"Sure, anything for my beautiful wife."
Walking to the door, I turned to look at her. I loved to see her in stockings, held up by suspenders and those sexy mules.
"You are gorgeous," I said and left the kitchen.
After dinner, we cleaned up and settled on the couch. I was going to turn the TV on, but I changed my mind, and instead, I softly kissed her, nibbling her lips. I felt fingers on my cage, and I began to get hard, my cock straining against its restraint. My hand found her breast gently squeezing, kneading it, and I played with her nipple.
"So, tell me about your weekend, Baby," I said, biting her ear.
"Get down between my legs and lick my pussy," she replied.
I did what she told me, getting on my hands and knees kissed her inner thighs and pussy. She put her hand on my head, messing up my hair.
"Good boy. So you want to hear what your slut hotwife did on the weekend?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Then eat my pussy while I will tell you about it."
"Yes, mistress," I said, unsure why I used the word.
"Well, arriving at the airport, I saw Jim standing in the crowd, his eyes scanning the flow of people entering the arrival lounge. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and our lips melted into each other. I felt his arms closing around me, holding me tight. We kissed for an endless time, and he told me he missed me, to which I replied, I missed him too. We walked to his car hand in hand, and I felt I was his wife for the weekend, so to speak."
Her words made my stomach sink into the pit, and I could feel the ugly head of jealousy rising in my soul once more. She noticed I stopped licking her clit and pushed my head deeper into her pussy.
"Eat my pussy, or I'll stop telling you about my weekend."
"Mmmmhmmm."
"While sitting in the front seat, Jim reached behind my seat and produced a red rose, saying how happy he was I had come again.
Once at home, we sat on the couch, catching up while sipping wine. Jim told me he laid some clothes on the bed and asked if I would wear them that night. I said yes without seeing what they were and left him to shower before changing. Entering the bedroom, I wondered why I was not even surprised, seeing what he wanted me to wear. There, they were laid out neatly on the bed, a pair of Cuban heeled nylon stockings, black suspenders and black stiletto pumps. The heels were so high I pondered how anyone could even stand in them, not to mention walking, but all it took was five minutes before I felt confident walking in them.
I also noticed something neatly folded in tissue paper next to the heels. Picking it up, I realised it was a tiny little maid uniform. When I walked into the living room, I heard Jim calling me from the dining room. It took a second to realise why the outfit, seeing the table set for a card game. Jim told me he invited over a couple of guys for a poker game and asked me to be the hostess. My pussy dampened hearing his plans for the night, and I told him I would be happy. Looking at the setup, I knew he had invited three people. He showed me where everything was, even where I should sit when I just watched the game, then asked me to turn around, and he fastened a lace collar around my neck. I had not known then, only found out later there was an inscription woven into it that said, sexy.
The doorbell rang, and Jim asked if I would let the guest in. I opened the front door, and a short, chubby man stood before me. His eyes did not know where to look, and he was in shock, seeing how I looked. I introduced myself as the hostess for the night, took his arm, and walked him to the dining room. He introduced himself, saying his name was George.
Soon, the bell sounded again, and I opened the door. Then it was my time to be shocked, seeing Leo standing at the door. He walked in and tried to kiss me, but I pulled away and told him I was the hostess for the night. I took his arm and led him into the dining room as well. He took his place, and I got two beers from the fridge. The aim was to keep their glasses topped up but never fill them more than half full, so I would have to continually busy myself around them. I did that by pouring some beer into each of their glasses.
The doorbell rang again, and this time, when I opened the door, a mountain of a man stood before me, so tall my eyes were only looking at his chest, even in those exceedingly high heels. He was well built, the type of man you want on your side in a dark alley. Even so, he was lost for words seeing me. I took his arm, felt so small walking beside him and led him to the dining room. He said his name was Jeff. He found his seat, and I poured the rest of the second bottle into his glass. I told them I was Mia, their hostess for the night, and to enjoy their game. I watched as they dealt their first hand while sitting on a bar stool with my legs crossed.
I noticed they had difficulty focusing on their hands while trying to steal glimpses of me. Feeling naughty, I wanted to tease them by letting my heel dangle on my toes, uncrossing my legs, and crossing them the other way all night long. And when I noticed the glasses were almost empty, I hopped off the chair to fetch more beer from the kitchen. Glancing back from the doorway, I saw all their eyes were on me instead of the game.
With beer in hand, I walked to Jim, and with my hand on his shoulder, I poured some into his glass. He looked at me and said, thank you, sexy. Calling me sexy in front of the guys made my pussy tingle. I walked around him to George and topped up his glass. He glanced at me, smiling and thanked me. Next, it was Leo's. He looked at me with a smirk and repeated what Jim had said. That encouraged Jeff to do the same, and for the rest of the night, they all addressed me as sexy. Being called sexy by all four men kept my pussy on the boil. That was how far they had all gone during the game, but their eyes were eating me up, and I loved it.
Late into the night, Jim said it was the last hand. I did not know what came over me, but I told them to wait. They all looked at me, and I told them to put their money away, offering to suck the winner's cock instead. They all smiled broadly and looked at Jim. He agreed, and the game began. As I watched them play, I realised if Leo won, I would have to suck his cock, breaking my own words never to have sex with him again.
I could tell that none of them wanted to quit, but in the end, there could only be one winner, and that winner was George. He was smiling like a child who found himself in the lolly shop, but in this case, he was my lolly. I sighed in relief because it wasn't Leo, as I told George to put his chair close to the wall at a slight angle and stand in front of it. I wanted the rest of them to watch me, watch us. He did as I had asked, and kneeling before him, I tugged his pants and boxers to his ankles. Seeing his cock, my eyes opened wide, and pussy tingled. He had a decent size cock with a huge mushroom head, even when semi-hard.
I told him to sit and spread his legs wide. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it. It grew, and as it grew, I noticed it was the cockhead that grew in size while the shaft only stiffened, making me salivate while my pussy quivered. As it grew in my hand, the mushroom head became purple while the skin over it stretched and shone. With trembling lips, I kissed his pee hole, which made him take a sharp breath. I swirled my tongue around the head, then took it into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the shaft as my tongue swirled around his bulbous head. I sucked him, licked him, and did all the things I knew how to do to a cock. I heard him say, 'You love George's cock, don't you, sexy?' I did not reply, but I could feel my pussy was on fire.
I stood up, spread my legs and straddled him feeling his cock pressing on my fuckhole. I put my hands on his round, soft belly and slowly lowered myself onto his shaft while looking into his eyes. He was opening me up wide, stretching my cunt and as the mushroom head slowly slipped in, I felt my pussy close around it. I took him all the way in until my cunt was filled with that gorgeous cockhead on a stick. I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck, forced my tongue into his mouth and pashed him feverishly.
I broke the kiss and started to ride him, lifting myself up, then sliding down on the gorgeous cockhead as it tickled all the right places. Soon I was approaching orgasm, so I impaled myself on him and kissed him again cause I was not ready to cum yet. I wanted more. After breaking the kiss, I rode George hard and wild until I came, screaming I was cumming on his gorgeous cock, legs trembling, and I became weak. Just then, I could feel his body stiffen, his cock grew even more in my cunt, and he grunted as he was cumming. I collapsed on him, and we kissed passionately.
The cheering of the guys brought me back to the room. I looked around, and I saw they all had their cocks out, and they all came to our little show. I got off George's lap and straightened myself out as much as possible, asking the guys if anyone wanted more beer. They all said no, they had better go. I accompanied them to the front door, kissed their cheeks, and said goodbye. George was the last one to leave, and while grabbing his arm, I pulled him back, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him amorously, telling him he had a gorgeous cock that I would like to fuck again. He smiled and told me anytime sexy.
Jim watched us, and after closing the door behind George, he took my hand, leading me to our bed. Laying in bed, I felt his lips on me, but I was too exhausted and drifted off to sleep... Oh.., oh.., oh.., yes, eat my cunt, cuck. Make me cum, make your hotwife cum," Mia wailed as she began to tremble and shake while an orgasm took over her body.
"You have done a good job on my pussy, making me cum so hard. Let's go to bed and hold me tight, Babe."
I got up, feeling my jaws tired and sore while my cock was dripping with pre-cum that she noticed and scooped up with her fingers, licking them off. I helped her up, and we curled up in bed.
The next few days were busy, and she did not tell me more about her weekend. It was Friday afternoon when she sent me a text asking me to meet her at Joe's. I knew the place, had been there a couple of times, and it was one of our favourite places to play the pickup game. I wondered if she wanted to play. We had not played since we were at Moo's, and that did not quite happen the way we usually had played. I headed to Joe's after work but did not have to rush as it wasn't far from my office. I was early, got a drink, and found a small boot in the back with a great view of the bar. It was not too busy yet, with a few patrons and a few hookers looking for business. I politely denied their offers.
I saw the front door swing open, and Mia walked in. My first reaction was, 'Wow'. She had on a crop top, just big enough to cover her breasts, obviously no bra, and a tight mini skirt that did not even come down to mid-thigh and had a split over her right thigh. Her legs were clad in black fishnet stockings while she wore her highest black pumps on her feet. Her lips were ruby red, her hair mussed. I watched her walk to the bar, taking a seat, talk to the bartender and then sip on a drink. I did not think she had seen me yet, but I could have been wrong. A tall man approached her, then walked away, showing disappointment. I did not have to wait long before an older man sat beside her. This was my cue, so I got up and walked to her.
