Sex With Others, Part II
By: Avery Montgomery
Tags: Hotwife, Erotica, Cheating, Erotica Series, Sex

Sex With Others, Part II

While the two best friends drove to a trendy wine bar not far from Jessica’s place, Brittany lathered her legs and nether regions with a generous amount of gel. The warmth of the water had opened her pores and she always used a fresh blade. The combination of the two made for silky smooth skin without the hassle of razor burn. Once satisfied with the results of her shave, Brittany emerged from the pool of cooling water. She let the drain swallow the remnants of her bath as she slowly ran an icy cold rag along her bikini line. This would seal the pores and stop any irritation from surfacing. She wanted to be blemish free, not only for tonight, but for the days to come at the beach. She dried her blonde hair with the house dryer and used her own iron to sprinkle in curly locks. She applied the lightest of makeup, letting her own natural beauty shine through. She did not deter from the dress that she had brought just for the welcome party. The neckline plunged, but not too much, just enough to show that the flesh that hid beneath the fabric was round and perky. The hem fell just an inch short of fingertip length. The simple black heels that matched the simple black dress made her look anything but simple. She usually opted for stockings, but not tonight. The weather in Miami was much warmer than Minnesota, and her legs were smooth as silk, no need to hide behind the thinnest layer of silk. Her black lace panties matched her invisible bra. She looked in the mirror as she applied the lightest of pink lipsticks. She placed her mobile into a clutch that matched her lips, placed a do not disturb sign on the door, and headed for the lounge.

Meanwhile, back in Minneapolis, Zach and Jessica reminisced of old times while working on their second bottle of wine. He couldn’t help but notice her cleavage as the dim lighting danced off the silver pendant that landed between her breasts. She twirled her hair in a flirtatious manner as they sipped the Spanish red and enjoyed olives with walnuts, grapes, and cheese. Their conversation moved from their trip to the Caribbean and progressed to the present. Finally, with the help of the wine, she was able to pry the problems of today from him. He told her about the sex talk with Brittany the night before and the way she stormed out and rejected the idea. Jessica was thrown off a bit by him wanting to see his wife with another man, but she admitted that Brittany handled it a bit like a teenager throwing a tantrum.

Jessica, said: Sometimes it’s hard to keep the passion with the same person, day after day after day.

She sexily ran a tongue across her lips, flirting with him, taunting him, begging him to release his frustrations with his wife onto her, before pressing them to her wine glass. Her bright green eyes sparkled, almost providing additional light to their dimly lit corner.

Zach, replied: I know, but we used to really heat things up. Too much information, I’m sure.

Jessica, laughed and said: Oh hush. You’re my best friend, I can listen.

Zach, asked: Do you ever wonder about us? Like, what if we had

Jessica, finished his sentence: Dated, slept together, and lived happily ever after?

Zach, perked up: Yeah, that.

The both smiled and laughed it off. Jessica slid herself closer to him in the round booth and took his hand. Their fingers mingled together under the table as they finished the second bottle. He looked at her and her him, and without warning, she pressed her lips to his. He didn’t stop her. The shared a quick, but not too quick kiss, similar to the only other one they had many years ago.

Zach, said as their kiss was broken: I remember the taste of your lips. So nice.

Jessica smiled and kissed him again. This time with a bit more passion. She took his hand and placed in on the exposed skin between her dress and her stockings. She felt soft and smooth, the flavor of her cherry lip gloss mixed with the Spanish red turned him on. He moved his hand up her thigh as she gave his lips a light suck before pulling away.

Jessica, whispered: I have more wine at my place.

Thirty minutes later she was pinned to the inside of her hallway. She kicked off her heels and let Zach move his hands across every curve. She helped him out of his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he sucked on her neck.

Zach, said: This is so bad. I’ve never fooled around on her before.

Jessica, replied: She’s a thousand miles away and will never know. Besides, from what you’ve said, you need a little spice. And I haven’t had sex in almost two months.

She undid the last button of his shirt and moved to his jeans. She unbuttoned them and fell to her knees. He looked down at her as she pulled the denim down. She wiggled free from the tiniest of straps that held up her dress, and let the fabric fall, exposing the pink lace cradle that held her breasts. She touched him through his boxers before tugging at them. His immensely hard cock gave a bit of resistance, but she finally jerked them over his bulge. His cock popped out, parallel to the floor. He was turned on by Jessica but more so at the thought of having someone other than his wife. He had never cheated but the act turned him on more than he thought it would. He had wanted Jessica for far too long. The sexual tension between them was a fierce passion. Jessica opened her mouth and took the entirety of his cock. A decade of foreplay finally came to an end.

As her husband engaged in adulterous activity with his best friend, Brittany ordered a gin and tonic and took a seat alone at the expansive bar at the Mandarin Oriental. The welcome party was just beginning, and it didn’t take long for a man in his early fifties to spot the thirty-six-year-old blonde drinking alone. He introduced himself as the manager of a company on the west coast that she had forgotten as soon as he said it. She noticed the gold ring on his finger, and he noticed the diamond on hers, but that didn’t stop them from divulging in a harmless flirtatious conversation. The night wore on, the welcome speaker addressed the attendees of the conference in a brief ten-minute speech, passed out the week’s syllabus, and let the party carry on. Brittany asked about his wife in San Diego, while thinking how fun it would be for this handsome older gentleman to fuck her brains out. She downed her third gin and tonic and the two of them took a shot of cherry vodka together. As the alcohol lowered their inhibitions, the conversations drifted from work and family to their adequately mundane sex lives. Ben spoke of how much he loved his wife, but sex sometimes seemed like a routine. Brittany agreed and told him that she was in the same place and was happy to accept this much needed work vacation.

Fifteen minutes later Ben and Brittany cheated on their spouses for the first time. The passion was hotter than the South Florida night. They kissed at the bar with his hand on her silky-smooth thigh, and that is all it took for a spark to become a flame. They made out in the elevator and down the hall to Brittany’s suite. The straps of her dress were off her shoulders before she could even open the door. He pushed her though the entryway, and by the time they got to her bed, they were down to their underwear. Ben admired the perkiness of her breasts, much better than his wife at home. He pushed her to the bed and took full control. He began to slowly kiss down her neck and chest, but she stopped them.

Brittany, looked at him and said: To hell with foreplay, fuck me like you need it and do whatever you want to me.

Ben spread her legs and jerked her panties down, almost ripping them in the process. He left her bra on as he got on top and parted her pussy with his throbbing cock. She winced as he split her open, and he didn’t go slow. She moaned as he slid himself deep inside her. He put his hands on the top of the mattress and used it for leverage as he fucked her over and over again.

Brittany, screamed: Harder. Fuck me harder.

He raised his upper torso like a cobra and moved himself farther inside her. He looked down at her face as he assaulted her pussy with his cock. He reached around her back with his hands unhooked the lace that kept her tits together. He stopped thrusting inside her just long enough for her to help remove her bra. He admired her breasts as his cock throbbed inside her.

Brittany, smiled and said: Better than you wife?

Ben, replied: You naughty girl. Much better.

Brittany, said: Good. Fuck me like you’re mad at her. You deserve it.

He pinned her shoulders down with his calloused hands and slammed himself inside her. She screamed in a pleasure that she hadn’t experienced in years. Ben felt his cock throb and struggled to hold in his cum. He knew if he kept fucking the hottie from Minneapolis, that we would cum inside her. He pulled out, crawled up her body, and told her to open my mouth.

Brittany, said: What if I don’t? You going to slap me?

Ben, smiled and replied: Is that what you want?

Brittany, said: I want you to treat me like I’m your little homewrecking whore. I’ve always had that fantasy. You know I’m better than your stupid, boring wife anyway.

Ben, slapped her across the face and said: Prove it, you little slut.

Brittany opened her mouth and begged for his cock. He straddled her face and slid his cock inside her mouth. She gagged, but took it all in. Saliva dripped from her mouth as he fucked her face harder and harder. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and pulled away. Makeup dripped down her face and mixed with the drool that was pouring from her lips. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to his cock.

He slapped her again.

Ben, exclaimed: Fucking take it. And you better fucking swallow.

Brittany, asked: Does your wife let you cum in her mouth?

Ben, replied: No, that’s what I have you for.

Brittany, said: Good. Give it to me.

She opened her mouth again and let him fuck her face until he came. She swallowed every drop that shot into the back of her throat. He pulled out and finished his orgasm on her face, covering her in his milky, white cum.

She smiled as he collapsed beside her.

Ben, in a quavering voice, said: Holy fuck that was hot.

Brittany, replied: Yeah, it was. Fuck I needed that. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

Ben, still breathing heavy: Fuck I needed that. But I want to make you cum.

Brittany, giggled a sexy squeak and said: Oh, I came. Twice while you were fucking me. Hopefully we will see more of each other this week.

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