so good on his lips and I could only imagine how good my pussy would feel. “Come in.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a command. And I obeyed.
I walked up the few steps into Brad’s house and stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit with candles and it smelled of cinnamon. I heard the door close behind me. Brad grabbed my phone, “May I?” and placed it on the table near the door.
I nodded. I had suddenly lost my voice.
“May I?” he whispered, before slowly pulling down my top, freeing my breasts. I gasped in surprise and excitement. He was wasting no time. Brad bent down, taking my tits in his hand and bringing my nipples up to his mouth. His strong tongue circled each one with expert precision. He cradled my breasts in his hands, moaning as his mouth and lips explored them. I whimpered. My pussy was already throbbing as his movements became more intense.
He gently pushed me toward the couch, lifting me up onto the back, my dress sliding up my thighs before settling around my waist. My pussy was exposed now, tingling with anticipation. Without a word, Brad grabbed my legs behind my knees, rocking me backwards. I almost lost my balance, gripping the pillows to steady myself.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His head was between my legs now, his tongue tracing every line and fold of my wetness. I gasped as his mouth found my clit. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue. I arched my back, pressing my body harder against his face. He was an expert at eating pussy. I thought I might cum right then but Brad slowed his pace, sensing my urgency.
“Not yet, love.”
Did he have an accent? I couldn’t tell. Before I could wonder any more, Brad picked me up, cradling my legs with one hand and supporting my back with the other. He walked around to the other side of the couch and sat me down. I stared, motionless, as Brad undid his black jeans, revealing his long slender cock. He stood directly in front of me, stroking himself slowly. I swallowed hard. He was at least 9-inches long and rock hard. That powerful tool made my pussy pulse. I was yearning for it.
“Taste it.”
Brad didn’t have to ask me twice. I loved sucking cock. I grabbed his dick wrapping my two hands around it firmly, pulling it close to my lips. I stared up at him, locking eyes as I slowly took his cock into my mouth, inch by inch. My tongue swirled around his flesh, feeling every vein. I circled the tip, mimicking the same sucking motions he’d used on my clit. He moaned, gripping my head and gently tugging on my hair.
Just as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, he pulled out. He grabbed my waist, flipping me over onto all fours. I grabbed the arm of the couch, bracing myself for his entry. I wasn’t prepared for how long and deep Brad was.
He entered me with ease, my pussy soaking wet and slippery. Accepting every inch of his cock.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot.”
Brad gripped my hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my dripping cunt. I pushed backwards toward him, wanting more. Craving more. I wanted to feel every inch of him.
“Fuck me harder.”
Brad obeyed, gripping my body tighter as he pounded my tight, wet pussy. I wasn’t going to last long. I needed to cum. But I knew I had to wait until he was ready.
“You’re gonna make cum.” I warned him.
“Oh fuck yeah. I’m close.” His voice was strained. He picked up rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass and tapping my clit.
“Oh my god, fuck! Cum in me, Brad. Fill my pussy up.”
Brad let out an animalistic groan, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside me as he unleashed a flood of hot cum. I moaned, collapsing onto the couch as my own orgasm ripped through my body, causing my legs to shake uncontrollably. Brad held me tight as we climaxed in unison.
I let my body go limp, catching my breath and letting the orgasm wash over me.
Brad didn’t move at first, but after a few minutes slowly pulled his cock from my pussy. I turned over, steadying myself on the couch while clamping my legs together. I needed to save as much cum for Luke as possible. Brad smiled, buttoning his pants and helping me up from the couch. Without a word, he pulled my dress back down and the top back up to cover my breasts.
He smiled and touched my face, which was an odd moment of intimacy I wasn’t used to. He walked me to the door and handed me my phone. No other words were spoken as I descended the steps toward Ron’s car, which was waiting at the curb. I could already feel Brad’s cum leaking down my thigh, so I cupped it with my hand, trying to keep as much of it inside me as possible.
“Are you ok, miss?” Ron asked as the door closed behind me.
“Yes, I’m fine. Let’s go.”
And with that, Ron headed towards Chase’s house next.
*****
I used the next few minutes to catch my breath. I almost didn’t hear the alert on my phone. I looked down. It was Luke. A sense of comfort came over me.
His text read: How was Brad?
I carefully typed back: Wanna see?
Luke responded immediately with a tongue emoji.
I peeked up at Ron. His eyes were focused on the road. I slipped my phone between my legs, spreading my thighs wide and taking a quick picture. Not wanting any more of the liquid gold filling my pussy to escape. I looked at it on the screen before sending it off to my husband. My pussy looked amazing. Delicious. The soft folds were covered in Brad’s cum. My lips glistened under the camera’s flash. Luke would be pleased.
I hit send just as we pulled up to Chase's house. Ron stopped the car.
“We’re here”
I stepped out of the car, thanking Ron. Another nice house, I loved it.
“I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Another quick visit, I thought, slightly amused by my husband’s planning. Luke must be getting inpatient. And hungry.
I went up to the front door, hit the doorbell and waited. Nothing. Just as I was about to hit the button again, I heard the door unlock. Another man of few words, I thought.
He opened the heavy front doors and stepped inside, I was pleasantly surprised to find my desire growing inside my belly again. I recovered quickly this time. I was ready for more.
Chase was even more muscular in person than on his Tinder profile. He had dark hair, eyes, and skin. His eyes were serious and hyper-focused.
He didn’t say a word before plucking me up off the ground and tossing me over his shoulder. If this hadn’t been arranged by Luke, I might’ve been a little worried. Chase manhandled me like a kidnapper. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t waiting. My uneasiness was quickly replaced with excitement as he carried me to the bedroom, plopping me onto the bed. He removed his shirt, revealing a chiseled body. He was built like a Greek God with enormous arms, shoulders, and pecs. His muscles were almost as big as the bulge I couldn’t ignore in his briefs.
He climbed on top of me, forcing me to crawl backwards to the head of the bed.
“How was the 1st guy?”
I was momentarily taken off guard.
“He was good. You like going 2nd, don't you dirty boy?”
Chase nodded in acknowledgement.
“I want to go down on you but I know it’s against the rules. So, I’m just going to pump another load into that cum filled pussy of yours.”
I laughed, realizing Luke had instructed him that eating his creampies was off limits. I nodded in agreement, pulling my dress up and spreading my legs wide. I was ready for him. A man with a body that beautiful must know his way around an experienced pussy like mine.
Chase stared at my creamy pussy for a few moments, smirking and shaking his head.
“I bet you taste fucking amazing.”
I waved my finger in the air. “Now, now.” I said playfully. “No eating, just fucking.”
Chase pulled his hard thick cock from his boxers. Droplets of precum emerging from his smooth, round head. He wasn’t as long as Brad but God damn was his cock thick. I clenched my pussy in delight. I loved a nice fat cock.
“Put it in.”
Chase slid into me with ease. Despite how thick he was, my pussy was still saturated from Brad’s load and my own juices. I gasped as my pussy expanded to fit Chase’s enormous dick.
He grunted. “My god! You’re so fucking tight and wet.”
He gripped the headboard above me, using the momentum from his glorious body to fuck me slow and rythmically. I grasped at his chest, clawing his skin.
“Fuck me harder.”
Chase grabbed my throat, pounding his thick cock deeper into my stretched hole. I pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts. I held them tight as Chase continued to fuck me deep and hard. My head tapped against the headboard. I was getting close.
“Fuck me till I cum. God your cock is fucking amazing.”
“Say my name!”
“Don’t stop fucking me, Chase. Fill my pussy up. Cum inside me. I wanna feel your hot load.”
And with that Chase exploded in a fury of fast, hard thrusts. I felt him burst inside me, a steady stream of hot cum adding to my already cum-filled pussy. I came next, my pussy’s contractions were long and hard. Chase rubbing my clit with his thumb made my climax so much more intense.
Chase’s movements slowed and he slipped out of me, collapsing onto the bed. I laid there contently, eyes closed and hands resting on my breasts. I may have dozed off for a second, my body in desperate need for recovery.
“Lindsay.”
Chase’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Your Uber is here.”
I nodded, knowing that I had to get a move on. Luke liked my pussy used and his creampies fresh.
I slipped off the bed, getting dressed and giving Chase a kiss on the cheek. I made my way back outside and into the waiting Uber.
“I’ll have you home in 10 minutes, miss.”
I nodded, resting my head on the seat and taking a moment to relax and regroup before getting home for round 3. Just then, my phone vibrated. It was Luke. I’d almost forgotten I’d sent him a picture early.
OMG! Fucking delicious. Send me another one from round 2!!!!!
Naughty boy, I thought. I quickly snapped another pic of my cum-soaked pussy, sent it off and smiled knowing how pleased he’d be. He responded with the water squirt emoji. I laughed at his playfulness and accuracy. He was right, I was already dripping and I still had another stop to make.
As I pulled up in front of our house, I thanked Ron. I was trying desperately to keep my thighs held tightly together, not letting any of these loads go to waste. I closed the door to the Mercedes, hoping I hadn’t left too much cum on Ron’s backseat.
Luke was waiting for me right inside the door. I wasn’t surprised. He grabbed me aggressively, pressing me up against the wall and driving his tongue down my throat.
“How was it, baby? Tell me all about it.”
His hands were all over my body. He tugged the top of my dress down with one hand, pulling the bottom up. He grabbed at my thighs which were slick with cum.
“Oh my fucking God, I can feel it. Baby, you’re so fucking full.”
I couldn’t get a word in. Luke was so excited. So eager. I didn’t resist, letting him explore my body as his wild thoughts took over. He stepped back momentarily, ripping my dress off completely. I stood there, exposed. Dirty. Completely used and fucked. I loved it.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Wait,”I said hastily. “The cum is pouring out of me.”
“I want to taste it too.”
Luke pulled me to the living room,pushing me onto the couch. He pushed one leg on the back of the couch, shoving my other leg aside so I was spread eagle. Now, he had an unobstructed view of my cum-soaked, leaking pussy. I clenched and released my muscles, feeling the hot thick creampie ooze from my body and down my ass.
Luke moved quickly, his mouth catching the thick hot droplets as they flowed freely from my pussy. I listened to the sounds of him slurping and moaning as he hungrily ate the creampies he’d be waiting so patiently for. I watched him intently as he relished in the taste of Brad and Chases’ cum mixed with my own sweet cream.
“You taste so fucking good. They taste so good.”
“I want to taste,” I whimpered.
Luke crawled up my body, bringing us face to face, scooping cum from my pussy with his hand and shoving it into my mouth. I grabbed his face, licking the wetness from his chin and around his lips. I took his tongue into mine, sucking the cum from it, sharing in his fantasy.
I felt his rock hard erection between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me. My third cock of the night.
“Fuck me, baby. My pussy needs more cock.”
Luke didn’t skip a beat, slowly pushing into my cum-soaked body. I stared into his eyes, pressing my body into his. His lips moved to my neck. He kissed every inch of my neck and chest, tracing my collarbone with his tongue as he fucked me slow and with purpose. He felt so familiar. I gripped his body, pulling his chest closer to mine.
“I love your slutty pussy. Are you ready for more? Does your pussy want another load?”
“Yes, daddy! Give me more cum. Fill my pussy, it's yours,” I answered. My body relaxed and legs spread as he slowly stroked in and out. I could feel him cumming. His cock started to throb as he pumped his load inside me. I was his Queen. And tonight, I was his cumdump.
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