A few years back, I worked weekends at my previous job, and was basically the only one in office then, save for some of the cleaning staff. Due to this I got to know them all very well, sometimes helping out with the cleaning if work was slow.

One of the cleaners, let's call her Amara, was an early 40s Indian woman. Small in stature (about 5') bit on the thiccc-er side, with slim shoulders and wider hips, she was always super chatty and usually cleaned my office, which ended up with us becoming quite good friends after a while since we talked for hours on end.

Topics ranged from what her kids were up to at school, to holiday plans, current events, etc... but sometimes it also went in more private directions since she was quite open about certain aspects.

One topic that regularly came up was how she could get frustrated with her husband at times. She told me that she was someone who had a fairly high libido and really enjoyed sex. Her husband's libido, however, had diminished quite significantly over the years, going from having sex every day when they first got together to maybe once a month now, if she got lucky. Not for her lack of trying though, as she said that she tried everything to get him going. Buying sexy lingerie, posing nude for him in the bedroom, teasing herself while he was in bed next to her, stroking him, etc...

Every trick in the book, but he wouldn't budge 90% of the time. She was getting desperate, one time even stating that she might ask for a divorce if things didn't change, even though she still loved him.

One day, I basically blurted out "Have you ever looked into hotwifing?"

She didn't know what it was so I explained it to her, that it's basically having another guy as a 'toy' in a sense while still staying together with the man you're married to, kind of explaining the ins and outs of it (or at least the way I understood it).

She was kind of shocked that something like that actually existed, but she was intrigued, saying that she might look into it more.

Few weekends go by and after finishing up on Sunday I head to my car, when I'm stopped by Amara, calling me over. I walk over and she introduces me to her husband who had come to pick her up. However, as you can guess, this wasn't just to introduce me.

"I discussed things with my husband and he's okay with me becoming a hotwife, however only with someone I know and trust..." looking at me with those dark brown eyes.

I didn't catch on at first, but eventually it clicked, with me just wordlessly pointing at me and Amara confirming with a nod.

I asked her why me and she basically said that she knew me and trusted me, that I was a goodlooking guy and that I was single, so she assumed it would make things easier.

I paused for a moment, thinking it over and I could see she was anxious about my answer.

I asked her if her husband was actually okay with it, to which she motioned her husband to get out of the car. After a handshake I repeated the question to him and he nodded, stating that he could see his wifes needs weren't being met and that he'd rather have her be a hotwife than cheating or getting divorced, as long as the rules were respected.

Looking at the both of them, I decided "What the Hell" and agreed.

This made Amara happy of course, with her husband just nodding. He then told me the rules:

- Only when he wasn't around.

- No meeting up behind his back, he had to know when she was meeting me

- No interacting with the kids

- No pictures or videos.

I asked him if I had to wear protection or not, and he said it wasn't necessary since she had her tubes tied after her last kid. Then I asked when she wanted to do this.

"Tomorrow?"

I didn't expect it to go that quick, but I agreed deciding on meeting up at noon. She gave me her address, said our goodbyes and left for our homes.

The next day I went over there, both nervous and excited. Rang the bell and Amara opened the door, wearing make-up and a dress that accentuated her curves.

After going inside things got a bit awkward since we didn't really know how to act. She offered me a drink and we sat on the couch, both kind of scared to make the first move. Eventually I did, leaning towards her and kissing her on the lips. I could feel she enjoyed it, licking her lips after I pulled back. This seemingly gave her the confidence to continue. She got up and stood in front of me, taking my hand and guiding it along her thigh, up to her belly and her breasts.

Seeing that she was okay with it, I started massaging her breast slowly and firmly as she closed her eyes. My other hand wandered up between her legs, caressing her thigh, underneath her dress, and ending up at her pussy. I felt that she wasn't wearing any panties and that she was very excited. Running my fingers along her labia, I eventually curled them upwards and pushed in. This caused her to stand on the tips of her toes as I went in, gasping sharply, then slowly exhailing and lowering herself again, as she started moving her hips along with my motions.

I felt myself getting hard as I heard her soft whimpers and moans as I worked my fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness soaking them in the process. After a bit, I pulled my fingers out and hiked up her skirt, pushing it over her hips. Taking one of her legs and lifting it over my shoulder, I pulled her close to me as I started eating her out. She let out a sighing moan as she let her head fall back, placing her hand on my head and grasping at my hair.

I could feel her pushing herself more and more into me as she slowly grinded towards an orgasm, her moans becoming louder and her breath becoming more and more haggared until eventually she came with a shock that went through her entire body.

When she caught her breath, she pulled her leg back and leant down, kissing me on the lips again. Pulling back, she once again grabbed my hand, but this time she stepped back, getting me to get up from the couch.

While still holding my hand, she guided me upstairs to their bedroom. After entering, she took off her dress, showing her full body in all of its MILF-y glory. Her tits were magnificent. Still perky and firm, with big, dark areolas. Her soft curves making me even harder than I already was.

She knelt down and undid my pants, pulling my boxers down and grabbing hold of my cock. She had a firm grip on it with her small-ish hands, slowly moving up and down as she looked up at me. After a few strokes, she leaned in, taking my cock in her mouth. The instant I felt her mouth, I knew I was in for one Hell of a ride. This woman knew how to do things.

She used everything at her disposal, the right amount of suction at the right times, her tongue working itself along my shaft and head, speeding up, slowing down, taking it as deep as she could... I think I said "Oh my God" at least ten times while she was going at it. Eventually I couldn't hold on any longer as she once again pushed it as deep as she could take it and I came. She held that position the entire time, swallowing down all of my cum.

She took it out of her mouth and stroked it a few times, looking up at me with a smile, asking if it felt good, with me basically tripping over my words to describe how amazing it felt.

Standing up, she walked over to the bed and laid down, patting on the mattrass next to her. Taking off my shirt, I followed and laid down next to her. We made out for a while, our hands and mouths exploring both of our bodies.

I could feel myself get hard again as I was licking and sucking on her tits, so I gently pushed her onto her back. Getting on my knees, I positioned myself between her legs, cock hard and ready to go.

Guiding it down towards her pussy, I looked her in the eyes as I held my tip against her wet slit. She took a deep breath and nodded, accepting that it was happening as I pushed myself inside of her.

Immediately she let out a moan of pleasure, as did I. She felt amazing, her wet hotness greedily enveloping my cock.

I took it slow at first, deep methodical thrusts that made her tits bounce with each push. She put her legs around me as I worked her pussy, her moans of pleasure riling me up more and more. Because of the bj earlier I could go longer but she turned me on immensely with how much she seemingly enjoyed it as I sped up until I finally came a second time, unloading inside of her. I kept on thrusting through my orgasm because I could hear she was getting close as well, until I finally felt her pussy contract and a long moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

We were both breathing heavily, just staring at each other as we realised what we had just done. She started laughing, saying that she *never* thought we'd end up in this situation, with me echoing her thoughts.

I pulled out and admired my work, my cum slowly dripping out of her as she reached between her legs, running her finger along her pussy and scooping up some of my cum, then bringing it to her lips and licking her fingers clean.

Just seeing her do that started to get me hard again, which she noticed. With a sly smirk she rolled over and got on her hands and knees, leaning down with her face on the mattrass.

She sensually swayed her hips from side to side, inviting me for round two, which I eagerly accepted.

Now standing besides the bed, I laid into her, putting my hand on her neck to push her down and really leaning in to add to my thrusts. I railed her like that for a while, her moans and gasps getting louder once more as she had her third orgasm. I tried working towards my own but I couldn't work myself to bust for a third time so after a while of fruitless thrusting after her orgasm I had to take a break.

We laid next to one and other in bed for a while, her stroking my cock while I traced my finger along one of her nipples. Looking at the clock, she said that we wouldn't have time for a third round since the kids would be coming home soon, so she got up and went to the bathroom to shower. I joined her in there, kissing and touching, but respecting the fact that fucking in the shower would take too long.

After cleaning up and putting my clothes on again she asked if I had fun, with me immediately enthusiastically saying yes, which made her smile.

We discussed further encounters and settled on meeting up again Wednesday but earlier so we had more time for fun.

As she was about to open the door to let me out, I pulled her to the side, pressed her up against the wall and kissed her again, putting my hand underneath her dress and pushing my fingers inside of her again. After a few intense moments of kissing and slowly fingering her, I pulled away. She playfully told me to "get out of here" as she gave me a slap on my ass. Licking my fingers clean, I replied with "see you Wednesday".

Once I sat down in my car, I let out a fulfilled sigh.

I had half expected it to be a one-off thing, but considering how fun it was and how much I enjoyed it, I was really looking forward to the next encounters.