It seems today that Nick and I are parting ways as lovers, perhaps even as friends. Perhaps it’s the stress and separation due to the Covid19 craziness or perhaps just a woman in his life but I think this time it’s over. Spoiler alert… Nick has been in my life for 5 years. We haven’t always been lovers but we had gotten quite serious over the past couple of years. Probably too serious for a hotwife. A bad habit of mine. He was in my books but, like my husband, Nick didn’t like me writing about our relationship anymore, so that might explain the gaps in my blog.
Nick moved back to Phoenix in January and we began our hot and heavy relationship again and I thought things were fine but Covid 19 quarantine rules prohibited me from seeing him. I was upset but it didn’t seem to bother him. He, more than anyone, knows how important it is to me to be made to feel sexy and wanted. He made me feel like a nuisance and I shall look for new sexual adventures.
I don’t know what life has in store for Hubby and I after the pandemic. We’re safe. We’re healthy. We’re happy…. While I’m sad about Nick, I love him and have to wish him the best. I wrote this after a November trip to Cape Cod to visit him. It was a rare adventure that my husband permitted because he knew how important Nick was to me. I had told Nick back then that I wouldn’t post it but you know, he told me shit too…
It’s just too sexy not to post though…. Juliet
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Book Club Cape Cod Edition By Juliet Adelaide (written in December 2019 but never posted)
My amazing husband had given me permission to go on a little hotwife adventure. I was rarely permitted overnight stays and had never even spent a weekend with a lover. He was letting me go across the country on a weekend sexcapade, which was kind of a bucket list adventure for me. He was allowing it because it was Nick.
For those of you who have never read my books (you should, they’re very entertaining), Nick is a recurring character from the get-go. My books are all true stories about my journey from monogamy to becoming a hotwife (a married woman who is permitted lovers). I met Nick nearly 5 years ago now and that meeting is chapter one of my first book “mrs Sexy.” We met for setting up a “Friends with Benefits” type of relationship but didn’t realize that it would span 5 years.
Nick and I weren’t always lovers but we were always close friends and we even became business partners. He also edited my books. In short, he has been a significant partner of mine over the years and I care for him very much. The lapses in our sexual relationship seemed to coincide with when I was seeing his friend Max. Nick had set us up, but for all of those shenanigans, you’ll have to buy the book. When things ended for good with Max, Nick and I got more involved again on a more intimate level, seeing each other almost weekly for the past year or two… before he moved.
I was a little heartbroken when Nick moved a few months ago. Our relationship had been back to more of a sexual affair versus dealing with business affairs for a year or two before he left. He left Phoenix for a laundry list of reasons. I’m sure I’m mixed in there somewhere but I knew he needed a change. His parents wanted him to come stay with them in Cape Cod for a while. They were going to help him try and get his e-commerce business going and wanted to spend some time with their son. It was important that he went but I missed him terribly.
My husband knew that I was missing Nick. I didn’t get as neurotic and emotional as did through Max breakups, but I was sad from time to time. I was still close to Nick while he was gone. We had a few emotional tiffs via text when he first left but things got better. We even had some amazing sexting going on with pictures and videos. That was all very sexy. When a possible trip for Nick to come to Phoenix fell through in October, Nick asked me to come visit him there.
After several discussions and agreements on sexual trade offs with my husband, Nick and I were planning my weekend in Cape Cod. It wasn’t an easy thing for my husband to agree to. He worried that I love Nick and I do. I don’t love him as much as I do my husband of 25 years. Hubby knows that I would never leave him but jealousy comes into play especially with extenuating circumstances, like cross-country travel. We figured out some benefits for Hubby and took a weekend ourselves in Las Vegas. I’m still paying him back through sexual favors and owe my husband a lot for granting me this fantasy.
After many teasing texts over the weeks before I left, I was really ready to see Nick. I had a red-eye flight and plopped down at the airport bar and ordered a drink (what I found out later was a $16 gin and tonic. Why do men not by me drinks at the airport?) I had a nice buzz off the one strong drink at least and boarded soon after. I ordered one more gin and tonic on the plane at the what now seemed like a bargain price of 8 bucks. The flight attendant didn’t charge me anyway and gave me 2 gins as we had a couple laughs and he shooed away my card. It always pays to be nice to people.
I thought I’d sleep but couldn’t really, watched a crap movie, but mostly just listened to tunes, anxious to get to my destination. I arrived at the first stop of my trip, Boston Logan. I had a little over 2 hours to wait until the shuttle out to Cape Cod and I arrived at 5am. I was in desperate need of a smoke. I looked at my phone. 28 degrees. Are you fucking kidding me?
I had flown in from Phoenix where it had been about 80 degrees when I left. It was also still dark out and the construction equipment and concrete created a delightful wind tunnel effect as well. I had dressed appropriately knowing it was going to be cold but this was miserable. It was “I could only smoke a half of a cigarette” cold. I did what everyone else does in Massachusetts, grabbed a Dunkin Donut and a coffee and waited inside.
The ride seemed to go quickly and I stepped off the shuttle in the Park and Ride lot. No Nick. I wasn’t worried as he had just texted me but it was funny and just Nick-ish. I saw him pull in and it was so odd to see him driving. When he lived in Arizona, he didn’t have a car so I had always driven. He got out and hugged and kissed me hello. I was so happy to see him.
As I was arriving in the morning, the hotel room wasn’t going to be ready, so we had already made plans to go to his parents for a little breakfast. This probably seems odd. I, a 47 year old married woman, was going to her 34 year old lover’s parent’s house for coffee and bagels. I had met his mom before in Phoenix. She had taken out Nick and a couple of his friends to dinner, including me. She eventually found out that Max and I were lovers (hearing it from Nick after her trip) but then he had to admit to that had changed to us being more involved and Max being out of the picture.
Nick’s mom made me feel very welcome and his dad came home so I got to meet him too. We all sat down and chatted as we enjoyed our bagels. It was cute. His mom was fussing about like a good hostess, making sure there was salmon, cream cheese, jelly and such, options for my bagel. I felt like I was on a TV show, perhaps a Twilight Zone episode. They were both talkers. She’s Canadian (very Canadian, eh?) and he’s American. They’re well traveled and intelligent but their relationship is exactly how Nick had explained it to me. It’s good but they’re so different than laid-back Nick. It was an interesting morning.
Then, you know when you call the hotel to see if your room is ready and it is, so your lover’s mother drives you and her son there to stay for the weekend? Yes, that. Nick and I planned on taking Ubers around so it worked out great but it was slightly awkward. Bye, I’m going to go fuck your son’s brains out now. We checked in and headed to the room.
We had discussed heading out for a drink but it was the first time we were alone so of course we were going to fuck first. We had received a room with two double beds and decided one could be the designated fucking bed and then we could sleep in the other one. I had worn a few layers of clothes so I started to disrobe while Nick hopped in bed. I unzipped my tall black leather boots in strip tease fashion. I started taking the layers off and Nick had made a joke about waking him up once I got to the panties. The thermal underwear wasn’t very sexy but I hopped in next to him once I was just in my panties.
We shared a long kiss and held one another. I had missed being with him like this so much. I was just so glad to be there, even more so when he went down between my thighs. He pulled off my panties and threw them aside. Nick’s tongue began to delicately dance across my clit. I shuddered and lifted my hips upward as his mouth tended to my wet pussy. He traced his fingers along my lips and teased me as he continued to use his tongue on my clit.
Nick slid a finger inside of me and then another. He slowly moved them in and out of my wetness as I began to moan and writhe. He was moaning into my pussy and almost kissing it as he continued to finger fuck me. I toyed with his soft hair and grabbed it a bit as I could feel myself nearing orgasm. I moaned quite loudly and briefly forgot we might have hotel neighbors. Perhaps they might enjoy the sounds of Mrs Sexy at 11 am on a Saturday. I came hard and no longer cared about the neighbors.
Nick had always enjoyed my mouth. I knew that he had been looking forward to me gagging and drooling on his cock. I leaned up a little as Nick moved to be kneeling next to me on the bed after finally getting fully naked himself. I looked up at him to find him looking down at me. I spit on the head of his cock. I gave him a few strokes as he gathered my hair up into a ponytail.
I did bring ponytail holders for cock sucking purposes but it occurred to me that Nick has really always preferred to act as a human ponytail holder. He likes to pull my hair and control me with it. As a natural sub, I enjoy it very much as well. It felt good to as he gathered it up to. I love it when men play with my hair. Once he had it gathered up, I changed from stroking to sucking and took his cock to the back of my throat. He held my head there as I started to gag with drool dripping down over his balls. He pulled me back a bit and I popped his cock out of my mouth like a lollipop.
Nick’s cock was now good and wet from my drool and I decided to tease the shaft, running my fingernails along it and then switching to a firm grasp and quick strokes. I looked up at Nick again and saw his eyes close and his head lean back as he let out a moan. I wrapped my hand around the head of Nick’s cock and held it tightly. I leaned down and began to lick one of his balls and then took it in my mouth. I continued to squeeze the head of his cock and gave some strokes as I changed to tend to his other ball.
I licked up the shaft and began to take it in and out of my mouth. I could hear Nick breathing heavily and I almost thought that he was going to cum in my mouth. He moaned and began thrusting his cock quicker, face fucking me. I knew that he hadn’t had sex in quite a while so it wouldn’t be surprising. I mentally prepared to receive a load of cum in my mouth shortly that I would swallow of course.
He stopped suddenly. He pushed me back and got on top of me. We kissed for a bit and he licked his fingers to play with my clit again. We were holding each other tightly and his breath was hot and sexy against my neck. Any neck kissing, touching or even a man’s breath on my neck drives me wild. My neck has always been my most erogenous zone. Nick looked at me and kissed my lips as he slid his cock inside of me. It had been nearly four months since he had been there. I was so glad he was back.
He seemed pleased as well as he got deep inside of me, grabbing my hips and thighs, touching me as we fucked. He moved my legs to be up on his shoulders so he could get even deeper. He rubbed my clit as he fucked me and I thought I was going to cum. Nick slapped my thigh and told me to get on my knees so he could see my tattoo.
As Nick was the man who first called me Mrs Sexy, my tattoo was special to him. He rubbed my ass and thighs and made a comment about enjoying the view. He smacked my ass with his hand and slid his cock into my pussy. He grabbed my ass and pulled himself into me as he began to fuck me harder and faster. I was able to reach underneath to play with my clit as his breathing quickened. I could feel myself nearing orgasm and I moaned loudly, not caring about our hotel neighbors any longer. After I came, Nick pulled out again and asked me to suck his cock again.
I turned around as he knelt beside me. I began by spitting on Nick’s cock and thumping it on my tongue, looking up at that handsome face. He played with the wetness of my pussy and slapped it with his hands as I started to take his cock in and out of my mouth. I was dripping wet again and suddenly Nick was back on top of me, sliding into me. I was digging my nails into his back as his moans turned to grunts and I knew Nick would cum soon. He pulled out of my pussy and leaned back, spraying warm cum all over me, most of it landing on my breasts and belly. I asked him to take a picture of me covered in cum to send to my husband as he enjoyed knowing what naughty things his wife was doing while she was away.
We cleaned up and cuddled for a bit before we decided that we should grab lunch and some drinks. There was a mall across the street from our hotel so we could just walk over. The problem was that Nick had also hurt his foot quite badly weeks before my trip but he still had a bit of trouble walking. We just took it slow and ended up at an in-mall bowling alley/arcade/bar and restaurant place. We had toyed with the idea of bowling but ended up just drinking and talking for hours. I had missed just hanging out with Nick. We always had a good time, both in and out of the bedroom. Our pizza came for lunch and it was massive. We toyed with the idea of bringing leftovers to the hotel, but Nick could barely walk and it would be totally ridiculous to try and get it back. Nick had an idea. His mom was at the mall. She could bring it home for them. He texted her and she said she would come and get it. His mom sat down with us and had some of Nick’s cocktail and chatted before taking off with our leftovers.
After a few drinks and a nice buzz, we decided not to bowl but play in the Chuck E Cheese-like arcade instead. Nick got some tokens for us and found a basketball game first. He had played some basketball so he was pretty good at it. He was not so happy when I beat him at air hockey. We wandered around playing children’s games and ended up in a Jurassic Park game that 2 people can sit in and play together. We spent the rest of our tokens on that and Nick loved it. He was even googling how much it would cost to get one of these. I’m sure his mom would be thrilled to have it at her house. We brought our cards up to the ticket redemption counter but really only had enough for some candy. A little boy was short some tickets to get some alligator thing or other that he really wanted so I whispered to Nick that we should just give him our tickets. Nick agreed and the boy and his mom were appreciative. Good deed done for the day so we headed back to the hotel.
We made some in-room coffee and laid together, sobering up a bit before we were going to head out to a local bar that Nick liked for dinner. Neither of us were hungry but we wanted to get out for a bit since it was a Saturday night and I had missed our date nights so much. We got an Uber after resting up a bit and headed out. The bar was pretty packed with people watching college football games so we decided to sit in the restaurant section rather than the bar. We just had some wings and a couple of beers. We had a bit of public flirtation with his hands on my thighs, moving up under the table, a few kisses and cuddling at the table, like subtle foreplay. We both wanted to get back to the hotel though.
We got naked and hopped into the dedicated sex bed in the room. We started to kiss and fondle one another but I hadn’t had much time in the afternoon to tend to Nick’s cock. I knew that he really had always enjoyed my blow jobs so I went down between his thighs. Nick gathered up my hair to pull as I leaned down to lick and suck his balls. I grabbed the head of his cock tightly with my hand and began to tug it as I took one of his balls in my mouth. I sucked and moaned and then switched to the other as Nick began to thrust his hips upward.
I ran my tongue slowly up the shaft, looking up at Nick and his handsome face. He looked very sexy as he gave me a half smile. I started to lick just under the head of his cock. I spit. He flinched as if startled by it although I’ve done that countless times to him before. He moaned as I wrapped my lips around him and took him deep into my throat. I gagged, my throat clenched tightly, and drool started to slide down the sides of his cock. I started to take it in and out of my mouth as he continued to toy with my hair and gently moan.
I would stop sucking to give him a few strokes by hand and then go back to sucking. I would hold it at the back of my throat and run my tongue up against the shaft of his cock within my mouth. He seemed to be enjoying it but eventually I was being pulled up, on top of him, to kiss him. I liked kissing him. He didn’t kiss me often enough and I enjoyed his tongue gently intermingling with mine. He touched my clit and ran his fingers over my lips to my pussy. His kisses moved to my neck. It was my turn to start to moan but he told me that he had to fuck me, so I sat up and straddled him.
I rubbed his cock against my clit, teasing myself to almost cumming. I slid it inside of my pussy slowly as Nick caressed my breasts and we looked into each other’s eyes. I watched him close them and lean his head back thrusting his hips upward. He moved his hands down and held my outer thighs, squeezing tightly and then giving me a little smack as if to say “Giddy Up.”
Me riding Nick Cowgirl style was always one of our signature positions. I remember many a time when he lived in Phoenix bouncing on his bed and laughing as we fucked because we would get into such a bouncy rhythm together. We started our bouncing repertoire as I rode Nick and he thrusted up into me in a seemingly synchronized fashion. I still was able to rub my clit and could feel my pussy tightening around him. I slowed down as I came, catching my breath and leaning down to give my lover a kiss. He promptly flipped me over and slid back into me with a deep thrust, lying on top of me.
He began to fuck me hard and fast as he was always one of my favorite things about Nick. He was good at fucking. He fucked me on my side both facing him and then being spooned by him. I ended up on my back again. He moved my legs around, holding them out and eventually up on his shoulders. He couldn’t seem to get deep enough into me. I grabbed his biceps for balance as he pounded me hard. My breasts were bouncing up and down as he held onto my ankles which were still up on his shoulders. I could tell by his moan changes that he was about to cum. He pulled out and I felt a trickle of cum along my belly, pooling up in my belly button. I used the hotel sheets to clean it off as we laughed and made hotel jokes as we cuddled. I laid on Nick’s chest as we chatted and soon his hands were back playing with my pussy.
I laid there just enjoying his touch. I had missed him and missed times like these since he had been gone. I was going to do my best to really enjoy our time together. He went down between my thighs and began to run his tongue along my clit. He would use his fingers on top of and inside of my pussy as I began to writhe. He moaned gently into me and I began to moan, cumming to his touch. He smacked me on the thigh after I came and ordered me to my knees. He always said this was his favorite position with me as he loved both my ass and my tattoo. We didn’t change so many times in round two but this time the cum was on my back and I could feel it dripping down my ass crack. It felt very sexy.
I cleaned up and went out in the freezing cold for a quick cigarette and back to bed pulling up the covers in the sleeping bed with Nick at my side. I was so exhausted. I had hardly slept the night before on the plane and had gone all day with a few rounds of fucking. I had never had a full overnight with Nick. I had really looked forward to falling asleep in his arms and waking up fucking, maybe even in the middle of the night.
But no. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I passed out. It was still pretty early for us really and woke up the next morning dying for a coffee and a cigarette. Nick was still sleeping next to me, looking so sweet in his sleep. I didn’t want to wake him. I got dressed in the bathroom and snuck downstairs. I had a couple of smokes and grabbed Starbucks for us in the lobby. I figured that he’d be up soon.
He was in the shower when I got back to the room and I thought about jumping in with him. I set the coffees down and then heard the water turn off. Darn. I didn’t wake up to fucking him, I missed my shower opportunity, and he was dressed when he came out of the bathroom. We did have plans for the day but we were in a hotel in the morning. We had never been in a hotel in the morning together. I gave him his coffee and told him to sit in the big comfy chair in the corner of the room.
I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, throwing it down on the chair as Nick looked a little confused at first. I knelt down on the floor between his legs and he soon figured out what I was up to. I took his cock out of his pants and began a little morning oral treat. I performed my normal mouth routine and Nick was seeming to enjoy it. I wanted to make him cum by my mouth and swallow him before we headed out for the day. He seemed to come close a few times but I ended up giving up and we had a laugh about it. It would have to wait until tonight.
We were hungry and there was a nearby IHOP. Nick and I had been to Phoenix IHOPs and Denny’s many times over the years due to our mutual love of breakfast foods so we decided to walk over. I kept forgetting that Nick had injured his foot so we limped down the main drag over for breakfast. We also had to pop into the Kmart for a couple of things that Nick needed. Even in Cape Cod, I found myself doing ridiculous errands with Nick. We limped back to the hotel and waited for his parents to pick us up.
Nick’s mom thought it would be nice to give me a tour around the island since I had come so far to visit with Nick. His parents were very sweet to me, surprisingly open compared to so many people I know. It can’t be ideal that your only son has a married lover, a dozen years older than him to boot. We all got along quite well for the day as Nick’s mom drove with his dad riding shotgun and Nick and I in the backseat holding hands. Nick and I had done many things in a backseat, even anal, but we had never held hands and enjoyed ocean views from a backseat before. She took us to several beaches and a lighthouse chatting away like a tour guide and we all had some laughs along the way. It was a lovely day of sightseeing around Cape Cod.
We went back to his parent’s house where they said they wanted to make dinner for me. Nick’s mom and Nick were cute, chopping away in the kitchen as his dad poured us all some red wine. We sat around chatting and enjoying our wine while dinner cooked. His parents were watching TV so Nick and I went to sit out back on the patio. I wanted to have a cigarette or two with my wine. It was still really cold out but at least the sun was shining so it was bearable with jackets.
Soon dinner was ready and we sat down together for a lovely meal. His mother was definitely a talker and was even asking about my husband and homelife as if this is a normal dinner with an out of town guest. She even brought up Nick’s old roommate and my former lover Max. I started to reply to her until Nick interrupted and asked that we please not talk about Max. We all laughed, (probably for different reasons), and the subject was changed. It was decided, (a bit to Nick’s displeasure) that he should stop drinking so he can just drive us back to the hotel. We all watched some TV after dinner and then Nick and I headed back to the hotel.
We had picked up a little smoke that Nick had at his house and managed to steal an apple from Mom’s kitchen to smoke it in when we arrived at the hotel. We walked around the parking lot and after only one hit Nick said he was good. Unusual for him. He used to smoke a lot in Phoenix but I knew that he wasn’t smoking as much in Massachusetts. I had a couple puffs and a cigarette before we went up to the room.
I made us coffee and we lied down in bed. We flipped channels and cuddled but Nick didn’t seem to be hitting on me. My thoughts turned back to the morning when he didn’t cum. What did I do now? He got a little moody on me, saying he wasn’t feeling that good and I got a little teary. This was our last night together, maybe forever. He was all over me the day before and now nothing. I knew he didn’t like it when I got emotional so he kind of teased me and then the next thing I knew, we were fucking again, changing positions, and he was soon cumming standing up next to the bed as I knelt on the bed, ass up, in front of him. I think we even came together. We only had one round this time but I did get to lie on his chest and drift off to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with Nick still sleeping and headed down for cigarettes and coffee again. This time when I got back to the room, Nick was just waking up. I was pulled back into bed for a morning round. It was our last time as I was leaving around noon that day. We enjoyed each other’s bodies with him eating me out until I came, me sucking his cock and fucking me in a myriad of positions.
I had wanted to get in a round of anal during my visit but we got caught up in regular fucking so alas, it was skipped this trip.
I kept thinking that this may actually be the last time I see him. I was keeping that inside as I know by now that he’s not comfortable discussing the matter. He brushes it off and claims that we’ll always be in each other’s lives. I know that he’s right but I also think that we won’t always be lovers. He’s been such a main part of my life and we have had times when weren’t lovers but we were close friends even then. We always seem to find ourselves fucking again and I hope that somehow that tradition continues. I pondered this, looking out of the car window at the fall colors as Nick drove us back to his Mom’s house. She wanted to fix me breakfast before I had to head to the airport. My life is weird. I fucking love it.
-Juliet Adelaide
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