As I pulled back into my driveway, a smile crossed my face.  I was almost giddy to be home, bubbling over with excitement from my hotwife date.  I had called my husband when I got in the car to come home, but our conversation was brief, as we wanted to share the details together.  And now I was home to do just that.  As I stepped out of the car, my husband didn’t let me get a word out before he enveloped my mouth in his.  His strong arms pulled me close and wrapped around my little waist, letting me feel his desire.  

“How was it?” he whispered into my lips.  “Incredible,” I panted back.  “Show me.”  My husband took my hand and led me straight to our room.  The lamp was already on casting sultry shadows over the bed.  I walked that way but my husband pulled me back to him.  His hands held my waist and traced down to my ass, squeezing it from outside of my dress.  He kissed me deeply and said, “you taste like him.”  I couldn’t help but smile.  

Taking a hold of my dress, my husband began to lift up the hem, higher and higher until he pulled it from my body.  Since I had left my panties for Pierre, I stood there, completely exposed, reveling in the gaze of my husband.  His eyes were hungry for me.  I felt my own pulse quicken at the touch of his fingers on my hips.  Lowering me to the bed, he scooted me up toward the pillows, letting my head rest against them as his hands began their work to reclaim my body.  

He lay next to me and pulled me to him, kissing my neck as he held me.  “Tell me about tonight,” his words were hot against my skin.  I smiled and started at the beginning.  Cocktails at the hotel.  A flirty dinner.  Sexually charged uber ride to his hotel.  I halted as my husband kissed me as his hand wandered across my breasts.  My nipples hardened between his fingers as he gently tugged them.  I could feel his cock pressed against my hip.  He was thick as I reached out to rub against him, running the length of his harness in slow, smooth strokes. 

He breathed heavily and I could tell he was torn between wanting to hear about the rest of the night and wanting to reclaim my body.  He slowly slid off his boxers and I gripped his warmth to stroke gently.  Biting my lip to stay focused, I continued on with my adventure.  Arriving back at Pierre’s hotel.  The offer to go upstairs.  Slipping my panties off.  His fingers in my mouth.  My lips around his cock.  Riding him hard.  Deep.  Explosions…

My husband’s cock was a rock in my hand.  I throbbed between my legs for him.  He shifted slightly and I felt my knees part as he spread my legs, working his strong grip up my inner thighs.  His mouth trailed behind his hands, kissing slowly, letting me writhe in anticipation.  “So then, you had fun tonight?” he asked against my thighs.  “Yes,” I moaned, tilting my hips toward his mouth.  “Good.”  And with that, his tongue plunged into my pussy, giving my body what I so desired.

I held his shoulders and scratched my nails against his skin, pulling him harder against my pulsing clit.  My head pressed back into the pillows; my hair becoming a tangled mess around me.  I closed my eyes and felt every stroke of my husband’s tongue against my pussy.  He took his time to devour me, tasting my wetness as I grew closer to orgasm.  Slipping a finger in me, he pushed me over the edge.  “I’m going to cum in your mouth like that,” I moaned.  “Good, I want to taste what he tasted tonight.”  My body shook.  He held my hip with his free hand as he worked my orgasm to completion.  

Giving me a smile, he was pleased, but not yet satiated.  He worked his way up over me, pinning my arms above my head as he lowered his body onto mine.  I felt his hardness press against my wet opening.  He throbbed against me for the briefest moment as he whispered, “I need this pussy.”  Then, with a swift thrust, he filled my sweet box, stretching me in the most fulfilling way.

I moaned.  A moan of lust.  Desire.  Connection.  Wrapping my legs up around his waist, I pulled him into me as his rhythm intensified.  My pussy gripped him tightly.  I could feel myself drip down my legs, creamy and warm.  My husband whispered in my ear, asking me more about the night.  “Did he touch you here?”  “Yes,” I moaned.  “Did you enjoy it?”  “Yes.”  Our breathless conversation wove a tapestry of the night, illuminating the intimacy and eroticism of what had transpired.

My body shook in ecstasy underneath my husband.  As his hands held my wrists, his mouth trailed down my neck and shoulder.  Turning my face to kiss him, he pressed his mouth to mine and pulled me over onto him as he rolled to his back.  I sat up and leaned against his chest with my hands.  My hair fell into my eyes as I looked down at him.  Brushing it behind my ear, I started to rock against him.  I felt his cock bottom out in me as I rotated my hips.  My breathing became ragged and he squeezed my breasts to hold me up.  

I started to move faster, using my legs to pump my body the length of his shaft.  Letting myself slap down against him at a steady pace.  The sound of my wetness was intoxicating.  I reached around behind me to run my finger through it, bringing it up to my lips to taste for my husband to see.  It tasted of heady desire.  My pussy ached on the brink of climax.  My husband looked at me and gripped my waist, controlling my rhythm as he led me over the edge with him.  I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me as his seed exploded into me.  My core equally hot as my orgasm peaked with his.  

Sweaty and spent, I laid down on my husband, his cock still inside me.  I could hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest as my own finally started to slow.  His hand trailed slowly through my hair.  We were in no hurry to move or clean up.  It was a moment to be savored.  A reconnection.  An understanding.  I was his.  He was mine.  But the enjoyment we received from shared experiences far exceeded what we could have ever imagined.  And this night was no exception.