As I walked through the front door,…
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. My husband, Jim, was sitting on the couch, watching TV, oblivious that I had just returned from a date with one of my lovers. I couldn’t wait to tell him all about it.
I sauntered over to the couch, my hips swaying seductively as I made my way over to him. I could feel the cum dripping down my thighs, a reminder of the intense orgasm I had just experienced. I plopped down beside him, not bothering to hide the sly grin spreading across my face.
“Hey, babe,” I said, my voice husky and suggestive. “I had a great time tonight.” Jim looked over at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Oh yeah? What did you do?”
I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I got fucked. Hard. And I loved every minute of it.” Jim’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. “Tell me more,” he growled, his hand reaching out to stroke my thigh.
I spread my legs, giving him a glimpse of the cum dripping down my thighs. “He was so big and strong, filling me up several times,” I purred, my voice dripping with satisfaction.
Jim’s face twisted in a mixture of desire and jealousy. “You’re such a dirty slut,” he muttered, his hand slipping under my skirt to stroke my pussy.
I moaned, my body responding to his touch. “You have no idea how good it felt to have him inside me,” I whispered, my hips arching up to meet his touch.
Jim’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “I think I have a good idea,” he growled, his hand moving faster, harder.
I threw my head back, my body writhing in pleasure as Jim’s fingers danced across my clit. “Oh, God,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
Without warning, Jim yanked me up, his hands grasping my ass as he pulled me onto his lap. “I need to fuck you,” he growled, his dick already hard and throbbing.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my pussy grinding against his cock. “Fuck me, then,” I purred, my voice husky and demanding.
Jim didn’t need any further encouragement. He plunged deep inside my already cum filled pussy, leaving me breathless. I arched back, my body screaming in pleasure as Jim fucked me with a ferocity that left me screaming.
As we came together, our bodies trembling with pleasure, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I was a hotwife, and I loved every minute of it.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Jim whispered, his body trembling with pleasure. “I’m the lucky one,” I purred, my voice husky with satisfaction. “I get to have my cake and eat it too.” Jim chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re such a dirty girl,” he muttered, his hand stroking my thigh.
I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. “You love it,” I whispered, my voice husky and confident. Jim’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration.
I smiled, my heart swelling with love. “I love you too,” I whispered, barely audible. As we sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew I had found my perfect match. I was a hotwife, and I had found a husband who loved me for who I was, cum dripping down my thighs and all.
