Christopher and I saw each other for a few months last spring. I really liked him and we had lots of good times. As tends to happen with men I see over time, I was given the brush off citing the need for a serious relationship. He can not meet a real girlfriend or potential wife if he’s fucking me. I’ve gotten this before.
It actually ended kind of badly as he blindsided me with a text to end things abruptly and then got mad when I told him that I didn’t want to remain friends. I don’t have time for “just friends.” I tell the men I’ve seen that, as a hotwife, I only get a couple of nights out a week and those are for lovers. Why make false promises of friendship?
Still, I was sad. Christopher was attractive and fun. He worked, had a car and an apartment, and was a good lover. He was even a good kisser, an important trait to me. I moved on and so did he. I never heard from him after our little tift via text for nearly a year. I thought about him from time to time and hoped he was well. He was a good person and I hoped he found what he was looking for… But he didn’t.
I was out for drinks with Tanner, who ironically had kind of turned into a “just friends” role lately in my life, when a text from Christopher appeared. I put my phone back in my purse without checking it. I didn’t want to be rude to Tanner and had no idea what Christopher would want. I did check it next time I went to the ladies room.
It was a sweet message, wishing me well and saying that he missed me. I was quite surprised. I do have former lovers who pop back into my life but this was one that I didn’t think I’d hear from again. I missed him too but I’d have to think about it. He could wait until tomorrow for a reply and it would give me a little time to think it over.
Tanner and I had a nice evening and I dropped him home after drinks. I went home and read some of my old blog posts that I had written about Christopher. I wanted to see him again. He didn’t even really get to three strikes, my limit for stupid mistakes by lovers of mine. I texted him back the next day telling him that I missed him too and would be interested in getting together again.
He seemed glad to hear back from me and it was nice catching up. We were soon setting up a date and even had some naughty chat, sending some pictures back and forth. I forgot that he had such a big cock. I enjoyed the virtual play for a couple of days but I wanted to see him, to kiss him, to feel him inside of me.
We decided that I’d pick him up and we’d grab some dinner and catch up. I told him that I wanted to tease him at dinner. I texted him when I arrived at his apartments and anxiously waited for him to come out. He looked great strolling towards me. He slid into the passenger seat, leaning in to kiss me. I missed his lips. He slid his hand under my hair as our lips parted and our breath intermingled. I could just begin to feel the tip of his tongue move against mine. We shared gentle, sensual kisses in the Jetta and I briefly considered skipping dinner.
He took me to a nice restaurant after asking if I liked salmon (which I do). It was a busy evening but we got a table right away and sat together on the booth side of a fourtop. We sorted out our order and got a couple fancy drinks as we laughed, chatted, and kissed. There were quite a few people nearby so I couldn’t tease him as much as I wanted but we were clearly having the best time of all the tables in the restaurant.
We enjoyed our salmon, but we were both eager to get back to his place. He paid the check and wrapped his arm around my waist, escorting me out of the restaurant making comments that he had to protect me from a group of men that watched me as I walked by. He suggested that we could crash one of the private parties that were happening out on the patio and get some free drinks. We laughed and I decided I’d probably have to put out though and I just wanted to fuck him.
We kissed a bit more in the parking lot with Christopher’s hands roaming all over my tight sweater dress. We got back in the Jetta and opened the windows so we could both have a smoke on the way. He put his hand on my thigh and slid his fingers across my panties. Luckily, his place was close.
We went straight to the bedroom. We stood just kissing for quite a while. Christopher eventually stepped back, licking his lips and went put some music on. I sat down on the bed and took off my boots. He kneeled on the floor in front of me and removed my panties. As I laid back on the bed, Christopher began to tend to my pussy.
He licked his fingers as he began to rub my clit. I moaned and closed my eyes as his tongue danced along my lips to my clit. He slid a finger into my wet cunt. It was so hot to see such a handsome man between my thighs and to feel his moans against my pussy, his warm breath adding to my arousal. He used his fingers and mouth on me until I was starting to move my hips upward and moaning louder before I came, clenching the sheets with my fingers and saying, “Fuck” rather loudly.
Christopher finally got undressed, climbed in bed and kissed me. I took my turn to tend to him. He began to toy with my hair as I licked around the head of his cock. I licked the drool off that had dripped down his long shaft. I slid it into and out of my mouth, slowly at first but quickening in pace. I would slow down and stroke it with my hand, grabbing the head firmly before taking it into my throat. I would gag and drool as Christopher began to thrust forward. He pulled back telling me that he wanted to fuck me.
He reached for a condom and then suggested that I ride his cock while pulling me on top of him.
I rubbed his cock against my clit, slid just the head in and then back out to rub my clit so more.
He pulled me down to kiss him as I guided his cock into me. I started riding slowly so that I could continue kissing him, feeling his gentle tongue against mine. I sat upright because after riding him slowly for a while, I could already feel myself nearing orgasm. He leaned up to kiss my nipples and caress my breasts. I began to feel my pussy throbbing on his cock as I muttered, “Fuck” repeatedly. It’s my go-to to word during sex. I don’t even mean to say it but it just comes out of my mouth. I sometimes combine it with the occasional “Oh God” which I had said at the beginning of our session when my well-endowed lover first entered me.
Christopher asked me to get on my knees after my orgasm to fuck me from behind. He has mirrored doors on his closet and positioned me so we could both see ourselves fucking. A few thrusts in and I forgot it was there. It was very sexy to watch him enter me in the mirror. I don’t get to see a face when I’m fucked doggie style. I love the feel of the position but that was the one negative aspect. In the mirror, I could see him lean his head back, close his eyes, and bite his lip as he slowly, seemingly in slow motion, slid his cock deep into my dripping wet pussy.
He clutched my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he began to fuck me faster and harder. He was fairly aggressive, thrusting into me deeply as I joked that I could feel it in my throat. He continued until I felt him suddenly pull out. The next thing I felt was hot cum being sprayed all over my back. I love the sensation. Hot cum on my cool skin and the knowledge of a satisfied lover. I collapsed onto my stomach after he took a picture for Hubby and then cleaned me off.
I laid on his chest and we began to gently rub each other’s arms with our fingertips. I knew that he liked to be gently tickled all over post orgasm. I do too. We chatted about a bunch of nonsense including my dream of opening a luxury hotel that rents rooms by the hour. We decided it could have a spa called, “Tickles and Rubs.” It wouldn’t be sexual but I think wealthy people would pay a lot for the attention of my fingertips.
As we continued caressing one another, I couldn’t help but notice Christopher’s erection. I began to tickle and rub his cock. He leaned into kiss me and began to play “tickle and rub” on my clit. I was so wet feeling his fingers running along my lips, into my pussy and out again. We were now laying face to face co-masturbating, if you will, with one another as we continued to kiss. I came to his touch and he reached for another condom.
He rolled on top of me and slid back inside of me. I played with his hair as we continued to kiss as we fucked. I ran my fingers down his back to his ass and clenched it, pulling him forward, deeper into me. We didn’t really change position and Christopher fucked me missionary until I could feel his throbbing cock in my pussy, a benefit of fucking a big cock.
It had gotten late and I went searching for my clothes in his room. I was really glad he had reached out to me. My relationships with lovers are going to be temporary. It’s a fact that I’ve learned better to deal with. I may tend to fall into the “in-between girlfriends” role in their lives but it’s so nice when they come back. They always do. 😉
-Juliet Adelaide
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