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Returning from the cuckqueen

Sorry this was so late...

See my last post about my visit to a husband whose wife watched him fuck me in their bedroom.

After getting in my car, I texted my husband I was on my way home, so be ready. He tried to call twice: we often chat when we're driving, but I wanted to save any details or talk for when I got home. Let him live in suspense.

He was standing in the doorway as I opened the garage door, sporting a semi through his pajama pants. We embraced in the entryway, him grabbing my ass tightly and his erection definitely growing. I knew I still smelled of sex and sweat, and I knew this and my disheveled look were having their full effect on my husband.

We walked silently to our bedroom, and tore one another's clothing off as we made our way to our marital bed. He was on top of me right away, French kissing me deeply and exploring my body and squeezing my breasts, ass, and inner thighs, never quite touching my pussy. I wanted him badly, and I was having trouble breathing with my excitement.

But I managed to hold off. I wanted to draw this out and, after all, I had been thoroughly satisfied by another man. Now I wanted to pleasure my husband like only a hotwife should: by talking about my encounter and sharing our feelings for what had been done to me. I moved him onto his back, my head next to his chest and my hand fully able to grip his cock.

"Did you like the pictures she sent of us?" I asked him as I put my thumb on the head of his prick and squeezed just a bit harder.

"Yes," he responded, throatily.

"What did you like the most?" I figured what he liked most, and, true to our marriage, he responded just how I expected.

"I loved how much he was kissing you, so deeply."

"You liked how he explored my mouth with is tongue and slid his hand into my panties? How his kisses were so romantic yet so dominating?" I said as I stroked his cock lightly.

"Oh, yes, you looked like lovers."

"It felt like a lover seducing me," I reminisced, feeling his cock twitch at the words. "You like when another man makes love to me?"

"Ohh," was his only response. I had begun to stroke him a little more quickly, in order to get the proper response.

"I like that a lot. I feel that way sometimes with [husband's best friend], how I can open up with him, too, since I know the feelings won't go beyond the bedroom. Perhaps [his best friend] could come over to do that to me?"

His cock got much harder from that, and I was afraid he would cum. I had to ease off and let him calm himself.

"I suggested they come to our place; I invited him to fuck me here," I said. "She wants to see him fuck a woman in her own bedroom and not just theirs. I said I'd love to have them over."

"Her and I would watch you together?" my husband asked, inquisitively.

"She would. You might need to take the kids out for a few hours while he takes me," I said. And he began bucking, ready to cum from the thought of being sent out on babysitter duty while a guy fucks me in our bed and his wife observes.

I tried to calm him down with some practical talk. "I think they're good for us. It's another husband with an understanding wife. A wife who wants this and a husband who deeply loves his wife and won't fall in love with me."

"I love you so much," he said, thinking about my suggestion. This would be a guy that could become a 'regular.'

"I love you, too. That's why I let other men fuck me, so we can be together like this. So I can play with your dick while you think about how another man came in your wife. Twice." I began stroking him, slowly but tightly. His pre-cum was the only lube I needed. "And that's why I want you to empty your balls thinking about his cum in me. Cum, baby, fuck my fist." I was jerking him hard now, and he popped, his hips jumping, wanting his dick to go into his wife laying next to him.

We lay there holding one another, his cum making a mess of our bed, and the cum from another man still keeping me wet. He did wet his dick in my pussy after a short nap, and I blew him in the morning before we got up the next morning.

My god, I love my life...