Chapter 2
HUSBAND CHOOSES THE PERFECT GUY TO GIVE HIS HOTWIFE A HARD POUNDING
Note: This was originally published on a blog with the title, “Husband Chooses the Perfect Guy to Give his Hotwife What She Craves.”
My husband, Lucas, has a twinkle in his hazel eyes when I walk in the door from my weekend at a luxury spa resort. “I’ve got a surprise for you, Jessica.”
Abandoning the handle of my wheeled suitcase, I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply.
As our tongues swirl together, I detect a hint of chocolate—mmm, yummy.
The entire flight home I thought about fucking him, and I’m wet and horny.
He told me to expect a hard pounding when I walked in the door and it’s been three days since we’ve fucked. I don’t want to wait any longer.
When I press against his growing erection, I can’t help but smile. I’m not the only impatient one. Stroking him through the fabric of his jeans, I moan while I imagine him sliding inside me. I spent the weekend on self care so I’m relaxed, fully waxed, and ready for action.
He chuckles and breaks off the kiss. “Aren’t you curious about the surprise?”
Taking a step backwards, I lift the edge of my pink T-shirt over my head and ponytail, exposing my white lace bra, and drop it on the hardwood floor. “You can tell me while you’re fucking me.”
Unhooking my bra, I slide it down my arms and it joins the shirt on the floor. As my full, perky breasts bounce free, I groan with relief and massage the firm globes with my hands, toying with my nipples. I’m turning myself on even more and he better not make me wait long.
Lucas looks amused as I kick my sneakers off and drag my leggings and underwear down. I’m not sure what’s so funny. He obviously hasn’t realized I mean business. I WILL have his cock inside me. He better plan on giving me the pounding he promised.
“Well?” I toss my head in challenge once I’m fully naked. The ends of my blonde hair brush against my shoulders, causing a delicious shiver to run through me.
His lust-filled gaze sweeps down to the shaved Ms. Kitty, and he licks his lips.
My pulse races and my pussy throbs as if all the blood was rushing straight to it.
Whenever one of us is gone for a few days, it’s always like this.
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and in our marriage, it seems to be true.
I want to fuck his brains out right here, right now.
Lucas holds out a hand to me, and I slide my palm into his. He gives me a sly grin. “You know that hard pounding I promised you?”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Yeah…”
A tingle runs up my arm when he kisses the back of my hand, and his eyes crinkle with a smile. “I never said it was going to be from me.”
Oooooh, what’s this? My nipples harden while my pussy clenches. “There’s a guy here right now?”
He laughs out a, “Yes,” and tugs my hand. “He’s waiting for you in the spare room. You ready for him?”
Lucas enjoys choosing guys for me to fuck, but this is something new.
He’s never had someone on standby when I got home.
Moisture trickles down my thigh as he leads me down the hall.
Whenever we have someone over to fuck me, my husband always stays in our home office.
He can listen through the adjoining wall, stroke himself, and also be close for safety.
This situation piques my curiosity. What type of guy did my husband choose for me this time?
Lucas enters the spare room first, and steps to the side so I can see the guy.
He’s standing by the window and smiles when he sees me.
He’s fairly unremarkable—average build, brown hair that needs a trim—not the typical guy Lucas chooses.
I’m surprised by his casual clothes. He’s wearing basketball shorts, a T-shirt, and he’s barefoot. How long has he been here?
“Jessica, this is Owen.”
My sharp, questioning glance must have been obvious, because Lucas continues. “Owen came highly recommended.”
I hold in a snort. Who’s he getting recommendations from? Was he on a website for people seeking bulls to fuck their hotwife?
Owen clears his throat and his voice is deeper than I expected. “Wow, you’re gorgeous.”
I realize I’m greeting this guy naked, and his compliment thrills me. I decide to let go of any misgivings. Lucas had a reason for asking this guy over and I trust my husband. Plus, if he turns out to be a dud, Lucas will finish me off.
I smile softly at Owen. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Lucas kisses my cheek. “I’ll be next door. Have fun.”
As he leaves, he smacks my ass and I squeak while a bolt of pleasure zips through me. He shuts the door behind him and I’m uncertain what to do next.
Owen walks over to me and holds out both his hands, palms up.
I didn’t notice it before, but his hands are enormous.
I’m petite, and as I slide my hands in his, they engulf mine.
A tingle of delight makes my breath catch as I imagine those massive paws on my tits.
Suddenly I’m desperate for his cock. My pussy buzzes, and I almost giggle.
Ms. Kitty is eager to get started as well.
He tugs me against him, wrapping an arm around my waist and using the free hand to cup my face as he kisses me.
At first it’s just a soft brush of the lips, but when he applies pressure, I open my mouth and welcome his tongue with light flicks of my own.
As the kiss deepens and we press together, his thin shorts hide nothing and I notice that, even if his appearance is pretty average, his erect cock isn’t.
He slowly pushes me towards the bed as I slide my hands under his shirt, caressing his chest and running my fingers through his chest hair.
I’m delighted and want to touch him all over to see if he’s got this much hair anywhere else.
It’s not like he’s a beast, but Lucas is practically hairless so I’m intrigued.
He pauses for a moment to take off his shirt, tosses it to the floor, and claims my mouth again.
He’s a wonderful kisser and I’m getting wetter by the minute.
God, this is so damn hot and Lucas is so fucking amazing for arranging this.
He’s giving up the chance to fuck me right now, knowing it’s going to drive me wild and we’ll most likely have amazing sex later.
But this still means he’s waiting in sexual agony, stroking himself and listening to my moans.
“Did your husband tell you anything about me?”
I stop kissing him and search his face. What didn’t Lucas tell me? “No.…”
He smirks at me, states, “Good,” and forces me backwards onto the mattress, catching me right before I’d fall and lowering me carefully. He crawls up next to me while I adjust my position to the center of the bed. His gaze sweeps up and down my full length, and I fight the urge to squirm.
He kisses me briefly and whispers in his soothing deep tone, “Close your eyes.”
I obey and my breath catches as he explores my body with his mouth and his hands, as if he’s trying to memorize every curve.
He kisses down my chest, avoiding my nipples, and flicks his tongue in little circles as if he’s tasting me as he works his way to my belly button and back up.
When he latches into one of my nipples, I moan and arch against him as swirls of ecstasy ignite my core.
He continues to suck on the tip, playing with the opposite breast with his other hand.
Twin spikes of pleasure zing straight to my clit.
Fuuuck, I need something inside me, preferably his cock, but even his fingers would do at this point.
Everything feels wonderful and keeping my eyes closed heightens the pleasure.
I don’t know what to expect, and I’m still not sure what’s extra special about him.
Even though his cock seemed large through his shorts, I’ve been with larger men.
No matter the size, I still want him and he needs to shove it in me.
When he runs his hand down my legs and tugs up on them, I bend my knees, putting my feet flat on the bed.
He caresses my calves and inner thighs, getting close to my pussy but never touching it.
The longer he avoids the apex of my legs, the needier I become and wetness runs down my crack.
If he doesn’t give me what I want soon, he’s going to make me beg.
When he finally brushes his fingers along my pussy lips, I moan and spread my knees wider. He’s not pressing in and only using a light, teasing caress along my shaved skin.
The tickling sensation finally makes me groan, “Oh god, please fuck me.”
A thick digit glides along my folds and presses in, brushing against my clit gently. I moan and thrash my head from the intense pleasure, but I need more.
I cry out in desperation, “Please, please, please, will you fuck me? I need your cock so bad.”
He pulls his hand away, and I moan in protest. The gentle rubbing was driving me crazy, but having nothing against me is worse. I keep my eyes closed while he shifts on the bed, and I can tell he’s removing his shorts. Oh, thank God. This means he’s finally going to fuck me.
Positioning himself between my bent knees, he slowly presses his cock into me and I can’t hold back my loud moan.
He’s thicker than I expected and my tightness molds around him.
He gives me time to adjust to his size and when he’s fully ensheathed into my warm, wet pussy, he pauses and leans forward to kiss me some more.
I buck up against him, forcing the head of his cock to rub deep inside and causing electricity to spread from my core.
“Jessica, tell me what you want,” he demands between kisses.
I’m feeling slutty and desperate, so I don’t hesitate. “Fuck me hard and fast. I need it rough.”
Owen nibbles down my neck and back to my breast. He sucks on a nipple for a moment and then takes it between his teeth and tugs on it, giving me an amazing, painful pleasure. “Oh, god,” I moan and try to shift against his cock, desperate for gratification.
He releases my nipple from his teeth and chuckles. “Your husband said you liked it rough.”
Mmm, Lucas enjoys orchestrating what happens with the men and it doesn’t surprise me he gave Owen pointers. “Yes,” I pant out, hoping this means he’ll give me what I want.
“Good.” Owen says and withdraws his cock from me as I peep out in distress.
Jesus Christ, this guy needs to fuck me. I can’t handle this exquisite torture.
A strong lunge straight to my core has me crying out, and my eyes fly open as Owen hammers against my pussy. “Ooooh, fuck,” I moan loudly as I meet his every thrust. His thickness caresses every nerve ending I have inside me, and my back arches as I try to get him as deep as I can.
I’m spiraling towards my orgasm and he doesn’t slow his pace. He keeps whacking against my pussy and my moans increase in loudness the closer I get to coming. When I chant, “Fuck me,” he really lights into my pussy, and drills into me roughly.
When he pushes one of my knees towards my chest, the new angle tips me over the edge. “Oooooh, fuck!” I scream out, and he still doesn’t stop fucking me. The orgasm lasts forever, and the room spins so much I have to close my eyes.
As I come down from my peak, I assume he’s going to come soon as well, and I try to relax as tiny aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me.
“Do you,” he pants between thrusts, “want to know… why your husband… chose me?”
Oooh, I do! “Yes,” I groan as he rams me particularly hard. The zing of pleasure makes me wonder if I could come again.
He stops and removes his cock. Wait, what’s going on?
“Get up on all fours.”
Oooh, hell yes. I scramble onto my hands and knees, and he positions himself behind me. He grasps my hip with one hand and uses his other to guide his cock into my sopping wet hole. As he slides in, I sigh in delight. Him behind me is so fucking amazing.
Once he’s inside, he slides his hands to my waist to make me grind against him as he jackhammers into me. Oh, fuck. I close my eyes again and clutch the comforter, trying to help stabilize myself.
“He chose me… because… I take a really long time… to come.”
Ohhh, damn. Love for my husband floods through me, and I come all over Owen’s cock a second time.
He fucks me furiously and I cry out nonsense as the rapture ripples from my head to my toes.
My second orgasm doesn’t slow him down and he jackhammers into my pussy, giving me the roughest fuck of my life.
The pleasure mounts again and I realize I’m going to come a third time right before I tip over the edge again.
“Ooooh, fuck,” I scream out. The orgasm is so intense, I lower my forehead to rest against my arms as my entire body trembles from the force of my climax.
I’m not sure how long Owen continues to fuck me, but at some point I come again.
Afterwards he slows his thrusts down until he’s stroking slowly.
My brain is so fuzzy, and the pleasure is so intense, I’m almost surprised when he finally comes with a roar.
My pussy is a quivering mess and I milk his cock, making sure he’s unloaded all his cum before he pulls out.
As soon as he moves away from my ass, I collapse onto my stomach and he stretches out next to me.
“Fuck, that felt good,” he pants. “Thank you, Jessica.”
I mumble, “Thank you too,” as my pussy throbs. I might just fall asleep right here.
The bed jostles as he gets up and I faintly hear him get dressed.
I’m floating in a wonderful daze when Lucas comes in.
The guys talk briefly, and Owen thanks him for a great night.
They both leave the room and my eyes are closed when Lucas returns.
He spreads my legs, and I try to help him but I’m out of energy.
This is the part of the night I look forward to the most. After I fuck another guy, Lucas is desperate to have me and his need to fill me with his cum is the best thing ever.
I sigh in ecstasy as Lucas enters me tenderly and rests on top of me, pressing me into the bed.
He makes love to me softly and the gentle waves of pleasure wash over me.
When I come again, I can only give a soft moan as stars explode behind my eyes.
I’m dazed and spinning when Lucas comes with a loud groan.
As his hot cum paints my cave walls, my entire body glows with love for him.
I can tell Ms. Kitty is going to be sore tomorrow, and I smile as I feel the deep ache.
Lucas promised me a hard pounding, and damn, he sure delivered.
The End