A while back, my husband wrote a story, Ode to a Hot Wife, about some of the sexual adventures we've had, and how he encouraged me to be in touch with my not so inner slut. As good a job as he did, I wanted to tell my side.
To begin with, I am a slut. I love cock. Ever since the first time I had sex when I was in high school, I loved it. I love the feeling of the fat head of a dick opening my labia, I love the feel of it slowly pushing up my pussy, I love the way it feels when it's fully inside me, stretching me, poking into the entrance to my womb. I love a big, hairy man on top of me, his cock pushed up inside me, his hairy chest on my tits, the hair around his cock and balls pressed into my never trimmed bush. I love the feel of a heavy pair of balls resting on my ass, and the way they pull tight to me when my guy cums. And I love the feeling of a guy's cock stiffening and pulsing as he blasts rope after rope of his hot seed into me, flooding my cunt til it's overflowing, then spilling out of me when he pulls out.
Honey, I'm so lucky to have found you. You have never discouraged me from taking on a sexual encounter, as long as I felt comfortable with it. But you knew from the beginning what I was all about-after all, our first time was when I was still married to my first husband-and married me anyway. I can't tell you what that means to me, to have the freedom to engage in all the recreational sex I want, with your blessing, and that you will love me not only in spite of it, but because of it. For as much as I get to play, there is one thing that is always true: no matter what I get up to, it's all for fun. In the end, no matter how good the sex is, no matter how cute or hot the guy is, you have been, and always will be, the man I come home to, because you always, always, always, have my heart.
The spark was, like it is for so many couples, just the luck of both of us being at the same place at the same time, finding ourselves alone with some free time. You had been working for the company we are employed at for about six months when I hired on. I'm something of a flirt, which you picked up on right away. Even without the flirtiness, we got along very well right from the start. You were sweet. You knew I was married, and despite the obvious attraction, you respected that. The sad thing is, my flirtiness is often mistaken for being easy, and rumors soon started to swirl. While it's true that I can be easy, I'm also not going to reward those who disrespect me, and especially not blatant attempts to get into my panties. You never did. You were always courteous and were a huge help to me learning the job and its many details.
So it was one night, when we both worked the night shift, that we found ourselves at an all night diner with some of our colleagues. Our conversation flowed easily, and I found I was becoming really attracted to you. When we finished up, the conversation moved to the parking lot. You, by pure chance, had parked next to me. As our coworkers gradually left, we found ourselves alone. At the end, we were saying our goodbyes, and you leaned to me, pulling me into a hug, and kissed me. At first I was taken aback, since you had shown no inclination to hit on me til that point. Then I felt the passion in your kiss. I was blown away by the intensity, and I quickly found myself kissing you back just as aggressively. It was like I was drawn into you. I have kissed, and been kissed, many, many times over the years, but this was in a league all its own. It was like our souls were melding through our lips, right there in the diner parking lot.
After what seemed like an eternity, we broke apart, both of us out of breath. All we could do was look at each other. I was stunned. I remember saying something like, "I think I have to go now," to which you responded by squeezing my hand, and you said something like, "OK, I'll see you tomorrow." though the look in your eyes said, "I want you tonight!!"
I did too, and I don't remember a thing about driving home that night. I do remember thinking that I could not wait to see you the next day. Our first love making encounter-and it was exactly that, love making; I have never been made love to so thoroughly as you did to me that first time, several weeks later. I've heard that referred to as being "love fucked," and that's exactly how I felt after our first time together, something I've never felt with anyone else. You had moved to a day shift with a weekday off; I was covering vacations and days off for more senior workers, which was an odd schedule that sometimes left me time during the day when I covered one of the guys who worked split shifts. I had decided by then that I wanted to sample what you had to offer. If your kiss was that intense, I could only imagine what having you full on would be like. So I watched your schedule and made a plan.
I knew there were days you worked split shifts, a few hours in the morning, followed by another stint in the afternoon. I knew you'd be home by maybe 10 AM on a day where it was kind of gloomy, and you'd probably go home for a nap. I took a chance and went to your house, a big ranch style home out in a more rural part of our area. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I drove up the road, and saw your Blazer in the driveway. You saw me pull into your driveway, and were already coming down the steps to greet me when I pulled to a stop.
We went inside, and sat in your living room, chatting a little over, who knows, I don't remember now. I heard a washer stop spinning downstairs, and you excused yourself to go move the laundry to the dryer. 'This is my chance,' I thought. While you were downstairs, only a couple of minutes, I stripped out of my work uniform, and was down to my bra and panties when you came back up. The look on your face was priceless. You didn't say a word, just came up to me and held out your hand, taking mine. You pulled me up from the sofa, and kissed me. If I had any thought your kiss that night at the diner was a fluke, it was dispelled by the kiss you gave me as I stood. As you pulled away from me, I was still out of breath. You led me to your bedroom, and we picked up right where your kiss left off.
For the next hour and a half, you made love to me every way possible. You went down on me like no one ever has, til finally I came all over your face as I sat atop you. It was funny in a way, as you were not quite ready for the way my pussy floods when I cum, and you said you almost drowned in my pussy juice, coughing as I soaked you. You recovered, and we 69'd for a while, then we got down to the main event, and you ravaged me with your cock for 45 minutes in every position-you on top, me on top, cowgirl, and facing away, facing each other with me sitting on your cock as we kissed; doggy style, you behind me lying on the bed, and on it went. I had to have cum at least four or five times til finally you were ready.
You were sweet, asking me where I wanted to be when you came. I remember kissing you, then getting up off the bed. I turned and faced the headboard, putting my hands up on it, my back to you. I spread my legs, presenting my already well fucked pussy to you. You moved in right away, pushing your cock into the entrance to my vagina, but first playing on my clit, making me start and smile. I turned to look at you, and you kissed me. While we kissed, I felt your cock go deep in me, pushing at the entrance to my womb. I knew you were going to blast me with your seed very soon.
