I met Patrick several years ago. I liked him. He was handsome, fit and had a great smile. He lived quite far from me though and we had a lot of problems trying to coordinate schedules. He was more of a grown up than other men I had seen. He was closer to my age and had a house. I am growing weary of “men” that have 2 or 3 roommates or still live with mom. It’s ridiculous the amount of grown men that don’t even strive for their own place. Also, if they have roommates, I have to be quiet and I don’t care for those kinds of restrictions. Patrick was also aware (and very much into) the hotwife requirements that my husband and I had together. He was kinky. We had recently begun chatting again. Patrick and I were even back to sending some naughty pictures back and forth. I have a couple of men who drift in and out of my life in this manner. I’m enjoying it more than I used to because I now look at it in a more positive manner. It’s nice to know someone was thinking of me, even if it was just thinking of fucking me. I missed fucking Patrick though. He was fun and he talked dirty.
After obtaining permission from my husband, I was permitted an afternoon lunch date with Patrick. In Arizona, we were under an 8pm curfew restriction so we had to get a little creative. We had both been pretty much staying home but were ready to get out and about. It was decided that I would go to Patrick’s so we could chat and catch up before heading to lunch. I thought this may have been code to get in round one before lunch but we actually chatted a while and caught up. It had been a couple of years since we had been together in person but it didn’t feel like it at all. We were laughing and having a good time right away and he was looking very good still. I had forgotten how attractive he was actually. Perhaps it’s that natural gift men have to look more distinguished as they age. Bastards.
Restaurants and bars were just opening up around town as the Covid restrictions were being lifted. There were still many restrictions but it’s also good to help support the businesses. Patrick offered to drive and gave me a little East Valley tour on our way to the pub. There were a few horse property neighborhoods with big beautiful houses. He was into real estate investments and had aspirations of buying one someday. He dabbled in some business and real estate with partners over the years, so I could actually see this for him in the future. It was nice of him to share it with me though, as if showing me his dreams. It was so much nicer than stepping over roommate number 3 playing Xbox in the one bedroom apartment talking about his dream of reaching level 20.
We enjoyed a nice lunch and a couple of beers as we followed proper social distancing guidelines and such. There were only a few people in the place and we wondered how restaurants are going to survive. I felt badly for the staff who had to wear masks and gloves all day as if waiting tables isn’t enough of a pain in the ass. I’ve done it. I know. We discussed the woes of the world and decided we weren’t going to change the world today so we may as well have some fun. Patrick reminded me as we were leaving that he was a dirty talker. I advised him that of course I remembered and was looking forward to it. He gave me a kiss, we headed to his place, and went immediately into the bedroom.
We stood and kissed before Patrick began to unzip my sunflower sundress. It’s one of those dresses that you can’t wear a bra with, so my boobs were exposed as my dress fell to the floor. Patrick leaned down as he cupped my breasts and kissed my nipples. We climbed onto the bed as we continued kissing. The talking began. Patrick began with rubbing my pussy over my pink panties and asking me, “Whose pussy is this today?” I was to respond that it was his so I moaned gently and responded, “My pussy is yours today Patrick.” With that little response, it was game on. Patrick began to moan as he went between my thighs, removing my panties and rubbing his fingers along my lips. He complimented me and my pussy as he took his tongue to it. He told me how good I felt and tasted as I looked down at the handsome man between my thighs. I started to writhe and moan as he tended to my clit with his mouth, sometimes talking into my pussy. This actually feels good, as does moaning. It creates a little vibration and that just gets me more wet.
Patrick came back up to me, kissing my breasts and neck, before arriving at my lips. He reminds me that my pussy is his today and tells me how much his cock wants to be inside of it. I return a few words of how I can’t wait to cum on his cock, clench up on it, drip my wetness all down his shaft. Apparently, his cock wanted my mouth drool first. Patrick told me to suck his cock. He needed to feel my beautiful mouth on him. He laid back and I got between his thighs. My hair was getting in the way, stuck in my mouth and stuck to his cock. We were laughing. I asked if I should grab a ponytail holder. He said no. He likes my hair messy and likes to mess with it as I suck his cock. He gathered it up and I spit on the head of his cock. He was watching me and he moaned loudly as I spit, encouraging me to get it all wet and drool on it. He spoke of his love of my mouth and my pretty face. I stroked and sucked from his balls to the tip. He would switch between moaning and talking, all of it very sexy. I would gag and hold it in my throat. I popped it out of my mouth and looked up at him. He told me that he just might have to cum on my pretty face…but not yet. He pulled out of my mouth, grabbed a condom and told me that he just had to fuck me now. He would ask me if I was ready to fuck him and I would have to say yes and please fuck me. He smacked my ass and called me a good girl as he told me to get on my knees.
He asked me to position in such a way that we could both see ourselves in a mirror he had as we were fucking. I hadn’t even noticed the mirror on the closet door but it was sexy. I got on all fours, (ass up), as he began to rub his cock against my wet pussy, and back and forth against my clit. He then commented on my tattoo as he slid inside of me. We could both look up and see him pounding me, grabbing my hips, pulling me into him. He couldn’t seem to get deep enough. I began to rub my clit underneath me as I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Patrick sensed it too and began his demands of cumming for him. It worked. Between his words, his thrusts and my fingers, I was soon throbbing on his cock.
He pulled out and kind of collapsed next to me saying that he was taking a break. I worried what that meant, but his break was only like a minute or two. He was back to complimenting me and telling me to lay on my back so he can see me while he fucks me and when he cums. He told me to lie flat, legs together, as he got on top of me and squeezed his cock between my thighs. Just the tip was sliding into me slowly and Patrick was quick to moan and spread my legs wider. He was very sexy to watch as he fucked me. He moved me around into different positions before I found myself on my back again with my ankles on his shoulders. Patrick noticed that my toes were pointing. When I’m close to orgasm, I point or curl my toes. I forgot, but he noticed and was a bit of a foot enthusiast. He held my feet and kissed them as he continued fucking me. He talked about the pretty pink polish. I was nervous that he would tickle the bottoms of my feet as my feet are very ticklish. He was good with them though. He held and kissed them without tickling me. He advised me that he was about to cum. He was moaning as he held my ankles out now so that I was spread open. I watched as he leaned his head back, rolled his eyes back, and when he did cum, it was the only time that he was quiet.
We laid together for a while longer to chat and cuddle but I had told my husband that I would be home early. Due to the curfew, I had to be anyway. It also gave us a somewhat rare, true hotwife opportunity. My husband could reclaim me right after I was fucked by my lover. This is my husband’s preference but if I go out at night, it’s usually been the following night. He liked to take his naughty wife back right away. I headed home with a smile on my face for having me some afternoon delight and an upcoming submissive evening…
-Juliet Adelaide
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The Reclaiming Night.
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