MY HOTWIFE JOURNEY Pt. 58

“10 guys in one day” - PART 2

Guy Number 5
Possibly the oldest guy I have EVER been with. Silver foxed, distinguished, and walked in so confident, like he had years of making women cum under his belt and knew exactly what he was doing. 

Once again I was on all fours, but this time I went to him. I undressed him myself, slowly, letting my hands roam over his body, then took his hands and led him back to the bed.

He stood next to the bed and I resumed my position on all fours, ass up, and started sucking his beautiful thick cock. He just watched me, hands resting lightly on my head, taking in the sight. And I could only imagine what was going through his mind... this woman on her knees for him, sucking him off like it was the only thing that mattered. I'm sure it brought memories of his glory days flooding back. 
From there he put me on my back and leaned forward to admire my tits. He suckled on them slowly, teasing my nipples with his tongue, and was visibly SHOCKED when he tasted my milk. I couldn't help myself - I squeezed and squirted my milk right at him, letting him enjoy the experience of being with a lactating mum. He got the taste of it, and honestly? It turned him on even more. 

He soon slipped his cock into my pussy. And even after taking the biggest cock of the day, his thick shaft still stretched me, filling me up and pulling a moan straight out of my throat. He sure as hell knew how to fuck. Within seconds I was moaning so loud I had to bury my face in the pillow to muffle myself, remembering those cleaners were RIGHT outside.

What made it even hotter was the look on his face. That smug, satisfied look. Knowing my pussy was making his whole day... made me so wet…not that I needed to be. 

It didn't take long for him to cum, though. He picked up the pace, grabbed my tits again, squeezing them hard as he ploughed into my soaking wet pussy. "I'm going to cum," he growled. And that's all I needed to hear. He shot a load deep in my pussy before pulling out and finishing all over me... I think possibly the biggest load of the day, hot and thick, covering my tits, my belly, dripping down onto my thighs. 

But what was EVEN hotter? When he got up to get changed, Hubby came over. He reached down, played with the cum pooling on my skin, coating his fingers in it,  he scooped it all up and finger fucked it back into me. Feeling him push that load deep inside while his cock strained in its cage... yeah, that was definitely one of my favourite moments all day. 

Guy Number 6
By now, Hubby was looking properly sheepish every single time I sent him down to collect the next guy. All the cleaners were definitely aware of what was happening in our room by now. And if they somehow hadn't seen him parading guys in one by one... they sure as hell had HEARD me. 

Now, I have never felt this feeling before. What Guy Number 6 gave me. I never knew what it felt like to be famous... but I do now. Before he'd even got undressed, he was praising me, thanking me, barely believing how lucky he was to finally get the chance to fuck me. You see, this guy had been following me FOREVER. He told me he couldn't believe the amount of times he'd cum to me over the years... and now he was finally going to get the chance to cum IN me. 

To be totally honest? This is a guy I never would have fucked if it wasn't for my desperate need to have cock in me. He was older, hairy, losing his hair... but he was so, so sweet. I slowly undressed him, took his cock out - a little underwhelming, I won't lie - but I was in one of those moods, and a hole is a hole when you're this hungry. 

I sucked him off while he just kept mumbling about how he still couldn't believe this was happening. Once he was hard, I got into doggy for him, presenting my well-used, cum-dripping hole, and he slid right in.

I'd love to tell you he fucked amazingly... but within a minute, I felt him tense up and unload a HUGE load deep into my pussy. All those years of waiting and fantasising... and he lasted sixty seconds. And honestly? I LOVED it. There's something so good about being that much of a fantasy that a guy blows his load on contact. 

Hubby got nice and close and watched as all that cum leaked out of me, dripping down my thighs.

Because he came so quickly, he apologised and we started chatting... well, I wasn't chatting. I was being WORSHIPPED. Compliments, gratitude, adoration. And I won't lie... it felt kind of hot. Being someone's ultimate fantasy, lying there used and dripping while he thanked me for existing.

Before long, he looked down and admitted he was getting hard again... and asked if he could have a second go.

Who am I to refuse another load? 

What he did next surprised me though. He got down on the bed and started eating me out. Tongue deep in my pussy, knowing FULL well he was the sixth guy of the day to use it, licking up the mixed mess of me and the other guys. No hesitation. Just hunger.

Then he climbed on top of me and slid back in for round two, fucking me a little longer this time before shooting his second load into my already overflowing pussy.

Fuck. I am a cumslut. Taking TWO loads from a guy who absolutely worshipped me and who I had zero interest in... and thinking about it now still turns me on so, so much. 

Apparently Hubby too. He told me later that watching a guy fuck me who would have zero chance in real life... was so hot. 

Guy Number 7
As Hubby came back into the room for the seventh time today, I looked past him... and sure enough, locked eyes with a cleaner right outside. They were across the hall, and THREE of them were just standing there. Listening. 

And you know what? What the hell. If they wanted to listen, good on them. This is what day use hotels are for, right? 

The next guy got undressed, and if I thought the last guy was hairy... this one had him beat. Middle Eastern, and English wasn't his first language. He made it clear straight away that he was here for one thing. Me.

He undressed himself without a word and walked straight over to the bed. I didn't say anything either - I just started sucking his cock immediately. He grabbed the back of my head and made me take it properly. Pushing me down hard so his cock hit the back of my throat, holding me there, using my mouth like it was made for him. It was crystal clear he just needed to cum, and he wanted to use me to get there. 

After sucking him for a while, he put me in doggy - and he didn't ease his way in. He just shoved straight into my soaked, cum-filled pussy and started fucking me hard and fast. Gripping my hips, yanking me back onto him with every stroke, spanking my ass so hard the crack echoed. He grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and asked me if I loved it.

I was being PROPERLY used.

At one stage he pulled his cock all the way out... shoved it back in... pulled out... shoved back in... over and over, watching my hole gape and drip before slamming home again. Then he told Hubby to come closer. "Look at it," he said, making my husband lean in and watch my used pussy stretched around him. 

He flipped me onto my back and slid in again, fucking me hard and fast for about ten seconds before changing his mind, flipping me back to doggy so he could pound me from behind again. He knew what he wanted and wasted zero time.

He didn't care about making me cum. He didn't care about my comfort. He treated me like nothing more than a hole, and fuck... that's exactly what I wanted.

He turned to Hubby and told him he was going to cum inside me - at least, that's what I THINK he said. A few seconds later he grabbed me, pulled me in tighter against him, and came DEEP in my pussy. Another load. Another cock. And a fuck that felt exactly like I'd always envisioned a train to be.

Guy Number 8

By now, my pussy was starting to feel properly used. Sore, swollen, sensitive in the best way. The last guy had left pretty quickly, but that worked out perfectly... because Guy Number 8 was already waiting.

Hubby went and got him straight away - clearly coming to terms with the fact that the cleaners 100% knew his wife was getting a train run on her. 

This guy made it clear he had to be quick. He was still technically ON THE JOB. We had a little giggle about that. What a day... what a life. 

He took his clothes off quickly, and I could tell he sat at a desk a lot. He had a belly on him, but a very thick cock hanging beneath it. I once again resumed my position... all fours, mouth open... only this time I had to turn my head to the side just to reach his cock without being blocked by his belly. 

And honestly? I think knowing these guys weren't my regular type made everything SO much hotter. Knowing they got to fuck me, cum in me, use me... when in a normal life, they probably never would have gotten the chance. There's something so dirty and delicious about that.

After sucking him off, getting him rock hard, he turned me onto all fours and just fucked me until he came. No fuss, no games. In, out, pound, done. Another hot load dumped deep in my already overflowing pussy. Just what I wanted. 

As guy number 8 got dressed  Hubby came over to inspect my cum-dripped pussy... and licked it better, because by that stage I was swollen, sore and sensitive, and his tongue felt like heaven on my wrecked, leaking hole. He didn’t do it for long… but knowing he was locked… caged… and as horny as me made me realise… I love being married to him.

Guy Number 9
I thought I had more time, so I sent Hubby down to get me some food and refreshments... but while he was out... Guy Number 9 arrived. 

And a cheeky thought crossed my mind. Maybe this time... I'll have Hubby wait outside.

So without Hubby even knowing, I invited Number 9 up to my room. He walked straight in - the first guy all day WITHOUT my husband there to watch. No audience. No cage rattling in the corner. Just me, my swollen pussy, and a stranger.

Now, Number 9 was a little different. He was a last-minute inclusion... someone we genuinely didn't think was coming, and neither did he. Thumbs up for the commitment, right? 😂

But there was one problem. He hadn't had a test... and you know I HATE condoms. So I had to get creative.

I had him jerk off while I played with my own pussy, putting on a show. Two hands, two cocks, both of us working ourselves, watching each other. He loved it. He got to touch my body, explore it slowly, his hands roaming over my tits and my thighs, imagining what my wet pussy felt like as he stroked himself. I spat on his cock to give him some lubricant, and fuck, it looked SO good wrapped in his fist - thick, glistening, twitching with every stroke.

I was building myself up, rubbing my clit, about to self-inflict another orgasm on my aching, used body... and he kept stroking, matching my rhythm.

Then he asked. "Can I feel your pussy?"

And by that stage, I just needed him to touch me. I needed fingers inside me. I spread my legs wider and let him in.

As soon as he slipped his fingers inside my soaking, cum-flooded hole, I grabbed his cock and jerked it. It was almost instant. All over me. My tits were DRENCHED - hot ropes of cum across my chest, my nipples, my belly. He didn't even get to fuck me... but honestly? Watching him lose it the second he felt how wet I was, was its own kind of perfect.

Hubby

He quickly showered and left. Hubby hadn't even made it back yet.

But when he walked through that door, I surprised him. I told him ALL about it. Every detail. How I let a stranger up to our room while he was downstairs buying me snacks, how he touched me, how he came all over my tits the second his fingers slipped inside me.

Hubby just stood there. Shocked. Processing.

Then he smiled and said... "Does that mean I can cum now?"
I laughed SO hard.  He had done SO well. He'd watched eight guys fuck me. He'd walked past those cleaners nine times. He'd listened to my full recap of guy number nine exploding all over me without him even there. And through it all, his poor locked-up cock hadn't been touched once.

Who was I to deny his orgasm any longer?

I unlocked him, and WOW. I was amazed his cage had even managed to keep that hard cock contained. He was like a rock. Rock hard, throbbing, leaking, desperate after hours of watching me take load after load.

As soon as that cage came off, I dropped to my knees and sucked him. I knew it wouldn't last long... but he had other ideas. He had me turn around, hung my head off the edge of the bed, and he used my mouth like it was my pussy. Fucking my throat right down to his balls, deep and hard, the way only a man who's been caged all day can. 

He turned me around, ate my ass, and then told me he couldn't take it anymore.

Now, you all know Hubby has the best cumshot you'll see ANYWHERE on the internet... but even I wasn't ready for this. When he came all over my face, the first two ropes shot clear OVER the queen size bed and hit the opposite wall. The opposite. Wall. 

I guess he enjoyed himself.

The rest of it absolutely covered my face. Dripping off my chin, into my eyes, all over my lips. And you know what? No one else all day got to cum on my face. That was my way of showing him that no matter how many cocks I take... he's still my number one. 

What. A. Day.

Fuck, what a day. Nine guys, one after the other, each one using me exactly how they wanted - and me loving every second of it. My pussy was sore, swollen, stretched and dripping, and honestly? I've never felt more alive. There's something so fucking hot about being used like that, about being nothing more than a warm hole for man after man, knowing they'd never get the chance in real life, knowing my husband was caged in the corner watching every single one of them take what he couldn't. And let me be clear about one thing - this was NOT a one time thing. This was the first train of many. I've tasted it now, and I want it again... and again... and again.

Till next time…