My Hotwife Journey Pt 52
“My Cuckold Husband Spent The Night Getting This Stranger Hard So He Could Fuck Me”

If you have followed along with my blog for this long I am sure you saw it coming. It first happened a while ago and I loved it. Then I pushed it a little further and realised this was something that was just going to continue to develop. Hubby’s exploration with my bulls.

So for the first time in a long time I went looking for something specific. I got flashbacks to my first ever date when I started exploring this hotwife life. Long before I knew what my cuckold husband would become. Part of me realised that it was my hormones… my pregnant hormones were driving this. It is actually incredible how many things I want to try, want to do while I'm pregnant.

I’ll be honest I had so many guys messaging me. Bi guys… Straight guys wanting to explore. At the end of the day, wait for it… I chose the guy with the nicest looking cock. That’s right. There was no sugar coating it. I’ve got to the stage now where I am confident enough to say what I like, and what I liked was this guys cock.

We got chatting and I knew he was exactly what I was looking for. Someone not pushy but someone definitely with the experience I was after.

I didn’t mention anything to Hubby though and in the lead up to our date night I kept planting hints. Asking questions like what would you do if… and imagine if I said…

And that’s how I knew this was going to be a good night. I’d be lying if I said every time I think about it my pussy gets a little moist.

The whole drive to the hotel I had this buzzing energy in my chest, the kind that makes your fingers tingle and your thoughts race. Hubby was quiet next to me, but I could feel him glancing over, trying to read my face. He knew something was up. He just didn't know what.

When we walked through that door and he saw another man standing there waiting for us, the look on his face was priceless. That split second of confusion, then realisation, about what was about to happen. I didn't give him time to process it. I didn't want him to think. I wanted him to act.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us I looked at him and said it. ‘On your knees.” And honestly, watching my husband drop to his knees without hesitation, without question, right there on that hotel carpet... fuck. It still gets me.

And then his mouth found that perfect cock like he'd been starving for it. The stranger let out this low groan that I felt right between my legs, and I just stood there for a second watching. My husband, on his knees, lips wrapped around another man's cock, and that man looking at me like I was the prize he'd been waiting for.

That's when I moved closer. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my body against this stranger and his mouth met mine. The kind of kiss that tells you exactly how the rest of the night is going to go. While our tongues tangled, my hand found the back of Hubby's head, fingers threading through his hair, and I started guiding him. Slow at first, then deeper. Making him take more. Making him gag just a little. And the stranger moaned into my mouth when I did it, which only made me want to push harder.

We kept kissing like that, messy and breathless, while his hands started roaming my body. Over my dress at first, then under it. Gripping my hips, my ass, pulling me against him so I could feel how hard he was getting. And all the while Hubby kept slurping and sucking, that wet, desperate sound filling the room. That and the sound of me coaching my cuckold husband through it all.

Then the stranger pulled back from the kiss just long enough to look down at my chest like he'd just remembered something important. His hands came up and tugged my dress down, and when my tits spilled out he made this sound, like a growl caught in his throat. His mouth was on me instantly, sucking one nipple while his fingers worked the other, and I let my head fall back because fuck, he knew what he was doing. Wet, warm, just the right amount of teeth. My fingers tightened in Hubby's hair and I pushed him down harder without even meaning to. 

I looked down and there was my husband, still on his knees, still worshipping that cock, while a man he'd never met before sucked my tits and made me moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear. And all I could think was... this is exactly where we're meant to be.

There's something about watching my husband on his knees that never gets old. But there's something even better about joining him down there. So I did. Slowly. Deliberately. I lowered myself until we were side by side, both of us at eye level with this beautiful cock, and I just took a moment to soak it all in.

Hubby was working it with everything he had. Spitting on it, slicking it up, his lips sliding up and down the shaft. I could hear every slurp, every gag, every desperate little breath he took between strokes. And I just watched. Admired. Let the heat build between my legs while I coached him.

"Slower," I whispered. "Deeper, more spit, open up wider."

And he did. God, he did. Hubby looked up at me with those eyes, the ones that beg for approval, and then went right back to sucking like his life depended on it. The stranger was moaning above us and I could tell he was fighting the urge to fuck Hubby's face. I almost wanted to let him.

But I needed a taste too.

I reached over and wrapped my fingers around the base of that cock, pulling it from Hubby's mouth with a wet pop. Before he could even react, I slapped it gently against his tongue. Once. Twice. Just enough to see his eyes flutter closed. Then I tapped it against his lips, teasing him with it, making him wait for it, before finally taking control myself.

Because let's be real here. I love cock. I mean I really fucking love cock. And this one... this one was absolutely perfect. Thick but not intimidating. Smooth skin, pretty tip, the kind of cock that looks good in your hand, in your mouth, between your tits. Everywhere. I stroked it slowly while I admired it, watching the way it twitched for me, the way a little bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and then dripped down.

I didn't make him wait long. My mouth found him again, and then we were sharing it. Passing it back and forth between us like the greedy little sluts we are. Hubby would lick the shaft while I sucked the tip. Then I'd pull back and let him take it deep while I kissed along his jaw and whispered filthy encouragement in his ear. The sounds in that room were absolutely depraved. Wet, messy, desperate. Two mouths on one cock, both of us fighting for it, both of us wanting to be the one to make him cum.

But I had other plans for that.

Eventually I pulled away, my lips swollen and my chin slick with spit, and I rose to my feet. I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. I walked over to the couch, and I bent over. Hands on the back of the couch, ass in the air, legs spread just enough to show him exactly what was waiting.

I looked back over my shoulder and there he was. The stranger. Already moving toward me, cock in hand, eyes locked on my pussy like he couldn't believe his luck. Hubby was still on his knees in the corner, watching, his own cock straining against his jeans, his mouth hanging open like he'd forgotten how to breathe.

I arched my back a little deeper. Pushed my hips back a little further. And waited. But before anything happened I turned and looked at my cuckold husband, still on his knees, still watching.

"Are you going to help slide this cock into me?"

He didn't even need to answer. Not with words anyway. He scrambled over, like the good little cuck he is, and I felt his hands on me immediately. One hand spreading my ass cheeks apart, opening me up, presenting me like a fucking gift. The other hand reaching over and wrapping around the stranger's cock, gripping it firmly, guiding it toward where it belonged.

I held my breath. Felt that thick tip press against my wet lips. And then Hubby pushed it forward, sliding that perfect cock right into my pussy, and I swear I saw stars.

From there I was in absolute heaven.

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks and he started fucking me with this deep, steady rhythm that had me moaning into the couch cushions. My tits swung with every thrust, my fingers clawed at the fabric, and Hubby just sat there watching his wife get pounded by another man's cock, stroking himself like the cuckold husband he is.

And it didn't stop on the couch. This guy had stamina. He bent me over the armrest. Then on all fours while he knelt behind me and drilled into me from a different angle that hit so deep I actually screamed. All I knew was cock. Thick, relentless cock stretching me open over and over while my husband watched and whimpered.

Eventually I needed to be in control. I pushed him back onto the couch and climbed on top, straddling his hips, and I sank down onto him so slowly I felt every single inch. His head fell back, his hands found my tits, and I rode him. Properly. The way a woman rides a cock when she wants to feel it in her stomach. I rolled my hips, I bounced, I leaned forward and let him suck my nipples while I ground down on him. I looked over at Hubby while I did it too. Made eye contact. Let him see the pleasure on my face, the sweat on my skin, the way my body was taking everything this stranger had to give.

When I finally climbed off, my legs were shaking and my pussy was dripping. But I wasn't done. Neither was he. That cock was still rock hard, glistening with my wetness, and I wanted it back in my mouth.

Hubby knew the drill. He crawled over without me even asking and joined me on his knees. We took turns again. I'd suck the tip while Hubby licked my juices off the shaft. Then I'd let Hubby deep throat him while I sucked on his balls. The stranger was groaning, his hands alternating between my hair and Hubby's, and I could tell he was getting close. Could feel it in the way his cock twitched, the way his breathing got ragged.

That's when I pulled away. I stood up and looked at both of them.

"I'm going to the bedroom."

I didn't wait for a response. I walked away, completely naked, my ass swaying with every step, leaving them both hard and desperate and absolutely aching for more.

Once we got into the bedroom, the stranger wasted absolutely no time. He threw me onto the bed, spread my legs, and fucked me again. 

From the bedroom looking in, you would see me on my back and hear, well, just moans. Just whimpers. Just the sound of skin slapping skin and his balls hitting my ass with every thrust.

He flipped me over into so many different positions and I loved it. By the time he finally let up, my legs were literally shaking. Not figuratively. Not dramatically. Actually trembling like I'd just run a marathon. I climbed off the bed and my knees nearly buckled the second my feet hit the floor. I had to walk it off. Pacing the room slowly, feeling the quiver in my thighs, letting the cool air hit my sweaty skin while I caught my breath.

That's when Hubby appeared at my side. His hands found my waist, then my hips, then started roaming over my stomach and up toward my tits. His fingers were gentle, exploratory, like he was re-familiarising himself with a body that had just been thoroughly claimed by another man. And normally? Normally I'd let him. Normally I'd enjoy the attention.

But not tonight.

"Stop playing with me," I said, pulling his hands off my body. "It's him you should be playing with."

The look on his face shifted instantly. He didn't argue. Didn't hesitate. He just turned around, walked over to the stranger who was still catching his breath on the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.

Next thing I know, Hubby's mouth is full of cock again. That same perfect cock that had just been inside me. He was keeping him hard. Keeping him ready. Doing exactly what a good cuckold husband is supposed to do.

I decided to slip out of the room for a bit. Grabbed a glass of water from the bathroom, leaned against the sink, and just listened. And fuck, the sounds coming from that bedroom were filthy. The stranger's low groans. I could hear Hubby slurping and gaggin then going back for more. The man was getting his mouth fucked just as thoroughly as I'd just had my pussy fucked, and honestly, it made me smile.

I took my time. Sipped my water. Let my heart rate settle. All the while listening to my husband get used like a toy in the next room, his throat being stretched, spit no doubt running down his chin and dripping onto his chest.

When I eventually walked back in, the sight was even better than the sounds. Hubby was on his knees, his face a mess of drool and pre-cum, strings of spit connecting his lips to that cock every time the stranger pulled back. His eyes were watering, his cheeks were flushed, and his mouth was being fucked with the same intensity I'd felt between my legs. The stranger had one hand in Hubby's hair, holding him in place, and he was thrusting into his throat.

I leaned against the doorframe, crossed my arms, and just watched. My husband. My cuckold. Face-fucked and drooling, keeping another man's cock warm and hard and ready for whatever I wanted next.

Watching this made my pussy wet all over again. There's just something about seeing my husband on his knees, mouth stuffed with cock, face glistening with spit and pre-cum, that does something to me.

I didn't wait. I didn't ease in. I laid back down on the bed and immediately had my pussy filled with a cock that my cuckold husband had so generously kept hard for me. The stranger slid right in, no resistance, no hesitation, my soaked pussy welcoming him home like he'd never left. I heard Hubby's wet, ragged breathing somewhere behind us as he watched his wife get stuffed yet again.

We found our rhythm quickly. His hips slapping against my ass, my fingers gripping the sheets, both of us breathing heavy and fast. That's when he leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear, and whispered something that made me fucking shiver.

"Make him suck your toes."

Oh. Oh, that was good. That was the kind of filthy, creative thinking that makes a girl fall in love with a stranger's cock.

I looked down toward the end of the bed where Hubby was sitting, still watching, still stroking himself like the desperate little cuck he is. I stretched my leg out, pointed my toes toward his face, and said “suck my toes.” He crawled forward on his hands and knees and took my foot in his hands. Then his mouth found my toes, sucking them one by one, his tongue sliding between them, his lips wrapping around them the same way they'd been wrapped around that cock minutes before.

So there I was. A stranger's thick cock sliding deep into my pussy from behind, hitting that perfect spot over and over, while my husband knelt at the bottom of the bed and worshipped my feet. The contrast was almost too much. The pleasure from both ends, the complete surrender of my husband, the absolute dominance of the man inside me. I could have stayed in that moment forever.

But the night wasn't over.

After he'd had his fill of watching Hubby suck my toes, the stranger pulled out and stood up on the bed. Hubby knew what was coming. He didn't even wait for instructions this time. He just crawled over and took that cock in his mouth, sucking it clean, tasting my pussy on the shaft, getting it slick and wet all over again. I watched for a moment, catching my breath, then crawled over and joined in. My mouth finding the tip while Hubby worked the base. Our tongues meeting around it. Sharing it. 

Then the stranger had enough of the foreplay.

He pushed me onto my back, grabbed my thighs, and spread me wide open. I barely had time to gasp before he was inside me again. It didn’t take long. It was passionate, it was real.

I felt him swell inside me. Felt that pulse, that twitch, that moment right before. And then he buried himself as deep as he could go and came. Hot, thick spurts flooding my pussy, filling me up so deep I knew I would be dripping cum for a long time.

He rolled off me and laughed. The first playful moment between us since we shut the hotel room door.

I couldn’t tell who had had more fun. Me? Hubby? This guy?

I could tell you though that Hubby needed to finish. I could see it on his face.

So I sat back on the bed and let him wank his cock. It was literally seconds before he shot it all over me. Not one shot. Continuous streams of cum just flying all over me.

And that’s how I could tell he loved it. All of it. I think we both finally realise… Hubby is going to be involved a lot more in my play dates from now on.