Confessions of a Hotwife - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Hotwife

... bank of elevators, but once the doors glided closed, he placed his hands on my hips and drew me backward toward him. "I'm going to fuck you, silly," he remarked as his strong hands grabbed my tits.

I slid my key card through the reader, and the tiny light changed from red to green. His hands were gripping my ass as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was luxurious, with a single king-sized bed positioned between two small bedside tables and a round table with two chairs that had wrap-around arms. Across the room, there were wall-to-wall windows looking out over the skyline.

I moved toward the windows as James stood there watching me stroll away from him. When I reached the bank of windows, I turned and faced him and then held one arm out using my index finger to beckon him to join me. As he started toward me, I said, "I wanna become reacquainted with your hot cock."

As he strolled, his eyes surveyed the vision of sensuality awaiting him. He stopped once I was within arm's reach, and I slid my fingertips up from his waist across his chest to the top button of his white dress shirt. One by one, I unbuttoned his shirt, pressing the tiny white clasp through its corresponding hole until I reached the button just above the waistband of his slacks. I gathered one wrist in my hands and undid the button, and then moved to his other hand and opened that one.

His eyes were fixed on mine as I again moved my dainty fingertips up. But this time, they slipped ...

... over naked flesh, teasing and tempting it as I moved. Reaching the top, I slowly lifted the garment from his shoulders and let it drop off his body. The shirt hung from the waistband of his slacks, turned inside out.

He stood before me waiting, and I picked up my cell, dialed Mark's number, and placed it on speaker.

"I'm here," Mark said, answering the call.

I placed the phone on the window sill and said, "I remember how fit and trim James' chest muscles are."

James didn't speak, and as I again touched his skin with my nails, I said, "I'm teasing his flesh."

I leaned forward and lightly kissed the outline of his collarbone from the shoulder into his neck.

I softly moaned. "He likes my kisses,"

Ever so slowly, I moved my shimmering lips down and softly suckled his erect nipples. "His nipples are rock-hard," I commented.

One hand reached the waistband of his slacks, and as I lowered it to his loins, I said, "He's getting hard."

My kisses continued downward across his abdomen, lightly teasing his smooth belly and pressing the tip of my moist tongue into his belly button.

As I crouched before him, James said, "She's getting down on her knees."

I let my knees sink into the thick carpet and slid both hands up the front of his thighs. His cock tenting the front of his slacks, begging to be released, pleading to be exposed to my lustful eyes.

"She looks so fuckin sexy kneeling before me," James said as he stared into my sultry eyes.

"I need to see ...