Confessions of a Hotwife - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Hotwife

... it," I remarked as my deft fingers undid the clasp of his slacks.

Once undone, I used two skillful fingers to draw his zipper down and then slipped his pants down his legs, leaving the white cotton of his briefs as the only barrier concealing his rock-hard cock. "I'm touching it through his underwear," I remarked.

James undid the final button of his shirt, and the bright white garment fell to the floor behind him.

The rock-solid bulge in his briefs clearly outlined his cock, and as I slowly teased it through his jockeys, a tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. I smiled and said, "There's a tiny reward showing on his pants."

I leaned forward and touched that spot with the tip of my tongue. "It tastes delightful."

"Uncover him," Mark urged.

My fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of his briefs, and as I lifted it away from his flesh, I turned them inside out and drew them down his thighs.

James' hands rested on his hips as I began surveying his erect cock. "It's a beautiful cock, at least seven inches and smooth as silk," I said.

James just smiled.

"His cock head looks like a sexy mushroom, and the flair of his corona emphasizes the shape," I said.

I hadn't yet touched him, and I continued my description, saying, "It's so fucking hard, rising from his loins and pointing toward the ceiling."

I needed to touch it, needed to feel it surge in my hand, and as I lifted one delicate hand to his shaft, the other cradled his balls in my palm. "His ...

... balls feel like they are full of creamy cum," I said.

With one hand caressing his balls, I used the other to stroke the length of his rock-hard shaft toward the head. "Another tasty reward," I said as a second droplet of pre-cum oozed from his urethra.

I leaned forward, drew his cock head down, and used the tip of my tongue to smear his moisture evenly over his smooth glans.

James had enough of my light caresses and said with a sense of urgency in his voice, "Suck it, Penny."

Mark's voice agreed as he said, "Yes, take him in your sweet, wet mouth."

I smiled at him, and as I parted, my shinning lips softly moaned, signaling for James to take over describing my oral technique to my husband.

I teased the smooth flesh of his glans and closed my lips just beyond the beautiful flair of his corona.

"She's taken my cock head between her lips," he said.

I gently caressed his cock head with my tongue and then began bobbing back and forth to tease his corona with my lips.

James moaned and then said, "Her mouth is so fucking good. She's using her lips and tongue to suck just the tip."

Until this point, James was content to let his hands rest on his hips, but his urgency to feel my mouth deeper on his beautiful seven-inch cock took control, and he moved his hands to the window sill on either side of my head.

I let him slip from my sensual oral grasp, stared up into his sinful eyes, and said, "Fuck my mouth."

James was gentle at first, slipping his cock ...