I Stayed the Night with My First Repeat. Husband Will Read This Shortly when he wakes up [42F] [hotwife perspective] [repeat]

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It’s 4:31 a.m. right now. I’m still naked, sitting on the edge of Malik’s bed. He’s asleep, light snoring, chest rising slow. I didn’t sleep long, my body’s still buzzing. So here I am, writing this for my husband to wake up to. He’ll have his coffee and read this before he even brushes his teeth. That thought alone makes me clench.

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This was 21st man since we started this journey over 6 years ago. But it was the first time I ever went back to one. I didn’t expect that to happen, especially not with Malik. We met randomly in a local Facebook group, a post about a community fundraiser. He replied with a sarcastic comment, I laughed, and next thing I knew he was DM’ing me. Nothing flirty at first. Just vibing. Then one night he dropped a “bet you’re trouble” and asked for a pic. Not even that spicy, just enough to see if I bite.

I bit.

Malik is 52. Retired military. Disabled from a surgery he says went sideways, but still in pretty solid shape, thick arms, broad chest, salt-and-pepper beard, and this deep-ass voice that hits low when he calls me “girl.” Aggressive when he talks to people in public, but different with me. Flirty. Respectful. Confident in that way that doesn’t need a pickup line.

Our first time, I just gave him a blowjob in his car. In the garage, something came up last minute so we had to cut our date short, I tried to cancel, but he talked me into meeting briefly in person. Quick and messy, didn’t even take my heels off. I thought that was the end of it.

But two weeks ago he texted:
“You still missing this” a pic of his erection.

I did.

Tonight, I put it on plum backless dress that I modeled for him, and drove to his place. I told my husband and he encouraged a sleepover since he had already seemed safe, but to text safety updates. No details till complete tho.

When Malik opened the door, he just smirked and stared for a second. Then pulled me inside and peeled the top of my dress down, just to look. He didn’t say a word, just brushed his thumb over the purple lace bra, then pulled it down too. My large nipples were already hard.

He stood there while I sank to my knees. Told me, “I think you know” And I did.

He’s big. Like over 8. Thick, heavy, and already dripping. I tried to take him but I could only suck the head, same problem as before, but drooling all over myself. He let it smack against my face, against my lips, even across my chest. Precum sticking to my chin. He just watched with his arms crossed, like he was judging my effort but letting me try anyway.

Then he bent me over the bed and slid into me from behind, slow at first, just enough for me to catch my breath, then hard. I clawed at the sheets. Tried to brace myself but my knees were already shaking.

I tried to ride him next. Straddled him and dropped slowly, while he held me up, but couldn’t get it all in at that angle. He grabbed my hips to help, but it wasn’t happening to get it all in.

So we flipped again, doggy, with him on the bed this time behind me and doggy while bracing myself against the headboard and pillows. That worked better. I could feel everything. Every pulse. Every slap of skin. His hands were everywhere, my hips, my back, my throat.

Finally he pulled me onto my back, pushed my legs up, and stood at the edge of the bed while he pounded into me slow and deep. So wet and lubricated. Looking down I was a mess and his black dick was so white with cream. Just grabbed my thighs, locked in, and came hard. I could feel it drip out of me the second he pulled out. So warm. So full. So filthy.

I laid there after, not even pretending to cover up. Just breathing.

I passed out next to him, still slick between my thighs. And now here I am, awake at 4:30, writing this out while he sleeps like nothing happened.

My husband’s gonna read this when he wakes. He’ll probably go back and read it twice while jerking himself off to me. Maybe three times. He won’t say much when I get home later, but his eyes will give him away for lust when he bounces on me for his turn.

This one felt different. Don’t know if I’ll ever do a repeat again or repeat with others. Try not to repeat to avoid feelings.

But I’m really fucking glad I did this time.