Standing up from the hotel bed, I reached back for Kevin’s hand to lead him toward the couch. He had felt so good taking me how he wanted, and now it was my turn to show him what my little body could do. My mind spun in every sexy direction imaginable; Should I straddle him on the couch? Maybe reverse cowgirl? What if I laid him down and went down on him from the floor? I wanted to explore every possibility with Kevin while we had the night together.

Kevin sat on the couch and I stood between his legs, looking down at him. My eyes were drawn to his hands as they reached for me, pulling me down to him. His cock was thick and throbbing. Positioning my knees to either side of his hips, I slowly slid myself down onto his shaft, feeling him bottom out in me as I sank. My arms circled around his shoulders and steadied myself as I began to grind and pulse on him. Kevin moaned. The sound of his pleasure made me wet and my pace quickened.

Kevin grabbed my little waist and began to bounce me up and down on his rigid cock, ensuring he brought me all the way up to his tip before pushing me back down again. The pleasure was so intense. My body heaved in excitement. “Oh, my god, I’m going to cum all over you,” I panted as he continued to fuck me. He slapped my ass and rocked into me as my orgasm poured out. I squealed in ecstasy and pulled off, resting on my hands and knees as I gasped to regain a semblance of control.

Kevin chuckled and suggested, “why don’t we take a break.” We were both breathing heavily as we stood, our bodies well spent at this point. It was then that we realized how fortuitous it was to have been given a double queen room; we took one look at the bed and laughed, realizing quickly that it was completely soaked from me squirting earlier, so we laid down in the other bed for a while. Our hands explored each other as we relaxed, and before long, Kevin was rock hard again.

He positioned me over the side of the bed and began to take me from behind, but my little body was so spent that I couldn’t finish. I was still so aroused, and I wanted to give Kevin the incredible finish he had given me earlier. “Lay down on the bed for me?” I asked him. Kevin stretched out, removing his condom and resting his hand on my back as I sat next to him, stroking his cock.

My mouth couldn’t resist a taste. Sitting on my knees, I lowered myself down to him, holding his eyes as my lips encircled the tip of his cock. I could taste his precum as I began to suck. It was sweet. I needed more. My hands worked in tandem with my mouth, stroking the length of him as I swirled my tongue around his shaft. Kevin moaned and laid his head back against the sheets, his body tightening under my touch. I knew he was close. With a few final strokes, I grinned as I felt his cock grow rigid. Pulling back, I sat up and pumped his cock, watching in heated awe as stream after stream of thick cum shot onto his chest.

We looked at each other and smiled. I traced my fingers across his stomach, trailing through his cum a few times, marveling in its heat. Sitting up, Kevin kissed me lightly before getting up for a towel. I walked to the bag I had brought and pulled out a pair of silk jammies I had packed. Slipping them on, I crawled back into bed with Kevin and curled up under his arm. He stroked my hair as we chatted softly. I’m not sure how long he held me, but I ended up drifting off to sleep like that. Comfortable. Content. Ever the gentleman, Kevin waited for me to wake up and traced my neck and shoulders with his fingers. His hands felt good on me. My body was once again completely aroused. As was Kevin’s.

Knowing that my little pussy was tired, Kevin positioned himself between my spread legs as I laid on the bed. I reached down and held his hardness, feeling him grow once again for me. My breathing grew heavy with his as he sat up on his knees, pressing himself against my hands. Looking up at him, I smiled as he took his cock from my hands and began to stroke himself. There’s something that I find incredibly arousing about seeing a man pleasure himself for me. This time was no different. Kevin’s eyes were like fire as he looked down at me, filled with lust and desire to cum. “Are you ready?” he asked. I smiled and nodded. With that, Kevin unloaded his cock all over my stomach and tits, covering me with his thick load. I marveled at the sight. I had lost count how many times Kevin had made me cum that night. And I had to smile a bit that I had returned the favor for him three times over.

He got up to clean off, but I stayed in bed, leaving his cum on me to take home that night. I messaged my husband to let him know I’d be on my way home soon. He replied, “Take your time. Enjoy yourself.” I smiled again, reveling in the feeling of being so loved and cared for that my husband placed my enjoyment above his own. I had never wanted him more than in that moment. Hopping out of bed, I tossed on a sweatshirt and leggings as Kevin emerged from the bathroom. He gave me a sweet kiss as we helped each other dress and pack to head our separate ways. There was a lift in our steps as we walked out to our cars, a shared moment giving us coy smiles as we enjoyed a final kiss before parting ways.

I called my husband on my way home, my eagerness to recount the night with him began to overtake me. He could hear it in my voice. “Hurry home, but don’t rush. I can’t wait to devour you.” My pussy throbbed the whole way home. I couldn’t wait for my husband to touch me. To smell me. To taste me.

There is a different level of excitement that takes over after a hotwife date. It’s primal. Heady and carnal. I needed his touch. He needed my taste. By the time I arrived home, our need for one another had reached a fever pitch. He met me at the door and our bodies melted into one another as he held tightly for a kiss. His tongue explored deep in my mouth, tracing every place Kevin’s mouth had been. “You taste so good,” he whispered against my lips. I grinned. I knew I tasted different. I wanted my husband to enjoy all of it.

Taking me back into our bedroom, my husband sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to him. His hands worked slowly against my clothes, removing them piece by piece in deliberately slow motions. He wanted to savor having me home. As he pulled my sweatshirt up, his eyes widened in fiery passion. Kevin’s cum was still painted on me. Now dried, but still just as erotic as when it was fresh. “Fuck, you’re so incredibly sexy,” my husband whispered as his hands traced along my stomach, working their way down to my panties. They slid to the floor in a heavy heap, damp from my juices.

With my clothes now removed, I felt emboldened and empowered. Sexually confident that I could relish such an evening with someone new, then return home to share it all over again with my husband. For him, the thrill of knowing his wife was wanted and enjoyed by someone else brings a sense of competition and craving. A desire like none other that can only be fulfilled once I’ve returned home for that moment of reclamation.

On this night, that reclamation came in heated waves of intensity. Our bodies responded to one another in ways that only a hotwife dynamic can bring. Our breathing was in sync. Our orgasms came as one. Kevin may have fucked my body. But my husband fucked my soul. A beautiful ending to a night that will not soon be forgetten.

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