My Hotwife Journey Pt 51
“I Facetimed Hubby So He Could Watch Me Get Fucked”

You couldn’t make this up. Now that I think about it though… I could literally make a short film about this.

It’s the weekend. And being a mother of four my weekends consist of sport. Both netball and soccer. To add to the stress of getting multiple games and sports, Hubby decided that he would put his best mates Bucks party on a weekend just before the season starts. I mean his rationale for this was that he wouldn’t miss any games… he would just miss the friendlies.

Well thanks for that Hubby because friendlies mean we usually travel a lot further to play teams instead of playing teams in our local area.

Anyway this particular weekend was one of those weekends when the weather just wouldn’t make up its mind. It pissed down on Friday and was sunny Saturday morning.

Stay with me because trust me… the back story makes everything so much hotter.

I was running late to the rugby game which meant there was zero parking. There was a bunch of cars parked up on the grass and I thought well that would work.
Turns out it definitely didn’t work. After the game I realised straight away we were in a spot of bother. There was a crowd gathered around all the cars on the grass. The weather not making up its mind had definitely contributed to the 20+ cars now stuck on the grass.

The worst part. I was the last in the row- meaning we were going to be stuck for a while.

After what felt like hours the other cars had finally been helped out and the crowd had definitely dispersed. There was one dad though. Steve his named was. He had helped everyone with his 4WD ute.

I couldn’t help but notice his strong dad bod physique, his tattooed arms and the thing that stood out with him the most was his easy going nature. After all the cars had torn up the grass even more, we were definitely stuck.

We tried everything but the car just wasn’t moving. He ended up asking for my number and told me he would race home and pick up his tracks that he could put under my tires.

Well long story short after another hour he finally got me out. By this time our Saturday was well and truly over. It was close to 5pm.

Thank god for my mother in law. She had already come over and cooked us all dinner after hearing about our day. We pulled up into the driveway when my phone dinged from an unknown number. It was the guy from today checking if I had got home.

Our text conversation went like this:

Steve: You didn’t get stuck again because I don’t think my car has any petrol left 🙂

Me: Home safe and sound- not sure what we would have done without you. I’m happy to reimburse your fuel.

Steve: I could never accept that from such a pretty lady.

At this point I realised there was a reason he had messaged me. I also realised that Hubby was away with his mates (surely with a stripper or two for entertainment) and I was going to be getting myself off for the next few days… so why not have a little bit of fun. I also knew my mother in law was over and I might as well make the most of it.

Me: I could reimburse you in other ways.

Within the hour I had booked my regular hotel and we made our way there.

I want to say that as soon as we got in the room it was hot and steamy sex. You know that hotel affair type sex. But it wasn’t. He was so easy going we didn’t even leave the hotel bar for another hour.

But once we did get into the room. Things started pretty quickly.

He didn’t say a word. Just looked at me with this hungry grin. My heart was hammering. With a few quick moves, I was down to just my underwear, feeling completely exposed  under his gaze. Then he just… scooped me up. Like I weighed nothing. My squeal was cut off as he tossed me onto the middle of the bed. 

He didn’t waste a second. Kneeling between my legs, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear, peeled them off, and dove in. His mouth was on me, hot and demanding, and his tongue knew exactly what it was doing. I was arching off the bed, my hands gripping in the sheets, within minutes.

Soon after we were exploring every position and every part of my body. He stood up on the bed and said, “Open up, beautiful.” And that was it. He guided himself into my mouth, one hand gently cradling the back of my head. It wasn’t brutal, but it was firm, deep, and possessive. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, my eyes watering, and all I could think was, Holy shit, this is happening. I looked up at him, at those tattooed forearms flexing, and just let him use my mouth.

When he finally pulled back, he was breathing hard. The entire time he was helping me with the car I knew he was into my tits. He just couldn’t stop staring at them. “Fuck, they’re perfect,” he muttered, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They’d been feeling full and sensitive all day.

“Careful,” I breathed out, a naughty smile playing on my lips. “I’m still lactating.”

His eyes went wide, then flashed with pure, unadulterated lust. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

What happened next was something I’d only ever seen in videos. He squeezed one breast, and when a few drops beaded on my nipple, he leaned down and licked them off. Then he squeezed harder, and a thin stream shot out. He laughed, a low, thrilled sound, and aimed it at his own chest, coating his skin. He took my nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard and drinking until I was gasping. “Best fucking drink I’ve ever had,” he said. 

After that, it was a blur of skin and sweat and pure, uncomplicated fucking. He was so strong. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises. I climbed on top and rode him, grinding down, watching his dad-bod stomach tense with every move. He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and just held me there, impaled on him, kissing me deeply before laying back down.

Then he folded me in half. Literally. He pushed my knees back by my ears and drove into me, deep and slow, his eyes locked on where we were connected. “You’re so fucking tight for a mum of four,” he grunted, and God, that sent a new shockwave of heat through me.

I’m telling you, I’m starting to really enjoy these dad bods. There’s a strength there, a confidence that doesn’t need a six-pack to prove it. He knew how to use his body, and he used it to absolutely ruin me.

Just when I thought he might need a breather, he got a second wind. Or a third. Who was counting? He slid off the bed, stood up, and gripped my hips, pulling me toward him until my head was hanging off the side. The room looked upside down.

Then he was feeding his cock back into my mouth, deeper this time with the new angle. I relaxed my throat, letting him set a steady, rhythmic pace. With one hand, he played with my pussy, his fingers circling my clit until I was moaning around him. With his other hand, he squeezed my breast, and another trickle of milk ran down my skin. He watched it, mesmerized, fucking my face the whole time. The combination of sensations was overwhelming in the best way possible – the stretch of my mouth, the expert touch on my clit.

After a few minutes of that blissful play, he gently pulled me back onto the bed. “My turn to look at you,” he panted. He laid me down, pushed my knees up, and then kept pushing until my legs were right next to my ears. He was holding me so open, so completely exposed to him.

He entered me slowly, a deep, full stretch that made my eyes roll back. Then he started to move. This wasn’t the frantic pace from before. This was deliberate, powerful, each thrust bottoming out inside me. His eyes were locked on my face, watching every flinch and gasp. I could feel his thighs starting to tremble against mine. His rhythm began to falter, turning ragged and urgent.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his voice strained. He drove into me one last time, burying himself as deep as I could take him. I felt him pulse, hot and deep, flooding my pussy with his load. His whole body shuddered, his legs shaking violently for a few seconds before he collapsed on top of me, crushing me in the best possible way.

After the day that we had, you could of excused both of us for having a shower and leaving. Not us though. We had a laugh and reminisced on the day we had when he turned to me and said, “Round 2.” It wasn’t a question. He was telling me. Part of me couldn’t believe he was ready to go so quickly. The other part of me… thought of my husband.

Last he heard I was heading home after finally getting unbogged from the grass.

He was probably too many beers deep at that point in time to answer but the thought of suprising him with a FaceTime fuck got the better of me.

I rang his phone… no answer.

This was one phone call he definitely didn’t want to miss.

Being the best man at a bucks I’m sure he didn’t even have his phone on him.

One more time I thought.

This time he answered on the second ring.

“Hey babe I have a surprise for you…”

And from there I moved back in the picture and fell to my knees. Right next to Steven’s already hard cock. 

I didn’t say a word to Hubby. I just looked into the phone’s camera, gave him a wicked little smile, and took Steve deep into my mouth. I could hear Hubby’s sharp intake of breath through the speaker. I made a show of it, bobbing my head, letting Steve’s hand guide me, making sure the camera caught every glistening inch.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Steve groaned, and I could hear Hubby mutter something like, “Jesus Christ.”

What happened next was… weirdly normal. Steve and I started joking around. He’d thrust into my mouth and I’d playfully swat his thigh. We were laughing between moans. All the while, Hubby is just watching, silent on his little screen. He had no idea this was my second round. He definitely had no idea who this tattooed, dad-bod stranger was who had just spent the last two hours wrecking me.

When Steve was good and ready, he pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the foot of the bed and then he was inside me again. I braced my hands on the mattress, looking back at the phone propped up on the cupboard. I could see Hubby’s frozen face as Steve pounded into me, his grip tight on my hips.

After a while, Steve pulled out, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled me onto his lap. I sank down onto him, and rode him slowly, grinding my hips. I was so into the rhythm, the feel of him filling me up again, that I honestly forgot Hubby was even there for a minute. It was just me and Steve, chasing that feeling.

Then Steve squeezed my breast, hard. A jet of milk shot out, and he caught it on his tongue, right there in the frame for Hubby to see.

“Time to finish, beautiful,” Steve said. He laid me back, pushed my legs up by my ears again, and drove into me. This time, his climax was faster, more intense. I watched his face contort, felt his whole body tense, and then the hot rush as he came inside me for the second time that night, filling me up all over again.

I was a panting, sweaty, blissed-out mess. Steve rolled off, and I grabbed the phone. Hubby was just staring, speechless. “I’ve had a great night, love you bye!” I hung up before he could say a word.

Steve and I cleaned up, shared one more lazy kiss, and finally went our separate ways. Driving home, the high slowly fading, one clear thought cut through the fog: I might just have met my new regular fuck!