The Journey

I was trying to read my book but only managed a couple of pages in the last few hours. My thoughts kept returning to my wife, Mia, and my imagination ran wild. It was her second weekend at Jim's, and as I recalled what she had told me about her first time, I wasn't sure any longer if it was a good idea. Although I loved her being my hotwife, I could not help but feel the ugly head of jealousy rising in my gut, thinking how close they had become emotionally and, in fact, I felt they were lovers.

She reassured me it was nothing more than loving a friend, but this friend enjoyed so much more. Her being with him again drove me to imagine all sorts of scenarios, and the same question kept popping up in my thoughts, "Was he really only just a friend with benefits as she'd told me?"

She should be home any minute from her weekend with Jim, I thought while glancing at the clock. In fact, she should have been home already. I kept reading, regularly looking at the time when finally, I heard the front door open and her cheerful voice, which I so loved.

"I am home, Babe."

"Here, in the living room, Baby."

Looking up from my book, I watched her walk through the door, and seeing me on the couch, she strolled to me and kissed my lips.

"Let me shower and change out of these clothes, Babe, then I will join you."

"Sure, I will be here, waiting."

I watched her walk out of the room, thinking how I had missed her and knowing she had spent the weekend with Jim would have been so exciting if not for my insecure thoughts. I put the book on the table, fetched two glasses and a bottle of wine from the kitchen, and waited for her while quietly sipping my drink. I decided not to voice my concerns, as they could have been only the product of my mind, but to wait and see how her weekend had been and what she would say. I heard her heels on the parquetry, and when I saw her, my mouth gaped, and my cock twitched in the cage.

Her diaphanous black robe did not hide anything, clearly displaying her gorgeous body, breasts and clean-shaven mound. Her black stockings were held up by garter belts, perfectly framing her raw and still red pussy. The black stiletto pumps were the ideal complement to the outfit, the highest heels she had, supposedly. I did not know how she could even walk in them, but she did and did it with confidence. She picked up the glass from the coffee table, sat on the armchair opposite me, and slowly crossed her legs, allowing the robe to open and fall off her thighs as her eyes were fixed on me while sipping the wine.

"You are so gorgeous, a real hotwife."

"Thank you," she said, smiling. "I want to see you naked, Babe. Take your clothes off."

I did not say anything, sensing she wanted to be in charge of what was happening, so I just stood up and took everything off besides the cock cage to which she had the key.

"Gorgeous man. Now sit down."

Standing up, she put the glass on the table and slowly walked over to straddle my thighs. The feeling of her nylons on the sides of my legs was delicious. She placed her hands on both sides of my head and fiercely kissed me, forcing her tongue between my lips, deep into my mouth. I felt the heat of her pussy on my caged cock as she was grinding it on me.

"I missed you, Babe," she murmured.

"I missed you, too."

"You will have me soon," she said, sliding her tongue into my mouth again, dancing with mine as we kissed.

All the jealous feelings had evaporated as we passionately pashed, and I had her back in my arms. She broke the kiss and knelt before me, taking my cock, my cage in her hand. I watched her actions intently as she kissed the steel cage, and her tongue slid between the wires, teasing my pee hole. Her warm breath induced a gush of blood to enter my cock, straining against its cage while her tongue kept teasing me. I so wanted her, wanted my cock in her mouth, enveloped by those luscious red lips. I felt I was going to cum.

"I will cum if you keep doing that," I warned her.

She stopped and looked at me with loving eyes when I noticed on the collar she wore a key that looked familiar.

"We do not want that just yet," she whispered.

She stood up, picked up her glass and walked back to the armchair, looked at me and parted her legs, her fingers teasing her pussy and me while sipping her drink.

"Did you miss me, Babe? Did you miss your slut wife?"

"Yes, I did."

"I was a dirty slut for them."

"Them?"

"Yes, Babe, them."

"I cannot wait to hear what my hotwife has been up to."

"I want you to eat my cunt and do not stop until I cum on your tongue, don't even dare to stop until I tell you so."

She motioned for me to approach her as she slipped to the edge of the cushion. I lowered myself onto my hands and knees, crawled to her, crawled between her legs and softly kissed her folds. I heard a sharp intake of air that made me kiss, lick and suck her pussy eagerly, and drink her juices.

"Yesss.., yesss.., eat my pussy.., lick your hotwife's used cunt.., make me cum.., oh fuck. That's it, cuck!"

I felt her legs on my back, her cunt gushing while her moaning became louder and her words less coherent. She tightened her legs, and I could feel her thighs tremble while her body shook as an orgasm washed over her. After some time, she slumped back in the armchair, legs slipping off my back. I kept licking her soaked pussy, until she grabbed my hair and pulled my head out of her crotch.

"Good boy, that was a delicious orgasm, but it is time you fuck your wife. Stand in front of me."

I stood up, and standing between her legs, she took my cock, the cage in her hand. My pre-cum was dripping from my pee hole, seeing that her tongue darted out and licked it off.

"Delicious," she said as she unclipped the key from her collar for the lock.

I watched her undo the lock and remove the cage, holding my now free cock in her hand. She took it straight into her mouth and sucked it for a few seconds.

"Fuck your wife," she said and got on her hands and knees. "Mount your bitch, breed me."

I crawled behind her, between her legs, rubbed my cock head on her folds, and drove it deep into her raw cunt, then grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, grunting and growling with every thrust. She was moaning and whimpering under the onslaught. Her body convulsed when another orgasm washed over her.

"Breed me," she yelled, "breed your bitch, you fucking cuck."

I did. I had never heard Mia talk like that, but it achieved its purpose, and the floodway opened. My cock flexed in her fuckhole, spewing my jizz into her receptive body.

"I am breeding you bitch," I growled.

"Yesss.., give me your spunk, cuck," she yelled.

I did, squirting into her trembling body several times. Exhausted, I collapsed on her body, and we lay on the floor, catching our breath while curling up in each other's arms later on.

"That was new. What happened? I did not expect to have sex until next Friday."

"I will tell you everything about it, Babe, but now take me to bed. I am so tired."

We cuddled in bed and drifted off to sleep a short time later.

The following morning, I woke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air. I pushed the quilt off my body and realised my cage was on my cock, wondering if last night had been only a dream. If it was, it felt so real, but no, it was not a dream, but real. I walked into the kitchen, wearing only my smile and the cage. Mia was sitting at the counter, her stocking-clad legs crossed, her mule dangling on her foot teasingly.

"Good morning, Baby. The coffee smells good, and you are beautiful."

"Good morning, and thank you."

"Tell me, what's with the cage? You removed it last night, so why is it back on?"

"I only removed it so you can fuck me, Babe. You will have to wear it until I tell you about my weekend unless your wife wants your cock."

"I see."

"I have to get ready for work. Enjoy your breakfast."

She softly kissed me, dragging her red fingernails across the cage. I watched her walk across the kitchen floor, admiring her shapely legs, when she stopped at the door and looked back.

"I hope you like what you see."

"I love it, sexy hotwife."

She smiled and walked out. By the time I finished my breakfast and cleaned up the morning mess, Mia was leaving. It was time for me to go to work, too.

That night, I got home a bit late from the office, and entering the kitchen, I saw she was already preparing the evening meal. I walked behind her, my hands crept around her body under the apron and found her breasts. Gently squeezing them, I kissed and nibbled at the crook of her neck, which made her moan.

"That feels nice, Babe."

"Hello, Baby," I said while kissing her neck.

"Go remove your clothes, and I will serve dinner soon."

"You want me naked?"

"Yes, that was what I meant."

"Sure, anything for my beautiful wife."

Walking to the door, I turned to look at her. I loved to see her in stockings, held up by suspenders and those sexy mules.

"You are gorgeous," I said and left the kitchen.

After dinner, we cleaned up and settled on the couch. I was going to turn the TV on, but I changed my mind, and instead, I softly kissed her, nibbling her lips. I felt fingers on my cage, and I began to get hard, my cock straining against its restraint. My hand found her breast gently squeezing, kneading it, and I played with her nipple.

"So, tell me about your weekend, Baby," I said, biting her ear.

"Get down between my legs and lick my pussy," she replied.

I did what she told me, getting on my hands and knees kissed her inner thighs and pussy. She put her hand on my head, messing up my hair.

"Good boy. So you want to hear what your slut hotwife did on the weekend?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Then eat my pussy while I will tell you about it."

"Yes, mistress," I said, unsure why I used the word.

"Well, arriving at the airport, I saw Jim standing in the crowd, his eyes scanning the flow of people entering the arrival lounge. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and our lips melted into each other. I felt his arms closing around me, holding me tight. We kissed for an endless time, and he told me he missed me, to which I replied, I missed him too. We walked to his car hand in hand, and I felt I was his wife for the weekend, so to speak."

Her words made my stomach sink into the pit, and I could feel the ugly head of jealousy rising in my soul once more. She noticed I stopped licking her clit and pushed my head deeper into her pussy.

"Eat my pussy, or I'll stop telling you about my weekend."

"Mmmmhmmm."

"While sitting in the front seat, Jim reached behind my seat and produced a red rose, saying how happy he was I had come again.

Once at home, we sat on the couch, catching up while sipping wine. Jim told me he laid some clothes on the bed and asked if I would wear them that night. I said yes without seeing what they were and left him to shower before changing. Entering the bedroom, I wondered why I was not even surprised, seeing what he wanted me to wear. There, they were laid out neatly on the bed, a pair of Cuban heeled nylon stockings, black suspenders and black stiletto pumps. The heels were so high I pondered how anyone could even stand in them, not to mention walking, but all it took was five minutes before I felt confident walking in them.

I also noticed something neatly folded in tissue paper next to the heels. Picking it up, I realised it was a tiny little maid uniform. When I walked into the living room, I heard Jim calling me from the dining room. It took a second to realise why the outfit, seeing the table set for a card game. Jim told me he invited over a couple of guys for a poker game and asked me to be the hostess. My pussy dampened hearing his plans for the night, and I told him I would be happy. Looking at the setup, I knew he had invited three people. He showed me where everything was, even where I should sit when I just watched the game, then asked me to turn around, and he fastened a lace collar around my neck. I had not known then, only found out later there was an inscription woven into it that said, sexy.

The doorbell rang, and Jim asked if I would let the guest in. I opened the front door, and a short, chubby man stood before me. His eyes did not know where to look, and he was in shock, seeing how I looked. I introduced myself as the hostess for the night, took his arm, and walked him to the dining room. He introduced himself, saying his name was George.

Soon, the bell sounded again, and I opened the door. Then it was my time to be shocked, seeing Leo standing at the door. He walked in and tried to kiss me, but I pulled away and told him I was the hostess for the night. I took his arm and led him into the dining room as well. He took his place, and I got two beers from the fridge. The aim was to keep their glasses topped up but never fill them more than half full, so I would have to continually busy myself around them. I did that by pouring some beer into each of their glasses.

The doorbell rang again, and this time, when I opened the door, a mountain of a man stood before me, so tall my eyes were only looking at his chest, even in those exceedingly high heels. He was well built, the type of man you want on your side in a dark alley. Even so, he was lost for words seeing me. I took his arm, felt so small walking beside him and led him to the dining room. He said his name was Jeff. He found his seat, and I poured the rest of the second bottle into his glass. I told them I was Mia, their hostess for the night, and to enjoy their game. I watched as they dealt their first hand while sitting on a bar stool with my legs crossed.

I noticed they had difficulty focusing on their hands while trying to steal glimpses of me. Feeling naughty, I wanted to tease them by letting my heel dangle on my toes, uncrossing my legs, and crossing them the other way all night long. And when I noticed the glasses were almost empty, I hopped off the chair to fetch more beer from the kitchen. Glancing back from the doorway, I saw all their eyes were on me instead of the game.

With beer in hand, I walked to Jim, and with my hand on his shoulder, I poured some into his glass. He looked at me and said, thank you, sexy. Calling me sexy in front of the guys made my pussy tingle. I walked around him to George and topped up his glass. He glanced at me, smiling and thanked me. Next, it was Leo's. He looked at me with a smirk and repeated what Jim had said. That encouraged Jeff to do the same, and for the rest of the night, they all addressed me as sexy. Being called sexy by all four men kept my pussy on the boil. That was how far they had all gone during the game, but their eyes were eating me up, and I loved it.

Late into the night, Jim said it was the last hand. I did not know what came over me, but I told them to wait. They all looked at me, and I told them to put their money away, offering to suck the winner's cock instead. They all smiled broadly and looked at Jim. He agreed, and the game began. As I watched them play, I realised if Leo won, I would have to suck his cock, breaking my own words never to have sex with him again.

I could tell that none of them wanted to quit, but in the end, there could only be one winner, and that winner was George. He was smiling like a child who found himself in the lolly shop, but in this case, he was my lolly. I sighed in relief because it wasn't Leo, as I told George to put his chair close to the wall at a slight angle and stand in front of it. I wanted the rest of them to watch me, watch us. He did as I had asked, and kneeling before him, I tugged his pants and boxers to his ankles. Seeing his cock, my eyes opened wide, and pussy tingled. He had a decent size cock with a huge mushroom head, even when semi-hard.

I told him to sit and spread his legs wide. I took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it. It grew, and as it grew, I noticed it was the cockhead that grew in size while the shaft only stiffened, making me salivate while my pussy quivered. As it grew in my hand, the mushroom head became purple while the skin over it stretched and shone. With trembling lips, I kissed his pee hole, which made him take a sharp breath. I swirled my tongue around the head, then took it into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the shaft as my tongue swirled around his bulbous head. I sucked him, licked him, and did all the things I knew how to do to a cock. I heard him say, 'You love George's cock, don't you, sexy?' I did not reply, but I could feel my pussy was on fire.

I stood up, spread my legs and straddled him feeling his cock pressing on my fuckhole. I put my hands on his round, soft belly and slowly lowered myself onto his shaft while looking into his eyes. He was opening me up wide, stretching my cunt and as the mushroom head slowly slipped in, I felt my pussy close around it. I took him all the way in until my cunt was filled with that gorgeous cockhead on a stick. I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck, forced my tongue into his mouth and pashed him feverishly.

I broke the kiss and started to ride him, lifting myself up, then sliding down on the gorgeous cockhead as it tickled all the right places. Soon I was approaching orgasm, so I impaled myself on him and kissed him again cause I was not ready to cum yet. I wanted more. After breaking the kiss, I rode George hard and wild until I came, screaming I was cumming on his gorgeous cock, legs trembling, and I became weak. Just then, I could feel his body stiffen, his cock grew even more in my cunt, and he grunted as he was cumming. I collapsed on him, and we kissed passionately.

The cheering of the guys brought me back to the room. I looked around, and I saw they all had their cocks out, and they all came to our little show. I got off George's lap and straightened myself out as much as possible, asking the guys if anyone wanted more beer. They all said no, they had better go. I accompanied them to the front door, kissed their cheeks, and said goodbye. George was the last one to leave, and while grabbing his arm, I pulled him back, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him amorously, telling him he had a gorgeous cock that I would like to fuck again. He smiled and told me anytime sexy.

Jim watched us, and after closing the door behind George, he took my hand, leading me to our bed. Laying in bed, I felt his lips on me, but I was too exhausted and drifted off to sleep... Oh.., oh.., oh.., yes, eat my cunt, cuck. Make me cum, make your hotwife cum," Mia wailed as she began to tremble and shake while an orgasm took over her body.

"You have done a good job on my pussy, making me cum so hard. Let's go to bed and hold me tight, Babe."

I got up, feeling my jaws tired and sore while my cock was dripping with pre-cum that she noticed and scooped up with her fingers, licking them off. I helped her up, and we curled up in bed.

The next few days were busy, and she did not tell me more about her weekend. It was Friday afternoon when she sent me a text asking me to meet her at Joe's. I knew the place, had been there a couple of times, and it was one of our favourite places to play the pickup game. I wondered if she wanted to play. We had not played since we were at Moo's, and that did not quite happen the way we usually had played. I headed to Joe's after work but did not have to rush as it wasn't far from my office. I was early, got a drink, and found a small boot in the back with a great view of the bar. It was not too busy yet, with a few patrons and a few hookers looking for business. I politely denied their offers.

I saw the front door swing open, and Mia walked in. My first reaction was, 'Wow'. She had on a crop top, just big enough to cover her breasts, obviously no bra, and a tight mini skirt that did not even come down to mid-thigh and had a split over her right thigh. Her legs were clad in black fishnet stockings while she wore her highest black pumps on her feet. Her lips were ruby red, her hair mussed. I watched her walk to the bar, taking a seat, talk to the bartender and then sip on a drink. I did not think she had seen me yet, but I could have been wrong. A tall man approached her, then walked away, showing disappointment. I did not have to wait long before an older man sat beside her. This was my cue, so I got up and walked to her.