Most of our Hotwifing experiences take place at our apartment, where I can watch the action in person, from their first kisses, him stripping her, her orgasms, and the bull finally finishing on her face, in her mouth, or in her pussy. This is a story of an exception when she agreed to meet a bull at his place. She brought a video camera to capture the experience for me.
I arrived at Marc’s apartment, he took my black fake-fur coat, and we set up the video camera for my husband Emile. I wore a black wool skirt and black sweater, a wide lace waist cinch with attached garters, a black lace, fully open bra, black sheer stockings, a black thong, and my black patent-leather high-heeled pumps. Marc led me to his low gray couch, and we sat down together. I leaned over and kissed him. He put his hand on my ass through my skirt, and I put mine on his cock through his jeans. I could feel that he was already getting hard. We kissed like that for a few moments with his hand on my ass and me fondling his cock and balls through his jeans.
Then, I straddled him and our kisses got deeper. He pulled my skirt up over my hips so he could play with my ass. He slid his hands under my garters and squeezed and spread my ass cheeks. I helped him take off the long-sleeved black sweater that he was wearing, and he took off his black T-shirt. He reached around to finger me through my thong, slipping his fingertips between my moistening folds.
I moved beside him with my skirt hiked up over my ass and undid his belt to open his jeans. He took them off, leaving him wearing only his tight red briefs. I pulled them down and off his legs and then took his hard cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. I sucked him slowly and deep, making him moan. He opened his legs for me, and I knelt in front of him so I could blow him and lick his balls. I looked into his eyes while I was licking his cockhead. I stroked his cock while I was sucking him. I licked him from his balls to his cockhead, and he slapped my lips and face with his cock. I had my hair tied back, and he grabbed my ponytail and used it to face-fuck me.
Marc suggested that we move to his bedroom. He lay down on his back naked, and I crawled between his legs, still in my hiked-up skirt. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.
Then he stripped me.
He took off my sweater first and then took both of my tits in his hands to suck my nipples through my open bra.
I lay on top of him pressing my tits against his chest to kiss him as he spanked and played with my ass. Then, I got on my knees between his legs to lick his balls, making him moan with pleasure. I crawled back up to kiss him again, then I moved back down to blow him. I licked his cockhead first and then pumped him with my hand and mouth. He was getting close, so he pulled me back up to kiss him again. I got onto my knees between his legs so he could finish stripping me. He sucked my tits, and then he unzipped my skirt and pulled it down my thighs to take it off. I lay back on the bed, and he drew it off my legs. Then he stripped my thong off and knelt between my legs to lick my pussy. I spread my legs, still in my stockings and pumps, and he held them up for me so he could get to my wet pussy. He held my legs up and spanked my ass, then he spread them and went to work on my hard clit, tonguing and sucking it. He spanked my thighs below my stocking tops while I played with my clit. Then, I got between his legs to suck him again. That time, I worshiped his cock, licking it slowly from his balls to his cockhead. Then I sucked his balls before taking his cock into my mouth again.
I told him I was ready for him to fuck me, and he sheathed his cock with a condom that he had ready by the bed.
I got on my knees at the edge of the bed, and he stood up behind me.
Then he fucked me.
He penetrated me with a single stroke, making me cry out. Then he pounded his cock into me from behind, and he spanked me. He put his hands on my shoulders to pull himself harder into me. I rocked back against him as his huge cock was splitting me open.
He reached for my tits and pinched my nipples as he pounded me even harder.
He slapped my ass as he slammed his cock into me.
“Oh yes, yes, fuck me!” I screamed.
I fell forward, burying my face in the duvet as he slowed his thrusts.
He pulled out and slapped my ass cheeks with his cock, then buried it inside me again.
“Don’t cum yet”, I told him. “I want you to cum on my face…or in my mouth.
Looking straight into the camera, I said, “He says I am going to get a huge ejaculation.”
He grabbed my left tit and pulled me up onto my knees against his chest so that he could kiss me. I fingered my wet clit as he claimed my mouth.
Then, I lay back on the bed with my knees up and masturbated for him as he moved into position to penetrate me in missionary.
He took his cock and slapped my clit and wet folds with it.
Then he fucked me with my legs over his shoulders.
He pounded me relentlessly into the bed.
“You’re going to make me cum!” I screamed.
I came.
He fucked me through my orgasm and kept his cock inside me and kissed me as I came down from it.
Kneeling between my knees, he jerked his cock while he strummed my clit with his thumb.
Then he fingered me fast and hard using his thumb.
I asked him if he wanted to cum; he said that he did.
I got down on my knees beside the bed to suck him off. I took off his rubber and took his cock in my hand and licked the underside of his cockhead with the flat of my tongue.
Then I blew him while jacking him with my hand. He took his cock and slapped my cheek and the flat of my tongue with his cockhead.
Then he took my head in both hands to face-fuck me. I held onto his thigh to steady myself as he fucked my mouth and throat.
Then, I licked and sucked his balls as he slowly jacked his cock above my face.
He held my head with one hand and face-fucked me again.
He was getting close, so he bent to kiss me as I stroked his cock.
Then, he grabbed my ponytail to hold my head back to jack off on my face.
I opened my mouth, and he put his cockhead between my lips just when he lost it and came in my mouth.
I sucked and licked his cockhead until he had emptied every drop into my mouth.
As he caught his breath, I cleaned him with my mouth and tongue.
I looked directly into the lens of the camera, making sure to show Emile the thick, white load coating my tongue before I swallowed it down in one deliberate gulp. Opening my mouth wide, I stuck my tongue out to prove I had taken every drop, licking my lips to savor the taste while Marc groaned softly above me, his chest heaving from the exertion.
I gave his softening cock a few final, loving licks, cleaning him completely before smiling into the camera, knowing my husband was going to replay this moment over and over again.
Marc helped me to my feet and pulled me into a deep, possessive kiss, his hands roaming over my sweaty skin as we came down from our mutual orgasmic high. I leaned against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart, and took a moment to steady my trembling legs before reaching over to stop the recording.
The little red light flickered off, signaling that our session was captured, a perfect digital memento of the night I had surrendered myself so completely to him.
We moved back to the living area in a comfortable silence, the air heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction. I slipped my sweater back on, zipped up my skirt, and sat on the edge of the couch to collect myself as Marc retrieved my coat. As he helped me into it, his fingers brushed against my neck, sending a final shiver down my spine, and I knew that as soon as I walked through the door, Emile would be there waiting to hear every detail—and watch the proof of just how well I had been fucked.
I put my key in the lock, and Emile opened the door for me.
He took me in his arms and kissed me.
“How was it?” he asked, smiling.
“It was incredible,” I breathed against his lips, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as the memories of the last hour flooded my mind.
“Marc was insatiable, and I think he really wanted to put on a show for you.” I stepped back slightly, shrugging off my coat to reveal my disheveled clothes and the lingering scent of another man on my skin, letting Emile see the physical evidence of my submission.
“He fucked me harder than ever before, Emile. But the best part is that I captured every single second of it for us.”
I reached into my purse and pulled out the small memory card, holding it up between my fingers like a trophy. “I want you to watch it right now,” I said, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper as I stepped closer to him, pressing my body against his growing arousal.
“I want you to see exactly how his cock looked stretching me open, how it felt when he dominated me completely. I saved the grand finale just for you, too—you’re going to love it.”
Emile took the card from my hand, his eyes dark with desire as he imagined the scenes stored within the tiny piece of plastic. Without a word, he led me by the hand toward the living room, his grip tight and possessive. I knew that as the video played on the screen, recounting my evening with Marc, Emile would reclaim me all over again, turning the memory of my infidelity into the ultimate shared pleasure between us.
Emile slotted the memory card into the player with trembling hands, and the screen flickered to life, filling the room with the image of me straddling Marc on his couch. We settled onto the sofa together, Emile’s arm draped around my shoulders, pulling me tight against his side as the audio of our heavy breathing and soft moans filled the quiet living room. Watching myself on the screen, flush with desire and grinding against another man, felt surreal and electric; I could feel Emile’s heart racing where my hand rested on his chest, his excitement palpable as he watched the foreplay unfold, his eyes glued to the way Marc’s hands roamed freely over my body.
When the scene shifted to the bedroom, the intensity on the screen ramped up considerably. Emile shifted in his seat, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched Marc enter me, the camera capturing the raw, visceral power of his thrusts and the uninhibited sounds of my pleasure. I rested my head on Emile’s shoulder, glancing up at him to see his jaw clenched in focus, his eyes dark with lust as he witnessed the hard fucking I had received earlier. Every time Marc spanked me or gripped my hips tighter on screen, Emile’s grip on my shoulder would tighten in response, bridging the gap between the digital recording and the reality of us sitting there together, turning my infidelity into a shared, consuming experience.
As the video reached its climax, the room seemed to hold its breath. We watched Marc pull out and stroke himself over my upturned face, the moment perfectly captured in high definition just as I had planned. When the thick ropes of cum landed on my tongue on screen, Emile let out a low groan of approval, his hand sliding down from my shoulder to cup my breast, kneading it roughly as he watched me swallow the load in the video.
As the screen faded to black, signaling the end of the recording, Emile turned to me with an intense, hungry gaze, his arousal unmistakable. “Claire, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever watched,” he whispered huskily, his hands already beginning to undress me, eager to rewrite the ending of the night with his own touch.
