MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 58

“10 guys in one day”
Okay, so this is one I've been fantasising about for a LONG time. And if you've been following me, you know I'm no stranger to a bit of fun.

I've done threesomes. I've done gangbangs. But there's one thing that has always been sitting at the top of my fantasy list that I'd never actually ticked off... a train. One guy after the other, until I literally can't take any more. 

I won't bore you with all the details of how it all came together (trust me, the good stuff comes later), but I have to give credit where credit is due. The task of finding the guys went to my hubby. And honestly? It's the least he could do... plus I know this is one of HIS biggest fantasies too, so really, everybody wins. 

Now, I didn't ask too many questions about the logistics. What I DO know is this: we started with a list of around 25 guys... by the day of, we had 16 lined up and ready.

On the actual day? Only 9 came through.

And let me tell you... 9 was still SO. MUCH. FUN.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I made Hubby take a day off work. I had a little giggle at the thought of Hubby ringing up his boss and saying… “Sorry I can’t come in to work today because my wife is having a train run on her.

We headed to the hotel and checked in around 9am- thank god for Day Use hotels. I mean surely that was purely made for people having lunch time rumps.

Guy Number 1

He messaged Hubby as soon as he was in the lift lobby, and Hubby went straight down to collect him. He told me later he had to walk him straight past all the cleaners on our level... holding a straight face the whole way. 

Hubby knocked on the door, and as planned, I was already there waiting on all fours, ass in the air, already dripping at the thought of what was about to happen.

They walked in, exchanged smiles, and honestly? He got undressed SO fast. He was tall, silver foxed, and very fit. I liked what I saw. 

Within seconds he was on the bed, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming all over my body before I turned around, got on all fours and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was already rock hard for me, and I could taste how eager he was. I took him deep, feeling him throb against my tongue while Hubby watched.

But he didn't want to wait any longer. He had me flipped onto my back within minutes, spreading my legs and sliding his cock into my already soaking wet pussy. And FUCK, he felt good. His cock was the perfect size... thick enough to fill me with every single stroke, hitting me in exactly the right spot. He gripped my hips and fucked me deep and steady, and I could hear how wet I was for him. I could tell he was enjoying himself... his breathing got heavier, his strokes harder.

I could feel his orgasm building... that tell-tale moment where his rhythm stutters and his cock swells inside me. Before long he pulled out and came hard all over my pussy and belly, moaning as he covered me. 

But the BEST part? He wasn't done. He slid his still hard cock right back into my dripping, cum-covered pussy and kept fucking me. How good is that?! A man who knows the job isn't finished until I say it is. 

We kissed, had a quick chat while he got dressed, he shook Hubby's hand (I love when guys do that- it’s like they are saying “thanks for sharing your wife’s holes with me)... and off he went.

One down. Eight to go.

Guy Number 2

Once again Hubby walked out past the cleaners... not ashamed yet, still holding that straight face, and picked up my next guy.

This guy had flown down from Queensland JUST for this. I mean, three years ago I would never have imagined guys would be flying interstate to fuck my married pussy, but here we are. What a fucking life. 

They walked into the room and got the same view: me on all fours, ass up, pussy still glistening from the first guy's cum, waiting like a good girl.

This guy was handsome. Well dressed, CEO aura, you could just tell he was someone of importance. The kind of man who gives orders all day and probably never begs for anything.

He undressed slowly, like he owned the room, and started kissing me deep and slow, mirroring the first guy to a tee... although this time, after I finished sucking him off, getting him rock hard and throbbing between my lips, he didn't put me on my back. He pushed me down, kept me on all fours, and slid his thicker cock into me from behind. The biggest stretch of the day so far. I gasped as he stretched me open, filling me more than the first guy, hitting deeper walls as he gripped my hips and started pounding. 

He fucked me in doggy for a while, my face buried in the pillow, moaning as his heavy balls slapped against my clit with every stroke.

I turned back around and sucked him off again, tasting myself mixed with his precum, taking him deep until my eyes watered.

That's when he let me know he was struggling to cum. Which was fine with me, because I had already cum HARD on his cock, my legs trembling as I clenched around him.

We kept going. He even got down and ate out my used, swollen pussy... licking up the mess from before, getting me wet and sensitive all over again, making me shudder against his tongue.

After a while he apologised, looked genuinely frustrated, and had me straddle him instead. We made out like two lovers, slow and deep, his hands all over my body while I ground against him, feeling him throb but never spill.

He got dressed... once again apologised for not giving me the load I really wanted... and left.

I didn't mind. I got two orgasms out of him and the train kept rolling.

Guy Number 3

I knew exactly what was coming with this one. I'd fucked him multiple times before, and if you've been really following along, you know I even sent Hubby to his office to blow him too. 

So there were no surprises when he walked through the door. He knew the brief. He knew my body. And he fulfilled it to fucking perfection.

He kissed me first, deep and familiar, before going straight for my breasts - his favourite part, always has been. He sucked and teased my nipples until they were aching, almost sucked me dry, his hands rough and greedy as he groped and squeezed.

Then he threw me back onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and slid into me in one hard stroke. No teasing, no warming up. He knows I don't need it. I've always loved how he just takes command, uses me like he owns me in that moment. He picked me up, still buried inside me, and fucked me while he held me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his huge arms, bouncing me on his cock like I weighed nothing. 

From there he bent me over, fucked me in doggy, pulling my arms behind me, yanking my head back by my hair and having his way. Then he folded me in half, my legs up next to his ears, and really started to pile drive me. Deep, hard, relentless strokes. I knew exactly what was cumming next.

He unloaded deep into my pussy. I felt every pulse, every throb as he flooded me, gripping my hips and holding himself there, emptying every drop. 

While we caught our breath, we had a little laugh - this was the first time all three of us had actually been in a room together. As he pulled out and went to get dressed, I looked over at Hubby for the first time that day and noticed... his pants were off. And I could see exactly how hard his little cock was, straining against its cage, leaking and desperate.

As our friend got dressed, I walked over to Hubby, reached down and squeezed his full, heavy balls in my palm, feeling him twitch. I asked him if this was everything he'd ever imagined.

He smiled, breathless, and said... it was so much better.

Guy Number 4

I once again sent Hubby out to get our next guy. He was starting to get a little self-conscious now, because most of the cleaners had definitely seen him parade three guys into our room, each one leaving after about 15 minutes. For me? It made everything hotter. I love that he had to do the walk of shame over and over, knowing exactly what was happening behind that closed door. 😏

This next guy was a surprise. As he walked through and saw me on the bed, I felt like I recognised him. It wasn't until he said "I fucking knew you were even better in person" that I realised - he'd been trying to get inside me for the LONGEST time. And if I remembered correctly... his cock was massive. 

I got on my knees in front of him, started sucking, and couldn't help but pull back to admire. When he pulled his pants down, it looked regular... but once I wrapped my lips around him and started working him with my tongue, I realised I was in for a treat. It just kept growing. Thickening, lengthening, throbbing against my tongue until I was struggling to take him. By the time he was fully hard, he was as long and thick as my forearm, heavy and veiny, stretching my jaw wide. 

I laid back in missionary, my pussy still full of cum from guy 3, and that mess helped him slide into me easily... at first. Then I felt it. The stretch. That delicious feeling as my walls clenched around him, adapting to his size. He fucked me slow and deep, letting me feel every inch, before bending me over and pounding me in doggy, gripping my hips so hard I knew I'd bruise.

When I get a cock this big, I always HAVE to ride them. So I climbed on top, sliding down until I was fully impaled, my hands on his chest for balance. It was SO much fun. I could bounce on his cock so much better than I bounce on Hubby's, thanks to his sheer length. I was lifting and dropping, grinding and circling, using him exactly how I needed, my tits bouncing, my cum-slicked thighs slapping against him.

Once I couldn't take anymore, my legs trembling, my pussy raw and overstimulated, he laid me down on my back and filled me up again. My third load of the day, but my biggest cock yet. I felt every hot pulse as he emptied himself deep, my used hole twitching around him, milking him dry.

Now some of you might be asking… what the hell was going through my mind at this stage. I mean I’m on all fours waiting as each time a new guy walks through the door. Well I can tell you..I was fucking LOVING my day. Four guys down, pussy full of three loads, stretched, swollen, and absolutely spent... and I'm only halfway through. A few years ago I would never have imagined this would be how I spent a day off work. I mean what a wild way to meet new people, right? I mean, fuck speed dating - how about speed fucking? Get in, make me cum, fill me up, next please. 🔥

My favourite part though? Watching Hubby's cage get tighter with every guy that walks through that door. He's seen my pussy take more cock in one morning than he's had in months. And we both know he wouldn't have it any other way. 

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