Date Night - Part 4 (Patreon)

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You didn't sleep well last night. Not because you were worried, though, but because you couldn't stop thinking about your wife fucking another man. You couldn't stop picturing her having sex in every imaginable position. You couldn't stop masturbating, though you held off from cumming like your wife requested.

Eventually, though, sleep took you. You were confused for the first few moments after waking up - the other side of the bed isn't usually empty - and then you remembered that your wife slept in another man's bed, that she likely slept in another man's arms. You remembered that there was a very good chance she was still in that man's bed, that she might have been wrapped in his arms, that she might have felt the stiffness of his morning wood pressing against her body at that very moment.

You got up and checked your phone. No messages. You flipped on the coffee maker and hopped in the shower. You wanted to be fresh and clean for when you fucked your wife, after all. You washed yourself thoroughly, dried off, and checked your phone the moment you stepped back into the bedroom.

"I had a great night. And a great morning. Come back to the hotel," she'd texted. "Message me when you get here."

"I'm on my way," you replied.

You dressed as quickly as possible, forgot entirely about the coffee, and hopped in the car. Excitement coursed through your body as you imagined the details your wife would share with you once you got her alone.

You parked and let her know you were there. She sent a message. "Come into the hotel. Ride the elevator to his floor."

You rushed through the lobby. You pushed the button for the elevator a dozen times before taking a deep breath, stepping back, and telling yourself to calm down. Your heart skipped a beat as the elevator doors opened. You stepped into the car and pressed the button for the floor your wife and Victor had gotten off on last night.

"I'm here," you texted as you stepped off the elevator on his floor.

"He's gone. He went to play golf with a client. He'll be gone for hours. Come to his room. Come see me. Come see your wife in the bed another man fucked her in," she texted before giving you his room number.

You read the message over and over as you pictured your wife in a hotel bed. You pictured him between her legs. You pictured him fucking her. You pictured your beautiful wife having sex with another man in a room just down the hallway and arousal slowly spread through your body, quickly luring you into a euphoric state of desire.

You went to his room. You raised your hand to knock on the door before noticing that your wife had propped it open ever-so-slightly. You pushed the door open. You saw a massive TV and the windows offering a lovely view. You knew the bed was just around the corner. You knew just a few steps would bring your beautiful wife into view.

"Honey?" you called out.

"I'm in here," she replied softly.

You stepped into the room and the door shut behind you. You couldn't remember the last time your heart had beaten so fast and so hard. This was far more exciting than watching her fool around in the bar or suck another man's dick in his car. This was something else entirely.

Something on the TV stand caught your eye. You stepped closer and saw that it was a small collection of torn condom wrappers. Four of them. He'd used four condoms. At least four condoms, actually. He'd almost certainly fucked your wife four times. Four times in roughly twelve hours. That meant it was good sex. It was an undeniable fact. He'd enjoyed fucking her so much that he'd done it four times, and she'd apparently enjoyed his cock so much that she'd welcomed him into her pussy four times.

"Are you there?" she asked.

You stepped closer. You turned and saw your wife sitting up in the bed. You saw her clothes resting over the back of a chair on the other side of the bed. You saw the sheets pulled up over her body. You saw that her hair was a beautiful mess. You saw a bright smile on her face. You saw one of her feet sticking out of the bottom of the sheets.

"You saw the condom wrappers, didn't you?" she asked.

You nodded.

Your wife gently lowered the sheets, exposing her perky breasts and her hard nipples. "What did you think when you saw them?"

"I thought...I thought that he fucked you four times," you answered. "That the sex must have been really good if he wanted you four times, and it must have been really good for you if you let him have you four times."

"Did that turn you on?" your wife asked as she ran her fingers over her breasts, down her stomach, and under the sheet. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and moaned softly as it seemed like she was masturbating. "Did it excite you to know that another man had so thoroughly enjoyed fucking your wife?"

It felt, for just a moment, at least, like you were looking at an entirely different version of your wife. An entirely different woman, really. She was in another man's hotel room. She was masturbating while talking about having fucked that man. She was using language that had never seemed second nature to her. And, it was quite clear she was turned on.

So were you, though. So perhaps your wife felt the same way, that she was sitting in another man's bed and playing with her pussy while her husband stood there with a half-hard cock in his pants as he thought about the fact that his wife had just fucked someone else.

"Yes, it turned me on," you answered. "It stopped me in my tracks, looking at those condoms, and thinking about the fact that you'd had so much sex, that you'd enjoyed the sex, that someone else had fucked you and made you cum and that he'd enjoyed your pussy and your body so much that you must have made him cum."

She opened her eyes and smiled. "I did make him cum. Five times, in fact. Four times as he fucked me and once in my mouth." She moaned, but it wasn't a simple little teasing moan for you. It was a moan of intense pleasure, a moan of desire seemingly inspired by the fact that she'd made another man cum five times. It was a moan that seemed to come with a sense of pride, too, like she was thrilled to be arousing enough to inspire any man to cum that many times in such a short span of time.

"He said it was the best sex he's ever had," she continued. "How does that make you feel, baby?"

"It turns me on," you replied. "Was the sex...was it good for you?"

She nodded. "The sex was great. It was...it was so exciting to be with someone new. There was something kind of...I don't know, naughty about it, about fucking someone I barely know, about completely surrendering to my physical desires, to my need for him, for his cock, for his body. It was...it was just incredible."

You moved towards the bed and pulled on the sheets, exposing the entirety of her flawless naked body. She pulled her hand away from her pussy - from the pussy another man had thoroughly satisfied over the last 12 hours - and you stared at that utterly perfect space between her thighs.

"He had me this morning," she said. "Before he left for golf. He was in my pussy. Right here in the bed."

You stripped. You had to get naked. You had to have your wife.

"I woke up in his arms. With his body pressed against mine. With his cock pressed into my ass. I woke up horny, too. It was like my pussy remembered how good the night before had been - how good he'd fucked me - and it demanded more. I was wet, baby. I was wet and desperate. I needed him inside me."

"What did you do?" you asked while unbuttoning your pants.

She smiled. "I sucked his cock. I moved under the sheets and I took his big, beautiful cock in my mouth and gave him a slow, seductive blowjob. I sucked him until he was moaning, until his dick was hard as a rock in my mouth, until he was desperate to fuck me."

You lowered your jeans and peeled off your socks. You stripped off your t-shirt and your wife spread her legs as you crawled into the bed. You kissed her thighs and she moaned softly as you stared at her pussy, at the pussy another man had fucked, at the pussy another man had fucked four times.

"I used my mouth to put a condom on his cock," she explained. "I'd never done that before. It was more fun than I thought it would be. He liked it, too. I think it made him feel like I was eager to please him, though I imagine the blowjob did that too."

You were unexpectedly thrilled at the idea that she'd done something for him that she'd never done for another man, you included. "How did you fuck him this morning?" you asked as you stared at her pussy.

She reached down and gently played with herself before answering, "I started on top." She slipped two fingers into her pussy and you heard the incredible wetness of her desire. "I rode him slowly as we kissed. His hands moved all over my body. It felt so good to be touched by him, to feel his strength, to feel his desire for me, to take his tongue into my mouth as I took his cock into my pussy."

She pulled her fingers from inside her and rubbed them over her labia. Her pussy struck you as the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You laid on your stomach and moved closer. The unmistakable scent of sex filled your nose. You kissed her inner thighs while keeping your gaze fixed on her pussy and the gentle, surprisingly seductive manner in which she masturbated.

"I rode him until I came, and to be honest, it didn't take very long," she continued. "His cock was so deep inside me...it felt so fucking good and I came so hard. My legs were actually trembling."

You kissed your wife's hand as she played with her pussy and she smiled down at you. You watched and listened as she fingered herself and you wondered if she was thinking of him.

"Then I told him to take me from behind," she said.

You looked up with surprise in your eyes. Doggystyle isn't a favorite of hers. Or at least you didn't think it was.

She smiled. "I know. I don't usually love it from behind. I enjoyed it with him, though. In fact, I really enjoyed it."

She looked towards the windows and your gaze followed. You weren't sure what she was looking at, but when you turned your attention back to your wife she had a smile on her face.

"He fucked me from behind up against those windows last night," she said before slightly arching her back and morning. "As it was happening, I couldn't believe how good it felt. There was something...I don't know, almost animalistic about it. Something wild and naughty and passionate, like he just had to take me, to take my body and make it his for just a short while. I came so hard I almost fell over."

She pulled her fingers from her pussy and you stared at the pink, slippery flesh inside as her labia gaped just a little. For reasons you didn't understand, you needed to taste her. You needed to put your tongue inside her. So you did. You crawled a little closer and you put your tongue as deep in your wife's pussy as you could.

“Oh, wow,” she said, almost as if you’d surprised her with your desire to taste her pussy. A moment later, though, she moaned and ran her fingers through your hair.

"Mmm, does it taste good?" she asked.

You looked up and nodded as best you could with your tongue still buried deep in her wetness. You could taste the sweetness of her juices and the smell of sex filled your nose. Real, true, vigorous sex, too. It was a distinct smell and it made your cock throb as it pressed into the bed.

"He fucked me from behind in the bed this morning," she said. "He fucked me hard, too. It felt good, baby, and I know it felt great for him because he came loudly. We both collapsed into the bed and his pulsing cock was still inside me as I felt his body trembling in that way a man's body tends to when he's had a great orgasm."

You licked your wife's pussy while thinking of another man cumming while buried inside her. The thought alone was enough to provide you with a wealth of sexual pleasure.

"You like putting your tongue inside me after he's fucked me, don't you?" she asked. "Just like you enjoyed kissing me after I'd sucked him off."

"Yes," you admitted.

"Mmm, that's really hot," she said. "I don't know why, but that's really fucking hot."

She reached down to hold your head in both hands as you tongue fucked her pussy. You gave her clit a little attention, too, and watched the pleasure dance across her face. You thought of her getting fucked in that very position. On her back with his cock moving in and out of her. You were certain they'd fucked in missionary at some point and you couldn't help but picture his cock moving in and out of her pussy just as your tongue was moving in and out of her pussy. You couldn't help but feel intense arousal as you imagined such pleasures.

"I need to fuck you," you said before moving to your knees, kissing your way up your wife's body, and meeting her lips with yours.

As your tongues swirled she reached down to guide your throbbing cock into her pussy. She was soaked and you slid balls deep into her with one slow thrust. She wrapped her legs around you, ran her fingers through your hair, and sucked your tongue into her mouth before swirling hers around it.

"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked.

"It's perfect," you replied.

You fucked your wife. You did so slowly. You savored the pleasure of being inside her after a night of fantasizing about all the things she was doing with another man.

"You don't mind being inside me after another man has had his way with me?" she asked in a seductive tone.

You groaned. "It's even better than I thought it would be. I don't know why. It's just so hot."

"And it's a little bit naughty, isn't it? To enjoy fucking your wife after she's fucked another man? After she's fucked another man four times? To slide into her pussy and feel like it's never felt better? To enjoy fucking me after I've stepped outside the vows we made to each other when we got married?" she asked.

"Yes, fuck, it feels so good," you said between moans. "Your pussy has never felt better. To fuck you...to fuck you in the same bed where you fucked another man...oh, fuck, it's so fucking hot!"

You were fucking her hard now. You couldn't help yourself. You were lost in your pleasure. You needed to cum.

"Cum inside me!" she cried out. "Cum inside me in the bed where another man fucked me. In the bed where another man had the best sex of his life with your wife!"

You came inside your wife as you thought of his cock doing the same thing four separate times. You claimed a deeply powerful, thrilling orgasm as you thought of her having sex in every imaginable position with another man, of her cumming on his cock numerous times, of her getting off on how naughty it felt, on how good it felt, on how much fun she was having fucking someone else while you were at home.

You collapsed on top of her and your wife ran her fingers through your hair and kissed your neck. "Was that good?" she asked.

"That was incredible," you replied. "It was perfect."

"Mmm, that makes me happy," she said.

You closed your eyes and let that beautiful sense of post-orgasmic pleasure wash over you.

"I can't wait to see what kind of fun I can get up to next weekend," she said. "Date night's gotten so much more exciting, hasn't it?"

You hadn't really considered that she'd want to keep playing on date night, that fucking one man might not be enough to satiate her, but of course it wasn't. It had become perfectly clear that your wife - and you, really - had discovered an entirely new side of her sexuality and it seemed to be a side that she was eager to keep exploring.

Thankfully, you were just as eager to keep exploring, which meant date night was going to be better than ever.