Pt. 20: Three Guys In A Week- “The Second Guy”

Sometimes a picture is painted that just isn’t true. In this case I’m talking about the picture that says that women just aren’t as horny as men. That we have a lower sex drive. That we don’t crave sex every day. That we can go a week without sex and still be satisfied.

Well, I’m here to confirm that that is definitely not true. Majority of the time my sexual appetite is off the charts. As I write about this, I can feel my pussy throbbing. Majority of the time I type with one hand. And I think you know the reason why.

Anyhow… to continue where we left off, I hurried home to Hubby after my date with Darius. He hadn’t seen me all day and the last he heard from me was when I sent him the selfie of me with Darius’ cock.

I got home, put my finger to my lip and pulled him into the bedroom. I told him not to say a word as I forced him onto his knees, and sat down on the side of the bed. He willingly obliged. I lifted both my legs and rested them on his shoulders, before using my legs to pull his face into my pussy. He didn’t even flinch.

What a good cuckold husband I have trained now. He eagerly cleaned my used and cum filled pussy like it was his last meal. The best part… he blew his load while he ate me out. I was kind of relieved because my pussy was still a little bit tender from the way Darius had used it. But little did I know that my pussy really could have used another fucking because I was still craving cock.

The night finished as a normal weeknight would. Got the a jumpstart on the next school day, did a bit of tidying up, then put on our TV series and had a tea on the couch. All the while, I realised, I just wanted more sex.

As I sat on the couch next to hubby, who was well and truly spent, I took out my phone and scrolled through my Instagram. As I scrolled through Instagram, a girlfriend’s photo came onto the feed. It was her with a group of friends, and in the back row was a guy I had met on my last “girls’ night out.”

I did what all girls are experts at and had a little stalk.

The first thought that came through my head… “I don’t remember him being that hot.”

A little back story. This guy was the ultimate fuck boy. He had just moved here from… well I don’t know where. He was funny, loud and very down to fuck. Well, that was the impression I got from the time I spent with him. Yes, I know. It was meant to be a girls’ night out. I’m just lucky I have a husband that shares.

Anyway, as hubby and I sat on the couch, watching our latest series, I slid into his DMs. Yes, girls do that. Another misconception.

He definitely must have been hitting up other girls because he replied to me at once. We flirted for a bit, before the conversation turned sexual. I think it took all of 10 minutes.

I thought fuck it. I know my friends weren’t into the fuck boy type, as they all wanted to settle down. It’s funny because when we spoke, he asked me who my single friends were. Little did he know that the married one with kids was the most down to fuck.

By this stage, Hubby caught me smiling at my phone. He is so used to this by now he didn’t even ask who it was that was making me laugh.

To cut a long story short, our messaging got a little heated and next thing I know…I was organising a hotel fuck, while simultaneously emailing into work saying that I was taking the day off.

See what I mean. Not all women are representative of that picture people paint. I’m the girl whose thirst for sex is hardly ever quenched and has the mentality of a college fuck boy.

I told Hubby that I’d be working from home the next day. He is pretty switched on though because he straight out asked me… “Did you just organise another sex date?”

I smiled at him. He gave me that proud look that he gives when he realises how far I have come and that I’m HIS hotwife.

The next day I headed to the hotel, yes, the same hotel that I left the night before. I didn’t even bother booking. I still had my room card. As I picked up Jeremy from the hotel lobby, I told the receptionist that I’d like a late checkout.

Luckily for me it was a different receptionist to the night before because there was no way I would have kept a straight face, while asking for a late checkout and walking into the lift with a different guy from the night before.

We got into the room and things just flowed. What I mean by flow is that we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. He was still sitting on the couch when I went over to him and started kissing him. I don’t know what it is about kissing. But if you don’t kiss me it is a deal breaker. As we were kissing he slowly slide his hands up my skirt. Grabbing at my ass. I could tell just by the way he grabbed my ass… he was definitely an ass guy and he definitely wasn’t going to be gentle.

Without letting go of my ass, he pulled me on top of him, before he pulled my panties to the side and started playing my clit. Before long, I slid down to my knees and unbuckled his pants revealing what was a very very pretty cock.

I started at his balls, licking from his balls, up his shaft, before finally reaching the tip of his cock and taking him all the way to the base.

His cock wasn’t the biggest or the thickest. To be honest he probably only had a centimetre or so on my husband but it definitely was pretty. You’ll be able to know what I’m talking about in the video. It is hard to put my finger on what makes a pretty cock.

As I was sucking his cock, he would often grab my head and force in down. I can see in his eyes that he loved to be physically dominating. I think there was a bit of him that just wanted to grab my head and absolutely destroy my mouth. But he restrained and enjoyed sitting back on the couch and having another man’s wife pleasure him.

I sucked his cock for a while. I then stood up, slid my thong down and jumped on top of him. His cock slipped straight into my soaking wet pussy which was still a little swollen from the night before.  


I love the position we were in. He was sitting up on the edge of the couch, with my legs wrapped around his and me on top. His cock was so deep inside of me. The best part is that I am always so wet that riding him from the top was so easy. We continued to kiss and grab each other just as two people who were sexually charged would. I just couldn’t get enough.

If you had asked me right there and then… I’d have loved to have had 5, 6 or 7 cocks because I was just in the mood to be fucked.

He would suck my on my tits, kiss me, spank my ass and even at one stage he leant me back only holding me up by grabbing me around the throat. All the while I continued to grind down onto his cock.

I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a long fuck (could tell by the look on his face that he was ready to blow whenever I told him to) but it definitely was going to be intense.

After moving my legs from his around his, I got into a squatting positioned and squat fucked him. Enjoying how deep his cock was inside me.

After a while I got back on all fours and seeing as I was really in the mood, pushed him back, lifted his legs up and started rimming his asshole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I locked eyes with him. There is definitely something naughty about looking deep into someone’s eyes as your tongue is flicking in and out of their assholes.

After, I smiled at him and said, “Don’t you wish all the girls licked your ass on the first date.”

He laughed and said, “If only”.

He then positioned me down, stomach first on the couch as he slid his cock in from behind. I was flat on my stomach and the position he had my legs in, allowed for him to slide his cock in and out, teasing me with every entrance.


It was then that he spanked me. I’m sure the sound of the slap would have been heard from the lobby. I have never been spanked like it before. He stopped as I let out a moan and asked me if I was okay with that.

Well, I wanted to be used… so I was definitely down for it. By the time he was finished, both of my ass cheeks were as red as they have ever been. I guess I was right about him being an ass guy.

After having his way with me, he sat back down on the couch and I stood up, with my ass facing him and started to squat fuck him again.

He then had me bend over the coffee table and fucked me from behind before laying me down on the very same coffee table. It was the perfect height. He got on his knees and I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled him towards my pussy.

After being used for the entirety of our date, it was nice to have his head between my legs, sucking on my clit. He was very good at it. I threw my head back and enjoyed his tongue, sliding in and our of my pussy and flicking over my clit.

Enjoying it so much, I threw my head back in ecstasy and I almost missed when he said that he needed to cum.

He got back on his knees and teased my pussy with the tip of his cock. He left his cock there and asked me where I would like him to cum. I was a little bit shocked that he asked me. I thought he would just cum wherever he wanted. But he asked me again, where my favourite place was for a guy to cum.

I told him very directly that he could cum wherever he wanted.

Turns out he wanted to cum in me. Two creampies in two days. Both of them from men that I wasn’t married to.

He fucked me on the coffee table until he finished inside of me. It wasn’t as big as Darius’ load, but he shots definitely had some power behind them. I felt his cock throb before his loads splashed into the walls of my pussy.

He was surprised when I slipped my finger into my pussy, pulled my fingers out and put them into my mouth. Tasting his cum which got the tick of approval. I then got down and cleaned the rest of his cum of his cock.

He later said that if he knew I was this kinky he would have contacted me a long long time ago.

I told him you should never underestimate the married mother’s. Why? Because we know exactly what we want.

And even after two cocks in two days… I still craved more.

This was turning out to be one hell of a week.