The Anklet

Just a little foreword before you take the time to read this mainly fictional tale it's a cuckold story. At the very least, a stag and vixen narrative, as there's no humiliation, though it does feature a wife enjoying some... extracurricular activities in the bedroom without her husband being present. If that offends you, well, you probably shouldn't bother reading any further.

For those who do continue, happy to hear any criticism from those who have shared a story. Always happy to refine.

The Anklet

Nix had been looking forward to our Date-night for weeks. She'd planned it all, drop off the kids at there friends straight after school for a sleepover, meet me for cocktails and sushi, with the intention of enjoying a rare evening with no responsibilities, no interruptions. Just the two of us.

She'd treated herself to a little shopping and make over spree beforehand, she returned home with her hair done, gel nails, a whole new outfit, earrings and a delicate silver anklet.

What do you think giving me a twirl, stunning I replied. wait till you see me in my new dress too. I look hot. is that right a hot wife? I said wondering if she had the slightest clue what it meant.

Standing on one leg and bending the other back to her bum. Her fingers ran a

over the fine chain around her ankle. "Do you like my new accessory? When I saw it, I had to try it on. It feels... sexy."

I noticed the change in her tone, the way she seemed almost self-conscious about admitting it.

"The sales assistant was very attentive," she continued. " in fact Bit of a charmer, I suppose that's his job. But then there was this other guy a complete stranger who started flirting with me out of nowhere while I was getting coffee."

I just smiled, amused. "Did he mention the anklet?"

She looked at me, surprised. "Yeah, actually... how did you know that?

He complemented me on the Anklet thats how we started talking."

I grinned. "You really have no idea, do you?"

Nix frowned, the wheels turning in her head.

It's flattering," she said after a moment. You're just jealous. I'm 35, and men still find me attractive."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, I don't doubt that for a second.

We had planned to meet at 5 p. m. at the close of the workday. But, as always, work had other ideas.

I had to call her to say I'd be late just as she was ordering her first drink.

Nix sat alone at the bar, sipping a cocktail, waiting for me.

Nix told herself that she she would leave after finishing her drink. What was the point in staying anyway if I wasn't there? She could go home, ditch the heels, slip into comfy pyjamas, and watch some rubbish TV. She'd given me a real hard time about it late.

Brooding, Nix thought, What am I even doing out on my own we should've just met at home. It was his idea to meet at this bar, to pretend they were strangers role-playing a first date or some cheeky pickup line. And now he was late.

Instead, because of him a married mother of two, was sitting alone in a bar, drinking by herself, while the office boys stared at her. His plan sucked. Distracted by the idea A little voice in her head chimed in, Surely not they're not looking at me.

She took another sip, swearing to herself they weren't and it was in her head. But she wasn't naive. The dress she'd bought specially for the night hugged her in all the right places, the neckline plunging just enough to turn heads, the hem sitting higher than usual.

she wasn't wearing a bra she couldn't, not with this outfit. The cups and straps would have shown.

There eas one very handsome fella sat at the other end of the bar, swirling the last of his beer in his bottle, his attention flicking between his drink, his colleague, and... her.

The occasional eye contact made her wonder.

Did he know she thought he was handsome?

Did he know her date was late?

Did he know she was married?

Plenty of things crossed her mind as she sat there, sipping her cocktail.

Nix's new dress was tight, shimmering under the bar's soft lighting. Her outfit was finished off with heels and the pearl necklace I had bought her last Christmas. Her stockings were black, slightly hatched mesh in style, and her lace garters were thick and obvious.

Being brave on her supposed date night with me, she had taken the risk of leaving her knickers at home.

Again, she thought Did he know

Did he know she was planning on getting laid by her husband? No, he didn't, she told herself again. but she did!

She knew there was nothing more exciting than getting fucked with stockings and her heels still on.

She loved looking at them either side of my body as she held her legs in the air, dangling out of control. It had been a long time since that had happened, but she planned for it to happen tonight.

She wondered if he could tell she wasn't wearing anything under the dress? no bra, no knickers. Of course he didn't but she did and she liked it.

She laughed to herself. The absurdity of it all. A married man eyeing up a married woman, alone at a bar on a Friday night.

Despite his lingering glances, he didn't move. Maybe it was her wedding ring keeping him at bay.

Then another thought.

Hotel bars were designed for romantic liaisons. They were neutral ground, discreet. A place where businessmen, new couples, old flames, and strangers could meet without judgment. No one would even notice if she left with another man. If they did, who's to say it wasn't her husband?

Daydreaming, she glanced back.

He was gone. Subconsciously, she scanned the bar. Her pulse quickened as he walked towards her.

Then he walked right past, greeting a Friend at the far end of the bar with a giant bear hug before striking up a conversation.

She exhaled, shaking her head. Get a grip, Nix. Sinking the last of her drink, Nix turned to leave only for the bartender to slide another cocktail in front of her.

"Compliments of the gentleman."

Her stomach flipped.

Which gentleman?

Her husband?

Or... her gentleman?

Feeling her pulse quicken and her temperature rise, she hopped down from the bar stool and made her way to the ladies.

In front of the mirror, she fiddled with her necklace and adjusted her garter belts, letting one of the thick straps snap back against her skin. She winced, her eyes dilating.

Are you a little tipsy? she asked herself. Or has no bra, no knickers, and no husband got to you?

Flattening her dress, she tugged the hem down it had ridden up slightly, probably attracting his attention in the first place.

"You're being silly," she muttered to herself in the reflection. Obviously

The "handsome man." Is your husband.

When you go back to your seat, he'll be sitting there, smirking.

And if not, he'd better get here quick.

Returning to her stool, Nix glanced around the bar still no sign of her husband. She hopped up, glancing over her left shoulder, where she'd been daydreaming, watching her handsome eye candy.

As she turned, she heard a deep voice behind her:

"So, I have to ask what exactly is a beautiful lady like you doing alone in a bar full of drunken office workers?"

She turned back just as he took the stool beside her, signalling to the bartender for another round.

"Well, I was waiting for my husband," she admitted, "but it seems he had a better offer to stay late at work."

His lips curled into a grin. "Perhaps I could be his stand-in, so I can do my part well. What was the plan? A few drinks, dinner, stumble home, have some messy, drunken sex?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Something like that."

"It's more about getting out of the house for some quality time together," Nix said, trying to sound in control.

He nodded. "And how's that going for you?" I'm only here for one more night I fly home tomorrow. Then, with a teasing smile, he added, "So how about it?

I've got plenty of "Time" for you tonight. We could enjoy a few drinks together. You've definitely got the "Quality" all dressed up it'd be a shame to waste an outfit like that."

His words made a mockery of her attempt to sound authoritative.

She looked him over properly this time, leaning back on her stool, one hand on the table for balance. Well dressed his suit wasn't a cheap, shiny off the peg number, it was tailored and so was his shirt. It had to be. Beneath the fabric, she could see the lean muscle of a man who looked after himself. A Breitling watch, cufflinks, Oxford shoes details that told her he wasn't just some ordinary office worker. But mostly, he smelled good.

Confident~ tick! Attractive~ double tick!

Interested?

The little voice in her head telling her to go home was growing quieter.

What harm could come from staying for just one more drink?

"All right," she said, her lips curling into a slight smile. "But I need somewhere more comfortable to sit."

They moved from the lounge bar to a quiet corner where two comfy armchairs had become available. Most of the patrons were still gathered around the bar, winding down after a long week.

For now, it was just the two of them.

Alexander was from Scotland, staying at the hotel for a week's work. He was flying home tomorrow. He didn't mention to a wife or a partner.

Instead, he asked about her. Where she was from. What she did. The make of her dress. How she'd ended up here tonight.

He complimented her anklet. Asked about her dreams. He genuinely listened.

the longer she sat there, the harder it was to ignore the hunger building inside her.

She told me all of this later. Cheeks flushed. Laughing. As if retelling it made it all the more real.

As he left the table to grab another round, Nix couldn't help but check him out again.

He looked good.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts like a cold splash of water.

"Sorry lover," I said. "I'm almost finished."

Nix decided to have a little fun. She knew it would drive me wild it would hopefully make me crazy with jealousy.

And teach me for being late.

"You won't believe this," she teased. "There's a guy here. Good-looking. Scottish. He's been flirting with me all night." He complimented my hair, dress and my nails he even noticed my anklet complimenting it asking if it was new?

"Baby? Are you there?"

"Yep just taking it in," He complemented your Anklet I you say. Anxious I babbled

"I just... I don't know.? I'm a bit... Jealous? Excited? Horny... This sounds like an opportunity too good to pass up."

She let out a soft laugh. "What opportunity is that? and what's with you and my new anklet?"

I smirked. "Are you seriously telling me you don't know what it means?"

"What are you on about?"

I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"It means you're a hotwife. Open to sleeping with other men."

"That's why you'r man at the jewellery shop was so helpful and the guy getting coffee I continued. "You right you are 35 and attractive, beautiful and sexy! They see the anklet, they know what it means. they want you. It's the same with your man tonight.

She scoffed. "That's ridiculous."

"Is it?"

If you don't believe me, Google it."

I could hear the tapping of her nails against her phone screen as she typed.

ANKLET MEANING?

A bracelet worn around the ankle. Widely recognised as a symbol that a woman is a available hotwife,.

More tapping.

WHAT DOES HOTWIFE MEAN?

A hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband, who himself doesn't have affairs.

Nix stared at the screen. Stunned.

Her heart pounded. He couldn't be serious.

She was his wife. The mother of his kids. Not a... hotwife.

Nix glanced up.

Across the bar, Alexander watched her. He picked up her Old Fashioned, swirling the large ice cube in the glass. Then, raising it slightly tipping it towards her a silent question.

Should he bring it over? Or wait?

She glanced up, her eyes narrowing briefly before softening. A small smile. As she waved him over.

I heard the shift in her voice as she spoke again, into the phone.

"Well... I'm not promising anything," she said. I could picture her twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "He's bringing my drink over. I'll flirt a little give myself a good story to tell you later. We can talk about my anklet more then. But I'm not just going to hook up with some stranger on a...."

She stopped abruptly. Had she been speaking too loudly?

Alexander was at the table now, one eyebrow raised.

Nix let out a nervous laugh. "Let me know when you're here. You can give me a ride home." With that, she simply ended the call.

For a brief moment, she considered bolting. Making up an excuse. Telling him I was already there.

But just as she was about to speak, Alexander leaned in, his voice a low murmur in her ear.

"I know I can please you."

She met his gaze.

Somehow... she knew he was telling the truth.

A slow shiver ran down her spine.

After our call, she felt more at ease. Her nerves settled. The words resonated in her head. "like an opportunity too good to pass up".

Alexander's expression shifted to a more predatory one. More Assured.

He leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from her skin.

His fingers ghosted over her thigh, leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

"I want to undress you so I can pleasure you," he whispered. "it's your choice."

A rush of heat coursed through Nix.

The words shocked her but what stunned her more was the sudden dampness between her thighs.

Her lips parted.

Her mouth ached to be kissed.

She felt hungry for something she hadn't even realised she wanted.

As if reading her thoughts, Alexander tilted her chin towards him.

The kiss started slow.

Then deepened into something urgent.

Confident hands traced the seams of her dress. Fingers gliding up past the think lace of her garters. Them Down her long leg she bent it at the knee raising it, she didn't want his touched to stop but it did as he played with her anklet for a second before ascending back up her leg, Her thighs parted instinctively.

Surrendering.

He whispered against her ear.

"You know I'm staying here at the hotel."

Another pause. A teasing smile. A squeeze of her thigh,

"We could always go back to my room for a early nightcap... while you wait for your 'ride.'"

Nix exhaled.

Lips curving into a smirk.

"We sure could," she murmured.

She stood. Smoothed down her dress.

Met his gaze.

"After you."

They walked toward the lift, Alexander's hand resting on the small of Nix's back. As the doors opened, they stepped inside, joined by a few others.

They stood close together, his hand subtly sliding down to her arse. In her head, Nix kept thinking, What am I doing? But at the same time, another part of her was silently willing the lift to move faster.

The doors opened again, and the other couple stepped out, leaving them alone at last.

Alexander took hold of Nix turning her towards him, he kissed her softly at first their kisses deepened, tongues exploring, hands roaming. He squeezed her arse, pulling her close. She could feel his cock pressing against her. He pushed her against the wall, his hands now claiming her breasts.

A chime sounded, and the doors slid open. A couple stood waiting outside, their expressions giving away their amusement at what they'd just interrupted.

Alexander and Nix exchanged a knowing glance before stepping out, making their way down the hallway towards his room. The walk felt like the longest corridor in the world.

When they reached the door, he held it open for her. She stepped inside, and he shut it behind them.

Suddenly, nerves crept in. She hesitated, rethinking everything.

Alexander must have sensed it. He walked over, kissing her softly this time.

"How about we have another drink and just talk for a bit?" he suggested, his voice low.

Relieved, Nix nodded.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Most hotel rooms had nowhere to sit but the foot of the bed, and maybe a desk chair but this must have been a suite. There was a desk in the corner near a small bar, a plush sofa, and two high backed chairs with a walnut table positioned in front of an open balcony, overlooking the city.

"I wasn't expecting company this evening," he admitted as he poured the drinks. "I only have whisky. Unless you'd prefer room service? I could order champagne."

"Whisky's fine," Nix replied.

Alexander put on some music. He sat down beside her on the sofa, not too close giving her space. Smiling, he raised his glass.

"Bottoms up?"

With the clink of glasses, they both downed their drinks in one. The warm liquor burned slightly as Nix swallowed.

Alexander stood to get refills, bringing them back over.

But instead of sitting, he remained standing, exactly where she had taken the glass from him too close for small talk. Too close for anything but what was now slowly dawning on Nix.

After a moment of hesitation, she sank her drink, setting the glass on the table. Then, taking a deep breath, she reached up, her fingers finding his belt buckle.

Slowly, she unfastened it, unzipping his trousers.

Alexander's cock immediately began to stir from its slumber, a bulge forming beneath his soft cotton briefs. The fabric was smooth and warm under her touch.

In one motion, Nix pulled his trousers down past his knees.

Oh my God.

It wasn't even fully hard yet, and it already looked so much bigger than her husband's.

As it thickened, the head of his cock poked past the waistband, giving her a first glimpse. She watched it visibly stiffen against the fabric.

Alexander unbuttoned his shirt, parting it just enough to reveal his toned torso, giving her a clear view of what she had to work with. Kicking off his briefs, his cock was now in full view.

Nix lifted it, angling it towards his stomach, feeling its weight in her palm.

This was it. There was no turning back.

Taking a steadying breath, she summoned all the courage she had and wrapped her hand around his thick length.

Slowly, she began to stroke it, her grip gentle at first as she moved her hand back and forth. Growing bolder, she tightened her grasp, running her fingers along the length of his shaft with firmer, more deliberate strokes.

Inside her, the desire was growing even faster than his cock. Nix could feel it thickening in her grasp, pulsing as the blood surged through its length. Finally, it was fully hard.

She stared in awe. It's huge.

The length alone was astonishing, but what really left her speechless was the girth. The head was swollen and smooth, its skin stretched taut and glistening.

Nix wrapped her fingers around it again, marvelling at its thickness. Her hand could barely close around it. It was easily as thick as her wrist. Definitely twice as thick as her husband's.

She glanced down at her hand, dwarfed by this monster of a cock. An idea struck her. She was used to only using one hand, but now she brought up her other hand to join the first with both hands wrapped around his shaft one on top of the other there were still at least two or three inches of cock sticking out past her grip.

Just looking at it had her dripping.

She wondered what it would feel like, having that much cock sliding into her.

Unable to control herself, Nix lowered her mouth onto the swollen head. It filled her mouth completely.

This wasn't at all what she had intended to do tonight.... at least not with a stranger! but she couldn't stop herself now.

Alexander's cock tasted slightly salty. Nix started sucking gently, her two hands working up and down his thick shaft while her mouth and tongue smothered the head, licking and teasing.

He groaned.

Nix removed one hand and took his cock as deep as she could, clamping her lips around it, sucking hard, running her tongue over the sensitive tip.

Another groan rumbled. He was lost in pleasure.

Slowly, she withdrew her mouth. When she reached the tip, she paused, increasing the suction, feeling the soft, pliable cockhead mould to the shape of her mouth. She flicked her tongue over it, making his whole body jerk.

Each time she pulled her head up, she intensified the suction, making sure to keep as much pressure as possible. With a soft pop, she let his cock slip from her mouth, licking the saliva off.

Tracing a finger around it, she admired its size and sheer weight.

Unable to resist, she took him back into her mouth, sucking harder this time, bobbing her head up and down, her hands stroking the thick shaft in sync.

Nix swirled her tongue over the head, determined to push him over the edge. His groans grew louder. One of his hands tangled in her hair, pressing against the back of her head, guiding her, encouraging her.

She kept moving, her lips and hands working together stroking, sucking, teasing. Her pace became almost frantic as she tried to bring him to climax.

Alexander's hips bucked towards her, erratic, desperate.

Sensing he was close, Nix pulled her lips back, focusing all her attention on the swollen head.

Her tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive tip while her hands pumped his shaft, her grip tight, relentless.

His whole body tensed.

The head of his cock swelled even bigger.

He sucked in a sharp breath, then groaned as his hips jerked violently.

Nix braced herself. Then she felt it.

Alexander's cock throbbed against her tongue, pulsing, spilling hot, thick semen into her mouth.

"Stop! Stop!" Alexander gasped.

Nix didn't.

Instead, she took him deeper, sinking down until half of his length disappeared down her throat.

She was too turned on to stop now.

Recovering Alexander started moving towards the king-size bed. As Nix took a step forward, she could feel how wet she was already.

She shouldn't have been surprised. Her pussy he'd been exposed all night it was asking for attention.

Alexander moved up close behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He peered over her shoulder, his eyes drawn to the deep neckline of her low-cut dress.

As he feasted his gaze on her cleavage, his hands roamed over her body down to her stomach, then slowly back up until he was cupping her breasts.

He squeezed each one in turn, waiting to see if she would stop him.

She didn't.

Releasing her, Alexander stepped back slightly, his fingers moving to the zip fastener at the back of her dress. He held her gaze, in the mirror reading the nervous yet excited expression in her eyes as he slowly pulled the zip all the way down.

He eased the dress from her shoulders, revealing more of her cleavage inch by inch. His touch was slow but deliberate, guiding the fabric lower, past the curve of her hips, until it pooled at her ankles.

As she stepped out of the pooled fabric, she revealed herself in nothing but sheer hold-ups and five inch heels. Her necklace and of course her new anklet.

She looked incredible.

Alexander stroked his cock as she stood there, fully exposed he stepped forward His hands roamed over her body before moving up to her shoulders.

She raised her hands, as if to cover her large breasts, but he gripped both of her wrists gently, but firmly.

Guiding her hands down, he exposed her breasts and erect nipples.

His hands cupped her breasts, feeling their weight, before his fingers found her sensitive nipples, teasing them with a slow pinch.

Nix's cheeks were flushed whether from arousal, embarrassment, or a mixture of both, she wasn't sure.

Still kneading one of her soft breasts, he slid his free hand down, over the gentle curve of her stomach.

"Now, open your legs," he murmured.

She hesitated.

Then, slowly, she parted them.

"A little wider, please."

Alexander then knelt between her spread thighs, his breath warm against her skin. The pale colour of her upper legs was accentuated by the contrast of the sheer black hold-ups against her skin.

He shifted to one side, his fingers trailing up the insides of her thighs.

Nix shivered. She was on edge her body wound tight with anticipation, her arousal growing by the second.

His fingertips moved closer.

A gasp escaped her lips as he finally made contact, brushing against her glistening folds.

Her exposed pussy trembled under his touch.

Without hesitation, Alexander pressed his face between her legs, his tongue finding her clit straight away.

Her lust was fully unleashed now as she lay back on the bed, surrendering completely.

"Ohh, yes," she gasped as his fingertips pressed against her pussy. Wetness seeped onto his fingers as he slid between her folds, gently rubbing the length of her slit.

"Yes, touch me there," she moaned, her hips shifting into his hand. His fingers explored her warm pussy, finding her clit with his thumb. A sharp gasp escaped her lips until suddenly, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away.

"Move your head forward," she instructed, her voice firm. "Now, part my lips gently and lick me."

Alexander obeyed, gripping her thighs as he leaned in. His tongue traced the delicate folds before slipping inside, tasting her.

A deep moan escaped her.

Her hands gripped his head, pressing his face hard against her pussy. Alexander struggled to breathe, licking her as she ground herself against his mouth, rubbing his lips against her swollen clit.

"Oh god, yes," she groaned, rolling her hips into him, pulling him tighter against her now dripping pussy.

He hit her clit again, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. As her moans deepened, he slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them as he probed deeper.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" she squirmed, her thighs trembling.

Harder and faster, she moved against his face, and Alexander lapped up every drop of her arousal.

Then, suddenly, she grabbed his head and pushed him back.

Alexander stumbled slightly, dazed.

"What the hell?" he gasped, breathless. "I was doing exactly what you told me to do! Why did you stop?"

Nix stammered, "We... I shouldn't. But it's so good, and you're so big."

She stood, pacing the room, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. Finally, making a decision, she grabbed a quilt from the foot of the bed and threw it open on the floor.

"Lie down there."

Alexander did as she asked, stretching out on his back.

"Do you want my pussy?" Nix asked, her voice low, teasing.

He stuck out his tongue playfully before grinning, knowing exactly what she wanted.

Nix took her time, circling him, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked around his head, drawing out the moment. Then, in exaggerated slow motion, she stepped over him, her legs parting above his face. She hovered there, teasing, before planting one foot beside his head he heard the rattle of her anklet then the other. His gaze travelled up, following the curve of her thighs as she loomed over him. Alexander was ready to devour her.

Nix lowered herself towards his face, squatting before spreading her knees to get down those last few inches to his mouth.

His mouth was already open in anticipation. Straddling his face, she locked eyes with him as she slowly brought herself down, lowering her pussy to within inches of his waiting lips.

Alexander inhaled deeply, staring at her gorgeous, glistening pussy just above him. His tongue flicked out, barely touching her opening, and she shuddered, immediately pressing forward until his nose was buried between her soft, wet folds.

With most of her weight on him now, he began licking, pushing his tongue deep into her. He opened his mouth wider, pressing his tongue against her clit, and she let out a breathy moan. She reached down, pulling apart her soft lips to reveal more of her juicy, swollen pussy.

"Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Make me cum all over your face," she ordered.

Her voice was thick with arousal, and Alexander didn't need to be told twice. He drove his tongue in as deep as he could, flicking against her slick walls while his thumb found her clit. Her hips twitched as he pressed against it, making her moan and shiver.

"Keep your tongue out and hold onto my arse. I'll do some work. Stay exactly as you are," Nix commanded.

Alexander obeyed, his mouth fastening onto her pussy as she began grinding against his face. She moved mercilessly, rubbing, mashing, riding him with an intensity that left him dizzy.

She slammed her pussy onto his mouth, dragging his tongue and nose across her clit with each movement. Her excitement grew, her pace quickening as her moans turned into desperate whimpers.

"Mm, suck my clit now. That's it," she purred, full of lust.

Her hands pulling into the back of his head, her thighs locking around him, forcing his face deeper into her. Alexander gasped for air, only for her to smother him again, drowning him in her scent, her taste.

Nix sighed louder, her breathing ragged, then let out a sharp gasp as Alexander zeroed in on her clit, relentlessly he worked it. His face was soaked with her juices. Nix was lost in her pleasure now, her pace increasing, her arse cheeks slapping against him as she wriggled and rode him with growing urgency. Her moans grew louder, her hips rolling, her clit dragging against his tongue.

Alexander was utterly engulfed, his nose sealed in the heat of her pussy, his mouth working furiously to please her.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He sucked her clit, giving her everything he had. With his thumb, he gently massaged her anus

That was it. It was more then she could take it pushed her over the edge she convulsed.

Her orgasm hit hard, her body spasming, her pussy clenching around his face as a long, desperate moan ripped from her throat. Her thighs squeezed him mercilessly, holding him in place as she rode out every wave of pleasure.

Her body quivered, her arse pressing firmly into him, grinding her release onto his lips and tongue.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming--mm!" she moaned, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Finally, her grip loosened.

She let out a long, shaky sigh, her body relaxing as the last waves of her orgasm subsided. Slowly, she released his head from her thighs and let it fall back to the floor.

She took her time standing up, unsteady, her legs weak from squatting and the force of her climax. She looked down at him, her expression smug, satisfied.

He lay there, catching his breath, completely spent. His face was drenched in her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Nix's body was exhausted from the relentless pleasure he had just made her endure and fuck, she had loved every second of it.

Alexander moved some pillows to the edge of the bed. Nix turned to lie back on them, but he stopped her. He gave her a long, deep kiss and moved his hand towards her pussy. The anticipation was almost too much Nix loved a good fingering. But it was to soon He began kissing her neck and ear, and she shivered, fearing his fingers were going to plunge deep inside her again.

Nix reached down, wrapping her fingers around his pre-cum-covered shaft, and slowly started tugging on it.

Alexander's balls ached. His cock twitched, desperate for relief after all the teasing.

He turned Nix around and shoved her roughly, face down, onto the bed. The pillows angled her arse and pussy up nicely, putting her in the perfect position for him. She let out a moan, and in response, his thick, hard cock plunged deep inside her.

He wasted no time, absolutely pounding her pussy. Her first orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over her, leaving her trembling beneath him.

Alexander kicked Nix's legs further apart and used his grip to pull her halfway up so he could reach her tits. As she shifted to give him better access, his cock slid out of her with an audible pop.

"Get on your arse on those pillows. Spread your legs."She couldn't comply fast enough.

Rolling on to her back she squealed and giggled like a giddy school girl about to her on her favourite ride.

Nix was damn flexible, so when he said spread, she knew exactly what he meant spread-eagle, her long legs stretched all the way out, her pussy and clit on full display. In the dim glow of the hotel room, Alexander took his time, looking at her, for reference later.

He pressed the thick head of his cock against her wet clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. Then he moved down to her entrance, pushing in just the tip before lingering there, teasing her with short, shallow thrusts. His breathing slowed; he was in control. His arousal pressed against her, undeniable.

"Do you like that, you naughty hotwife?" Alexander teased, a wicked grin on his lips.

She grinned back, a spark of mischief in her eyes. It was official she had just earned the title.

With both hands gripping her hips, he started to fuck her with long, hard strokes. She matched his rhythm with her own eager thrusts.

Alexander felt his throbbing cock squeezed by her tight, pulsing pussy. She swayed her gorgeous tits in his face, teasing him, letting him suck on her nipples. Nix moaned with pleasure, arching her back, causing him to push even deeper inside this intoxicating, dominant woman.

She glanced up at him, locking eyes, her gaze dark with hunger.

"Cum for me, baby. Do it in me. Cum in my pussy," she commanded, her voice thick with lust.

She moaned, pushing up hard against him, her hips moving faster, chasing her own pleasure.

Nix could feel her clit getting more and more engorged. As he picked up the pace, she matched his rhythm, flexing her pussy around his cock, milking him. It all felt incredible.

"Grab my ankles," Nix growled.

She grinned. "I said I was going to get fucked tonight."

He did, throwing her legs out wide and open again. Looking down the length of her body to her garters, then to her heels still strapped to her feet the new anklet bracelet jangled around her ankle. The weight of her heels made her feet bob up and down to the rhythm of his relentless thrusts, completely beyond her control.

Then he started pounding into her, deeper and faster than ever before. Nix held her legs wide as he leaned in, his hands moving to grab and squeeze her tits while he absolutely dominated her. That slight shift put his cock right against her G-spot, his hips slamming against her, his pelvis crushing her clit with every thrust.

The combination was overwhelming his rough hands on her tits, his cock stretching her. Then her second big orgasm hit like a tsunami.

Nix came hard, soaking everything beneath her. She'd squirted a few times before, but never like this never this intensely.

He hammered into her now messy, dripping pussy, groaning as he chased his release.

"Cum in me," Nix gasped, barely able to form the words. "I want you to cum inside me. Do it!"

Her filthy words pushed him right to the edge. He grabbed her thighs with both hands, pulling out

Nix let out a sad whimper as Alexander pulled free. She could've sworn he was about to cum, and she had already made peace with the fact that he was going to pump her full of his seed. Slapping her arse he turned around and bent her over the bed, Nix fault to push the pillows out of the way. After the orgasm he had just given her, she was ready to do anything he asked.

She heard the click of a bottle opening and shutting but, for the life of her, couldn't understand why Alexander would need lube with how wet she was. The wonder disappeared instantly, however, when she felt the tip of his cock pressing back against her just a few inches lower than where it had been moments ago.

"It's time we find out just how well you can take this big cock of mine," Alexander murmured, his voice thick with hunger and lust.

Nix didn't know what to do. She'd done anal before, but usually with more of a warm-up. Still, everything had felt so good up to this point that her body was crying out for any kind of touch at all. Before she could argue or suggest something else, Alexander gripped her by the hips and started guiding himself into her tight arse, pressing forward with slow, deliberate pressure.

"Just take a deep breath, relax for me," Alexander coaxed as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His cockhead breached the ring of resistance, and he felt her body instinctively tense before slowly giving way, stretching to accommodate him. Her tightness was exquisite hot, gripping, and utterly intoxicating.

Nix let out a shuddering breath, her fingers curling into the sheets. She could feel every inch of Alexander as he slid further inside, filling her in a way that sent waves of both pleasure and intensity through her. Finally, his balls pressed against her slick pussy lips he was fully inside her.

"Good girl," Alexander murmured, running his hands down her spine before gripping her hips firmly. He started with shallow thrusts, allowing her to adjust, letting her body loosen and accept him. Nix whimpered and moaned, her arse squeezing him with every slow withdrawal and return.

Then, as her body relaxed, Alexander picked up the pace.

Each thrust grew deeper, faster, more insistent. Nix moaned beneath him, her fingers clutching at the bedding, completely surrendering to the raw, primal pleasure of being taken like this. His grip tightened, one hand sliding up into her hair, grabbing a fist full as he pulled her head back, forcing her to arch for him.

The sight of her body bowing, arse filled with his cock, moaning wantonly, was too much to bear. After his near orgasm just moments ago.

"Oh, fuck," Alexander groaned, his hips slamming against her. The way she gripped him so perfectly had his balls tightening, pleasure coiling deep within him, ready to snap.

He buried himself to the hilt, but even then he tried to thrust deeper, growling as his body started trembling he pumped his semen deep inside her. The release was mind-shattering, drawn out by the way her tight arse clenched around him, milking every last drop.

For a moment, they were both still, bodies trembling, breath ragged.

Then, he slowly collapsed onto her in a pile of sweat and pleasure, his cock still twitching inside her as the last waves of his seaman were let go. He faded into a warm, satisfied haze.

his cock now losing its firmness slipped out Alexander step back before collapsing onto the bed next to Nix.

Nix sighed as Alexander ran his fingers lazily along her spine, tracing her curves, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow.

He slipped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom she heard the shower running and a few minutes later, he returned rejuvenated.

"Another round?" Alexander teased, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Nix smirked, turning her head to meet his gaze, her eyes sinful yet utterly satisfied.

"Another round is what got me into this mess in the first place," she quipped, her voice laced with exhaustion and contentment.

Alexander chuckled, pulling her closer. "Then I suppose we'd better make the most of it." His grin turned wicked. "Maybe I could give you one more ride before your actual ride gets here."

She bit her lip, playful and considering. "I think I might need a minute... or three."

He ran a slow hand over her thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles. "Take a minute," he murmured, "but don't get too comfortable. You know I'm not finished with you yet."

Her eyes darkened with anticipation. "I'd be disappointed if you were."

"I'm just making the most of the hotel room," he said, his hands already wandering again.

"I can see that," Nix replied, amusement dancing in her expression. Then, gripping his cock firmly, she gave it a teasing squeeze. "But there's just one thing."

"What's that?" His voice was thick with anticipation.

"My arse needs a break." Her fingers brushed over his length, a smirk tugging at her lips. "So, you're going to make sure it's my pussy you take for another ride."

She spread her legs, meeting his gaze with a knowing glint enjoying their little game of sexual puns and in the Endo far too much.

The old saying about never going back because it's never as good the second time? Yeah, that definitely didn't apply here. Round two had been just as phenomenal if not better.

Now it was Nix's turn to slip away to the bathroom, her body aching in the most deliciously satisfying way. She caught her reflection in the mirror and nearly burst out laughing. She was an absolute mess flushed and thoroughly ruined.

Her hair was wild, her makeup smudged, the telltale signs of an intense session written all over her body. Her nipples were swollen and red from Alexander's rough attention, and a few bite marks from round two stood out against her pale skin.

Standing on her tiptoes, she looked over her shoulder to inspect the damage. Her arse was bright red from the spanking he'd just given her and the assault it had taken in the first round. I need to get cleaned up fast.

The more she looked the more she found the Evidence of their fucking was everywhere. Her skin was marked not only with with it his handprints, light teeth marks, his seaman was now everywhere. Propping a foot on the edge of the bath, she felt the slick wetness between her thighs. Looking down, she smirked. His cum had started to dry, sticking to the small patch of pubic hair she kept.

With no knickers to soak it up, she could only hope her pussy had time to dry before she had to sit down anywhere. But at the moment, it was leaking like a dripping tap.

She reached for her stockings, only to find large ladders in them. With a sigh, she tossed them into the bin. That left her in just her dress, heels, a necklace, garters... and, of course, her anklet. A slow grin spread across her face. If her husband didn't arrive soon, what would go missing next?

Pulling her dress on, she stepped out of the bathroom, wincing slightly. The fabric clung in places, damp against her skin. She pulled away from her body, only to realise it was more of their cum.

Despite the exhaustion settling into her limbs, a deep satisfaction made every ache worth it.

Leaving Alexander propped up in bed, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Goodnight, lover."

And with that, she slipped out of his room, beginning the long walk down the corridor. To the left out through the lobby and back to the bar lounge.

But the night wasn't over.

It was only 10 p. m.

Her husband would be arriving soon. And she knew he'd want to make love to her once they had finished the last of their date night and returned home. The thought sent a fresh thrill through her, making her pulse quicken all over again.

As expected, he walked through the hotel doors five minutes after she'd reached the lounge.

Nix had done her best to pull herself together. She hadn't fully recovered, but she certainly looked more presentable than she had fifteen minutes ago. A quick check in the ladies' had confirmed there was no lingering trace of the night's indulgences not visibly, at least.

She had slipped back into the new dress she'd bought for the occasion. After letting it hang while she cleaned herself up, the creases had all but disappeared, and as far as she could tell, there were no damp patches. She had pulled her garters slightly higher, now that she wasn't wearing stockings, and could only hope the last trickle of cum had stopped before it could betray her on the black fabric. Her necklace sat perfectly against her skin, as did her official hotwife anklet its consummation still warm inside her.

Then he was there. The moment her husband spotted her, he strode forward, wrapping his arms around her, his hands roaming, his lips claiming hers. The heat of his touch, the hunger in his kiss it reignited something inside her, making her body respond instantly.

Oh, yes. Later, they were going to have some incredible sex.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Were you all right waiting for me?" His tone was casual, but the smirk on his lips gave him away.

Does he know?

Nix's stomach tightened as she studied his face. There was amusement there, a knowing glint in his eyes. They'd had a brief, cheeky phone call earlier, but he hadn't seen her at her peak at the start of the night. The dim lighting of the bar worked in her favour. He wouldn't know that this wasn't quite the hairstyle or makeup she'd begun with.

His smirk deepened. "Thought about you a few times this evening," he murmured, his hands drifting lower. "Imagining what you might be up to."

Guiding her toward the bar, he leaned in. "Fancy a drink?"

She nodded, still feeling the heat of his touch as he ordered for them.

As they settled in, Nix's gaze wandered across the room. And then, quite by chance, she locked eyes with him.

The handsome man. The one who already knew exactly how she tasted tonight.

Recognition flickered between them, a silent understanding. He winked at her, and her pussy clenched instinctively. Fuck. Discreetly, she slipped a hand down, catching a drop of arousal before it reached her garter. With no other choice, she brought her finger to her lips, her tongue licking off the evidence of her evening's earlier activities.

A wicked smile played between them as she mouthed a silent thank you.

Then, turning herself back to her husband, she found him leading her toward a quiet, comfortable pair of chairs in the corner. The same chairs she had occupied only hours before.

Taking a seat and a sip of her drink

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

And when l whispered my next words, her body heated all over again.

"So... did you?"