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My Second Hotwife Email to My Husband
“I can’t believe you like to know these details, honey!”
Now that Mark had allowed me to meet another man alone for sex, I actually dared to do it a second time. As before, it was Mark’s idea. He surprised me. After my previous caper, fucking Bryan, I thought he would say, “Never again.”
Instead, he asked, “Are you ready for another?”
I was flabbergasted! Mark had found Sammy on the swinger’s website, swinglifestyle.com, and he actually took the trouble to meet Sammy in person before recommending him to me. Here’s what Mark told me after meeting him:
“Sammy’s a nice guy. He understands where I’m coming from in wanting to let my wife fuck other guys. He gets it. He lost his wife to cancer a few years ago, but they were swingers before she got sick. I think Sammy deserves a good time.”
Well, what could I say to that? Game on!
Below is the email that I wrote to Mark later that evening after my lunch date with Sammy:
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Hi Honey;
Thank you so much for allowing me to have time alone with Sammy this afternoon. You’re beyond amazing! He made sure to tell me that he thinks you’re an amazing husband. And, I want you to know that you are, and always will be the love of my life; my number one, best friend, and sweetest husband and lover ever.
I was really nervous on the way to the coffee shop where you had arranged for me to meet Sammy. I knew that he expected more than lunch (frankly, so did I,) so I prepared appropriately. Under my dress, I wore black lace panties and thigh-high stockings — not something you would normally wear for a lunch date. I also had packed a small bag with massage oil, a single candle with matches, and the new three-piece lingerie set that you bought me for the occasion.
When I got to the restaurant, he was waiting for me, and the first thing he said was, “Are you as nervous as I am?”
I told him that I really was. I wasn’t very hungry since I had had a nice breakfast with you, so I just had a slice of apple pie and he had an omelet.
During lunch, I learned more about him. He’s a real talker. No awkward silences at any time. Then, he apologized because he thought he was talking too much. I thought it was cute. I liked him right away.
Lunch was fun but short. He suggested we leave my car at the restaurant, and I ride with him. I’m still too new at this to trust a guy I don’t know that well, so I told him that I’d follow him wherever we were going. He didn’t argue. I followed as he drove straight to the hotel.
He had already picked up the key as if it were the most natural thing to do. That was a smart move on his part. It avoided any possible awkwardness. He probably thought, “If I have to take time to pay for the room and get the key, she might chicken out.”
He waited for me to get out of my car, and then he led me to the room; a standard hotel room. Not seedy, but not luxurious, either. It was the kind of place you’d stay in if you were traveling for business, but but didn’t have an expense account.
I just said, “Nice.”
He kind of shrugged, as if to say, “It’ll serve its purpose.” The purpose, of course, was for him to fuck somebody else’s wife! The difference being, it was with that husband’s blessing.
I lit a candle and found some soft music on the TV. Then we just started kissing. We kissed a lot. You know how I love kissing, and he’s a good kisser! That might have been his favorite part of the encounter… or on second thought, probably not!
He was curious about the new, three-piece lingerie set you got me. I had told him about it during lunch, and I told him that, if he wanted to see it, he would have to remove my clothing for me. It was under my clothing.
He slowly removed my top, kissing me in various places. He kissed my lips, my cheek, neck, and then kissed all the way down between my breasts. Then, he started undoing my jeans. He took less time to get my jeans off. He really liked the lace panties, thigh-highs, and bra that I was wearing, and he told me so.
Soon, he eased me back onto the bed, and we started making out. (Is that an old-fashioned term now? Making out?)
His kisses were passionate, almost hungry. He was all over, kissing and caressing my breasts, my neck, and my lips. This kissing went on for a long time, and I didn’t mind one bit! It was delicious.
Then he started eating my pussy. His technique was very different than yours. While you center your tongue on all my erotic places, he lets his tongue travel and move up and down like a penis. I like your way better, but this was nice, too. He said that he loved how I got wet so quickly.
He really enjoyed licking me, getting his face all wet with my juices, and coming back up to kiss my lips. He wanted me to taste myself on his lips. I didn’t really taste anything, but I let him think I did since it seemed to turn him on so much.
We carried on like this for quite a long time, alternating between his kissing my boobs, my face, my lips. Then, he’d go down and lick my pussy some more. All of it was glorious. To have another man ravish me like this, and not feel any guilt, because you had given me permission, and had even encouraged me!
You’re a crazy husband, by the way! Did you know that?
Then he said that he wanted to fuck me. Yep! He said that. He apologized for his use of the word, but I laughed and told him that it was appropriate for the situation.
He was on his back, so I straddled him. His cock is a bit thinner than yours. You know that I’m not a size queen, and I don’t care about size. I don’t care, but I do notice, at least. We fucked slowly and with a delicious passion. I looked down at his face, with my tits swaying over his eyes. He had a happy smile.
Then, I climbed off of him. I had brought a tube of that watermelon-scented oil from home, and I slathered it onto his cock. I proceeded to give him a blow job. I took my time with that because I could see that he really liked it.
But, neither of us had cum yet. I decided to masturbate in front of him. He had told me that he likes watching a woman masturbate. I laid back, put my hand on my clit, and gave it my all. When I reached orgasm he put his face right up to my pussy to watch me cum! That was a surprise and a turn-on!
He was embarrassed about not cumming for some reason, but I reassured him that I was fine with it. We took a little break and talked about some other sexual experiences and ideas. We kissed some more and pumped up the passion once again. This time he decided to go ahead and masturbate while I watched. I partially watched and kissed him deeply and he hardened. When he got close to cumming, I placed my face near his cock. He finally did cum, and I got just a little on me.
Once he recovered, he actually went back to licking my pussy. That seemed to be his favorite thing. He just saturated his face with my wetness. I came again. I was quite vocal and I laughed at the end, the way I do.
My laughing surprised him and he thought that I was laughing at him. I told him that I always laugh when I orgasm. It is a major release, and I definitely was not laughing at him. I think he was surprised that I came again. Actually so was I.
He really kissed me with my juices all over his face. By this time it didn’t surprise me, and I wasn’t resistant anymore.
We rested again and eventually worked our way to the shower. He was afraid that you would smell him on me. I assured him that you actually like that, and he needn’t worry. Our shower was quick, and except for some hugs and kisses, there wasn’t any more sex. One of my thigh-highs had gotten a hole in it, so I gave it to him as a “parting gift”. If you would like it, I’ll give you the other one. (The one without the hole!)
He hopes to see me again. I’d like to have sex with him again, so I hope that’s okay. It was fun! I suggested that the three of us might have dinner together sometime. We also discussed the possibility of having a threesome in the future, if you would be okay with that. I hope you would be. I’d love to get ravished by two men at once, my darling! Can we do that? Please?
I love you very, very much! Thank you!
Your Wild, Wicked Wife!
