We made our way over to the lively group of men, and I sent my husband off to grab us some drinks. I slid into the crowd and started dancing closely beside them, catching their attention almost immediately. By the time my husband returned, I was surrounded, chatting and flirting with ease. He settled at a nearby table, watching me intently. I knew how much he enjoyed seeing me captivate others, so I turned up the charm, letting the entire group vie for my attention.
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Among them, one man stood out—his handsome features demanding notice, yet he held a distant, almost reserved demeanor. Intrigued, I approached him despite the visible wedding ring on his finger, which only fueled my desire more. Our conversation flowed, and though he appeared friendly, his lingering looks told another story. The other men continually interrupted, and while I entertained them, my focus remained locked on him.
I devised a daring plan. Returning to my husband, I told him I wanted him to approach the man and propose a private arrangement on my behalf. His face paled; he was hesitant, reluctant. But I promised him a reward—permission to climax—if he pleased me by taking on the task. The notion of him stepping out of his comfort zone ignited a pulse deep inside me. I instructed him to tell the man that I desired only him tonight, with my husband watching quietly.
Reluctantly, my husband walked over, whispering into the man’s ear. Our eyes met, and I caught a teasing smirk—a silent agreement. I felt myself growing wetter by the second. When my husband returned, he confirmed the man’s interest, though discretion was a must. This secretive element heightened my excitement. We savored a few more drinks before my husband relayed our departure to the group, and we hailed a taxi.
As soon as we settled inside, I pressed my lips to the man’s in a fiery kiss. Simultaneously, I felt my husband growing hard within the chastity device I’d locked earlier. The taxi driver’s mirrored glances only added to the thrill, imagining him witnessing our shared passion. It was intoxicating.
Back in our hotel room, I instructed my husband to snap photos of me with the new guest, seated in the ‘cuckold chair.’ I had him remove his shorts so I could see the bulge pressing against the cage—an emblem of my control. I seated the man on the bed’s edge and slowly uncovered him, taking his impressive length into my mouth, never breaking eye contact with my husband. The blend of his frustrated jealousy and desire on his face sent shivers through me.
I teased the man mercilessly, aware his girth pleased me more than my husband’s. Then, craving to assert my dominance, I tossed a condom onto the floor and ordered my husband, “Be a good boy and bring that here.” Shock rippled across his features, waiting for me to relent—but I stared him down and repeated my command firmly. He knows I cherish these moments of control, and with a mix of hesitation and eagerness, he obeyed.
Dripping wet and pulsing with anticipation, I watched the man’s amused smirk as my husband awkwardly attempted to roll the condom over the thick shaft. His reluctance only fueled my desire further. Once secured, I sent my husband back to his chair, instructing him to watch as I claimed the newcomer.
I pushed the man onto the bed, lifted my skirt, and settled onto his long, hard cock with a loud moan meant only for my husband’s ears. Without even removing my panties, I slid him inside, grinding slowly before picking up speed, making sure our eyes met so he could witness the pleasure I was radiating.
After several minutes, I shifted, presenting myself on all fours right before my husband. The man knelt behind me, peeling my panties down just enough to reach my dripping core. I felt like the ultimate slut—half-dressed, thrust hard and fast. I whispered my craving for him to fuck me in ways my husband never would. Gripping my hips tightly, he plunged in deeply, each thrust causing me to gasp. My husband’s gaze never faltered as the stranger pounded me relentlessly, barely lasting two minutes before shuddering and spilling into the condom.
Panting heavily, the man collapsed onto the bed. I commanded my husband to remove the condom and keep it safe for later. The excitement appeared to wane for the man post-climax, but I insisted he leave. Once alone, I signaled my husband onto the bed and peeled off my clothes.
Reclining beside him, I urged him to explore my pussy and share every detail about the night’s impact on him. He whispered praises and caressed my clit until I convulsed in my first orgasm. He omitted the condom story—but that was exactly what I wanted. Proud of his obedience and how he handled his first experience with another man, I told him there was one more task left.
Picking up the condom, I bent over and dripped its contents across my ass, commanding him to clean every last drop before earning release. Fully aware of my control, he devoted several minutes to licking and cleaning me thoroughly, a sensation I savored endlessly. The power I wield over him was intoxicating.
Once clean, I turned onto my back and beckoned him closer, commanding, “Get down and make me.” He needed no further invitation. His tongue and lips worshiped my swollen pussy until I trembled and came again, this time into his mouth—my favorite way to climax.
After a brief pause, I instructed him to fetch my vibrator and another condom from the suitcase. Though he eyed the condom with curiosity, he obeyed without question. Lying him down, I rolled the condom over the chastity cage’s tip, then pressed the vibrator against the most sensitive part of his cock, informing him the cage would stay on, and any release would be with it locked tight.
He doubted it was possible, but I knew better. As I teased him, praising his submissive nature and reminding him of his role cleaning up after my encounters, his cock twitched excitedly. I told him he’d be a loyal cleanup boy and that when he finally came, he would swallow every drop of his own release. Less than two minutes later, he exploded, shooting a thick load into the condom. Slowly removing it, I spilled the contents into his mouth, proud of my devoted cuckold and his dedication to his sexy hotwife.
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