My Hotwife Journey Pt 56
“2 Weeks of Cock: A Horny Hotwife’s Diary of Getting Cock”
You know those days when your pussy just aches for it? Well actually the majority of people reading this are probably guys so I guess you don’t. I guess you can compare it to when your penis is just constantly hard and you can’t help but stroke it with your hand. Well for me it’s like, you're sitting there, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the table, and every little shift of your jeans against your clit makes you want to moan out loud? Yeah. Well anyway…that was me. Well… about two weeks ago, that was me. And let me tell you, when a horny hotiwfe gets that kind of itch, it's dangerous.

End of term, baby. That magical time when the lunchboxes get shoved to the back of the cupboard, the school run alarm gets switched off, and I finally get to trade my mum uniform of yoga pants and a messy bun for something a little more… me. And by me, I mean lace, stockings, and the kind of heels that make my husband's eyes go wide with that delicious mix of nerves and pure fucking hunger.

End of term means I finally get a little reprieve from day to day life. 

So I decided I was going to have a cock fest. A full-on, two-week, no-holds-barred, fuck-my-brains-out cock fest. The goal? Simple. 14 cocks in 14 days. One for every single day of these school holidays. A different man, a different hard, throbbing dick, stretching me out and filling me up every single day. Just the thought of it had me soaking through my panties before I'd even started.

So, where does a horny hotwife even begin a quest like this? I mean, you don't just walk down to the shops and pick a fresh cock off the shelf (though, god, wouldn't that be a world?). No, I did what any modern, dick-obsessed woman would do. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through my DMs.

Honestly, the sheer volume of guys sliding into my messages on a daily basis is ridiculous. It's a flood. A beautiful, ego-boosting flood of "heys" and dick pics. But here's the thing: when you're a busy mum, most of those conversations just fizzle out. I get distracted by a grocery list or a bloody school newsletter, and suddenly it's three weeks later and the poor guy has probably given up and moved on to someone with more free time and less laundry.

But now? Now I had time. So I started my search. I wasn't just looking for any dick. No, for this to be a true fest, there had to be standards. I scrolled past the blank profiles with zero posts. Pass. Scrolled past the grainy, unsolicited close-ups with no context. Double pass. I was looking for a real person. A real profile. A face photo that didn't look like it was taken on a potato. And, crucially, someone who had put in just a tiny bit more effort than "hey sexy."

And then, I found him.

And you know how it is, right? Opening those DMs is a gamble. It's a straight-up 50/50 coin toss. Heads, you get a time-waster who just wants to wank over the idea of meeting you but will ghost the second you suggest a time and place. Tails, you get a guy who's so fucking keen he's practically vibrating through the screen. Well, let me tell you, the universe was looking out for this horny hotwife because I flipped that coin and landed on tails. Hard.

He was super keen. Like, I've-never-seen-a-man-type-so-fast keen. Apparently, he'd been waiting for me to give him the green light for months. Months! He told me he'd practically worn a groove in his phone screen, refreshing my profile, hoping today would be the day I'd finally, finally ask him to fuck. His words, not mine. And honestly? The pure, desperate hunger in his messages sent a shiver straight down to my clit. I love a man who knows what he wants. And right now, what he wanted was me.

From that first "I'm free" message, it didn't take long. In fact, it didn't take long at all. When I say it moved fast, I mean he was available that very same night. The ink was barely dry on my filthy little plan and I already had my first cock locked and loaded. If that's not a great fucking start to the school holidays, I don't know what is.

So, with my heart doing a happy little flutter in my chest and a brand new, barely-there lace set hugging my curves under my dress, I left my hubby at home. He knew the deal. He knew the plan. And I could feel the heat of his gaze on my ass as I walked out the door, a silent, simmering mix of jealousy and pure, unadulterated lust. God, I love being a hotwife.

I arrived at the hotel and checked in. The air in the lobby was cool, but my skin was on fire. I got my key card, rode the lift up, and sent my new friend the room number. Then, I waited. I kicked off my shoes, and realised I don’t get as nervous as I use to. It’s a new feeling. It wasn't nerves. It was pure, electric anticipation.

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. A firm, confident knock. I took a deep breath, felt the slick heat already building between my legs, and walked over to open it. This was it. Cock number one. Day one. My two weeks of cock was officially about to begin.

And honestly? How bloody lucky am I that I married a cuck. While I'm standing here, hand on the door handle, pussy already tingling with anticipation, he's at home. Probably sitting on the couch, cock straining in his jeans, knowing full well his wife is in a hotel room about to get her tight little pussy stretched by a complete stranger. No fights. No jealousy. Just that beautiful, pathetic ache in his balls knowing another man is about to do what he never could. God, I love my life.

There was barely any small talk. I mean, what was there to say? We both knew why we were there. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on me like I was a five-course meal, and I walked right up to him, standing between his legs. He reached up, pulled me down, and then his mouth was on mine. Fuck, it was good. A deep, hungry, passionate kiss that said I've been waiting for this. His hands roamed my body, gripping my waist, sliding up my back, before he went straight for what he really wanted. My tits.

He didn't even bother getting my clothes off first. Just pushed the fabric aside, buried his face in my cleavage, and started sucking. Worshipping. Like my nipples were the only thing that mattered in the entire world. I threw my head back and just let him. God, it feels good to be appreciated.

Eventually, I peeled my dress off and stood there in nothing but my black lace lingerie set. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. I gave him a little smirk and guided his mouth right back to my breasts, letting him suck and lick and nibble through the sheer fabric until he finally sat back, just… staring. Admiring. Drinking me in like a man who truly understood what he was looking at. It's so much fucking fun having a guy who actually appreciates my best asset.

Then it was my turn. I helped him out of his clothes, piece by piece, until he was sitting there naked and hard. And there it was. Cock number one. It wasn't too big, wasn't too thick, but honestly? It was perfect. A cock anyone could have fun on. And it was pretty. You know the kind. The kind of cock that just looks good in your mouth.

So I dropped to my knees.

I looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes that say I'm about to ruin you, wrapped my hand around his shaft, and took him into my mouth. And I didn't just suck his cock. I worshipped it. Slow, teasing licks from base to tip. Swirling my tongue around the head. Taking him deep and letting the spit drip down his balls. He was moaning, gripping the sheets, muttering "fuck" under his breath.

Then he told me. "I never cum from blowjobs."

Oh, honey. Challenge fucking accepted.

I looked up at him, pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop, and smiled. "We'll see about that." Then I went to work. The sloppiest, messiest, gag-inducing deep throat I've ever given. Spit everywhere. Balls deep. No mercy. I let him hit the back of my throat over and over until my mascara was running and my jaw was aching and he was practically whimpering above me.

It didn't take long before his hands were on my shoulders, pushing me back.

"Stop…you have to stop or I'm gonna cum."

That's right, baby. This hotwife knows exactly what she's doing.

After that, he laid me back on the bed, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs. And fuck, he knew what he was doing. His tongue worked my clit in slow, deliberate circles while his fingers slid inside me, curling just right. I gripped the sheets, my back arching off the mattress as he ate me like a man starved. It didn't take long before I was coming undone on his tongue, moaning loud enough for the whole hotel floor to hear.

Then he climbed on top of me. He pushed my leg up, hooking it over his shoulder, practically folding me in half. I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy, teasing me for just a second before he slid all the way in. Deep. So fucking deep.
He started fucking me. Hard. Rhythmic. Every thrust hitting that perfect spot inside me. He reached down, pressing two fingers against my lips, and I sucked them into my mouth without thinking. My moans muffled around his fingers as he pounded into me, the bed creaking beneath us, skin slapping against skin.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered against his hand.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth, gripping my hip instead, drilling into me even harder.

"I want you to cum in me," I gasped, looking up at him with desperate eyes. "You're fucking me so good."

His jaw clenched. His pace quickened. I could feel him throbbing inside me, getting closer.

"I want you to fill me up," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. "Oh, you're fucking me so good. Don't stop."

He grunted, slamming into me over and over, his rhythm getting sloppy, more urgent. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck yes. Cum in me. Fill me up."

His breath hitched. His body tensed.

"Oh fuck yes…"

And then he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled deep inside my pussy, pumping every last drop into me.

"Yesss…" I hissed, feeling the warmth spread through me, my own pussy clenching around him, milking every bit of cum he had.

There it was. Cock number one. Filled. And it was only day one.

Short, sweet and full of cum. Just the way I like it. I wasn’t done though.

I sent Hubby an audio clip of me getting filled up. It went for about 30 seconds.

About a minute later he sent me a picture of his cock in his hand and cum everywhere.

Successful cuckold date.

Now off to get my next cock.