Penelope

One of the best things in the world of being married is being that cheating wife everybody would talk about. Getting those big, hard cocks of strangers ruin your slit before you head home where your faithful husband is dutifully waiting. Having that safe harbor your ignorant hubby has created for you, to which you can always return after having been fucked senseless for several hours. Your seed-filled pussy is already leaking globs of cum on your legs as you walk up on the driveway to your house and wave at your hubby, who is waiting on the porch.

He greets you as always, like a puppy, happy that you are back from your long hours at your management job. You give him a quick peck on his cheek as you walk past him, straight to the marital bedroom. You tell him in a bossy tone to you; you need stress release. He knows that you have a very demanding job, and he is eager to pleasure you with his tongue, just the way you always want it from him.

Having no manners, you simply climb up on the bed, and you roll on your back, still having all your clothes on, including your high heels. After pulling your short skirt up all the way to your waist, you quickly spread your stocking-clad legs and you lift your knees up, just as you would do when having a baby. Your high heels find good for your legs on the soft mattress, and the sexy black, transparent slip you wore this morning has been long forgotten in that hotel room. As your husband approaches the bed, you are giving him a good view of your naked, sopping wet pussy, the outer lips slightly gaping.

As he crawls on the bed in between your legs, he can already smell that typical musky and slightly tangy smell your pussy is emitting. Your husband has gotten used to the smell and the wetness of her pussy by now, but he never experienced anything similar with his previous girlfriends. As soon as his lips touch your own stretched lips, you use both your hands to pull his head against your well-used cunt.

You can hear his labored breathing through his nose as he starts licking up the cum left by another man. The seed of your latest stud is still warm, freshly pumped into your womb no more than 15 minutes ago. The hotel you always book is right around the corner, and the entire staff knows that you are a true slut, always giving you the same room at the very beginning of the hallway so everybody at the reception desk can hear your orgasmic screams.

Your husband is very thorough, not missing any drops of cum, not even the globs on your legs, which he gladly swallows. You told him that you have a rare disposition when under stress, as you demanded him to lick you clean the very first time. Even if he could not find anything about it on the internet, he respects you, and like a good husband, he has accepted his role. The taste was now very familiar to him, a sweet-salty kind of taste. It was not always the same; he did occasionally notice slight differences, sometimes more bitter, sometimes saltier.

Once he laps up the mess off your legs, he focuses on emptying your cum-filled cunt. You taught him how to use a finger to get all the jizz out and alternate the sucking with swallowing. He eagerly does, every single time. You are his hotwife, as he loves to nickname her, not even knowing what that truly meant. As the tip of his tongue touched her swollen clit, she almost came. The cock she had just taken in her married pussy had an exceptionally large girth and had been rubbing her love knob the entire time. She lost count of the orgasms she had in the hotel room, her senses overloaded from the pleasure she was receiving.

She praised her husband each time he licked her well-punished clit by moaning, coaching him what he should do. He obediently followed orders as trained. Giving the sensitive jewel quick licks, her orgasm was quickly building up. And just as her husband sucked in the last rope of thick cum, she orgasmed, flooding his face with her juices. She let his head go, and her legs fell wide open while he kept slurping her sauce.

As she was enjoying the slow retreat of her orgasm, she ed how it all started. She had been a faithful woman and had not always been a slut. At least not acting it out. Perhaps she had been a slut all these years, but it never surfaced. Who knows. It all started as they planned to get married in the Caribbean town of Playa del Carmen and then spend their 4-week honeymoon there. It was this cocky pro diver who changed everything. Of course, he had killer looks and he knew it. Like a tall, blonde, muscular Viking towering over her, with that laid back "easy life" look. He was wearing some Mexican bracelets and a big diver's watch. He had that perfect tan from sun, sea, and salt, and under his white t-shirt she could sense his ripping muscles, rock-hard from being challenged each day.

But it was his compliment to her that made her aware of him. He had told her she looked like Paris Hilton, but in a much better way. “A true woman," he had said. The first time she saw him was at this beach bar called the Blue Parrot. She was having lunch with her BFF and the wedding planner, but everything for the wedding was already organized and set up. Nothing more to do than enjoy the location and the weather and get married in a week. Her best friend had to go back to the hotel, and the wedding planner ed her in the cab ride back to the resort. She had decided to hang around a little bit. And that's when he spoke to her the first time.

“Hi Paris.” Somebody said to her with a slight mock in his voice.

“I am sorry?” She said, turning her head to see who was talking to her.

“I think you look like Paris Hilton, but way better. Like a true woman.” He replied.

She smiled at him, taking in what she was seeing. A hunk. An out-of-a-movie real hunk. He had some kind of accent she couldn’t place, perhaps Scandinavian; she didn’t know.

“I am Dutch," he said, as if he was reading her mind.

She smiled at him, not knowing what to do next. Of course she saw his large package; the outline was hard to miss since he was wearing some kind of old, off-white linen beach pants.

“Can I you?” He asked.

Her instinct told her that this was the turning point. If she were to say yes, things would happen. She knew it. If she were to say no, it would be a very boring day.

“Sure.” She replied.

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To be continued.