Hotwife Strokes Online Hookup at the Bar
Wife can’t keep her hands off her online hookup’s big dick

“You can’t be serious,” I tell him. I can’t believe this guy just asked me to jerk him off at the bar.
“Why not?”
Rico is smug and his confidence is appealing. I wish he didn’t act like he’s so sure he’s going to get laid tonight, but then he just might. I haven’t decided yet. We only met a couple of hours ago. He’s an attractive guy in his late forties, about ten years older than me. Rico looks younger in the photos on his dating app profile, but he wouldn’t be the first person to post out-of-date pictures. I try to be honest. All my profile photos are from within the last year. My husband chose them all himself. He chooses the outfits for my dates too. Tonight’s outfit is a short, figure-hugging, lightweight black wrap dress with bold red flowers on it. The thin straps made wearing a bra impossible — which I’m sure Rico has noticed. Should I feel a certain way about my husband wanting to make me totally fuckable for other men?
“What makes you think I’m the kind of girl who gives hand jobs to guys I just met?”
My smile is sloppy. I’m almost through my second dirty martini. My husband would tell me to slow down. I drink too fast when I’m nervous. And when I drink too much I get flirty and reckless. Rico isn’t the first guy I’ve met from online, but these encounters always make me nervous. He is the first guy I’ve felt this kind of instant spark with.
“So, doing it in public isn’t the issue here? It’s only that we’ve just met?” His dark eyes sparkle when he says it.
“You’re charming, Rico. I’ll give you that. And I think you know it.”
“And you’re hot, Melissa. And I bet you know it too.”
“I’ve been told I’m pretty.”
My husband tells me how hot I am all the time, especially when we’re fantasizing about me being with other men. All that sexy talk can go to a girl’s head, but seriously, I know I’m no supermodel. I’m pretty, and I know how to turn on the sexy. I’ve never had trouble getting attention from guys — which my husband loves — but I don’t think I’m really all that special. Almost any woman can get attention from guys if they know how to play it right. But I do have a nice smile and a good figure. My boobs aren’t huge, but my husband tells me they’re perfect. Rico must agree because he stares at them every time he thinks I’m not looking.
“You know you’re not just pretty, Melissa. It takes confidence to pull off an outfit like that.”
“The kind of confidence it takes to jerk off a stranger in a bar with people around?”
“I hope so. But I’m not a stranger. We’ve been talking for weeks.”
“Chatting online. Only on the phone a few times.”
“Yeah, and that was fucking hot, Melissa.”
Okay, I had phone sex with Rico the second time we spoke. I don’t like to be too easy, but I was feeling frisky, and the husband was watching, and I wanted to put on a good show. Rico’s right. It was fucking hot. He’s a take-charge kind of guy, which always gets me going.
“It doesn’t mean we really know each other.”
Rick smiles and rests his hand on my knee. I like it there and leave it. He leans close and says, “I know what you sound like when you come.”
I return his smile and put my hand on his thigh. He’s wearing jeans and they look good on him. His bulge suggests he wasn’t lying when he told me how big he is. I’ve seen a picture, but I don’t know for sure that was him — not yet.
“Yes, you do,” I confirm.
I’ve faked orgasms during bad phone sex in the past — just like with bad real sex — but I didn’t need to with Rico. His deep voice tickled me down to my core, and I almost felt his hands on me from the way he described touching me. I think the husband was jealous of how hard Rico made me come over the phone, but he loved watching it. He was on me in a flash the moment I hung up and he came in record time.
“And I know what you look like naked.” Rico looks me over like he’s remembering how I looked in the photos I’d sent him. “Damn, you look fine naked, Melissa.”
“You can tell me how hot I am all night. It’s not going to get me to do something crazy like jerk you off in this bar.”
Rico leans even close and his hand slides from my knee up my thigh, almost under my short dress. It’s a test. I let his hand stay. I even relax my thighs. I don’t know if that means I’ve failed or passed his test.
“I think you’re an adventurous girl and you like being daring.”
I lick my lips because my mouth is suddenly dry. I want to sip my dirty martini, but I can’t break eye contact with Rico. He has me mesmerized. I want to lie and tell him he’s wrong, but I feel like he’ll know I’m lying. Part of me hopes he’ll punish me for it. I wonder how the husband would feel about another man punishing me?
“Don’t think I really want to do something just because the fantasy turns me on.”
“You don’t come that hard unless you’re into it, Melissa.”
During our phone sex, Rico told me what he would do to me the first time we met. He said he’d drag me into a filthy bar bathroom and use me. First my mouth, then my pussy. See why I came so hard? Part of me hopes he’ll drag me into a bathroom now, even though I know that’s impossible in an Atlantic City casino. Too many cameras around. But if Rico wanted it, I just might do it. His fingers caressing my thigh have my heart pounding and my pussy steaming. But I don’t know about jerking him off at the bar. It’s not all that crowded, but again, the cameras.
“I plead the fifth.”
“I propose a wager. Let’s leave it up to chance. If I win three out of five hands of blackjack, we’ll come back here, and you’ll do as I ask. If I lose, you’re free to go.”
My first thought is, what if I don’t want to go? It feels like either I jerk Rico off, or I get punished by being sent home. I lose either way. But I also don’t want to appear too eager, so I don’t tell him I’d be happy to go back to my car in the parking garage and handle his dick — and so much more.
“Okay,” I tell him. “Let’s do it.”
Rico throws a tip down on the bar and escorts me onto the gambling floor. A man who’s been sitting across the bar from us the whole time, pretending not to watch us, jumps up and follows. That would be the husband, Eli.
The gambling floor is bustling, even though it’s after midnight. I’ve been so engrossed in flirting with Rico that I haven’t kept track of the time. His arm is around my waist, possessively resting on my hip as he guides me through the tables and slot machines. How does Eli feel about that? I like being close to Rico. He’s a big, solid presence beside me. I’m only 5’4” and I like a big guy, but not a muscly guy. Just big. Rico is about six feet and barrel-chested. He works in security, which is why we had to meet so late, and he moves his bulk with confidence. I like a man who knows he can handle himself. He’s the opposite of my book-smart husband, but that’s sort of the point of this. Eli says he wants me to experience different men. Who am I to argue?
Rico finds a table with an open seat on the end and keeps me close while he’s playing. His free hand still rests on my hip, continually drifting to my ass. I can only imagine people around us judging, like why don’t they get a room and thinking I’m a slut because I’m letting a man paw me like that in public — that’s if they weren’t already thinking it because of my skimpy dress. I scan the big casino floor looking for our shadow. It’s not easy because of all the people and gaming apparatuses, but I see him there lurking. Eli’s close enough that he can see the possessive way Rico is treating me, but far enough off that he won’t be noticed.
I confess I don’t understand why my husband wants this. Eli has explained it to me over and over again, and while I understand the words, I just don’t understand the emotion. I understand how watching people fuck can be exciting — I think we all have a little voyeurism in us — but I can’t wrap my head around watching your wife — or husband — fucking someone else and being okay with it. That was the main hurdle I had to get over to do this. But it’s been a blast since we started, so I’m happy Eli won me over.
We agree that Rico must win three out of five blackjack hands to win my hand. Deep down, I find the challenge thrilling. I’m a married woman with kids, so I don’t want to be caught jerking off a strange man in a casino bar, but the danger makes my pussy throb. I want to be daring and reckless like I was in my single days. I also want to give Rico so much more than a hand job, but it’ll do — for a start.
Rico demands that I kiss him for good luck. I bent down slowly to do it, knowing my tits are tumbling out of my dress and on full display. The other guys sitting at the table appreciate the view as well. Their attention makes me tingle everywhere. I go for a peck, but Rico kisses me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I’ve been desperate for him to kiss me for at least the last hour and devour his tongue. I hold onto his shoulders because the kiss makes me weak in the knees. I lick my lips to taste him as I pull away. He tastes like beer.
Rico wins his three hands with ease, taking four out of five. He even gets blackjack on the final hand, and I think he deserves something special for that. Rico is on a winning streak, and it’s about to get even better. He tips the dealer and tells me it’s time to go back to the bar. I tell him I’ll meet him there and give him another fiery kiss. Rico says I’d better not stand him up. I reply that he can punish me if I keep him waiting too long.
Eli is waiting for me by the bathrooms, as I knew he would be. He has a wild look in his eyes, and he seems out of sorts. He’s flushed like he just ran through the casino. Seeing me with other men seems to disturb him as much as he enjoys it, so I don’t know why Eli wants this. I pull him around the corner, where we have some cover. It’s not private, but we’re shielded from most prying eyes. I grab my husband and kiss him hard, molding my body to his. I feel he’s already hard. I bet he’s been stiff all night.
“Are you enjoying the show?” I ask, pulling out his bottom lip with my teeth.
“Yeah,” he rasps, his hands on my waist. Eli stares at me like he’s seeing me for the first time.
I wedge my hand between us and caress him through his pants. Eli shakes like he’s about to come.
“I can tell.”
“You want to fuck him, Melissa. I can see it.”
“He’s not quite as advertised, but he’s hot. I could have fun with Rico.”
Eli’s voice lowers to a growl. “Say it. Tell me you want to fuck him.”
I squeeze him tight through his pants and tease his lips with my tongue. Eli tries to kiss me, but I don’t let him. He groans. “I want to fuck him, babe.”
“Fuck.”
“You’d love to see me do it, wouldn’t you? You want to see me take his huge cock.” He loves it when I tease him. I feel bad sometimes, but it’s what Eli wants.
“Yes,” he hisses.
“You’ll never believe what Rico wants me to do. He wants me to jerk him off — ”
Eli is so eager he interrupts me. “You want more than that, Melissa.”
I ignore it. “He wants me to do it here. Right at the bar.”
“But there are people around,” he stammers.
I see the excitement flare in him. Eli is scared like I am, but he’s also as horny as me and it’s overriding his logic. He doesn’t want anyone to know about his dirty little kink, and his wife getting caught jerking off another guy in a casino would certainly expose us. But Eli wants to see me be a slut more than he’s worried about being exposed. He doesn’t have to tell me. I know what he wants me to do.
“It would be so slutty, wouldn’t it babe? Your wife jerking off another man with all these people around. Right out in the open. Right where you can watch me.”
“Aw, fuck, Melissa…”
“You want me to do it.”
“Yes,” he confesses, looking away with shame.
“This will be fun.” I give him a last kiss and return to Rico.
Here’s the thing. Eli hasn’t actually seen me do much with another man. I have fucked anyone on these dates yet. My husband is dying for it, but I haven’t felt ready yet. Rico is only the sixth guy I’ve met. Eli has seen me kiss men at bars and seen me slip out to the parking lot with a couple of men. I’ve gotten hot and heavy out in the car. I’ve been rubbed to a couple of sweet orgasms and even went down on the last guy, but Eli couldn’t see any of that in a dark parking lot. He had to wait for me to come home and tell him all about it. That was exciting for us both, but it’s not what he really wants. Eli wants to see his wife fucked. Tonight will be the most he’s seen me do. It thrills me to know how crazy I’m about to make my husband. Turning on two men at once almost feels like I’m having a threesome.
Rico looks surprised to see me. He only lets his confident mask slip for a moment and I’m glad I caught it. I like the see the human beneath the cocky bull. He’s no longer seated at the bar itself, but in a circular, high-backed sofa in one of the corners of the bar area. those high sides and the table in front of it provide some protection, and it’s on the empty side of the bar where the bartender is unlikely to notice us. Rico is smart. But I still feel like anyone who looks over is going to know exactly what I’m doing.
I slide into the sofa beside him with a long, smoldering kiss. We leisurely enjoy each other. Rico is a fantastic kisser. His lips stoke my fires and make me want more. We pull apart and I ask, “Did you miss me?”
“What do you think?” he asks and kisses me again.
“Do you really want me to do this?”
Rico answers by putting my hand on the giant bulge in his jeans. I grip that thing and feel it twitch. He wants it all right.
“Okay. I hope I don’t disappoint.”
“That’s not possible, Melissa.”
I know I won’t, but it’s good to play humble. Not to brag, but I know my way around a dick. I won’t say I’ve always been a slut — okay, I’ve always been a slut — but I’ve never been the girl who plays hard to get. I’ve always been the girl who just goes for it if she wants it. And it turns out I want it a lot.
I tell Rico to take it out and while he’s doing that, I fetch my sweater from my oversized purse. I was happy to wear the skimpy dress my husband picked out for Rico, but I’m a girl who gets cold and I brought a sweater because I know casinos are over air-conditioned. Rico’s got his thing out and I must sneak a peek at it before I cover it. Oh my god! He was not lying. That thing is massive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a piece of meat that large. It’s like a third appendage sprouted from his lap. I spread my sweater across us, and his dick tents it out. Nothing subtle about that. I slick my hands with lotion from my purse.
My hands disappear under the sweater, and I go to work. My fingers don’t close around him and both hands don’t cover his shaft. I wonder how he gets that thing inside a woman. I’d love to find out. My hands slide up and down his length slowly at first. I want to get to know it. I close my eyes and picture it as I map it with my hands. I feel it throb as I stroke it. Rico trembles and groans when I palm the head and rub it. I pump at the thick base and work the head and I know I could make him come quickly. I should. The faster in this public place, the better. But I don’t get to play with a monster like this every day.
I look around the bar area. A couple sits at the bar a few feet from us, but they’re too into each other to pay attention to what we’re doing. And there’s Eli on the other side of the bar. He knows exactly what I’m doing, and he doesn’t pretend to look away. I don’t think he can. What’s in his head as he watches his wife jerk off some hung guy in a bar? Is he jealous, or does Eli just wish he was watching me ride Rico? I’m wishing I was riding Rico, even though I know it would probably hurt.
Rico sighs with relief when I stop teasing his head. I know he wants to come, but I don’t think he wants me to be finished. His arm is around me, keeping me close and he’s staring at my braless tits while I play with him. They have a nice little jiggle while I pump him. My top hand slides down to work his base while my other hand cups his heavy balls. Rico is shaved smooth everywhere. I’ve never experienced that in a guy. It’s nice. I feel like I can really enjoy playing with his cock. He grunts when I squeeze his sac.
“Careful, girl,” he warns.
“What if I’m not? Will you punish me?”
“You want to be punished, don’t you Melissa?”
“I bet you could really punish me with this big dick.”
“You know it. Do you talk all filthy like that with your husband?”
“Would I be here if I did?” I lie.
Rico knows I’m married, but he doesn’t know about Eli’s kink. My husband is much too uncomfortable for me to tell anyone the truth. He’s also worried it’ll be harder to find someone to play with me if they know it’s part of some weird sex game they don’t understand. It’s better for men to think I’m just a cheating wife, Eli argued. I don’t think it matters. Guys will want to fuck me. But I respect his wishes and put myself out there as a cheating slut.
“Where does he think you are?” Rico sounds excited. He likes that he’s experiencing another man’s woman.
“Out with friends. He has no idea.”
“I love how fucking dirty you are, Melissa.”
I’m about to say thanks, but he kisses me, taking my breath away. Rico also shoves a hand under the sweater hiding our laps and up my dress. The gauzy wrap dress yields like it’s not there, and my legs fall open. My panties are soaked before he’s even touched me and I’m almost embarrassed by how easily I’m aroused. He must know I want him, but now he really knows. Rico almost tears my thong when he pulls it aside and roughly thrusts two fingers inside me. They sink into my inviting wetness and my muscles clench around them. I can’t help it. It feels so good to be filled. I want his cock, but I’ll take his fingers. I need something inside me. Rico works my pussy like a master, and I moan into our kiss while I suck his tongue.
Everything is a jumble after that. It moves so quickly. I pump Rico with both hands, jerking him so hard my tits almost bounce out of my dress. He rubs my clit with his thumb while his fingers torture me and somehow, I come first, even though I had a head start working on him. I bury my face in his shoulder and bite his shirt as I yelp. I’m as quiet as I can be while coming so hard, which isn’t quiet enough. My muffled cries into his shoulder must draw someone’s attention, even with the music in the background.
I squeeze Rico tighter and jerk him hard when I come, and he growls my name before he shoots his thick wad into my sweater. A wide wet spot spreads, ruining the garment, but I don’t care. I’m too busy shaking with ecstasy. I feel his cream ooze down over my fingers and I keep jerking that meat until I’m sure I’ve drained his balls.
Rico chuckles. It’s deep and rich and satisfied. I lean back, a flushed and sweaty mess. I feel like I’ve run a 5k. One of my boobs is almost entirely out of my dress and I tuck it back in, noticing the mess all over my fingers when I do. I look Rico right in his sexy dark eyes and lick my fingers clean. My eyes flick over to Eli, and he looks like he’s about to pass out. He knows what I’m tasting. I wonder if he’ll kiss me. Eli couldn’t kiss me quickly enough after I blew the last guy.
“I love what a dirty girl you are, Melissa,” Rico says.
“You’re just saying that because you still want to fuck me.”
“You know I’m good for more than once a night.”
I laugh. I bet he is. Rico is all man. “So, because of this you think I’m just going to go home with you now? You made me come — thank you, by the way — I got what I needed.”
“No, you didn’t, Melissa. You need this.”
My one hand is still on him and somehow Rico makes that muscle twitch, even though he just came. I swear he’s still semi-hard. I love my husband, but Rico is right. I do need it. I have to experience his cock. I haven’t felt that way before. Playing with other guys has been a nice side thing, but I never felt like I needed it. But I need Rico’s cock. Even if it’s just once, I need to feel it inside me. I feel guilty, but I still want it.
“I’m not just going to go home with you, Rico.”
“How about another wager? I win this time, and I get to do whatever I want with you all night.”
I look toward Eli watching us, but it’s my only hesitation before answering, “Okay.”
We leave the bar, and Eli and the bartender are watching us and talking while we go. I shiver, knowing I’m the topic of conversation. Knowing someone — other than my husband — watched me be so bad rocks my core. I can’t wait for Rico to rock my world.
Rico easily wins at blackjack again. I’m starting to think I’m being hustled. He wins despite my distractions. I’m all over him now. I don’t care who sees it or how they judge this little slut. I want them to see me. I want them to watch me misbehave. Eli is my most important audience, but anyone can watch.
We leave the tables and Rico braces me against the wall to kiss me. He’s hard again. I feel it pressing into my stomach. His thigh pushes between my legs, and I hump it. Yeah, I’m that shamelessly horny.
“Your car or mine?” he asks.
I reach into my purse and produce a room keycard.
“You knew you were going to fuck me all along, you married little slut.” Rico grins.
“Let’s just say I was open to possibilities. Let me text my husband and tell him I’m going to be late, and we can go up so you can collect your winnings.”
“Lead the way, Melissa.”


Part 2
Hotwife Loses Bet, Is Savaged by a Stranger
Melissa gives it up to the hung stranger



I’m in awe of Melissa as I watch her from across the casino floor. She only met this guy tonight, but they look like a couple. Rico has his arm around her slender waist like she belongs to him. My wife looks thrilled to be there. I’m thrilled too, but for different reasons — and my feelings are more conflicted. It doesn’t matter how badly you want to see your wife with another man, you’re going to feel a certain way about it when it happens.
Don’t get me wrong. This was all my idea. Melissa didn’t come into the kitchen one morning and tell me she wants to fuck other guys. It’s an obsession I harbored for years before I worked up the nerve to tell her about it. It went about as well as you could expect when I did. At first, she said she would play along with my fantasy. Melissa’s always been great that way. She’s not exactly prudish. But it took her a long time to come around when I told her I wanted her to do it in real life. It was months of Melissa working through her feelings and deciding how to do it in a way that she might be comfortable with.
Rico sits at the table and confidently plays blackjack. It’s natural to be confident with a sexy woman like Melissa on your arm. I fell for her the moment I saw her, and that was just in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt at the local coffee joint. Tonight, she’s dressed to the nines in a short dress that shows off her running-toned legs and lowcut enough that her tits are almost falling out every time she moves. She stands to Rico’s left at the blackjack table, and she keeps leaning over. I know it’s just to show off her tits. Rico isn’t the only beneficiary of the show. Every guy at that table — including the dealer — is distracted by my wife’s rack. She doesn’t have the biggest breasts, but damn are they perky and perfect. They’re just the right size for her to get away with going out braless and it not being super obvious.
It’s their second run at the blackjack table. The first time Rico won their bet, she went back to the bar with him and jerked him off, right there in public. I knew Melissa could be wild in her younger days, but honestly, I was shocked she agreed to it. There’s a huge difference between being a drunk, trampy college student and a married mom.
Melissa made sure I was okay with it before she did the deed, but I wasn’t going to say no. This was what I’d been fantasizing about for years. Melissa has hooked up with a couple of other guys she’s met online, but she always slips out to the parking lot with them where I can’t see much of what’s happening. I’ve tried tucking in among the cars to watch from the shadows, but all I’ve seen are shapes moving these guys’ cars. When I saw Melissa’s head duck down, I knew she was sucking her first strange dick, but my brain had to fill in the dirty details as I jerked off all over the side of a silver Jeep Grand Cherokee.
I always thought I’d get to watch her in a more private place, but Melissa being so reckless, so slutty made it even hotter. She tried to disguise it by throwing a sweater over their laps, but it was obvious to anyone who looked over what they were doing. That hand motion is universally understood, even if it’s taking place beneath a sweater.
What I didn’t expect was that Rico didn’t leave it to Melissa to do all the work. I nearly came in my pants sitting at the bar watching this stranger with his hand up her skirt. Watching another man get my wife off was like fireworks going off in my brain. Seeing her try to control herself so she didn’t create a public spectacle was icing on the cake. I’ve never wanted my wife more than I did when I saw her coming on another man’s hand. I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the show. The bartender slid up to me while they were carrying on and clued me into the action happening across the way.
“Get a load of those two over there,” the bartender said, lowering his voice and looking over his shoulder at Melissa and Rico. “She’s jerking that guy off. They’re so fucking hot for each other they can’t even wait to get out of here.”
“Are you going to call security?” I asked, worry piercing my excitement.
“Nah, it’s late. Let them have their fun. I like watching when the MILFy types get drunk and slutty. She’s wearing a ring, but he’s not. Don’t think that’s her husband.”
“Damn, wonder how he got her. She’s hot, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s a piece of ass, and she’s horny as hell. She was flirting with me earlier. I bet I could have taken her into the supply room and pounded her if I’d taken the bait. Sounds like they hooked up online or something. I heard them talking earlier. Her poor fucking husband.”
I felt defensive. “Maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe it’s an open marriage.”
“Listen, man. If my old lady looked like that, she wouldn’t need to go looking anywhere else for dick.” The bartender chuckled.
I was shamed but tried not to let it show. The last thing I needed was for this guy to know I’m the poor cuck husband — not that I consider myself a cuck. They call what we do Stag & Vixen, or hotwife.
“Oh, shit. Here it comes. She’s about to lose it,” the bartender said.
Melissa buried her face in Rico’s shoulder while we watched. I don’t know how discreet she was trying to be, but we could hear her muffled shouts when he made her climax. I gripped the bar, willing myself not to come in my pants as I watched them. I was dizzy watching another man make my wife come for the first time. I might have fallen off the barstool if I hadn’t held on so tightly. The bartender gave me a funny look.
“You okay, man? Watching them is hot but chill out. If you’re going to jerk off, go to the men’s room.”
I cleared my throat and forced my tense voice lower. “Just didn’t expect to see anything like that tonight. As you said, she’s hot. Seeing that’s hot.”
“I see all kinds of crazy shit working here. You wouldn’t believe it.” He kept watching Melissa. She was slumped into Rico and breathing hard. “Wonder if I can get a piece now that he’s done with her. Really would love a turn.”
Hearing the bartender talk about my wife like that made my balls ache. It fed right into my strange kink. I would have happily given Melissa to him if I got to watch him fuck her. I said, “You never know. She does seem like quite a slut.”
Melissa and Rico chatted for a few minutes before they were on the move again. I waited for a second, so it wasn’t too obvious I was following them, and hopped off my barstool.
Melissa texts me again. Get up to the room and get ready. I’m about to make all your fantasies come true. 😘
I’m frozen in my spot while I try to wrap my mind around what this text means. This fantasy I’ve had for years is about to truly, fully come true. Melissa is not bringing Rico up to the room we rented to jerk him off again, or even blow him. I’m about to see my wife fuck another man. The casino floor is suddenly 20 degrees hotter. I feel the sweat bead on my forehead.
While I’m having a minor panic attack, I see Rico tip the dealer and collect his chips. The cheeky bastard actually sticks one into the front of Melissa’s dress, tucking it into her cleavage. It’s like he’s buying her, and it gives me chills down to my soul. Watching them kiss afterward makes my balls ache. They walk away from the table, and I realize I need to get moving if I’m going to be upstairs and ready when they arrive.
I practically run to the elevators to the guest room tower, but I’m stopped by a security guard to show my keycard as proof that I’m a guest. I must look like I’m losing my mind — rushing, sweaty, and flushed. He probably thinks I’m having some kind of medical emergency. I do feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.
In the room, I make sure nothing is out of place, all the lights are turned on, and I take my position in the bedroom closet. We choose this casino because we’ve spent the night and we knew the room was perfectly configured for us if the plan came to fruition. Melissa made very sure I didn’t think she was committed to doing anything, but I took it as a good sign that she wanted to get the room. I settle into the chair I placed in the closet earlier and pull the two doors closed, leaving a gap between them. I have a perfect view of the bed. I won’t see everything, but this view will be good enough.
Melissa and Rico breeze into the room a few minutes later. I didn’t beat them to the room by much. She must be in a hurry to get to it. The door heavily closes, and I hear giggling, followed by the soft, wet sounds of kissing. I hope Melissa is guiding Rico toward the bed because I don’t want to miss a thing. She moans as they finally move into my view.
Rico’s hands are all over my wife. Her little black wrap dress looks like it was poured over her curves. How much longer will it stay on her? He’s pawing at it like he wants to rip it off Melissa. They stand beside the bed and her hands are on his broad chest. She might be unbuttoning his shirt. Rico is a big guy, and he dwarfs my wife. He’s got to be half a foot taller than her. I can’t wait to see a big man like him toss her around. Melissa is unbuttoning his shirt, and she pulls it off his chest.
“Mmm, I love your ink. It’s sexy,” Melissa coos. She does always talk about how sexy tattooed guys are. It’s almost tempted me to get some work done. Almost. She has her own ink, a tiny Pisces sign in black ink at the base of her neck. Her thick, raven hair usually hides it from prying eyes.
His chest is covered in intricate ink. Carpe Diem is scrawled across the top of his chest in giant, cursive lettering. Melissa traces the words with her fingers. I can’t make out all of his tattoos because she’s so close to him. She leans in and kisses his chest like she can’t help but kiss every tattoo on his body. Watching my wife just go for it like that is intoxicating. I almost don’t recognize her as the woman who packed the kids’ lunches and drove them to school yesterday morning. I laugh thinking about what the other parents in the drop-off line would think if they saw Melissa right now.
Rico pulls her lips back to his and I see Melissa swallow his tongue. I don’t think she’s kissed me that desperately in 20 years. Just watching her make out with another man is almost hotter than anything else. The intimacy of it chills me to the core and electrifies my dick. I start rubbing myself through my pants without thinking.
Melissa has to help Rico with her dress. He can’t figure out how to unfasten the knot holding it closed at her waist. It’s a true wrap dress, not one of those fake ones that zip up the back. I love the idea of Melissa being unwrapped. She pulls the knot free and unclips the other side. The dress falls open and Rico pushes it right off her shoulders. So much for him taking his time to unwrap her!
“Damn, you’re hot Melissa,” he marvels, whistling.
Melissa laughs musically and smacks his chest. I know that she loves his lust for her. “You’ve seen me naked.”
“Pictures can lie. I know it’s all about the angles. But you’re just as sexy as promised.”
Rico holds her out at arm’s length to really drink her in. Her perfect breasts heave with her excited breathing, pale pink nipples thick with arousal. I’m so happy I made her skip the bra. She has a juicy ass, which he grabs and jiggles. I love the way her ass bounces and I bet he does too. Her tiny black thong hides nothing. Rico already felt her fully shaved puss down in the bar, but he can see it now. He grins like a wolf as he absorbs her hotness.
“So are you, baby.”
Melissa works on his belt and Rico explores her body with his hands. She shivers with excitement when he cups her breasts and teases her nipples. He gives them a pinch and she whines, pushing her tits into his hands. She gets his pants open and doesn’t even bother pushing them down before shoving her hand inside.
“There he is,” she says, stroking him.
“You want it, don’t you honey?”
“Why do you think you’re up here?”
“Show me how badly you want it.”
Rico shoves Melissa to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and pushes his pants down. His cock springs out and damn that thing is a monster. I’ve seen the photos he sent her, but as Rico said, pictures can lie. His didn’t. That thing is so big she needs both hands to stroke it. His pubic hair is buzzed down, making his cock and balls seem even more massive. Melissa always swears size doesn’t matter — and I’m not small — but the way she stares at Rico’s dick makes me think she’s been lying all these years.
Melissa holds it out and starts sucking, holding the fat head between her full, red lips. Rico gathers up her hair and pulls it back. I know it’s because he wants to watch her, but it’s like he’s helping me too. I need to see every second of this. She stares up at him and sucks the head. I know from experience she’s giving him plenty of tongue work too. Rico groans his approval. She pulls back and slathers the head with her tongue, letting it lap down his shaft. That thick meat lays along her cheek as she teases him. But Rico doesn’t want to be teased. He feeds it back into her mouth and uses her raven hair to guide her to bob on him. Her eyes close when she takes him deep and her cheeks hollow with the effort. The wet sounds of her sucking are music to my ears. I have to stop touching myself, so I don’t come too soon. She pulls off his meat gasping for air.
“Too much for you, honey?”
“No, never,” she gasps, licking her wet lips.
“Yeah, honey, show me,” he moans when she dives in and sucks his heavy balls.
Seeing my wife’s face buried in his crotch, eagerly sucking on his heavy balls is so filthy I can’t take it. We’ve joked about what a good slut she is, but Melissa is surpassing all expectations tonight. I want to think this is all to put on a show for me, but I know she wants this just as much as I do.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…honey…get in there…”
Rico’s legs tremble like they might buckle, and I wonder just how deep my wife’s tongue is getting. She sucks both his musty balls, taking her time like they’re a delicious snack. I don’t think he can take it because he pulls Melissa back by her hair and stuffs her mouth full again. She’s got him fired up because he’s not gentle this time. He’s fucking my wife’s mouth. Melissa squirms in panic for a moment and I wonder if I need to burst out of the closet and save her. Rico would probably kick my ass and still fuck my wife in front of me, but it doesn’t come to that. She must figure it out because she stops fighting it and takes his long strokes down her throat. Melissa is performing like a porn star! I’m so lucky.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, honey,” he taunts, before pulling it out to let her breathe. A string of drool stretches from his head to her lips. “But that’s not where you really want it, is it, Melissa?”
Melissa shakes her head.
“Fuck me,” she whispers between pants.
“Where do you want it, honey?”
“In my pussy.”
“Louder.”
“Put it in my pussy, you bastard. Fuck me.”
“Damn, I love your fire honey.”
Rico does not stick it in her pussy but tosses her back on the bed. He sheds the rest of his clothes and joins her. Melissa’s thong is peeled away, leaving my wife in her strappy high heels. The visual is sexy as hell. They lay side by side and enjoy each other. She strokes his cock while his hands are all over her, playing with her tits before slowly fingering her. Rico slides lower and feasts on her tits. Her back arches and she clutches his head to her chest as he licks and sucks on her pink buds. His fingers are busy between her thighs, and she’s so soaked I hear her sloshing. Watching her respond to his touch like that makes me wonder if I do anything special for her at all. Melissa is just as hot for Rico as she ever is for me.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck!” Melissa cries when he buries his face in her shaved mound.
Melissa runs her fingers through his gelled hair, finally mussing it, while she humps his face. I’ve never seen my wife in heat like this. His mouth is plastered to her, and I see his fingers working. Her body language signals it feels incredible. She’s panting and moaning his name like crazy.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck!” she wails, shaking with a wild climax. One hand holds his head in place while the other grasps the sheet beneath her like she’s trying to tear it apart.
Rico lifts his wet face from her and smiles. “Now I think you’re ready.”
“Oh god, yes please,” she pants.
Melissa pulls her legs wide apart when he moves over her, holding them behind her knees. It’s something she does to signal she’s ready. His bulk covers her, and I can barely see my wife beneath him. I pull out my cock while Rico gets in position. I want to come with them, but I don’t know if I’ll last. Melissa reaches between them. It’s so hot that she’s the one to stick it in.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, drawing out the words as he fills her.
Rico takes my wife with long, deep strokes. It’s like he knows he has to take his time stretching her out with that monster before he gives her a real pounding. She releases her legs so she can wrap them around his thick waist and urge him deeper inside her. Her arms hook behind his shoulders, holding him in place. I’ve never heard such deep, satisfied moans from her. I wish I could see more of my wife underneath this mountain of a man, but what I see is still insanely sexy. They make out while he slowly takes her and it’s so close to making love I want to scream. Everything about it looks so wrong, but I want it so badly.
“That’s what you needed, isn’t it honey?” Rico is a cocky bastard. I hate it and I love it. I love that he’s making my wife tell him how badly she needs him. It twists my gut in a vice, but it feeds my dark fantasy.
“Yeah…god yeah…”
“That pussy’s nice and tight. You haven’t had a good fucking in years, have you?”
“Oh god…” Melissa doesn’t deny it, twisting the knife in my gut.
“Time to open you up, honey.”
It’s hard to explain how I feel watching Rico give my wife the fucking of her life. The way she screams and begs him for it when he really starts laying pipe is a wonder to behold, but it’s a kick in the gut because I know I’ve never brought those sounds from her. Don’t get me wrong. I love every second of it, and I love Melissa for doing this. It pains me, but I want it with every fiber of my being. But I also wonder if I’ll ever be able to please her again after Rico’s done this to her.

    Rico uses my wife’s body like it’s his own personal fucktoy. Melissa flattens her palms on the headboard and howls as slams her. I swear his thick piston is going to drive her right through the plush hotel mattress. Rico grunts like he’s putting his all into it, and Melissa takes it like a champ. I’ve never been prouder of the woman I married.

Rico uses my wife’s body like it’s his own personal fucktoy. Melissa flattens her palms on the headboard and howls as slams her. I swear his thick piston is going to drive her right through the plush hotel mattress. Rico grunts like he’s putting his all into it, and Melissa takes it like a champ. I’ve never been prouder of the woman I married. I don’t know how many times he makes her come on her back, but by the way, she’s constantly screaming FUCK! FUCK! OHMYFUCKINGGOD! it seems like Melissa never stops coming. And then he flips her over.
“Oh my god…baby…what are you…I don’t know if I can…” Melissa babbles incoherently while her lover tosses her around.
“You can, honey. I know you can,” Rico promises, hoisting her ass into the air, while her head is buried in the pillows.
Rico holds his slick, shiny weapon out behind Melissa like he’s arming a missile. He sticks it back in her and she squishes around him. His fingers dig into her full hips, and he pulls her back onto him. The sound Melissa makes is otherworldly. He plows my wife from behind like he’s her master, and he fully claims her. Her ass jiggles like she’s twerking on his dick. I love the way it ripples when he pounds her. Melissa is sexier now in her 40s, after a couple of kids, than she was the day we met. Rico’s balls bounce off the backs of her thighs, violently slapping over and over. Melissa wails his name over and over again.
Melissa yelps when he grabs her hair, wrapping it around his fist. He jerks her head back, using her raven locks as reins to ride her. She shoves her ass back at him and their fucking looks almost painful. But this is what she loves. Melissa loves the rough treatment.
“Fuck! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my pussy deep!” she growls.
“Dammit, Melissa! You’re a fucking animal, honey!”
“Yeah! Fuck me! Use me like an animal! Oh fuck!”
Even I’m shocked by my wife’s language. She has lost her mind. It’s all about that dick for her now. I bite my fist as I come, splashing my load on the inside of the closet doors. I just can’t handle watching my wife rut like a wild animal. She’s fierce. The perfect sexual being.
“Fuck!” she screams. I’m sure the whole 15th floor hears my wife coming this one, last time. Her body goes limp, like Rico’s fucked her unconscious.
“Fucking hell, you little animal! Damn it!” Rico groans, pulling out of her grasping pussy
Melissa is like a rag doll when he flips her onto her back, but she’s not unconscious. Her eyes are shining up at him like he’s a god. She’s never been so satisfied. My heart swells with love seeing her this way. I want her to have this all the time. It might not be smart, but how I could I deny her this? Rico rears up above her and strokes his slick meat. Those huge balls tighten, and he spews his seed all over my wife’s tits. Unlike my thin, quick load, Rico shoots his essence all over my wife, thick cream blasting up past her tits and up onto her face and into her hair. I can’t describe how incredible it is watching this virtual stranger glazing my wife.
Rico leans over and finds a clean spot to kiss her cheek. “Next time I’m going to put it all up inside you, honey. I love breeding a married pussy like yours.”
The idea terrifies me. Melissa was supposed to make him wear a condom, but we both forgot about it in the heat of the moment. My wife whimpers with excitement at Rico’s suggestion. She loves it.
Rico doesn’t linger, which is a relief. I’m half afraid that I’ll be stuck in the closet all night while he takes my wife over and over again. Maybe he thinks she needs to get home to her husband. He dresses and Melissa doesn’t even get up to see him out. She just watches him with a serene, satisfied glow. She also glances over at the closet and blows me a kiss when he’s not looking.
Before he leaves, Rico leans over to kiss my wife one more time. He sinks three fingers into her when he does, and Melissa lifts her hips from the bed with a moan.
“You can’t get enough, can you honey?” Rico chuckles.
Melissa shakes her head and says, “Mmm, no…”
“Maybe I should stay.”
“No…” She doesn’t sound very convincing. I know this is for me. If it was just about her, Melissa would be pulling him back into bed.
“But you want it.”
“Yes…but no…you have to go…”
“Okay, I’ll be seeing you again, Melissa.”
“Please…”
Rico leaves and I’m out of the closet like a shot. I’m already hard again and get right on top of my wife. Melissa welcomes me with open arms and open legs. It’s probably all in my head, but she’s so wet and loose from Rico that I wonder if she can even feel me. I don’t get much friction from her well-used pussy, but I don’t need it. I love getting these sloppy seconds. I don’t even mind that I feel Rico’s cum all over her tits when I lay on her, or that I know I’m tasting his cock when I kiss her. Melissa seems shocked that I’m kissing her so enthusiastically. I already came once tonight, but I finish quickly. I don’t know if Melissa comes again. I hope that’s okay. I’m proud that I’m the only man finishing inside my wife tonight — even though I don’t have as much to give as Rico. My load is tiny the second time out. We cuddle when it’s finished, Rico’s cum like glue holding us together.
“I guess you liked it, Eli.”
“I don’t even have words.”
“But you liked it? You don’t think I’m a horrible slut?”
“I loved it, and I love you, Melissa. This was an incredible gift.”
She laughs. “I feel like I got the gift. Oh my god. He was relentless.”
“And you loved every second of it, Mel.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe how slutty I was. I’m sorry, Eli. I lost all control.”
I kiss Melissa to reassure her. “It’s what I want to see. Truly.”
“I don’t understand it, Eli. How can you be okay with seeing me like that?”
“You were pure sex, Mel. You burned bright like a star.”
“And you don’t have any problem watching me beg another man to fuck me?”
“It’s not easy,” I allow. The primal, masculine part of me screams to reject it, but the part of me wired to crave this lights up like a junkie getting a hit. I don’t know how else to describe it.”
“So, you’re like a junkie for my slutty behavior.”
We both laugh.
“You want him again, don’t you?” I ask.
“Is that bad?”
“I love watching you fuck, Mel. Sounds good to me. I don’t know if I want you having a boyfriend, though.”
It touches on a real fear. I know the danger of Melissa getting attached to another man, especially one who fucks her like Rico. I’d much rather she meets a guy, fucks him, and moves on. One and done. But that might be too slutty for her.
“He’ll never be a boyfriend. Just a fuck buddy, as long as you’re good with it.”
“I think we can come to an arrangement,” I reply, hugging her tighter. I’m still scared she’ll get attached, but I want to see her get it again so badly that I’ll go along with almost anything.
“You’re the best husband.”
“You’re the best wife.”
She falls asleep in my arms, but I lay there wondering what happens next. Will our marriage be the same after the fucking she got from Rico?


Part 3
Hotwife Submits to New Bull During Phone Sex


I’ve been texting with my newest boy toy, Taj, all day, and it has me super horny. It’s been that way for the last couple of weeks — ever since we met through an app. Even though texts, he has a commanding presence that makes me want to do whatever he asks. Demands would be a better word at this point. Taj doesn’t ask anymore. It works for me. Every time Taj tells me to do something, I get chills down my spine and can’t wait to do it — although it would be fun to disobey and accept my punishment.
Taj is a new experience for us — us being me and my husband, Eli. First of all, Taj is the first guy who knows our deal. He knows I’m married and that my husband wants me to fuck other men. I enjoyed playing the cheating wife with my other online hookups, but it is nice to have that lifted from me and play it straight. I don’t have to keep my cover story straight.
Secondly, this is the first time another man has asserted such control over me. It’s both frightening and exhilarating. The last guy I met, Rico, was a strong alpha type, but he didn’t seize power over me the way Taj has. I don’t understand how a man I’ve never met has such a grip on me, but I hop to and obey him. Eli finds my submission a huge turn-on. He’s always loved to see me play the helpless slut, but that’s always been just for him. I know he has reservations about seeing me like this with another man, but he hasn’t exercised his veto power over my boy toys. Deep down, he loves it. I just don’t think that Eli likes that he loves it.
I’ve already come once today. Taj texted me the filthiest things at work and I was dripping wet in my cubicle. He kept telling me what he was going to make me do when we finally meet. I almost came just from squeezing my thighs together. When he ordered me to go into the office bathroom and send him a sexy photo, I did it. I didn’t tell him that I locked the door before I unbuttoned my blouse and snapped a selfie of me posing in a lacy, navy-blue bra. I’m willing to be daring, but not stupid.
Taj told me I was hot, but he wanted to see more. He demanded I strip off my bra too. I almost told him no. Getting topless at work felt so much more dangerous than unbuttoning my blouse. I thought of how he might spank me if he were there, and I refused him. The fantasy gave me goosebumps, and that pushed me to do what Taj wanted. I kept glancing at the door as I unhooked my bra, even though I knew it was locked. The danger was a spike of adrenaline and I wanted nothing more than to slip a hand into my skirt and get off. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? But I behaved. Taj didn’t tell me I could come, even though he told me I was a very good girl for stripping at work.
I was finally allowed to come at the end of the workday. Taj knows when I leave for work and my phone buzzed with a text right as I got into my car in the parking garage. His message was direct and thrilling. You’ve been such a good girl I’ve decided you can come. Do it before you drive home. I want a video for proof. He knew exactly what I needed.
The hardest part was waiting until enough coworkers left for the day that I was alone on my deck of the parking garage. I hiked up my skirt enough to touch myself, but I only teased. I didn’t want to risk getting caught. I’d only been willing to jerk off Rico in a casino bar because it was late at night, I was over an hour from home, and I was pretty drunk. I could not risk getting caught masturbating in my car right outside of my office building.
When the coast was clear, I unbuttoned my blouse again and pulled my skirt up around my waist. My panties were a scrap of lace and easily slipped to the side. I held out my phone and began recording. I started by groping my breasts through my bra. I gasped and moaned when I teased my nipples through the lace of my bra. I love having my breasts teased, although it’s so much better when someone else does it. An echo in the garage made me jump and I froze with my hand squeezing my firm, round flesh. I would have felt silly if someone walked up on me then, one hand on my tit, the other holding my phone. But no one was around, and I kept going.
The fear made my heart pound, and the rush of blood went right to my throbbing pussy. I eased the power seat back and spread my legs wide. Taj would like the view. My lips were so slick with my excitement that my fingers slipped right over them. Taj had me soaked without even touching me. I needed to come so badly that my fingers trembled when I touched myself. Moans filled the interior of my car. I was tempted to talk dirty for Taj, but I was too self-conscious to do it sitting alone in my car without anyone to react.
I brought the camera in close to my pussy when I parted my dewy lips and slid my fingers up and down my furrow. My diamond wedding band featured prominently in the frame as I touched myself. When I brushed my clit, I realized this was going to be a short video. It would have been fun to tease Taj longer, but I need it too badly. I flick my little bud and my chest heaved with my gasps of pleasure.
My attention focused on my throbbing bean after that, and I came in under two minutes. It doesn’t take much when I’m that horny. My fingertips switched across my clit like windshield wipers on high in a rainstorm. I thumped my head back against the headrest and my gasps turned to sharp cries. One, two heaving cries, and I came with a sharp wail. Thank god the parking garage was empty around me. No one could have seen me through the fogged windows, but anyone walking by would have heard me. I squeezed my thighs tight together over my hand and rode the throbs of ecstasy that wracked my body. I giggled with bliss and shut off the recording. The video was sent to Taj before I drove home.
“I’m going on up to the bedroom,” I tell Eli. He knows what it means.
Eli pauses whatever online game he’s playing and looks around his monitor at me. I’ve changed into a shortie nightgown I wear on hot nights without the air conditioning turned on. It’s so short it might as well be a t-shirt, but it does cover my butt when I’m standing still. My husband’s gaze sweeps my toned, exposed legs and I know he’s tempted to abandon his game and ravish me. He’s welcome to join me in the bedroom, but he’ll have to be a spectator before he can have me. I see him weighing his options. Eli likes to come in and listen to me play on the phone, but as I said, he has mixed feelings about the way I play with Taj. He makes his decision.
“Have fun, babe,” he says.
I’m bothered he doesn’t want to come up. I like performing for him. But part of me is relieved. I feel like I’ll be able to fully cut loose with Taj if Eli isn’t there. And if my husband doesn’t come up at some point to take care of me, I’ll come downstairs and fuck him right at his computer. I pause at the bedroom door upstairs. I should lock it behind me, given what I’m doing, but I want Eli to be able to come in if he chooses. I risk leaving it unlocked. The kids are in bed, and I shouldn’t be disturbed. They know to knock anyway. They’ve become more sensitive about that as they’ve discovered they like privacy too.
We keep a box under the bed with our toys. I shove it as far back as I can and have an old blanket thrown over it in hopes of camouflaging it from nosy kids. Nothing’s been disturbed so far, but our son is getting to the age where I expect him to go snooping to find out who his parents really are. He’d better not look too hard, or he’ll be shocked as hell by what he finds. I select one of my favorite toys from the box. It’s a long, thick vibrator sculpted with incredibly lifelike detail. I was dubious when Eli first presented it to me — he selects all of our toys — but I’ve grown to love it. I also take out our red leather scourge, just in case I need to be punished.
My chest is tight, and I force a deep breath as I stare down at my phone. I always have this moment of hesitation before I call a guy, but it’s even worse for Taj because of the hold he has on me. I wonder if I’ll ever lose the feeling that I’m doing something wrong when I call another man. I slip in my earbuds, settle onto the bed, and dial.
“Right on time,” Taj purrs into the phone. His voice is resonant and smooth. It makes me feel decadent, like I’m being dipped in chocolate.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Doubt that could happen, Melissa. You’re too hot.”
“You haven’t seen me in person yet. Girls send their best possible pictures, you know that.”
“I’m not just talking about your body, Melissa. That’s hot, but I’m talking about you. Your attitude. Your mind. Women like you are truly rare. You embrace your sensual side, and you have no boundaries.”
“That makes me sound like I should be a porn star.” I laugh.
“You’d make a ton of money if you wanted to do OnlyFans.”
“I doubt anyone wants to see that, Taj. Besides, I could never.”
“Don’t discount yourself, Melissa. You’d be a superstar if you wanted to expose yourself like that.” His voice lowers an octave, giving me chills when he adds, “You just need the proper guidance.”
“Mmm, and you think you’re the man for the job?”
“As long as your husband lets me.”
Taj is very good. He’s been a bull for other couples, and he gets the deal. He enjoys exercising control over me, but he knows he’s in second position to Eli. Taj needs to get what he wants too, but he knows his role is to make our hotwife fantasies come true. He’s been doing amazing so far.
“Is he there?” Taj asks.
“No, he’s still downstairs. You have me all to yourself.”
“Just how I like it. Your video from the car was incredible.”
“Thank you. Did it make you come?”
“I would have sent you proof of it if I had.”
Taj likes to send me short videos of him coming while he looks at the pictures I send him. It should be creepy, but I love seeing his big cock coming and knowing it’s for me. I crave feeling it in person. It needs to happen. Taj says soon. He wants me to be ready.
“I love hearing you come, Melissa. It’s a symphony for me.”
“I had to come. You made me so wet today. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
Taj chuckles. “You liked stripping at the office, didn’t you?”
“It was scary.”
“That’s why you liked it.”
“I did it because you told me to.”
“You follow orders so well, Melissa.”
“Thank you, sir. But it has to be the right person giving them.”
Taj has never told me to call him sir. I just slip into it sometimes. He likes it, and I like pleasing him. Our conversation already has my pussy buzzing and I want to touch it, but Taj hasn’t told me I can yet.
“Do you like it when I give you orders, Melissa?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Just a little nightie,” I reply, twisting the hem with my fingers.
“That needs to come off. I want you nude.”
“You always want me nude,” I faux whine. I’ve found that as I become more submissive, I act more childish.
“Because you look so good naked. Snap a photo and send it to me, Melissa.”
I strip away my nightie and pick up my phone. I hold it high above me, find the right pose, and snap a photo, which I promptly text to Taj. My boobs are pushed together, my hips at the perfect angle, with my legs parted just enough to show him my smoothly shaved mound. Hard to believe that 9 months ago I was nervous about even sending a topless photo to these men I meet online. I was so afraid they’d pick out some identifying mark. I’m still careful to keep from showing my face in nudes, but Taj has seen my face in clothed photos.
“I love how plump your nipples are, baby,” he purrs.
“Mmm, you make them that way. Everything throbs when I think about you.”
“You’re touching them, aren’t you?”
“I could be.”
I am touching myself, but just tracing my fingers over my belly. The light touch is nice, but I wish someone else was doing it. It would be wild if Eli were here, and Taj told him what to do to me — like a threesome — but I know my husband wouldn’t go for that.
“Tell me what you like, Melissa. Touch them and tell me what you’re doing.”
I hiss when my pink-painted nails draw over my breasts. It gives me goosebumps everywhere. I tease myself just the way I like a man to do it. Fingertips circle my puffy, pink buds, making them stand at attention. They pulse with delicious anticipation — pulsing right down to my pussy. I love that anticipation when a man does it because I never know when the teasing will end.
“I’m teasing myself, going all around my nipple, but not touching it. I wish you were here to touch me, Taj.”
“Soon, baby. I want you ready to do anything when we meet.”
“Mmm, I’m there. I need to feel you.”
“Touch your tits, Melissa. Take what you need.”
“Ahh…yes…”
I deeply massage my breasts with both hands and pinch my nipples when they stand up. I pinch them just a little too hard and whimper when it hurts. It’s how I imagine Taj would touch me. He moans on the other end of the line, encouraging me. My nipples swell and I ache, moaning when I flick them. It’s almost more than I can stand.
“Love hearing you moan, baby…so sexy…massage those tits. Imagine it’s my big hands squeezing them, my mouth sucking those nipples. I want to taste you so badly, Melissa.”
“Ahh…yes…I need it, sir…”
“I’d tease you until you begged…”
“Yes…please…suck them, sir…tease me, daddy…”
If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have stopped cold at the daddy. I don’t know how that slipped out. We’ve never gone there in our phone games. I haven’t gone there in years. I had an ex who was really into age play, which gave always turned me on but left me feeling all twisty inside. I’m not really thinking of my dad — or any real father — but it’s about the power and the surrender. Daddy is the ultimate authority figure. I haven’t gone there with anyone else, but it feels right with Taj. He picks it right up without missing a beat like he was waiting for me to go there.
“You need daddy to take care of you, sweetie?”
“Yes…oh please daddy…”
“Want daddy to suck your titties?”
“Ahh…please…yes…daddy please…”
I am drenched. I feel the wetness on my thighs as I squeeze them together. Teasing my boobs can get me so close to coming, but this is ridiculous. I’ve never felt such a surge of forbidden energy. I need to be fucked and eye the toy on the bed beside me but keep torturing my tits because daddy hasn’t told me to stop.
“Tell me what you need, sweetie.”
“I need you, daddy. I need your dick inside me,” I moan.
“How bad do you need it, Melissa?”
“I’d do anything, daddy.”
“You’ll do anything daddy wants?”
“Anything,” I plead.
“Which toy do you have, Melissa?”
“Mmm, the big one. My favorite.”
“You want it to be mine cock, don’t you?”
“Yeah…god yeah…yours is bigger…if you were here…
Taj hasn’t bombarded me with dick pix, but I’ve seen it enough to know he’s got a nice, thick cock. I have no doubt he knows what to do with it. That’s where he gets his amazing confidence from. As I said, I especially love watching him come and seeing that thing pulse its load out for me. I lick my lips when I see it.
“What if I was there, sweetie?”
“I’d fuck you so good, daddy. You could do anything you wanted to me. Put it anywhere.”
“Anywhere, Melissa?”
“Anywhere, daddy. Just give it to me. Please.”
“Grab that thing, Melissa. Stuff if in that needy pussy. Do it now!”

    Taj commands me so forcefully I almost climax before I’ve even touched my pussy. Usually, I turn on the vibrator and buzz it around my lips and tease myself before I work it into my canal. It’s pretty big, as I said. But Taj ordered me to put shove it into my slit and that’s exactly what I do. I fit the head to my hole and slide the thick toy right up inside me, crying out.

Taj commands me so forcefully I almost climax before I’ve even touched my pussy. Usually, I turn on the vibrator and buzz it around my lips and tease myself before I work it into my canal. It’s pretty big, as I said. But Taj ordered me to put shove it into my slit and that’s exactly what I do. I fit the head to my hole and slide the thick toy right up inside me, crying out.
I hear and feel myself squish around it. I’m thinking of Taj and how he would just shove his powerful meat into my pussy like this. I clench around the toy, pinning it inside me while imagining it’s my lover. Shocks of pleasure rock my body every time I shift the toy.
“Feels good, doesn’t it sweetie?” His voice is husky. Taj likes hearing me pleasure myself.
“I need the real thing, daddy,” I whine.
“But your toy has special tricks.”
“I want your dick, daddy.”
“What if I told you I’d come over right now?”
I’m so tempted to beg him to do it. Yes, I could go downstairs and fuck my husband and get the dick I need that way — and I will-but right now I’m all about daddy and I want his thick meat inside me, stretching me out.
“Mmm, I wish you could come over, daddy. I need it so bad.”
“You’ll get it soon enough, sweetie. Right now, I want you to turn that thing on.”
“Ahh…yes…” I exclaim when I press the button on the base. I take the toy right up to medium, which is about all I can stand. It’s a powerful sex toy.
“There you go. You’re going to come for me, Melissa.”
“Yeah,” I whimper.
“What if I made you wait?”
“Oh god…please no. I’ve been good, daddy. Please let me come.”
“Fuck your pussy with that toy, but you’d better not come without my permission, Melissa.” His tone is stern, and I love it.
I work the toy in and out of me slowly because I know I’ll climax in two seconds if I really go to town. My pussy is on fire. God, I need to come! I’ve felt it all day. The orgasm in my car was not nearly enough to satisfy me. I just might disobey my daddy and make myself come. It’s not like he can actually do anything to me. He’s not here.
“Harder, Melissa. Fuck that pussy good.”
“Ahh…yeah…yes…”
I don’t refuse my daddy. I grip the base tightly and pound the fake cock into my pussy. I feel the vibrations all the way up my arm. It feels so good even my brain is throbbing. I need to come!
“Daddy please…please let me come daddy…I need it so bad…”
“No. Fuck that pussy, but you cannot come. Do you understand me, Melissa?”
“Yes…oh god yes…” I whine.
“Don’t you come, Melissa,” he growls.
“But daddy…”
I’m moaning and panting so hard I barely get the words out. The more daddy commands me to deny my orgasm, the closer I get to it. I look for any distraction to keep myself from coming. I can’t just think of baseball like a guy would, so I glance around the room for something to focus on, and that’s when I see that I’m not alone. Eli is leaning against the wall beside the door, watching me.
Our bedroom is small. I don’t know how I didn’t see him come in, but I have been a little distracted. I feel I should stop. I shouldn’t let my husband see me like this, begging another man to come — calling him daddy. Oh god, what does Eli think of hearing that? I can’t read him. My brain is scrambled, and he is flushed with excitement. Whatever else he thinks, Eli likes watching me shamelessly fuck myself with that toy. I stare back at him helplessly, eyes pleading with him to forgive me for my slutty behavior. I know this is over the line — even if Eli does get off on it.
My husband watching is too much. Taj is in my ear, telling me I’d better not come, but it doesn’t matter. The orgasm rips through me like a forest fire, devouring my resistance. Every bit of me is seared with pleasure. I turn my face into the pillow because if I scream the way I need to, I’ll surely wake the kids.
“Ohh…oh god…ahhh…god…ahhh” I wail into the pillow.
I pull my legs up to my chest, squeezing them together and pinning the buzzing toy inside me. I kept it there until I can’t stand it. I don’t even turn the thing off when it drops to the bed. I lay there on the sheets, buzzing away. It’s so loud when it’s not inside me. Eli crosses the room and grabs the toy, shutting it off. He’s also undressing. I sob with relief when I see how hard he is. My husband is going to fuck me! I want to shout for joy! I just came very hard, but I still need a dick.
“You let yourself come, didn’t you Melissa?” Taj sounds angry.
“Yes, sorry daddy,” I say, between pants. I say it staring at Eli to try and read his reaction. I don’t know if that’s anger or mad lust I see in his eyes.
“I think you want to be punished,” Taj says.
“Maybe,” I confess, voice still husky from my orgasm.
“You need to be spanked.”
“But you’re not here, daddy.”
“You’ll have to do it for me.”
I stare at my husband, watching his reaction as I submit to my daddy. He looks like he doesn’t know what to think. An idea forms.
“I’m not alone. My husband just came in. Maybe he should punish me.”
“I’m sure he wants to. You’ve been such a dirty slut, Melissa.”
“Mmm, I have. You men love it when I’m dirty. You and my husband.”
“Tell Eli I’d like him to give you 5 swats for being so dirty. If he’s into it.”
I bat my eyes at Eli and bite my bottom lip, playing my role as sweetie to the hilt. Eli must be confused on some level. He can only hear my side of the conversation. He likes what he sees. His cock is literally dripping with excitement.
“Daddy says I’ve been a dirty slut and I need to be punished. Will you punish me?”
“He’s your daddy?” Eli asks, voice gravelly like he has trouble finding it.
“You can both be my daddies if you like that. I’d love to have two daddies.”
Eli spies the red leather scourge on the bed. He only hesitates for a moment before taking it in his hand. The handle is thick braided leather and has thin strips of leather hanging from it. The toy is also called a cat o’ nine tails. He rarely uses it on me, and when he does, it’s never hard. I’m more into being punished than he is into doing it. As I said, my husband likes it when I’m submissive, but he’s not into causing pain.
“Roll over,” Eli commands.
I roll onto my tummy and lift my butt into the air. It feels so vulnerable, and even though I just came, my pussy is throbbing from it. Eli dangles the scourge above me, letting the loose strands tickle my round ass. I squirm. He loves the teasing part. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation. I’m enjoying the tease so much that it’s startling when Eli swats me. It cracks loudly in the quiet bedroom, and I yelp from the sharp sting.
“He’s doing it, isn’t he?” Taj asks over the phone.
“Yeah,” I whimper.
“Count them for daddy.”
“One…”
“You’re such a slut you need two daddies?” Eli asks.
“Yes, daddy.”
Swat!
“Ahh…two…” This one is much harder, not like he usually spanks me.
“I’m so fucking hard hearing you be disciplined like the slut you are. I’m stroking my cock and picturing it, Melissa.” Taj’s voice is husky. I know he’s telling the truth.
Eli swats me again, even harder. My ass is stinging and hot. My instinct is to recoil from the pain, but I stay in place. I feel my pussy dripping onto the sheets below me.
“Three…”
“You need this to remind you who owns that pussy,” Eli growls. This isn’t the husband I know.
Swat!
“AHH! Four!”
“Fuck, getting so close, Melissa. If I was there, I’d shoot it all over my face,” Taj moans.
“Ohh god…”
SWAT!
It’s the hardest one yet, and I scream into the mattress, hoping it muffled me enough. My ass is on fire and I’m whimpering. I squirm all over the place like it will help. I’m pressing my thighs together to enhance the throbbing between them. They’re slick from my excitement, which drips from my fruit like I’m squeezing a lemon.
“Five,” I whine between clenched teeth.
“Fuck…Melissa…” Taj groans. He doesn’t have to tell me. I know he’s coming. It almost makes me come too.
“Oh god, baby. Taj just came hearing me. He wants to fuck me so bad…” I moan. It’s for my husband, but I hope it also turns on Taj.
“Tell Eli he should use you like the slut you are. Tell him to fuck your mouth,” Taj breathlessly replies.
“Taj says to fuck my mouth, baby. Use me like a slut.”
Eli doesn’t need to be told to use me. I’m surprised he’s held out this long. I guess he wanted to fully enjoy the experience. He rolls me onto my back. My ass is so sore even our soft sheets hurt, but the stinging makes my pussy burn. He crawls onto the bed and kneels beside my head. It’s awkward, but Eli figures it out and turns my head, lifting it. He smears his excitement all over my lips before pushing his cock into my mouth.
I love giving head because I like pleasing my man, and I like having him in the palm of my hand — so to speak. But Eli is fully in charge. He’s forceful in a way I’ve never seen. He allows me to suck his cock for a minute or two, and I suck like I’m starving for him. But then he can’t help himself and starts thrusting. Eli holds the back of my head and fucks my mouth with the fury of a man who just caught his wife having phone sex with another guy. I make wild choking sounds and struggle to breathe, but he won’t slow down.
“That sounds so fucking hot, Melissa. Daddy loves hearing your mouth get fucked,” Taj moans into the phone. It makes my pussy throb harder.
Eli stops moving, holding his cock in my throat. I think he’s trying to make me pass out. I keep sucking, determined to prove I can last as long as he can. But he has another idea. He stretches down and grabs my toy. Eli fits it to my slit and shoves it inside me. I howl into his cock, taking the last of my air and making me dizzy.
I only have a moment to catch my breath before Eli starts fully using my body. He had to pull his dick back from my throat to figure out how to stretch and do two things at once, but he figures it out, and Eli gives me what I so desperately need. My amazing husband holds my head and fucks my mouth at one end and pummels my pussy with that thick sex toy at the other. Now it really is like I’m having a threesome.
“This is what you really want, isn’t Mel? Two dicks pounding you…being used like the slut you are!”
I’d scream yes, but I’m too busy gagging on my husband’s cock. He keeps saying dirty, sexy things, while Taj keeps telling me what I good slut I am. It’s just too much and my brain detaches. I start coming and it feels like I’ll never stop. My entire body is one big, throbbing climax.
Eli comes somewhere in there too. I choke on it and spit it up because I’m in no state to swallow. I’m a filthy mess. He finishes on my face, just like Taj promised he would. He even wipes his cock across my cheek when he’s done, to make sure I get every last drop. Eli slumps to sit beside me on the bed, and the toy slips right out of my canal when he lets go. My body is left vibrating like I’m experiencing my own personal, never-ending earthquake.
Taj graciously jumps off the phone, promising to send me a video of his orgasm. He knows I need time with my husband. Still, I can’t wait to see the video of his big cock exploding. I cuddle into Eli, and he holds me tight like we didn’t just have the weirdest sexual encounter of our marriage.
“I’m sorry if that was too much,” I say. “You know I love you, right? It really is all about you for me.”
“I don’t think that was all about me, but that’s okay. This hotwife thing needs to be for you too. You need to get what you want out of it, Mel.”
“I got it tonight.” Now that he’s alleviated my fear, I can’t stop smiling. “Are you really okay with all that, though? I understand if it’s weird for you seeing me calling another man daddy.”
“It’s kind of weird to hear you doing it at all. I didn’t know you were into that.”
“It just sort of popped out while Taj and I were playing, but it really turned me on.”
“Turned me on, too. We’ll have to explore that.”
“Mmm, sounds like fun. Are you good with Taj being my daddy too?”
“Not gonna lie. Feels a little weird, but it’s cool if you get off on it. I’ll let you know if it gets too weird for me.”
“God, I love you so much, Eli. I am the luckiest girl in the world.”
Eli squeezes and kisses me. “No, I’m the luckiest. You’ve accepted my crazy kink and ran with it. You’re incredible. I know how rare it is to have such an insanely sexy, hot wife.”
“You mean hotwife, right?”
“I mean both.”
Eli is an incredible husband. I can’t wait to see what happens next for us.
