July 14, 2008
Hello my name is Lupo. I have been a fan of your site for a long time. My wife Calliope (whom I have attached a few pictures of) and I have talked about cuckolding. When the hotwifedating site was started, we posted a ad calling ourselves Ombralupo. We were contacted almost right away by Sport. After a lot of emails, texts, IMs, and phone calls, Sport and I had lunch together. I put my stamp of approval on him. This lead to a dinner with the three of us. There was flirting and a little touching but that was all. My wife really liked him as a person and was attracted to him. We invited him over to have some dinner a few weeks later. I will let my wife tell you what happened on that day:
My name is Calliope. My husband and I have been discussing cuckolding for a while now, and finally decided to try it out and found a good match for us pretty quickly. After the emails and text messages and steamy voicemails went well, the next logical progression was to go to dinner and meet our potential “friend” face to face. He was very sweet and outgoing, and I tried to get over my natural shyness even though I giggled every time he touched my leg, which was OFTEN. But the butterflies in my stomach were a sure sign that there was also chemistry there, so after our platonic date I told my husband I definitely wanted to see this guy again. “What if I said no?” my husband asked with a grin. I think he already knew my answer. “Tough; you don’t get to decide.” I told him.
We soon set up a second meeting for dinner at our house, followed by talking and then seeing what would come next. In the days before the date, my future lover tantalized me with scandalous voicemails that I had to listen to in private, afraid someone might be able to hear or see on my face that I was totally turned on by what I was listening to. My hubby usually texts me, so every time I had a voicemail I just knew who it was.
On the day of the date I could barely get any work done. I thought all day about what I was willing to do with this near-stranger. I wondered if having sex with him on the second date would make me a slut. Then I laughed because having sex with another man in front of my husband made me a slut, and I was enjoying it no matter which date it was.
We rushed home after work and did the last minute picking up around the house quickly so I could shower and change. My husband helped me dress in a tight blue corset with matching thong, jeans, and a white shirt that showed some of the corset underneath it. He got me a drink while I did my makeup, and just as I finished our new friend arrived.
As soon as he walked in I had the feeling that I was going to have sex with him, but I was suddenly feeling shy again, so we all just talked and ate dinner, enjoying the evening and each other’s company. Then my husband suggested that I show our guest what was under my shirt. I unbuttoned my shirt and turned to face him. He smiled and said, “Very nice. How about if I did this?” and he started gently touching my breasts inside the top of the corset. I was instantly turned on and started breathing heavily. He continued touching and massaging my tits while he leaned in for a passionate kiss. I don’t think I have ever gone from shy to brazen so quickly. He seemed to enjoy turning me into a sudden insatiable slut, chuckling and telling me how sexy I looked.
We continued groping and kissing on the couch for a while, and I took off my jeans to straddle his lap, where his already hard cock was pushing up his shorts into a bump I could grind my pussy against. He pushed my thong aside and slid his fingers inside my pussy, which was hot and soaking wet by then, and he moaned when he felt how much his kisses and fondling was affecting me.
“I want you so bad, right now,” he murmured. I made the decision that it was definitely time to take it all the way at that point. One of the biggest turn-ons for me has always been when a man says he wants me. I took my thong off and with some help from him unbuttoned his shorts, freeing his hard cock to my exploring hands. Loads of precum was coating the head of his cock, and I used it as lube as I glided my hand up and down his shaft, running my palm over the top to watch him jump and squirm. He got even harder under my hand and finally he kissed me again and pulled me back onto his lap. His cock strained upward, touching the outer lips of my pussy and rubbing back and forth for a moment before slipping inside. He sucked in a breath of pleasure and grinned at me once before kissing me again deeply and moving in and out, finding our rhythm together.
“Oh, yeah, I could get used to fucking you,” he said. I just moaned, too far gone in pleasure to respond coherently. His cock has a slight curve to it that was rubbing against my G-spot in a way my hubby never has been able to do, and I was enjoying every second of it. Soon I was actually cumming from it, moaning louder than I usually allow myself to do. My husband was watching all of it breathlessly, memorizing all he could of the experience. Soon, though, I had to stop because my hips were protesting the straddling position on our cushiony couch. So we moved into the bedroom.
Knowing my new lover’s preference for a nice ass view, I got onto our waterbed on my hands and knees, aiming my ass into the air in his direction. He came into the room and stopped talking mid-sentence to admire my round, full ass. He immediately started fondling it and even spanked it lightly a few times, then he pressed his hard cock into my pussy again and pulled back on my hips to fuck me doggy-style. I was loving this position, my favorite, but soon he needed to switch position since the hard sides of our waterbed were hurting his legs. I didn’t mind. I wanted to see what the other positions felt like with my new playmate. I lay down on my back and he got on top and thrust his cock into me again, rubbing my G-spot with it as he had on the couch. Soon he leaned back and took my ankles in his hands, lifting my legs up high so he could get deeper inside me. His balls slapped my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, and soon I was cumming again.
He got onto his back and I got on top, teasing him by moving my hips in circles on his cock. He gripped my hips hard and moaned. I guess that felt good because he told me to keep that move in mind for future dates. I used the muscles of my pussy to squeeze his hard shaft each time he slid out of me and relax each time he slid in. He played with my tits and my ass as I arched my back and continued moving on his cock until I brought myself to a third orgasm.
By now we were both pretty tired, and I sent my hubby for a drink of water. While he was gone my lover told me he was very close to cumming and said that he wanted to explode deep inside my pussy and fill it with his cum. I groaned in pleasure, because that is just about my favorite feeling of all, when a man presses deep inside me and unloads his cum. I told him I wanted him to cum in me just as my hubby came back in with water for us. We sipped it and then I had to put it down because he was touching my nipples and distracting me. We kissed deeply again, and then he was on top of me, entering my hot pussy that was already getting very accustomed to his cock. He increased his speed gradually, both of us breathing harder and faster in time with his thrusts as I tried to match his pace with my own upward movements of my hips. Finally, he looked down at me and told me he was going to cum. I told him, “yes, cum in me. Make me your naughty slut.” He moaned and then came deep inside me, giving me yet another small orgasm from the feeling of his cock twitching inside me.
After all of that we needed a little rest, so we relaxed on the bed and talked to my husband, who was still completely dressed. I felt a little odd that we were naked (my corset had been taken off sometime during all the fucking) and he still had all his clothes on, but it also seemed right to be so naughty.
We talked for a while and then my hubby mentioned that it was getting a little late, so if my lover wanted to fuck me again he needed to make it kind of quick. We all had to work the next day, and he still had to drive home. I was expecting him to say it was too late and just go, but he turned to me with a sparkle in his eye and said, “What d’ya say, wanna go again?” I chuckled and told him I was ready, and he immediately started playing with my tits and my ass again. I couldn’t believe how fast he got hard again, but very soon he was ready to fuck. First, however, he had to torture us both by rubbing his cock up and down my outer pussy, avoiding my attempts to push my pussy up around him. Finally he grinned and thrust his cock all the way into my pussy, chuckling about me closing my eyes and moaning when he did so. He again built up speed, his curved cock caressing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me. This time he didn’t hold anything back, quickly building up to a fever pitch, fucking me faster and harder than at any other time of the night. Very soon he warned me that he was close again, and I moaned for him to fill my pussy again. He liked hearing me beg for his cum, and with one last thrust he came hard inside me. I had another one of the little sympathy orgasms I get when a man cums in me, and I smiled up at him as he pulled his cock out and rested for a moment before getting dressed.
We walked him to the door and thanked him for coming over, and I gave him one last lingering kiss goodnight. As soon as he was gone my husband led me into the bedroom and gently pushed me down onto my back, burying his face in my pussy and licking my lover’s cum out of me. My husband is very good at oral, so even though I was exhausted I was soon ready to be fucked yet again. Hubby was already hard, probably had been since I had started making out with our guest in the living room, and as soon as I reached down to touch his shoulder and said, “Fuck me” he was surging up my body to comply. His own shorts were on the floor in a millisecond, and he thrust his own cock into my pussy where my lover’s had been less than 15 minutes before. He fucked me harder than usual, desperately aroused by watching me all evening with another man. His cock always feels good, but my body had spent the whole evening adapting to my lover’s cock and now my husband’s didn’t feel quite as right. I told him this and he moaned. I smiled at him and asked how another man’s cum had tasted in his wife’s pussy. I could barely make out the word “great” in his answering moan, so I chuckled and asked him how the sloppy seconds felt on his cock. He groaned loudly and fucked even harder, which I took to mean that it felt very good for him to fuck me after another man had already cum in my pussy.
Fortunately, since I was very tired, my hubby came very, very quickly, adding his cum to the two loads already filling up my pussy. He collapsed onto the bed beside me, and both of us slept very soundly that night.
I think I can safely speak for both of us when I say we are both looking forward to seeing my lover again. More emails and voicemails have brought up some very interesting ideas for the next time we get together. I know I still get hot and wet just thinking about fucking him again, and we are thinking about leaving Hubby out of it next time, just letting him hear my moans from the other room. We’ll have to see what happens.
Submitted by: Ombralupo - llinois