It was a dreary afternoon in suburban Manchester, the kind that made the house feel like it was swaddled in a grey blanket of rain. Inside, the soft hum of the dishwasher and the occasional tap of the keyboard was the only sound in the otherwise silent house. Kiya, a 44-year-old woman with a penchant for lingerie that clung to her slightly curvy frame, sat at the kitchen table, her eyes glazed over from another long day at her soul-sucking market research job. Her hair fell in a cascade of chestnut waves over her shoulders, and her full breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse. Despite her exhaustion, the thought of a warm bath and a glass of wine held little appeal.

Her husband, David, emerged from the living room, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He knew that his wife's job was taking a toll on her, and the lack of time for her to indulge in her secret life as a hotwife was starting to wear on her. He had been mulling over an idea for weeks, something that would not only give them the financial boost they needed but also allow Kiya to indulge in her desires more frequently. "Babe," he began, his voice a gentle rumble that made her heart flutter, "What if we turned your hotwifing into a... business?"

Kiya looked up from her laptop, her interest piqued. "What do you mean?" she asked, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. David explained his plan to set up a discreet service, where young, attractive men could book an appointment to come to their house and give her a "therapeutic" massage, which often ended with them filling her up with their seed. They'd call it "Kiya's Creamy Relief," a clever play on words that made her giggle despite her initial skepticism. The thought of being able to leave her job behind and focus on pleasuring herself and others was incredibly appealing. Plus, the added thrill of being blindfolded, never knowing who was going to take her next, was a kink they both enjoyed.

They decided to market it as a high-value, time-efficient service. For an affordable price, young men between the ages of 18 and 24 could book a 30-minute appointment with the mysterious and alluring "Mrs. K," as they'd dub her on the website. The brevity of the service was intentional; it kept the experience tantalizing and exclusive, allowing them to serve a higher volume of eager clients. Each session would cost £50, which included a thorough yet brief massage that was sure to end with Kiya's warm embrace and a delicious creampie. It was a steal compared to the average cost of a full-service escort, and the novelty of the blindfold and not knowing who they'd be with added an extra layer of excitement for both the clients and the couple.

They turned to a lesser-known swinger's forum, "Clandestine Connections," which catered to those seeking more unique and intimate experiences. Here, they could safely advertise Kiya's Creamy Relief without raising any eyebrows on Fabswingers. David carefully crafted a profile that painted a picture of a mature woman yearning for the touch of youthful, inexperienced lovers, and a husband eager to share her with the right individuals. They posted tasteful, yet suggestive photos of Kiya, blindfolded and adorned in their favorite crotchless lingerie, which showcased her curves without being overly explicit. The response was immediate and overwhelming, with messages from young men across the city eager to experience the thrill of anonymously pleasuring a mature woman in her own home.

The first appointment was set for the following Monday, between 9 AM, when their children would be safely tucked away at school. Kiya felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as she donned her blindfold and lay naked on the massage table they had set up in their master bedroom. She heard the doorbell ring, her heart pounding in anticipation. David answered the door, his own cock already semi-hard at the thought of what was about to unfold. He ushered the young man in, a 19-year-old university student named Alex, who had responded to their ad with enthusiasm.

Alex was nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he removed his clothes, revealing a lean, muscular frame and a cock that was already beginning to swell with excitement. David, ever the supportive husband, gave him a reassuring pat on the back and whispered in his ear, "Remember, it's all about making her feel good, okay?" Alex nodded, his cheeks flushing as he took in the sight of the blindfolded beauty before him.

Kiya's breathing grew heavy with anticipation as she felt the soft touch of Alex's hands on her shoulders, gently kneading the tension away. His touch was inexperienced but earnest, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of arousal as his fingertips danced closer to her breasts. David hovered nearby, his eyes glued to the scene, watching as Alex grew more confident in his strokes. "You're doing great," he murmured, his own cock thickening as he watched his wife's body respond to the stranger's touch.

Alex's hands began to roam further, tracing the curve of Kiya's spine down to her waist, and then back up to cup her breasts. She gasped softly, her nipples hardening against his palms. David's mouth watered at the sight, his mind racing with the thought of the creamy treat he would soon savor. He stepped closer to the massage table, his hand reaching out to stroke the young man's cock, which was now standing at full attention. "It's okay," he murmured, "You can give her what she really needs."

Alex took a deep breath, his cock pulsing in David's grip, and slid his hands down to the apex of Kiya's thighs. He felt the dampness of her arousal as he parted her legs, his own excitement building. Kiya's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of Alex's cock press against her opening, and she arched her back, silently begging for him to fill her. With a gentle thrust, he entered her, her pussy welcoming him with a wet embrace. David stepped back, allowing the young bull to take the lead, his eyes never leaving the intimate dance of flesh.

The room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and wet slaps as Alex found his rhythm. David's gaze flicked from the sight of his wife's body being claimed to the glistening cock sliding in and out of her. He felt his own hunger growing, eager to taste the fruits of their labor. He knew that the moment Alex reached climax, he'd be ready to clean up the mess. It was a delicious ritual that had become a staple of their hotwifing escapades.

As Alex's thrusts grew more urgent, David dropped to his knees beside the bed, his tongue darting out to lick the precum from the tip of the young man's cock. The salty tang made his mouth water, and he knew the main course was coming soon. He could feel the tension building in Alex's body, the tightening of his thighs, the erratic pumping of his hips. "Come for me," he encouraged, his voice low and guttural. "Give it to her."

Alex groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he pumped harder and faster, his inexperience showing in his lack of restraint. With a final, desperate thrust, he emptied himself into Kiya, filling her to the brim with his warm, sticky seed. Kiya's own orgasm rippled through her, her body tightening around the cock inside her. The sensation was intense, a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within her core.

As Alex's thrusts grew shallow, his cock still pulsing inside her, David could hardly wait any longer. He gently guided the young man's hips away, allowing his softening member to slip out of Kiya's welcoming embrace. The sight of his wife's pussy, now glistening with a mix of their juices, made him ache with desire. He leaned in, his tongue extending to lap up the remnants of Alex's cum, savoring the tangy flavor. Kiya quivered under the touch of his tongue, the sensation sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body.

"Mrs. K," David whispered, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, "You've got a bit of a mess down there." He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with lust. Without further prompting, he buried his face between her thighs, feasting on the creampie that filled her. His tongue swirled and dipped, cleaning her thoroughly as she lay there, panting and trembling. Each flick against her swollen clit made her moan, and David reveled in the power he had to elicit such raw reactions from her.

Alex watched in amazement as David demonstrated his prowess, his own cock twitching with renewed interest. He had never seen a man perform such an act before, but the passion and hunger in David's eyes was infectious. As David lapped up the last of the cum, his cock grew hard once again, and he looked up at the young man with a wink. "Would you like to go again?" he asked, his voice muffled against her flesh. Alex nodded, his eyes wide with excitement.

With a graceful roll of her hips, Kiya positioned herself, still blindfolded, onto her hands and knees. The sight of his wife, open and eager, was more than David could resist. He stepped up behind her, aligning his cock with her freshly filled pussy. With one hand, he guided himself in, feeling the tightness of her channel clench around him as she took his length. Alex watched, his cock now fully hard again, as David began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. The feeling of the warm, slick flesh around his cock was exhilarating, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Alex knelt beside the bed, his cock in hand as he watched David claim his prize. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the sweet symphony of their combined moans. David leaned over, whispering in Kiya's ear, "You're going to love this, baby," before reaching down to flick her clit with his thumb. She gasped, her body responding instinctively to the dual sensations of his cock inside her and his fingers on her most sensitive spot.

With each thrust, David's cock pushed the remnants of Alex's cum further into Kiya's pussy, creating a delicious friction that had her begging for more. Alex, eager to participate, leaned in and took one of Kiya's nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as she arched her back into his touch. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through her body that made her pussy clench around her husband's cock.

David's pace grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her plump ass as he drove deeper into her. His hand found its way to Alex's cock, stroking it in time with his own rhythm. The young man's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt David skilled touch. David could feel his own climax approaching, his balls drawing tight to his body. With a guttural groan, he released his load into Kiya's welcoming pussy, the warmth of his cum mixing with Alex's.

Before the last spurt of cum had even left his cock, Alex was sliding back in, his hardness undiminished by his earlier release. He watched, fascinated, as David's cum leaked out around him, lubricating the way for his own re-entry. Kiya's body quivered, her muscles clenching around the cock inside her, eager for more. She had experience taking multiple men, and the feeling of being filled to the brim was something she craved more than anything else.

Alex began to thrust again, his cock sliding through the warm, creamy mixture of his own and David's seed. It was a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced, and the thought of being the second to fill her up was driving him wild. He watched as David stepped back, a proud smile on his face, his own cock now softening. "Keep going," David urged, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze Alex's shoulder. "I know she can handle it."

Kiya's moans grew louder, her body undulating in time with Alex's rhythm. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, the feeling of fullness and the delicious friction of their combined cum sending her closer and closer to another peak. As Alex picked up speed, she felt her orgasm building again, a crescendo of sensation that made her toes curl. David stepped back, allowing the young man to take over completely, his own desires momentarily sated.

Alex's strokes grew more confident, his inexperience giving way to the raw, primal need to claim her. He watched as his cock disappeared into the warm, inviting embrace of her pussy, only to re-emerge slick with their combined juices. It was a sight that made him feel powerful, like he was the only one who could give her what she needed. He reached down to cup her breasts, kneading them gently as he fucked her, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples.

"Okay," David said, his voice a gruff command, "Cum in her now." The words sent a shiver down Alex's spine, and he knew that this was it. He didn't need any further prompting. He drove himself into her with everything he had, his hips slamming against her ass as he sought to leave his mark. The room was a cacophony of moans and the slap of flesh on flesh as he reached his peak. With a final, guttural roar, he filled her up once more, his cum joining the pool of seed already inside her.

As Alex's climax subsided, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. David stepped forward, taking control again. "Good job, son," he praised, his hand landing firmly on the young man's shoulder. "But now it's time for you to go. Mrs. K and I have some... business to attend to." There was a playful edge to his voice, a hint of the power dynamic they enjoyed. Alex nodded, his own needs sated, and began to dress, his cheeks still flushed with the exertion and excitement of the encounter.

Kiya lay there, panting, her body a canvas of satisfaction. Despite the thrill of the encounter, she knew the rules: the bulls were there to serve and then leave. It was part of the allure, the fleeting nature of their interactions that kept her coming back for more. She listened as David walked Alex to the door, the sound of the door closing a symbolic end to that chapter. She felt a strange mix of sadness and relief, a craving for the familiar comfort of her husband's touch.

David returned to the bedroom, his eyes dark with hunger. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking Kiya's hair gently. "You did so well." He knew she was ready for more, her body begging to be used and filled again. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her, blindfolded and sprawled on the bed, her legs still spread open in invitation. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, a heady perfume that made his cock swell once more.

"Now, let's get you ready for the next one," David said, his voice a seductive purr. He grabbed a towel and gently cleaned her up, making sure to leave a trail of their combined cum along her thighs. It was a deliberate move, a way to keep her aroused and ready for the next round. He knew she liked it, the sticky reminder of their earlier play a constant tease against her sensitive skin.

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