Adventures of a Hotwife – Part 02

This is a continuation of a true story of how I met my wife and fucked her for the first time.

For the next hour, my nerves were a tangled mess—not because I wasn’t eager to fuck my stunning secretary, Susie, but because the career risks loomed large. If Human Resources caught wind of this, they’d fire me without hesitation. Both of us, legally separated but still technically married, were treading dangerous ground. One misstep, and my career was over.

I needed a drink. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, chugged it, then another, the alcohol dulling the edge as I reached for a third. Moving to the living room couch, my thoughts slowed as I sank into the cushions. Reflecting, I realized the tension between Susie and me had been building for months. Her outfits had grown subtly bolder—blouses clinging to her curves, skirts accentuating her hips—yet always professional. Her fingers brushed my arm while passing a file, her coy giggles punctuating our office banter, and those warm smiles, lingering during our chats, stirred an unrecognized desire. Then it struck me: she’d been edging closer since the rumor of my marital separation, her interest subtle but deliberate. I was flattered that a woman like her—petite, with long dark wavy hair and a body that dominated my thoughts—wanted me so intently.

Her poised office demeanor hid a passion I was about to ignite. Her smile flashed in my mind, urging me to prepare. I dimmed the living room lights, fluffed the sofa pillows, and set two wine glasses on the coffee table, anticipation outweighing my dread. Time crawled—45 minutes since her call. Had she changed her mind? Part of me hoped she had, sparing my job. But a deeper part ached, my body stirring at the thought of her curves, her smile, the forbidden promise of tonight. Six months without intimacy, nursing the sting of my wife’s betrayal, had left me ravenous. I didn’t just want Susie—I needed her; consequences be damned.

The doorbell’s sharp chime jolted me, nearly spilling my third beer. My heart raced as I staggered, tipsy and buzzing from alcohol, to the entrance of my rambler-style home. After fumbling with the lock, I opened the door to Susie, her petite frame draped in a long gray trench coat shielding her from the crisp night air, clutching a bottle of White Zinfandel, her radiant face aglow with allure.

Her coy giggle lit up her sparkling eyes and gleaming teeth. “Come in, beautiful,” I said, my voice low and warm, ushering her inside. Her heels clicked softly against the threshold as she entered, handing me the wine. I guided her to the living room, its soft lighting casting shadows, and set the bottle down. With a graceful spin, she turned her back to me, inviting me to remove her coat. A hint of her perfume wafted when the coat eased off her shoulders, my breath hitching—she was naked, her sun-kissed, velvet skin smooth, her curves radiating raw desire. God, she was stunning.

With a teasing glance, she sank onto the sofa and crossed her legs, still wearing heels, her perky breasts with erect nipples begged for my mouth. Matching her boldness, I stripped off my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and shed my trousers and boxers, my pulse quickening when my half-hard cock drew a soft “Oh, my!” from her lips. I sat beside her, our knees brushing, and poured the wine, the air thick with unspoken need.

“Well, Ms. Hornblower, did you ever think we’d end up like this?” I teased.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Not until I heard you were separated. Then I started hoping.”

“Honestly, I never imagined a work romance,” I admitted, “not until your call tonight.”

We clinked glasses, laughing, our gazes lingering on each other’s bodies. Her fingers grazed my thigh, my hand stroked her hair, our touches igniting sparks. Thirty minutes and half a bottle later, we were gloriously buzzed, her caresses bolder, my cock rigid with need.

Susie eyed my erection, her voice a husky whisper. “Someone needs attention.” She set down her glass, a mischievous grin curling her lips.

I leaned in, lips brushing hers, soft then ravenous. Our tongues tangled in a frenzy of lust, saliva dripping as her hand gripped my cock, stroking with fierce intent. “Fuck, I need you inside me,” she moaned, her breath hot against my mouth. My hand cupped her tit, kneading hard, her nipple stiff under my thumb, our bodies pressing tighter in a haze of desire.

I eased her back onto the couch, her head cradled by a pillow, thighs splaying wide, her pussy glistening, pink and swollen. She teased my cockhead against her slick slit, her eyes locking with mine, daring me. I craved her taste. Flipping to a 69, I buried my face in her cunt, tongue lashing her clit, her musky juices coating my lips, her scent driving me wild. She swallowed my cock, gagging as it hit her throat, spit drooling down my balls as she sucked with fervor. For twenty minutes, we devoured each other—her hips bucking, my tongue fucking her slit, her moans vibrating my shaft.

We shifted to missionary, kissing like animals, her pussy juice and my precum mixing on our tongues. Her legs spread, cunt dripping, clit throbbing. “Fuck me now!” she begged, nails clawing my back. I hooked her leg over my shoulder, slamming my cock deep. Her tight walls gripped half my seven inches. Teasing her entrance with slow circles, I paused. Then I rammed in, my cockhead smashing her cervix. “You love this cock, don’t you?” I growled, her screams fueling me.

“Yes, fuck yes!” she cried, her hips thrusting to meet mine.

We fucked like beasts, my cock pounding her soaked pussy, balls smacking her asshole, her tits bouncing wildly. Sweat poured off our bodies, her cunt squelching with each thrust, the wet slap of flesh filling the room. “I’m one kinky bastard,” I hissed, picturing her body desired by others, a fleeting spark of what we might explore.

“So am I,” she gasped, her eyes wild. “We’ll see how kinky we get.”

For thirty minutes, we rutted, her screams echoing, my grunts primal, our bodies locked in a dance of raw hunger. Our orgasms crashed like a storm, her pussy spasming, milking my cock as she shrieked, legs locking me in, head thrashing. “Cum in me!” she demanded. I roared, my cock erupting, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths, pulsing with each spurt, my body shuddering with release. I collapsed onto her, our bodies slick, twitching, chests heaving. As our breaths slowed, I realized there was a glimmer of hope that she could be trained to become the kind of slut I always wanted. But I needed to let things progress naturally, so I didn’t frighten her away.

After a final sloppy kiss, we stumbled to my king-size bed, her ass pressed against my spent cock as we spooned. Her silky warmth enveloped me, her body relaxing against mine. Wrapping my arms around her, I felt contented, drifting off to sleep while the intensity of the night’s activities promised more lust-filled experiences to come.