Birth of a Hotwife - Part 4 (Patreon)

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Fucking one person for a long period of time doesn't really get boring, but it definitely gets predictable. It's still sex and it's still wonderful in just about every way, but there's no denying that after a certain amount of time - and it's probably different for different couples - it gets predictable.

I didn't really think about that before I got married. I hadn't been with a guy long enough for it to get predictable. And, if I'm being honest, I wasn't really all that bothered when things between Russell and me got predictable. But, that predictability did make me appreciate just how much fun it is to be a hotwife.

You get all the unpredictable, exciting stuff that comes at the beginning of a relationship while also getting all the good stuff that comes out of a long term relationship with someone you love and trust with every fiber of your being.

Jared, as it turned out, was an excellent choice for my first time. He understood his role. He got that we weren't in a real relationship, that it was almost entirely sexual. He got that it was about spicing things up for Russell and me, which in a lot of ways meant that it was Jared's job to pursue his pleasure, and that by doing so he'd help ensure that I got what I wanted, which would ensure that Russell got what he wanted.

As I've learned, that kind of relationship tends to burn out fast - it basically goes awry as soon as things stop being hot and exciting - but that's perfect. That's how this sort of thing is supposed to go. That's what ensures that it stays at the height of hotness while you're with someone.

"Hey, where are you?" Jared texted one night while Russell and I were out to dinner.

"Who's that?" Russell asked.

"Jared," I replied. "He wants to know where I am."

By that point, nearly three weeks had passed since my first encounter with Jared. He'd fucked me five more times in that span and each and every time had been spectacularly good. So good that I thought about Jared every day and that my pussy frequently got wet when I thought about him. So good that if I'd been single I likely would have found my way into Jared's arms on a daily basis, mostly because my body was always screaming at me for more.

"I'm on a dinner date with Russell," I texted.

"Where?" Jared replied.

I looked up at Russell and smiled. "What's he saying?" my cuckold husband asked.

"He wants to know where we are. He didn't say, but I imagine he's hoping to have a little fun," I answered. "What should I tell him?"

"You should tell him where we are," he said without a moment's delay.

That was the answer I was hoping for. I let Jared know where we were and I waited for his response.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes. Meet me out front," he texted.

I set the phone down and looked up at Russell. He looked excited. Almost as excited as I felt. I could actually feel my pussy tingling. That's how good the sex with Jared had been to that point. The mere thought of getting to fuck him was enough to turn me on in that overwhelming kind of way where it gets really hard to think straight.

"He said he's on his way. He wants me to meet him out front in ten minutes," I said.

"Are you going to do it?" Russell asked.

I studied his face for a moment to make sure he was actually as excited as he seemed and then I nodded. His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"What should I do?" he said.

"You should wait here while Jared has his way with me," I answered.

That got Russell going. I could see it on his face.

"Are you hard?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Because you like the idea of being cuckolded while we're on a date?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"You know he's probably going to fuck me in his car, right?" I asked.

Russell nodded.

I was just as excited as my husband, if not more so. I could feel the heat and wetness between my legs. It was partly from knowing that I was about to have an orgasm on a really big cock, but it was also from the pure excitement of it. Had the night gone as I'd expected, Russell and I would have gone home and had lovely sex made more arousing by the dirty talk about Jared. That would have been nice, but I was so much more turned on by the notion of meeting Jared, getting in his car, and doing whatever came next. The thrilling part was not knowing what would come next. All I knew is that it would include Jared's cock being inside me.

I smiled at my husband, reached under the table, and carefully removed my panties. There's a good chance someone saw, but I really didn't care in the moment. I bunched them up in my hand and passed them across the table.

"I think Jared will like it if I'm not wearing any panties when I get in his car," I said. "Don't you?"

He nodded.

I picked up my wine glass and chugged half of it as I held Russell's gaze. "Well, it's just about time," I said before setting the glass down and sliding out of the booth.

I leaned over, gave Russell a kiss, grabbed my phone, and walked out of the restaurant. I waited a few minutes at the curb before Jared pulled up. I opened the door, got in, and saw that his cock was already out and rock hard for me.

I smiled at the sight of the long, thick, beautiful cock that had spent a fair amount of time inside me over the past three weeks and then I looked up at Jared and said, "I'm so glad you texted."

"Yeah?" he asked as we remained parked at the curb.

I nodded, spread my legs, and pulled up the bottom of my dress to show him my pussy. Jared reached over, rubbed my labia for a few moments, and then effortlessly slid three fingers inside me.

I moaned as he worked my pussy with one hand on wheel. I smiled at him and then looked once more at his cock, which was rock hard and truly beautiful. To me, at least. I was obviously horny as hell, but it really was a beautiful cock.

With a smile on his face, Jared pulled his fingers from my pussy and fed them to me. I sucked them clean and reached out to stroke his cock. It felt a little dangerous to do so while parked in front of the restaurant, but I wasn't thinking clearly.

After pulling his fingers from my mouth, Jared ran them through my hair and placed them around the back of my neck. He smiled and then pulled my head towards his lap. I offered no resistance. I wanted him in my mouth and I was actually turned on at the idea of sucking him in public.

"Fuck," he said as my lips encircled the head of his cock. "Fuck, Natalie, that feels so fucking good."

My head bobbed up and down in his lap. Anyone walking by would have seen a woman in a short dress sucking dick like a wanton slut, and in that moment, that's precisely what I was.

The car slowly rolled forward as I sucked Jared's cock. I stroked his thick shaft while working the head with my tongue and covering him in my saliva. I gave pleasure like a woman possessed, right up until the car came to stop.

I looked up to see that Jared had pulled into a space. I smiled at him and we shared a kiss as he ran his hand down my back, pulled up my dress, and slipped three fingers into my pussy. The sounds of my wetness filled the car as he fingered me and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and moaned while working my fingers over the remarkably plump head of his cock.

"Will you do something for me?" I asked.

"Anything," he replied.

I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Jared. "Will you get a video of me sucking your cock? Just of my head bobbing up and down. I want to send it to Russell so he knows what I'm doing with you while he sits in the restaurant."

Jared nodded and I returned to sucking his dick. I really went for it, too, moaning and making it wet and sloppy so it would make for the best possible video.

"Done," he said.

I took the phone and sent the video to Russell. I smiled as I thought of him watching it while he sat in the booth waiting for my return. I was certain it would turn him on and that it might send him outside to try and find us, so I added a text letting him know that I wanted him to stay put and that I'd come back to him as soon as I was done getting my pussy satisfied by Jared's big cock.

"Did you bring condoms?" I asked.

Jared nodded. "In the glove compartment."

I smiled, grabbed a condom, and tore the wrapper open. I kissed Jared as I rolled it down his shaft. Our tongues mingled and I stroked his latex-wrapped dick, luring him ever deeper into the same wild state of desire that had enveloped my body the moment he texted me.

"Let's get in the backseat," he said.

I crawled back first and Jared quickly joined me. I straddled him and we kissed as I guided his cock between my pussy lips and sat down on it. I moaned into his mouth and began to rock my hips back and forth, giving myself a few moments to get used to his size.

Then I took him for a ride. This was not a slow, sensual fuck. No one that has sex in a car is looking for something slow and sensual. No, this was a fast, furious fuck designed to make us both cum as quickly as possible.

I bounced on his dick and Jared grabbed my ass and helped me with that. He lifted me off and I slammed my pussy back down on him. I worked him hard and perfect fucking pleasure coursed through my body as I did it.

"Fucking hell, Natalie," he said. "Ride that dick. Ride my fucking dick!"

I rode it hard. I rode it to a screaming orgasm. I rode it until we were both trembling from the pleasure of a fast, fantastic climax.

I kissed him after we'd both cum. I kissed him and gently moved my hips back and forth, milking that last little bit of pleasure out of him. As I sat back, a smile slowly crept across Jared's face and he spread out his arms and looked up at me like I was a goddess.

"God damn you fuck like few women I've ever met," he said.

"Thank you," I replied. "You too, by the way. Your dick is second to none. Absolutely perfect, which is what I'm going to say to my husband when I go back in the restaurant."

Unsurprisingly, that put a smile on his face. I've learned over the years that the best bulls are the ones that really like fucking a married woman, and really, really like the idea that they do something better than that married woman's husband. There's just something about that notion that seems to turn on the kinds of bulls that fuck me the best.

I lifted my pussy from Jared's cock and sat next to him. I smiled at the cum-filled condom and then reached over and said, "Let me get that for you," while pulling it off.

I crawled into the front seat and Jared followed. I fixed my dress while holding the used condom in one hand and then he backed out of the space and drove me to the front of the restaurant once more. I leaned over, gave him a kiss, and grabbed my phone.

"Thanks for the orgasm," I said.

"My pleasure, believe me," he replied.

I got out of the car with the intention of throwing away the used condom, but in a moment of kinky inspiration I decided instead to bring it into the restaurant. I carefully tucked it in my hand to make sure it wasn't obvious and then I headed inside.

Russell smiled as he saw me approaching. His excitement was really kind of adorable.

"I watched the video a dozen times," he said before I even got to the table. "That was so hot. Did you finish him with your mouth?"

I shook my head.

"Did he fuck you?" he asked as I stood next to the table.

"He did," I replied before sliding into my side of the booth. "Come sit next to me."

Russell did so without hesitation, rushing to the other side of the booth and sliding right up next to me.

"He had his cock out when he pulled up. I got in the car and showed him my pussy," I explained. "He fingered me and made me suck his fingers clean. Then he put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his lap."

I set my phone on the table and reached between Russell's legs. I smiled as I found his stiff cock and I teased him over his pants.

"I bet someone saw," I said. "I bet someone saw your wife's head bobbing up and down in Jared's lap. I bet they saw me sucking his cock."

"Oh, fuck," Russell whispered.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like that someone might have seen me sucking another man's dick out in front of the restaurant? Do you like that a stranger might have seen me being so fucking wanton?"

He nodded.

"I put a condom on his cock and we got in the backseat so I could ride him," I explained. "I rode him hard and fast, baby. I rode Jared's big, beautiful, perfect cock so hard with my tight, wet, married pussy."

Russell loved when I referred to it as my married pussy. He loved those subtle, lovely little reminders that he was being cuckolded, that his wife was giving herself to another man.

"I came so hard on his big dick," I said. "And he came so hard buried in my tight pussy."

I felt a little wet spot in Russell's pants. He hadn't cum, but he was absolutely leaking precum and it was incredible.

"I took this with me," I said as I opened my hand and showed him the used condom. I grasped the open end and held it up. Russell's gaze focused on the load of cum waiting in the tip.

"Fuck, Nat, that's...I don't know why, but that's so fucking hot," he replied.

It was. I don't know why either, but it was definitely hot. It was naughty and dirty and sexy as hell. In the moment, as I held it there, I was struck by an idea.

"I would have finished him with my mouth, you know," I said. "I wanted to get fucked, but if all Jared wanted was to get his cock sucked, I would have given him what he wanted."

Russell looked enraptured.

"I would have found it hot, if I'm being honest," I continued. "To be called away from a date with my husband to suck another man's dick...there's something really dirty about that, and I really like that."

"Me too," Russell admitted.

"I would have swallowed for him," I said as I held up the condom. "I would have swallowed his load, just like any good hotwife. I would have rewarded Jared for being such a good bull by sucking him off and swallowing his cum."

Then I did what felt wondrously naughty in that moment. I upended the condom and poured the cum into my mouth. I did so quickly and then let Russell get a look at the thick cum resting on my tongue. Then I swallowed.

"Holy shit," he said. "Nat...fuck...that was..."

I leaned closer and he stopped talking. He stared at my lips as they approached his. "How would you feel about kissing me right now?" I asked as my pussy tingled with unexpected desire.

"I...I'm not...I don't know..."

I spread my legs, took Russell's hand, and placed it between my legs. His fingers found their way inside me and I moaned. "I want to kiss you," I said. "I just swallowed my bull's load and I want to kiss my husband. I want to kiss you while you play with the pussy that my bull just fucked."

He leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed me. I offered my tongue immediately. I offered it while thinking about the fact that it had just been coated with Jared's cum. My pussy was on fire. Every little bit of pleasure for my clit brought an explosive kind of satisfaction with it.

I was so turned on as we kissed that I came. It took less than fifteen seconds of kissing and pussy play and I had an orgasm. Honestly, it might have been a better orgasm than the one I had on Jared's cock, though of course the first orgasm had led directly to the second, so it's not really possible to disentangle them.

"Did you just cum?" Russell asked after I'd moaned into his mouth while climaxing.

"I did," I said with a smile. "My second orgasm in less than ten minutes. I'm having a very good night."

He laughed softly. "Yes you are."

"I'll make sure you have a good night, too," I said. "That will have to wait until after dinner, but I promise you'll cum just as hard as I did."

"Yeah?" Russell asked.

I nodded, leaned in, and kissed him again. I shared the taste of Jared's cum with him once more and despite my recent climax I got turned on all over again. It was revelatory, really, as that night helped show me a new side of myself, one that took pleasure in some of the naughtier, kinkier sides of cuckolding.

We'd start exploring that a great deal more often in the months after that night, but I'll save those stories for next time.