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Tracy’s second hotwife adventure, the filthy night that sparked our fetish for guys cumming inside her.
After she blew a guy in his car outside my apartment and showing me his thick cock with her hand compared to my smaller one, that cuck-like rush hooking me. This time, she was on a work trip across the country for a conference, dressed in sharp business attire—blazer, blouse, and slacks hugging her curves—while I waited at my apartment, cock twitching, glued to my phone for her updates.
She texted during the trip, teasing about a coworker in his late 30s. That night, she messaged: “He’s in my room.” Later: “It’s going down.” Next morning, she texted every dirty detail while I stroked my little dick, humiliated and hard. She’d gotten plastered at a conference happy hour, and he came to her hotel room. They ripped her blouse open, his hands groping her ass through her slacks. She unzipped him, his 6-inch cock not super thick but rock-hard. She showed me later, her hand wrapping it—thinner than the first guy but thicker than mine—making my gut twist. She sucked him like a slut, slurping his shaft, tonguing the head, deep-throating while jerking the base, his groans loud. He ate her pussy till she came, soaking the sheets. They fucked multiple times—missionary, her legs spread, his cock hitting deep, making her cum; doggy, pounding her till she screamed, cumming again; then her riding him, grinding to another orgasm. Each time, she begged, “Fill my pussy!” and he did, pumping hot cum deep, leaking from her stretched hole. She said his cum felt so good, and that’s when it clicked for us—her craving guys filling her up became our dirty obsession.
Days later, she got home, she kissed me and shoved my hand to her soaked panties, still wet like his cum lingered. “He fucked me raw,” she said, showing his size with her hand, smirking. I tore off her slacks and panties, her pussy wet, swollen, sore from multiple rounds. My little cock felt pathetic in her sloppy, used hole, his work making me feel tiny. I was humiliated, jerking to her texts, knowing she’d begged for his loads while I waited across the country, her past fueling the thrill. She moaned about his cock making her cum, his hot cum flooding her, driving me nuts. I pounded her sore pussy, and we came hard, my load mixing with her lingering arousal.
It was dirty, degrading, and fucking hot, our fetish for creampies born from that wild night, building on our first nasty step.
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