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"Hi, little puppy."

"What have you been up to?"

"Just reading on the couch, a little bored."

"Is he back?"

"He should be. I've been waiting for him."

"Message me when he comes."

"I'll think about it, hah."

"Miss you, text me soon."

"Miss you too, my little puppy. Take care."

John and I have been together for 8 years, 8 long years of love, communication, and energy. But our relationship has been slow, quite slow. It was only in the last 3 years that we decided to explore new pleasures in our lives.

To me, John is the love of my life. But ever since our marriage 4 years ago, we have been in a female-led relationship. Don’t get me wrong. One of the most beautiful things about our marriage is the sense of the unknown. I love putting him on his toes, especially with chastity cages, which, surprisingly, he was the one who mentioned. This brought a few complications. Having him in a cage meant I didn’t get to have any dick inside me, and trust me, I’ve masturbated several times seeing him in a cage using my vibrator. But I need an actual dick.

So, it was decided we needed to do something about it. I came up with an idea: I get to sleep around with men while he remains pussy-free. In other words, hotwifing.

But we needed to meet someone to satisfy my needs. Luckily for me, a few hundred guys swiped on me on a dating app, plenty to choose from. After several dates, obviously with hubby paying for it, I finally found my guy. Oh boy, he was everything: the charisma, the charm, the accent, his tone when he’s in charge. Ugh, it drove me into heaven, and I could not come down.

He was 5 years older than me, but we made it work, Brandon and I. I was firm on how often we would meet and made sure my hubby was totally okay with it. Luckily, he was. I eased him into it. The first three months we met regularly once every three weeks. The last two months it’s been once every two weeks, and a few hours ago I decided to change it to every week. My hubby had no choice but to agree. Oh, I love him so much for it.

A few hours ago:

“W-where are you going?” I hear him softly quiver as he watches me adjust my headband and comb my hair, sitting in front of the mirror at my makeup vanity desk.

“Brandon’s place. I want to spend the night.” My voice stern, firm, unwavering.

“I… I thought it was next week.” Poor puppy thinks he’s in charge. I can hear him shake already, and I think he is enjoying the sudden shift in our schedule.

“I know. Well, I’ve changed it. I want to meet him every week. We spoke about it last month and agreed: Saturdays, every week, at 6 pm. I’ll be back home tomorrow at 11 am after breakfast.” My voice is colored with softness, yet I feel so assertive.

“B-but…” I see him sitting down on the edge of the bed from the mirror as I put on my earrings that Brandon likes.
“Hmm? You got something to say?” I turn around slightly.

“Can I… may I come along?” His voice suddenly goes high in pitch, aww.

“And what will you do? Sit and stare? No, that’s not happening, and neither does he. If we decide to have you on board, we’ll let you know.” It’s obvious that Brandon and I want privacy and don’t want anyone around us.

I continue, “Also, no calling, only texts, and no calling late at night, please, unless it’s a life-or-death situation.” My hubby gets very attached to me, and trust me, I love him so much. I go crazy for boys who get attached to me, so you can imagine how wild I am for my husband.

Oh, come on, I still like being fucked by other men, and a girl can have more than one lover, right? ahem

“Anyway, I have to leave. Be on your best behavior.” As I leave, putting a book in my bag just in case, and since I’m actually loving this book I’m reading, I turn around and notice my subby’s chastity key. “Oops! Almost forgot. No getting out until I come back home tomorrow.” I kiss my puppy on the cheeks and whisper, “I love you, be good!”

As I get in my car, I message Brandon, “Can’t wait for tonight, I’m so excited .”

“Me too, craving you so damn bad . Will be a bit late. At the gym. Make yourself comfortable. You have the key, right?”

“Yup! Can’t wait, come soon.”

“I will .”

I finally reach Brandon’s apartment. It’s very retro, with wooden floors, brick walls, and a couch that looks slightly stitched up, but it smells incredible. He always has incense lit and an automated air filter, which I was luckily able to get for John and me too. Life changer. I message my hubby, of course, and we exchange a few texts until I hear Brandon come in.

Present:

“Hey you!” you greet me in a very sweet, luscious tone. It is always slightly sing-songy.

“Hey handsome!”

“Glad to know you are wearing my favorite nightgown.”

“Especially for you, not even for my hubby,” I say with such admiration for Brandon.

“What did he say about you coming?” I hear you get curious. You like to know a lot about him. It’s sweet and so sexy.

“He was questioning me, but he had no choice but to agree.” I smile, giggling a bit.

“Mmhmm, that’s good to know. Is he locked?” Oh, Brandon, you know the answer. Why must you ask it every time?

“Come on, he hasn’t been unlocked for a few months now, unless you count the occasional cleaning, hehe. I got his key in my purse.” My eyes roll to the purse on the table.

“Oh?” I see you remove your shirt. “Oh~” My heart flutters. Didn’t know how quickly you wanted me.

“You… you aren’t going to shower or anything?” Please say no, please say no, please say no.

“No.” You reply. Oh my god, I love how dirty you can smell sometimes. It drives my body wild, the masculine stench on your body, ugh! I’ve always loved fucking you when you are sweaty.

“I know we just fucked last week, but, but I have been think-thinking…” You ruffle me up. You bring my body to the edge of the couch, your hands moving up my thighs.

“Fuck, I love your white thigh-high socks. They drive me nuts.”

“Mmhmm, listen, listen…” I can’t even fucking think whenever you handle my tiny body. “Ngh~” Oh goodness, your bulge from those gray track pants is so big.

“I forgot to mention e-earlier…” My breath is heavy. You’re the only one I get to fuck, but every time I see you, my brain becomes like jelly.

“Ahn!” You run your hands up and down my calves, and your cock is aching through those pants. I can see it wiggle a little, twitching.

“I need to tell you something…”

“What?” You lift my legs up to your shoulders. I obviously have no panties. I never have any when I am with you. You hate when I wear them.

“I’ve decided to be on birth control.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I say this? I always let him cum on my ass or in my mouth.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice deepens. Oh fuck, don’t, don’t fucking tell me you want to cum inside me with that voice.

“Mmhmm, and…” I want to tell you I’m ovulating today, but ugh, it feels so contradicting and wrong.

You remove your pants and shorts. Fuck! That cock is everything to me, far bigger than John’s. I knew I picked the right guy to stretch me out.

“And?”

“And nothing, just thought you should know.” You yank me close. “Ahn! Be gentle.” I whimper at the thought of you using me tonight. I throw the book down on the table next to us. My hands stretch up as my soft pits radiate the scent of roses.

You spread my left leg around your waist while my right reaches up to your shoulders. You lean in toward me, on top of me. I whimper subtly, “Oh~” Your cock is so stiff already. Does that mean you want me as much as I do? “Goodness, you are always so hard for me, hehe~”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“I am crazy.”

“The kind I like.” You lift your thick cock and rub it over my pussy, making me feel it move up and down. Oh, your tip makes me quiver as it rubs over my clit. I go so mushy for that. My lips bite down. “Ngh! D-don’t fucking tease me.”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Stretch your pussy out,” I say with a smile as my inner eyebrows rise. You like it when I refer to my pussy as yours. It drives you crazy.

“Oh god!” You slip it in. The tip stretches me out. I’ll never get tired of how you make me feel. It always feels so good. I love it. I put my hand over your chest as you lean inward, pushing your way inside me as my vagina welcomes you. It feels incredible how we begin to merge as one as you lock my hands over my head. Trapped beneath you, I have nowhere to go.

As my vestibular bulbs engorge, my body is driven into overdrive. Oversensitivity blooms across every single pore of my body. I am nowhere to be found except in the reflections of your eyes. I adjust my hips as you slowly move back and forth, thrusting deeper yet maintaining a soft, slower pace. You rarely make any noise, but I can hear your breathing. It gets heavier and heavier.

“Oh, b-baby, you feel so good.” I love talking to you, even when I know you rarely respond. My walls lubricate, making it much easier for you to move in and out of my tight pussy.

You pull out, and my legs instantly shake; it doesn't take too long for you to make me cum. "Fuck!" you whisper. I know I drive you crazy. You lie on the couch, completely removing your pants from your ankles. Your cock is so stiff and long; it feels so mesmerizing. You lifted me onto you like I'm a little doll; it was so easy. “Eek! Hehe!”

I wiggled your cock over my pussy, pressing it against my hole, as your hands tightly hold my thighs and lower me down slowly. "Oh, fuckkkk!” My toes curl, my hips arch, and you are so deep inside.

"Slowly Don’t even fucking move without my permission.”

“I won’t, mmhmm!” You control my body so perfectly; my heart is racing, and my nipples are erect.

Just as I am moving slowly and steadily up and down your length, I see you looking at me as my hair drapes down you, my hands around your neck. "You know birth control only has a 99% chance of succeeding.” You say with a very flirtatious tone.

Oh, fuck, Brandon, what are you trying to say? Are you hoping it’s the 1% that fails me? Don't tell me you want me to have your baby.

"Mmhmm, w-what does that mean?” I speak softly.

"Just letting you know what is possible and what isn’t.”

Goodness, I cannot have a baby right now, not yours. But fuck, why does the thought of my BC failing turn me on so fucking much!

“AH!” Oh my god, I squirt all over your cock. It's never happened before, fuck! I instantly put your cock back inside; it's so wet and sticky from our liquids of love. My pussy bounces faster on your cock as my legs lie on your sides, toes curled.
"You like when I fuck this married pussy, huh?”

"Uh-huh, your married pussy, mmh, mmh, mmh!” I continuous moan as I feel you deep inside my body.

"I'm going to cum inside; I'm not going to pull out.” Your voice got lower and far more arousing; it had that kind of tone that usually happens when you wake up from sleep. It was so sexy and demanding. I could not even say no.

"Fill me up to the brim!” I say as the sound of parts collide, our skins make such a percussive noise as I bounce up and down your long length, stretching this tight pussy up.

Your hands rush over my body, my curves and my soft, tiny breasts. My head tilts upward as I take your large hands and guide them to my breasts. You grab one so firmly as you lean forward to suck on my nipples.

“I’m… I’m going to cum,” you say, and I can feel the frustration you’ve had for so many months from not cumming inside me.

This evening was something you have wanted and waited for so long. I just know I’m going to feel every drop inside me.

“Me too!” I grab your neck. My back arches forward as I keep thrusting on your cock, plap, plap, plap.

Your hand squeezes around my hips, and your hips tighten as you thrust your final stroke inside me as deep as possible. Your hands move into position over my neck and around my lower back, holding me tightly as I rest my mouth near your neck, close to your ear, whimpering soft moans. “Ahn, mhm~,” as you let out the loudest grunt, your heavy, thick load rushing inside me. “Urgh, argh, ugh!”

“It… it feels so w-warm~,” I say with such pleasure as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I don’t know when the last time was that I was creampied. I’ve taken my hubby inside me multiple times, and he’s cum a few times, but since he’s been caged, it’s never happened at all.

“Fuck, this was so good. Please tell me there’s more.” I smile, chuckling as you completely rip me apart. You lift me, my legs wrapped around your hips. “Eep! Hahaha, where are we going?” I let out a squeak as you completely encapsulate me in your arms.

“Shower, and you’re joining me.”

“Heh, okay.” I mean, how could I say no? I love how assertive you are with me. It drives me crazy.

Fin.

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