A New Hotwife Returns to Her Adoring Husband

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Lucas opens the front door, and there she is, looking just as she did six hours before, except perhaps that her hair is a little less tidy, her makeup largely gone. She’s wearing that cream jacket over a little, tight black dress that only just covers the tops of her black, thigh-high stockings. Her black stilettos are a little scuffed, perhaps.

In that moment as he opens the door, there’s a look in Katie’s eyes that he can’t quite decipher. A question on her lips that she doesn’t say.

Are we okay?

And in return, there’s a major question imprinted on his face.

Did it happen?

And simultaneously, they both smile and nod, confirming that, indeed, it did happen and they are okay.

Then he’s on her, pulling her inside, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her in for the deepest, longest kiss he’s ever given her. She squeals with surprise and delight, her hands clasping his face as he kisses her sweet lips, as she presses her forehead against his — an action that says she’s still his, and he is hers.

He breathes so deeply, almost panting already, his heart hammering in his chest as he sucks on her tongue and squeezes the twin globes of her shapely ass. Breathing her in, knowing that she’s been with another man, she’s spent all evening with him, she’s given herself to him, she’s fucked him.

Katie’s been on a date with her work husband. And now she reeks of sex with him.
There’s a glow about her, a glow that says she’s been freshly fucked, she’s been naughty with another man, she’s been fully satisfied by her adulterous sex. He sucks on her lips and inhales the scent of sex, the lingering musk of another man, all gilded by the remaining traces of her Chanel No.5. He tastes her lips and contemplates the fact that her sweet mouth has been filled with another man’s stiff organ.

Did he come in her mouth? Did he spurt his seed down her throat?

He finds he’s less squeamish about another man touching his wife than he feared he might be. If anything, the strange aroma about her, the dampness of her long, golden hair, the faintly unfamiliar flavor of her mouth turns him on more and more by the minute — because it all provides incontrovertible physical evidence of her infidelity.

‘You still love me?’ she asks, her blue eyes so earnest, even though she’s got to know the answer to her question already.

‘Of course,’ he replies, brushing her hair out of her face before kissing her again, turning her so he can press her up against the wall beside the stairs.

Her hand reaches between his legs, and explores the topography of his crotch — and as her fingers splay out over the sizable bulge in his jeans, she has her answer in the form of her own incontrovertible physical evidence.

‘Was he good?’ Lucas asks, his own fingers now splaying across her breasts, cupping them, lifting them, fondling them as he reaches in to kiss her again — tilting his head up, because the stilettos make her so much taller.

‘Mm-hmm,’ she confirms, knowing by now that he doesn’t want her to play down her lover’s abilities to try and make her husband feel better about his own. Her husband wants her to have a good time with her lover.

With her 'work husband'.

His hands slide down to her narrow waist, and then around to sweep over her delectable rear again, and pull her so that her body crushes up against his hardness. She moans at feeling him so hard for her, so hard against her sex.

‘Did he make you come?’ he asks, breathless from their latest kiss.

‘Oh yes,’ she smiles. ‘A few times, actually.’

‘Where?’ he asks.

‘In my mouth…’ she says, and he kisses her mouth. ‘And on my tits,’ she says, and he stoops to press his face against her breasts, breathing in the earthy smell from her cleavage.

Then she adds, ‘And… in my pussy…’

He reacts at the sound of that word coming out of her mouth, because it ordinarily wouldn’t. If she did at all, she’d refer to it as her 'vagina'. But that word doesn’t seem to fit with how dirty she’s been with her work husband tonight.

He drops down to his knees, his face gliding over her dress as he goes, breathing her in, taunting himself with that ever-present aroma of sex, which only strengthens as he reaches down to her upper thighs. She gazes down at him as he slowly peels up her dress to reveal the tops of her stockings, the garters holding them up, and then her little black lace panties.

She wonders what he’s thinking. Is he horrified? Is he turned on?

What will he do? Tell her to get in the shower, perhaps, as soon as he sees what has happened to her pussy.

But Lucas surprises her by reaching under her dress, his fingers hooking the waistband of her panties, tugging them downward. Now she feels exposed, very exposed.

‘Hey… wait…’

She’s a little self-conscious. After all, she’s just had sex — not more than an hour ago. It was her first real date with her work husband, and the deal had been that she could go all the way, if she wanted to — but then she should come straight home. She shouldn’t stay at Will’s place long enough to shower, because they both knew if she did that, she would find it difficult to leave at all before the morning, and Will would offer to let her stay, if she wanted to.

But Lucas doesn’t seem put off by the state of her. Not at all. In fact, the way he’s kissing almost every inch of her exposed skin, breathing her in as he explores her body, it strikes her that her post-coitus funkiness seems to really turn him on.

And here she was, worried the whole way back in the Uber, that she’d arrive home and her husband would find her like this and be horrified, disgusted, mortally offended at the reality of their little adventure. Well, now he can see everything, and he’s gazing between her thighs like a forty-niner who has discovered the biggest gold nugget in the Sierra Nevada.

It gives her the broadest, most unstoppable smile.

She likes making him happy, and right

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Written by Max Sebastian
Cargado November 3, 2020
Notes A gorgeous wife returns to her loving husband after her first proper date with her 'work husband'.
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