Now that my wife had entered the punishment phase of her adulterous behavior, we both knew that much fun awaited. In reality, it wasn’t so much punishment for her fling with JT, but more a series of increasingly debauched challenges for her to carry out, as part of our overall hotwife fantasy lifestyle.After reaching out to JT, my wife came back downstairs with a surprisingly disappointed look on her face. It was early evening on the first Friday of the school year. The boys were outside hanging with friends, so my wife and I could speak freely. I said, “What’s the matter? Did JT shoot you down?”I was partially joking as I was pretty sure that would not happen.”No,” she said. “It’s just…well, he’s out of town, in Miami, meeting with his business partner this weekend. He’ll be back Monday, and he DOES want to get together. I was just kind of hoping…”I interjected, with mock sadness, “Aww – pretty slut wife can’t get any action other than hubby on a Friday night?”Anne laughed and said, “Actually, if you really want me to have an ‘outing’, I’m pretty sure I can find someone. But, I know you want to be in control now, so…”Intrigued, I asked, “What makes you so confident – or – who are you thinking about?”My wife said, “I’m pretty sure a certain twenty-something Puerto Rican man with a fetish for older women might be interested if I reached out…”My wife left the comment dangling. Outings, you’ll remember, were an affectionate term my wife and I used to designate nights when I loaned her out as a hotwife, which typically also involved me getting her sloppy seconds and reclaiming her. The twenty-something was of course Jorge, a young man with a girlfriend and a certain liking for older women, with whom my wife has had sex as part of our arrangement.Now I truly was intrigued, and excited. I said, “Damn girl, you really do like dick! And, hell yes, if you can make it happen, I’m down. Just remember, that sweet little pussy needs to be able to take care of me when you’re done.”She laughed and said, “Of course, babe. Always…”Then she went back upstairs, phone in hand. I thought to myself, My God, what a woman.About fifteen minutes later, my wife came back downstairs and joined me in the kitchen where I was mixing a couple of cocktails for us. She informed Rus Escort İzmir me that she and Jorge were “on” for Saturday afternoon. When I asked for details, she told me that she would likely be gone between four and six o’clock that afternoon. The timing was pretty good because the boys had a sleepover with some neighborhood friends Saturday night, which would likely start right around the time my wife returned from her lewd outing. When I pressed for additional details, she just told me not to worry “my pretty little head” about it. Well, ok, I thought to myself.She said, “Look, when I get home tomorrow evening, you are probably going to get exactly what you want out of this, and then some! I’ll make sure to fill you in on everything you want to hear. I just love getting you all excited when I tell you how naughty I’ve been. And I especially love it when my naughtiness makes you pop, whether it’s in my hand, my mouth, or my pussy.”Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “And tomorrow night, I think it’ll be in my pussy.” Then she laughed and went back upstairs, with her cocktail. I was already hard. I loved it when she talked dirty. And I was pretty sure she was up in her closet picking out her outfit for the following day.Once Saturday afternoon rolled around, my wife started getting ready for her outing while I was getting the boys ready for their sleepover. My wife called me upstairs to help with something. I arrived in our master bathroom to see my wife standing naked, holding an electric razor. She apparently needed my help in “cleaning up” her bikini area. I was more than happy to oblige, and I got a great “before” view of my wife’s coochie prior to her expected fuck fest with Jorge. When I had completed my task, she turned the tables and offered to help clean up my “area” too. Of course, I let her, and she expertly and gently wielded the manscaping utility around my cock and balls, such that I was completely shorn when she was finished. As she put down the razor, she placed my already semi-hard cock in her mouth and began to slowly, but sensually, give me a blow job. She gradually picked up the pace, but right as I was about to come, she stopped, and pulled her mouth off of my cock, still kneeling in front izmir otele gelen escort of me. A long tendril of saliva still stretched from her upper lip to the head of my pulsing cock. Some pre-cum had actually dribbled out, but I had not quite climaxed.My wife looked at my penis and said, “Not yet. You’ll have to wait a couple of hours, but don’t worry, it’ll be worth it.”And with that, she got up, laughed, and told me to get out while she got dressed. About a half hour later, my wife came downstairs, dressed in a black miniskirt, white sleeveless blouse, and black leather heels. Clearly, she was looking to make a lasting impression on young Jorge. The kids were upstairs as my wife prepared to leave. I kissed her and told her to be careful, and to let me know when she was on her way home. She assured me she would, then gave me a kiss on the cheek, and hopped in her car, destined for her rendezvous.After dropping off the kids at their sleepover, I received a brief text from my wife, indicating that she was driving home, and would be back before six o’clock. About ten minutes later, my wife called.She said, “Hey babe, almost home.”I said, “Everything ok? Did you have fun?””Yeah,” she said, in a kind of dreamy, far-away voice.Then she gathered herself and said, “I mean, yeah! Sorry, just thinking about how much fun Jorge and I had.” She laughed.Then I said, “I want to know more, but I know I’ll have to wait…”She said, “Yep. And uh, babe? Could you move your car out of the garage, and maybe let me park, so I can come in without, you know, anyone seeing? I’ll explain…”I said, “Sure,” and dutifully ran down and moved my car. I could not figure out why, but I’m sure the reason was sexy. Or at least I hoped…About five minutes later, my wife pulled into our basement-level garage and then bounded up the stairs. I met her as she entered our kitchen via the basement door. As was always the case with her outings, my wife appeared both frazzled and glowing as she stood there, smiling mischievously.”Hey, babe,” she said. “Aren’t you going to kiss me and ask me how much fun I had?””Of course,” I said, and leaned in and kissed my wife. Anne smelled like a mixture of her favorite perfume and sweat. Always a good sign, Buca escort bayan I thought to myself. I asked her why she needed to sneak into the house.”Two things,” she replied. “One, being dressed like this mid-day might raise some eyebrows among the neighbors, which I didn’t really think about when I was leaving. And two, umm, Jorge made a little mess on the back of my skirt, and the last thing I wanted was to have someone see me and try to start a conversation.”With that. my wife turned and showed me the back of her black skirt. Oh my God, I thought to myself. There was an obvious area of dried semen in the lower middle portion of the rear of her skirt. I needed to know the details now, as my heart raced and my cock hardened. My wife faced me again and smiled. She kissed me again, and then “booped” my nose with her finger. Silently, she led me upstairs to our bedroom and instructed me to take off all of my clothes. I did as I was told, and stood before my wife, completely nude, as she took off her skirt, blouse, and bra.Wearing only her black panties, my wife said, “Honey, look at how much of a mess I am. Can you tell I had fun?”Her black panties didn’t just have a wet spot, which was sometimes the case after one of her nights of fucking. Oh no – in this case, I could actually see Jorge’s cum on the outside of my wife’s panties. He had pumped her full of so much cum that it had leaked out and through her panties!”Oh, Anne,” I said. “I need to hear everything, and I need to cum inside you.”My wife agreed. She pushed me back onto the bed, so that I was on my back, with my legs hanging off of the bed. Then she began stroking my already hard cock, and occasionally licking the head of my penis, or my balls. While working her magic on my cock, my wife finally spilled the beans on her afternoon delight with Jorge. She told me that he had used his position at the hotel to secure a room for about an hour, and when my wife arrived at the hotel, he met her in the parking lot and ushered her in via an employee-only entrance. Once in the room, my wife told me that things moved pretty fast. So fast that the only clothes of hers that came off were her panties. She had started by sucking his cock after some brief small talk and kissing, but that quickly progressed to him needing to be inside her. She said he pushed her onto the bed on her back, pulled off her panties, hiked up her skirt, and entered her with his massive dong. She said he didn’t last particularly long, and before she had fully worked herself up to an orgasm, he was filling her womb with a massive load of his sperm.