PART I: http://www.reddit.com/r/HotWifeLifestyle/comments/2emguv/something_new_and_different_for_usstory_of_a_hook/

He was back at the side of the bed, my hand wrapped around his cock; while he slid open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom as he stood and turned, like some kind of sex ninja he had it on and was back at the foot of the bed. My legs spread instantly and he climbed on top of me. He paused as he took in everything around him and then leaned back just enough to push the head of his cock into me. Pretty sure I gasped like I always do…and then I felt myself pushing into him eagerly wanting him to fuck me like crazy. Every so often he would, he'd let loose and pound into me as hard as he could and I'd moan and yell and desperately beg for more. He was vocal but not verbal, he was controlled and dominant but every so often he couldn't help himself and he'd use all his strength to fuck me really good and hard. I loved the back and forth…I loved begging until he relented…I loved watching him pull back and slow down so he wouldn't cum yet. He frequently slowed down and looked me up and down while he fucked me and then he'd push himself to get as close to cumming as possible before backing off again. He was controlled and enjoying it, he was edging and I was trying to push him further each time. I played with my clit when he pulled back so he could watch his cock slide in and out of me while my fingers rubbed and I moaned and I swore and screamed when he pushed his entire cock into me. Every time I spoke he had to slow down so I made sure to tell him how much I needed his cock while I grabbed for him to come closer again. He stayed over me pushing and pulling my legs where he wanted them as he teased my pussy from each different angle. I loved laying there in his bed while he was kneeling in front of me and enjoying my pussy. I had the perfect view from between my legs. His body was on full display in a pretty bright room; his face was somehow more handsome and manly from my vantage point. He looked focused but not like most other guys, he was totally focused on what was happening right then and there, he wasn't distracted or in his head or planning what to try next…he was present and was taking it all it and enjoying every little moan, kiss and grab just like I was. There are few people in the world that I've fucked that I've been distracted by but every so often I’d look up and think ‘damn! He is a sexy mofo! How the hell did I get here’ it was distracting in the best way and I’m sure I was goofily smiling each time I thought it. He didn't seem to mind or notice; he was trying not to cum yet after all.

My hands were twisted in the sheets, grabbing pillows and generally searching for anything to hold onto while he fucked me, I was worried I’d mark him if I kept holding onto him, scratching him and grabbing him. He feels amazing to hold onto but at some point it was almost too much and I had to cum….then I heard ‘Fuck, you feel too good, I can’t hold back baby’…and ya know I just love when guys talk so I almost lost it right there and came all over him but I'm a masochist apparently and I held off. He went all out and fucked me so hard and I could hardly moan…just focused on breathing and feeling…and then he pulled away just enough to ninja off that condom and he came all over me. I wasn't even surprised that he'd manage to pull off the perfect cum shot. From just under my belly button to my neck was covered and it was awesome. As I looked down I wished I had a camera and almost asked him to get it because this bad boy should be photographed and brought back to hubby but I decided against it. It would have been a huge mess to get it myself and I didn't want him digging through my purse on the couch so I took a mental picture and left it at that. He effortlessly moved to my side and lay down next to me. Sweating, out of breath and smiling he said ‘God, I needed that…incredible…mumbo jumbo post sex nonsense words after that…

We lay naked in bed for a long time and chatted. He told me how he pretty much built this house and works on it every weekend (it’s a second home so he’s only in town on weekends). We chatted about our jobs, he works behind the scenes for a show that you watch and love and was nominated for like a gazillion Emmy’s. His job is fascinating and clearly his passion as he talked about it he finally started to regain some energy. I laid there listening to him talk about all the movies and shows he’s worked on and he was equally passionate and excited about each one. For some reason guys really love telling me every dirty detail of their lives so we chatted about his ex and his past marriage as I've done now with several guys; I usually don't get too personal but it was so eerily similar to my past I had to mention it. I don't think he believed me but that’s ok because it really is out there so it seems unlikely that the two of us have had practically the same strange relationship in the past. After a half hour or so of hanging out naked in bed and laughing and talking he finally realized that I was still covered in cum. He apologized as he got me a towel and I cleaned myself up a bit. I had no idea how long I’d been there but I remembered that his people would be back at some point so I started to get dressed. He threw on his pants and we went to the kitchen. He showed me the various things around his place that he’s gotten from different sets, my kids would have been very jealous of a few pieces. It was pretty strange standing there thinking about how much my kid’s would like this or that but there I was. Since I was getting ready to leave I stepped out to call my husband and check in again before I left. The door was left open between the house and porch so I couldn't really chat so we had one of those one sided conversations. I’m sure others have been there when all I can say is ‘yeah’, ok, that’s great’, Yup, everything is good here’….not that I have anything to hide but it’s strange to tell your husband how someone fucked you 30 minutes prior…on the phone…while standing next to the guy…so awkward one sided conversation it is. Luckily he gets me and asked all the right questions and kept it brief. I went back in and said my goodbyes with a hug and one last big deep kiss, one more whiff of his cologne and one more ‘Fuck…how is this guy so hot!?!’and I was on my way home.

The ride back was even better…it was cooler, darker and a truly empty stretch of highway. I drove home music blaring once more but this time I drove with a very sore throat and a freshly fucked wet pussy. The entire ride home I smiled and thought about getting home, climbing on my husband’s cock and fucking him senseless while I told him about the awesome time I had. I’m so glad when we got that text we didn't dismiss it as being too last minute. It was random and unexpected and not our usual style but worked out amazing well for all.