As I sat in the passenger seat, my head was still spinning from what had just happened. My ex and his friend occupied the back seats while my husband drove. We decided to drop them off at their place, and I lit a cigarette as we drove off.

My ex, positioned right behind me, casually asked for a drag. Everything seems hotter when you share a dirty secret with someone. Trying to act normal afterward is half the fun. Attempting to engage in conversation with my husband and my ex's friend, pretending nothing happened, like my ex's cock hadn't been down my throat two minutes earlier, had me tingling from head to toe. Despite my efforts, my pussy was still soaking wet, and I couldn't stop smiling.

Approaching their place, my ex suggested sticking around for a couple of drinks. My husband agreed right away, and I had to hide my excitement. Even the slightest chance of getting "alone" with my ex again made my pussy tighten and pulse. We pulled up to their place, hopped out, and I kissed my husband again. Kissing him after having another man's cock in my mouth drives me wild. I love letting my ex make a mess of my face, then making my husband kiss my slutty lips.

Mentioning the need to use the bathroom, my husband said he did too. Just as he went behind a nearby shed, my ex offered to show me to the bathroom. I followed him without looking back to see if my husband had heard or not. After showing me the bathroom, my ex's hand was immediately on my hips as he pushed me backward into the small space. Pressed against me, he kissed me passionately, and he whispered, "we have to be quick."

I knew I could make him finish fast, and as badly as I wanted to feel his mouth on my pussy, the bathroom did not have enough space for that. I sank to my knees, feeling his rock-hard cock hit my chin as I kissed his lower abs. I gave him the sloppiest head in the best way; the spit dripping down my chin, tears in my eyes, tongue hanging out way.

I worshiped him like I was his. Playing with his head with my tongue, forcing him as deep as I could, I started moaning on his dick because it felt so good down my throat, which made him moan too. I started sucking him even harder and playing with his balls while he took a fistful of my hair, thrusting harder and harder. Moaning loudly and making slurping sounds because of all the spit, he had to tell me to be quiet, all while still thrusting and filling my mouth up with his cock. I looked up at him teary-eyed and with my mouth full, feeling his body tensing up.

I pulled his hips towards me, and he gripped my hair tightly as he thrusted deeper than he had been the whole time. Suddenly, I felt his hot cum shoot to the back of my throat, then cover my tongue and fill my mouth, spilling out the sides. It felt so good taking his load like a good little slut. I swallowed it all and licked my lips as I stood up. My panties were drenched; being my ex's cum dump just makes me so wet, I can't help it.

Panting and out of breath, we helped straighten each other's clothes, and I wiped my face. He pulled me in and started kissing me hard, again, and I ran my hands through his hair. I wanted to fuck him so badly, but I knew we didn't have the time—or the space. He moaned and bit my lip and said we had to pull ourselves together. I smiled and tried to fix my hair. He laughed, grinned, and said, "we don't want to be too obvious" before kissing me once more. It was all so hot.

We left the bathroom, walked back to where my husband and the friend were hanging out and talking, my legs shaking, and my pussy twitching. I felt like my entire body was on fire. Sitting down beside me, my husband kissed me hard, giving me an almost suspicious grin. I found myself hoping he could taste the cum on my lips.

My ex sat down across from us and smiled at me while opening a bottle of beer. His eyes looked mischievous, and I couldn't help but smile back. My husband could definitely tell something was up, which I loved. For the rest of the night, I tried to play it cool and engage in normal conversation, which was like its own delicious form of torture. Many little side glances between my ex and me added tension, making our dirty secret so hot.

Sneaking away and leaving my husband behind without a second thought made me feel kind of bad, but I would make the same decision again and again if it means enriching our cuckold lifestyle and spending time with my ex. I'm obsessed with being a hotwife; the sneaking/secrecy, letting my ex pull me away and use me while my husband's nearby, the way he just takes me and makes me his. I hope next time he fucks me, bends me over with my ass in the air, and cums in my pussy so I can make my husband lick me clean after. 🥵

Hoping to hang out with my ex sometime next week, I'll try to keep everyone posted if I do. 😏 🩷