Hotwife: Luna, Unlocking Desire

This is my first attempt at writing a story- it got long at times (the story... and maybe the other thing... but I'm talking about the story) and may be overly descriptive. If anyone would like to collaborate or edit future stories please feel free to message me.

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, or incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1 -- The Guest

I love my husband.

Not just for the comfort--but for the connection. The kind that lives in the quiet rituals of daily life: how he lets me steal fries, offers massages after long days, and kisses me goodnight without fail. How he's intentional with the world, and with me. He's my best friend, my anchor. And every time he travels, I feel his absence.

Finn had been gone for several days already, off at a work conference in the Midwest. The house felt hollow without him--no footsteps echoing down the hall, no half-drunk coffee mugs scattered around the kitchen, no sleepy groan when I slid my cold feet against his legs in bed. We talked every night. He'd tease me for sounding sexy when I was tired; I'd tell him I missed his scent, the way he made everything feel warm and alive.

It wasn't the first time I'd gone a week without his touch, but I still felt half-complete. A little unmoored. It's strange how easily the days can blur when the one person who keeps you tethered is miles away.

Which is why I was looking forward to Evan's visit.

Originally, Finn was supposed to be here too. But when he got called away, he told me to keep the plans. "Enjoy the company while I'm gone," he'd said with that mischievous grin that always made me blush.

Evan was an old friend from college--more mine than Finn's. He and I had stayed in touch off and on over the years, mostly through texts and social media. He was one of those people who always remained in orbit, no matter how much time passed. When he reached out saying he'd be nearby and would love to visit, it felt easy to say yes. I was looking forward to a weekend of connection. Familiarity. Maybe some laughter and wine on the back porch.

When I opened the front door, he stood there with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a smile that spread like he'd reached the end of a long quest.

He wore a plaid shirt that hugged his frame, and for a split second, I felt the kind of comfort you only get from someone who knew you long before you became a wife.

"Luna," he said, pulling me into a hug. He smelled like cedar and motion, and I leaned in a little longer than I meant to.

"You look just like you did back in college. What's your secret?" He said as he looked me up and down.

"You're a terrible liar," I laughed. "But I'll allow it."

I offered him water, and we slipped easily into old rhythms--moving around each other like no time had passed. Twenty minutes later, I realized I'd never even shown him to the guest room.

"Oh god, you've had a long trip and I haven't even let you set your bag down. I'm so out of practice with hosting--sorry!" I laughed, flustered. "Come on, let me show you to your room."

He smiled like he didn't mind at all, kicked off his shoes, and followed me upstairs. While he settled in, I fussed around the living room, fluffing pillows that didn't need it and wishing I'd cleaned more thoroughly--or planned something a little more exciting for his visit.

That evening, we ate a simple dinner, then curled up on the couch with drinks in hand. One of Finn's playlists played softly in the background, and the conversation flowed with that easy pace old friends settle into--shared history doing most of the heavy lifting.

Evan hadn't settled down. Still hopping between jobs, still single, still wandering the world. He'd spent time backpacking through Europe and Southeast Asia. Met people, he said, but connections never stuck. They were always going one direction while he was going the other way. He was yearning for something more now--something grounded. Something that could last.

I tucked my feet under me and my knee brushed against his. The contact was electric at first, but neither of us pulled away, and as our leg touch lingered it became familiar as the conversation carried on.

He asked about my life--what Finn and I had been up to, where we'd moved, what had changed. I told him about our time on the west coast, Finn's career, my drift away from corporate work. He listened closely, like the ordinary details of my life were anything but. It felt... nice. To be listened to like that.

We both reached for the wine at the same time. Our hands touched. We laughed.

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't be," he grinned, and poured me more.

He told stories about street food in Chiang Mai, hiking cliffs in Portugal, long train rides through misty places I'd only seen in photos. I could see it all--him on a dirt road, tanned skin, laughing eyes, a world of freedom on his back. The way he talked painted scenes that felt dangerously close to fantasy.

As the wine flowed the conversation became more personal- he told me more about some of the people he'd met, some of the 'adventures' he'd had. I imagined him clubbing in Europe or dancing on a tropical beach with exotic beauties- my mind drifted and I'd see him taking them back to his room (or taking them right there on the beach or in the jungle)- the thought made my cheeks flush with exhilaration and I realized that he was no longer talking, and neither was I.

I noticed his thumb tapping his knee in time with the music. He said he'd seen this band live, at a summer concert on a lawn somewhere in France. He closed his eyes like he was still there- remembering the place, the scene, maybe someone he had known there.

I turned to plug in my phone, bending down slightly to reach behind the chair. When I did, I felt it--his eyes on me. On the way my dress pulled across my hips, the way the fabric rose just slightly too high.

Finn always tells me I'm beautiful. I believe him most of the time. I've always been petite and strong--hikes, long walks, yoga. I stay active because it makes me feel grounded, alive. Sometimes... desirable. I'm not the type to turn heads at a glance, but I like knowing that I can turn a head or two, I especially like the idea that someone who knows me might still look.

And Evan was looking.

Out the corner of my peripherals, I could see Evan's eyes tracing the line of my thighs, following the hem that brushed my upper leg. A flush rose up my neck at the thought of what he could see--of what he might be imagining. It excited me, that flicker of hunger, even though it left me feeling a little guilty as well.

When I straightened up, he turned his gaze away--too fast to be casual. I didn't say anything. But my pulse quickened. The heat in my belly said more than my silence did.

A few minutes later, the playlist ended. The room fell into a warm hush. Evan broke the quiet first.

"I missed this," he said softly.

"Me too," I replied, and meant it.

He stretched, rubbing the back of his neck with a small yawn. "We should probably call it. I've got some work to catch up on in the morning... and I'd love to see more of your town."

We rose and moved to the kitchen to rinse our glasses. The quiet clink of dishes was the only sound between us. There was no awkwardness. Just... weight. Something unspoken hanging gently in the air, like static before a storm.

We walked up the stairs side by side, close enough that our shoulders brushed once, then twice. Neither of us said anything about it. We didn't need to.

At the top, we paused. The hallway suddenly felt narrow. He turned to me. I stepped in. Our hug was long--too long for a casual goodnight. It was full-bodied and familiar. Steady. The kind of hug that says, "I see you," even if no words are spoken. We held on a moment too long. Maybe two. Neither of us wanted to be the one to let go, to break the connection and closeness we'd kindled tonight.

When we finally did, he met my eyes, warm and searching. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"Of course," I said, a little breathless. "I'm really glad you're here."

He smiled, nodded once, then turned toward the guest room. I watched his door close behind him before slipping into my own.

In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, I peeled off my dress and folded it neatly over the chair. Slipped into a loose sleep shirt. Brushed my teeth. The sounds of the house were soft--settling floorboards, the hum of night insects through the cracked window.

I lay down, alone in the bed that usually felt like home. But tonight, it felt different. Bigger. Emptier.

I missed Finn. Of course I did. I missed his hands on me, the way his mouth always knew exactly where to linger, how his fingers could coax me to climax in a matter of minutes. The way he whispered filth into my ear one moment and held me sweetly the next. I missed his weight pressing me down, pinning me to the mattress, opening me up and filling me with his size.

But what I was craving now... wasn't just him.

I was craving heat. Contact. The feeling of being seen--desired, devoured, claimed. The delicious surrender of letting someone else take control of my pleasure. That flicker in Evan's eyes earlier, that moment of hesitation, hunger, and reverence--it stirred something low and insistent in me, a pulse building between my thighs.

I rolled onto my back, let my fingers drift over my stomach, slow and aimless. I wasn't touching to get anywhere. I just wanted to feel the heat within me, with my finger tips, aching to be let out.

I thought of Evan's knee brushing mine. His scent and strength when he hugged me. The way his stories made me feel transported--like I was the only one listening. Like I was the only one who mattered. I felt the echo of his presence on my skin, the thrum of something new blooming in my chest.

I thought of Finn, thousands of miles away, and wished he could see what I was feeling. Wished he could be here to share in this--this yearning that was alive in every inch of me tonight. My breath caught. A pulse tightened low between my thighs.

I texted him.

"Missing you????"

He replied instantly

"Miss you too; how's the visit going?"

"It's going well, Evan got here this afternoon. We've just been chatting and catching up. Nothing big." I said.

"Nice, I bet he's happy to see you"

"Yeah, I think so. I wish you were here too though. How is the conference going?"

"It's going- we've got a lot of clients here so we've been shaking hands and setting up meetings and a dinners and the likes. The team went out for dinner tonight- I'm back at the hotel now, thinking of you- hoping the visit is going well."

"Yea, it's going well. I'm in bed now as well, thinking about you, missing your touch, wishing I could hold you and kiss you tonight."

"I miss you too baby- sorry I'm not there to hold you or kiss you or touch you tonight. Maybe Evan is a cuddler?" I grinned at the screen, cheeks flushing in the dark. Finn is a flirt, so I didn't think much of it or take the comment too seriously. I was in a flirty mood though so I rolled with it.

"Maybe. Do you want me to find out?" I parried.

"You know I love when you're a flirt, Luna. Especially when it's with someone else." I should also share at this point that Finn and I had recently opened up our relationship and shared various fantasies with each other. One of the fantasies he shared with me is that he's recently thought of me being with another man, being his hot-wife (a term we both had recently just learned), but neither of us knew if this was just a fantasy or something that either of us wanted to live out.

I bit my lip.

"Baby, I'm really missing your touch tonight, don't tempt me with a good time- I'm liable to do anything tonight with how horny I am for you." I knew he liked the idea of me losing control of my inhibitions in his fantasy; I was feeling flirty and wanted to test how far he'd take this. Plus, if I was being honest with myself, I'd started letting myself lean into the fantasy a bit too and enjoyed the thought of it sometimes, especially tonight.

He didn't back down "don't hold back on my account- you deserve to have a fun weekend. Just promise me one thing?"

"What?" I asked.

"If anything does happen, I want to hear the details. All the sexy ones. And pictures."

A rush of heat bloomed between my legs, and my heart jumped into my throat. Am I really ready to go there?

"You're ridiculous." Was all I could think to respond with.

"I'm serious. You've got permission to do whatever you'd like this weekend. Just save some loving for me when I get home, and don't make me beg for the details later."

I stared at the screen, smiling like a teenager. My heart raced, my cheeks flushed, my body was humming. The wine had gotten to me, or the exhaustion, or the desire for touch, for connection, and to be taken. I'd sleep on it and tomorrow this would just be a flirty conversation I'd had with Finn- that's what I told myself, but I could feel something growing inside me, a confidence that hadn't been there before, a desire that had been uncaged and didn't want to go back into its tiny cell.

"You're incorrigible ???? " was all I could manage to respond.

"And unquenchable. Now go have sweet dreams, of me, of him, of whomever your mind desires tonight...????"

I set my phone down beside me and exhaled into the dark, one hand resting low across my belly, heat pulsing beneath it. I traced the lace along the top of my panty line lightly with my fingers. Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight.

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Chapter 2: The Spark

The next morning, everything from the night before lingered like a half-remembered dream--Evan's knee pressed to mine, the pause in his breath, the weight of his eyes. I padded into the kitchen barefoot to find him already up, coffee in hand, laptop open at the kitchen table. He looked up and smiled like it was any other morning.

"Hey," he said. "Hope I didn't wake you."

"Not at all." I reached for a mug. "You're up early."

"Trying to knock out a few things before the weekend really starts." He lifted his cup. "Hope it's okay--I made oatmeal."

The casual ease of it--how comfortably he moved in the kitchen, how normal this felt--sent a quiet flutter through me. I smiled, took my coffee to the porch, and stepped into the morning air.

Outside, the sun filtered through the trees, and the warmth on my skin didn't help the heat already tangled in my thoughts. Had I imagined the spark between us last night? The hush between sentences, the lingering touches, the softness of his gaze?

Maybe I'd read too much into it. Maybe it was just the wine. Or loneliness.

But then I remembered Finn's words from last night:

"You've got my permission."

"Just promise me one thing--tell me everything."

I wanted to give Finn what he wanted--his curiosity, his trust, his fantasy brought to life.

I wanted to give Evan what he wanted too--if I only knew what that was.

He hadn't said anything inappropriate. Hadn't made a move. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something had passed between us last night. Quiet. Charged. Unspoken.

And more than anything... I wanted to discover what it was that was nagging at me under the surface of my skin, in the back of my mind- I wanted to uncover what it was that I truly wanted.

Because the way I'd flushed under his gaze--the energy I'd felt at the end of the night, thinking of both Finn and Evan--told me something inside me had shifted. Or maybe something that had been sleeping had stirred.

I didn't know where it would lead, or if it would lead anywhere at all. But I knew I wanted to find out.

Not for Evan.

Not even for Finn.

For me.

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We spent the morning moving around each other like housemates. Evan worked quietly at the table, fingers tapping keys. I ran a few errands, picked up vegetables at the co-op, and returned with a fresh bottle of red and a bag of local peaches. In the afternoon, we strolled the farmers market together, weaving through stalls, sipping iced coffee, and tasting fruit from little plastic cups.

There was laughter. Familiarity. But no mention of the night before. Not a single stray glance I could read as desire. There was no hint of the spark I'd felt the night before. No sign that he'd felt it too.

By the time we got home, I'd nearly convinced myself I'd imagined everything.

But then, just before sunset, I uncorked the red and met Evan's eyes.

"I figured we earned it," I said, a little playful. "Two days in, no disasters. You didn't burn the oatmeal. No bears in the attic."

He chuckled, taking the glass I poured for him. "I did eat the last of your peanut butter. Sorry about that."

"Unforgivable," I teased, and walked barefoot across the living room to the record player. The hem of my sundress skimmed the tops of my knees, and when I turned back, I caught the flicker in his gaze.

Just for a second.

Maybe I hadn't imagined anything at all.

We settled on the couch, legs stretched out, bodies angled slightly toward each other. The wine loosened us fast. Conversation flowed easily--old memories, forgotten stories, absurd college nights that somehow still made us laugh.

"Do you remember that Halloween party junior year?" I asked. "The one with the inflatable pool full of Jell-O?"

He groaned. "God. I'd almost blocked that out. You wore gold body paint. A lion costume. Little tail."

"You noticed?"

"Everyone noticed, Luna."

My cheeks flushed. But I didn't look away.

The conversation shifted--got softer, slower. The space between our words grew heavier.

By the time we opened the second bottle, the wine had made me more bold "Did you ever have a thing for anyone back then?" I asked, swirling what was left in my glass. "Like... something you kept to yourself?"

Evan looked at me, then away. Then back again.

"Yeah," he said. "Actually... yeah."

I raised an eyebrow, a little buzzed, a little too curious. "You gonna make me guess?"

He hesitated. Then: "It was you."

The room went still. I blinked. "You're kidding."

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Timing. Confidence. You were this bright thing I didn't want to dim by reaching too far. I was scared I'd ruin what we had."

Something twisted low in my belly. The wine hummed in my blood, soft and strong. My lips parted cheeks, cheeks flushed, I was at a loss for words.

"Did you have a crush on me?" he asked, voice quiet.

"I think I still do," I said before I my mind and my mouth could confer. That damn wine!

The silence stretched and stretched. A second felt like an eternity. He set his glass down with one hand and reached towards me with his other- His hand brushing mine--fingertips tracing my knuckles. My pulse kicked hard.

The wine had made him more bold as well. He leaned in, slow, uncertain, but determined.

I didn't pull away, I leaned in.

Our lips met--soft, searching. My eyes fluttered shut. His hand cupped my jaw, warm and steady.

The first kiss ended, but we didn't part. His forehead rested against mine. Then again--harder this time. Open-mouthed, breathless. A low noise escaped me. He responded with a soft groan that curled into my chest.

The third kiss was deep, hungry- his fingers sliding behind my neck, my hand instinctively reaching to his thigh. His body pressed close, not touching fully, but hovering in the heat between us.

We pulled apart our breaths stayed shallow. I opened my eyes and glanced down. I saw the telltale shift in the fabric of his pants-- a tent growing from the force of his cock. My mouth parted, imagining what it must feel like, what it might look like--hard, pulsing, waiting. My fingers lay on his leg, only inches away.

Then our eyes met.

My core pulsed in quiet response, my body warming in the places I thought I had cooled from the night before- but now the fire was hotter, like it hadn't gone out since last night but remained smoldering as embers, waiting to engulf new fuel.

Something inside me clenched with wanting and my hand started to move towards the object of my desire.

In an instant, I pulled my hand back, and stood up- too quickly- the movement sudden. My legs wobbled, but Evan caught my arm.

"I should go to bed," I said, my voice deep, but calm. My hands trembling.

"Yeah," he replied, hoarse "Me too."

We walked toward the hallway in silence, But everything between us buzzed.

At the door to the guest room, we stopped and said goodnight like two awkward teenagers who weren't comfortable in their bodies yet- unsure of whether to hug, wave, shake hands, or what.

"Goodnight," he said, soft.

"Sweet dreams," I replied.

We hugged--slow and quiet. His hand on my back. Mine on his chest. We parted and stood apart in stillness. Like two magnets resisting the last inch of pull. If either of us had moved even an inch forward, we would have crashed into each other- mouths, bodies, need- and the force would have been too much to pull apart from each other.

But he stepped back, nodded once, and disappeared into his room.

I lingered. For a moment, I considered following him, fulfilling both of our desires.

But was this really what I wanted--or was it just the wine's effect on my senses?

Did Finn really want this?

It was clear Evan did--and that felt good--but I needed to clear my head before crossing a line I couldn't retreat from.

I slipped into my room and closed the door behind me, resting my back against it for a moment while I gathered myself. The quiet pressed in from all sides, but inside me, there was a tempest stirring that wouldn't still.

I changed into the lightest thing I could--an old, thin tank top and nothing underneath. I didn't bother with shorts. The cotton clung to me as I crawled beneath the covers, and I let the sheet settle low across my hips.

I rolled onto my side, one hand tucked beneath my pillow, the other resting across my stomach. My body was warm- charged from the wine, the touch, the kiss. I let my fingers wander absently, tracing the edge of my hipbone, the smooth skin just below my bellybutton. My breath deepened as I closed my eyes and thought of Evan's mouth on mine--and how he'd looked at me afterward. Of his cock straining against his pants. Of what it might've felt like to reach for it. To take him in my hand. To stroke him slowly while his breath caught in his throat.

My fingers slide under my panties and found the warmth between my legs- I felt the slick wetness of my arousal. My fingered traced up and down my labia, applying pressure to my clit each time I passed it.

I pictured him pushing me back into the couch, his lips finding mine again, his hands tearing my clothes off and exploring my body: my breasts, my waist, my ass, his hands sliding up my thighs and feeling his effect on my swollen pussy.

I imagined his lips on my breasts, his tongue sliding down my stomach. His mouth against my thighs, tasting my arousal. I moaned softly into the dark.

My pace quickened. I was soaked, throbbing. I didn't hold back; I needed the touch, I needed the release, in order to think straight. I slid two of my fingers deep into my pussy and started to plunge them in and out vigorously while I pounded my palm against my clit. I was sure that if Evan was outside of my door he would be able to hear the suctioning and slapping sound of my hand and fingers against my wetness- the idea excited me even more and I thrust harder and faster- I reached my climax and let out a guttural moan that I think Evan probably could have heard from the guest bedroom.

As I lay in my empty bed, eyes starting to close for sleep, my body felt at ease for the first time since Finn had left. A calm, confident wave washed through me. I thought of Finn--how much I loved him, how much I missed him. I thought of his permission, his encouragement, his lust. I thought of Evan, his gentle mouth and steady hands. The hunger in his eyes. The soft throb of something dangerous, delicious.

A thought took hold and hijacked my barely conscious brain- I thought of Evan taking control of my body, stretching and filling me with his throbbing cock, and using me for his own pleasure- I couldn't shake the image, and even if I could have I don't think I would have because the image was too delicious to deny.

As I closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness, that spark still glowed inside me. Not a question anymore. But a beginning.

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Chapter 3 -- No Towel

The next day, I woke to a text from Finn, wishing me goodnight. I must have forgotten to check it in all the excitement last night. I sent back a quick reply: told him I loved him, that Evan and I were planning a long hike today, and wished him luck at his conference.

Then I headed downstairs, determined not to let the day slip away. Evan was up before me again. He'd already brewed coffee for two and was making eggs.

"I made a few for you--how do you like them?" he asked.

"Scrambled is fine, thanks!" I said, pouring myself a mug.

We didn't talk about the kiss. We didn't talk about what we each did alone in our rooms after. And I didn't wonder. I wasn't as in my head as I'd been yesterday. I knew now it hadn't been one-sided. I knew what Evan wanted. And I knew what I wanted too. But I planned to build up to it.

We ate our breakfast and then set off on a long hike to one of Finn's and my favorite waterfalls. I wanted to show Evan some of our local favorites--and maybe show off 'the goods' a little too. I wore tight spandex that hugged every curve, especially the way they bunched around my ass. I gave him something to think about with every step.

It was just the two of us. Enjoying nature, the fresh air, the exercise, and each other's company. He offered his hand on steep inclines. I took it every time--his hands were strong. We laughed. Cursed the heat. Took pictures of moss and twisted roots. Underneath it all, there was a new hum between us.

I could tell he was curious what tonight would hold- he kept stealing glances at me, trying to read me, eying my body for a sign. I didn't give him any hints as to what I was thinking, but I gave him plenty of opportunities to gawk while I 'wasn't looking', and opportunities to take my hand and 'help me.'

By the time we got home, I was flushed and slick with sweat. My tank top clung to my back. My underwear were damp. I needed a shower and a reset.

"I'm gonna rinse off before dinner," I said, already peeling my top up as I climbed the stairs. "Thirty minutes, tops."

"Take your time," Evan called from the kitchen.

I stepped under the spray and let the water drown everything for a while. The ache in my calves. The thoughts in my chest. The desire still echoing through my body from the night before. I washed, shaved, and oiled my whole body. I wanted to be smooth and supple for later.

When I finally stepped out, I realized something: I'd left my towel in the dryer downstairs.

Shit.

I cracked the door and called out for Evan. I listened but was met with silence.

I stepped into the hallway--bare and dripping. Water slid down my thighs, between my breasts, across the soft curve of my stomach. My nipples were tight and flushed from the heat. My pussy lips were still glistening, freshly shaven, parted slightly as I walked.

I quickened my steps and bounded down the stairs. I turned the corner quickly--and ran directly into Evan, who was coming from the other side.

I reached out instinctively, palms landing against his chest. His hands gripped my waist, steadying me.

We froze.

Eyes locked. For a beat, we held each others' eyes.

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

Then his eyes dropped--slowly, deliberately. He didn't rush. Didn't pretend not to look.

He took me in--every drop on my skin, the flushed peaks of my nipples, the slick sheen of oil on my skin, the gleam between my thighs.

Still, I didn't cover myself.

"Sorry," I breathed, not sorry at all. "I forgot my towel in the dryer and didn't hear you when I called out, so... I made a run for it."

He didn't speak. But his fingers flexed slightly and his hands started to move- slowly, sensually- up my sides towards my breasts.

Then, slowly, he stepped back.

His voice came low, rough around the edges.

"I'll... I'll let you get your towel."

I nodded, breath caught high in my chest.

He walked away and looked the other direction, like a gentleman. But the tension crackled in the air between us.

I padded to the dryer, my breasts and ass both bouncing/jiggled with each leaping step.

As I dried off and wrapped myself, I realized I'd probably given this poor man a hard-on at least three times in the last 24 hours. The knowledge thrilled me.

My thighs pressed together, still wet from the shower--but now also wet for an entirely different reason. And in my mind, I kept imagining what might've happened if he hadn't stepped away.

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Chapter: 4 The Dinner Date

I came back into the living room with the towel wrapped snugly around me. Evan was by the kitchen counter, rinsing a glass in the kitchen. He turned as I walked in, he said "Sorry about that- I shouldn't have stared. Are you ok?"

"Oh, don't be sorry, if I hadn't been running around naked in the first place we wouldn't have found ourselves in that situation- I should be the one apologizing" I said, tightening the towel at my chest. "Just forgot the damn towel in the dryer."

He gave a soft laugh. "You don't owe me any apology for that..."

We both hovered in the moment-- the words hanging in the air like an invitation.

Then he stood up straight, casual but confident "Hey... let me take you out to dinner tonight. I owe you!"

I hesitated. "Like... out out?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Real dinner. Somewhere nice. You've been hosting, running around. I owe you at least a meal."

"That's not why you're here."

"No," he said "But it's something I'd like to do. You deserve a night off."

I liked the idea, it gave me an opportunity to get dressed up, which I love to do, and he was right about me needing a night off!

"I'll go get dressed," I said.

"Great, I'll see you in a few." He said- a hint of joviality and excitement in his tone.

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Upstairs, I let the towel fall from my body and looked myself over as I dried my hair; I smirked to myself as I thought of the view Evan had just gotten of my body. I reached for a dress I hadn't worn in a while--a little black slip. I put on some simple earrings, and a little bit of lipstick. I dabbed perfume behind each ear and let my hair down.

When I came downstairs, Evan was waiting by the door. He'd changed too--swapped his usual flannel for a button-down and jeans that looked freshly pressed. He smiled as he took me in, warm and easy.

"You look..." He cleared his throat. "You look great."

"You clean up pretty well yourself," I said, smoothing my dress. "Ready?"

He opened the door and gestured grandly. "After you."

At dinner, we talked about everything--and nothing. The conversation was easy, but every lull felt like a question unanswered between us. I ordered an espresso martini, he ordered an old fashioned.

At one point, he leaned in closer. "You seem... different tonight."

"How so?" I asked, sipping my wine.

He shrugged. "Lighter. Or maybe just less guarded."

I met his gaze, pulse fluttering. "Maybe I'm just tired of guarding."

That was when I told him. About Finn. About us. About the openness, the permission, the trust- how it started, how we were still exploring what it looked like. I kept it simple. Honest.

Evan listened without interrupting, fingers resting lightly on the base of his wine glass. When I finished, there was a beat of silence before he said, "So... you're saying this--" he gestured between us, "--isn't off-limits?"

"Not if we don't want it to be," I said.

"Do you want it to be?" He asked, directly but without obligation.

"Yes. I mean no, I don't want it to be off limits. Yes, I do want this." I stammered out.

The energy changed instantly. We skipped dessert--our dessert would be each other, at home.

Evan paid the check quickly, his movements precise and sure. He ordered an Uber and we left the restaurant. When we stepped out onto the quiet street, it felt like we were alone in the world.

We were no more than ten feet out of the restaurant when he reached for me--first my hand, then my waist, pulling me flush against him. His mouth met mine in a kiss that was anything but polite. Deep. Hungry. My back hit the brick wall beside us, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was his mouth on mine, the way his hands splayed over my hips like he couldn't decide whether to hold me still or pull me closer.

I didn't know if it lasted seconds or minutes. My head spun, my heart thudding wild in my chest, my pulse thundering in my ears. Everything else--the city, the night, the last threads of hesitation--faded to nothing.

The Uber pulled up, and we didn't slow down. We climbed into the backseat, lips meeting again the moment the door shut. Evan's hand slid up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress higher, fingers brushing against the damp heat of my panties. I let out a quiet gasp, shifting my hips to meet his touch. He pressed in, slow but insistent, until my breath came in short, shallow bursts. I gasped, hips tilting into his touch. The driver didn't say a word, and I didn't care if he noticed.

By the time we reached home, I was trembling.

We barely made it through the door before Evan dropped my purse on the counter and turned to me, his eyes dark and intent. His hands came to my face, tilting my head back, and he kissed me again--hard, deep, claiming. One hand slipped to my lower back, pulling me tighter to him, while the other found the zipper at my side.

My dress fell in a soft whisper of fabric, pooling around my feet. He stepped back just a little, his eyes roaming over me--every inch exposed to the low lamplight and the heat of his gaze. His hands followed, mapping the curves of my waist, the slope of my hips, the softness of my belly.

His mouth found mine again, deeper this time, like he was tasting every breath I gave him. My hands roamed in return--over the hard lines of his shoulders, down the plane of his back, and then to the front, where I could feel the press of his arousal through his jeans. He was hard and thick against my palm, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest as I traced the length of him through the denim. The thought of him desiring me like this was intoxicating for me.

"God, Luna..." he murmured against my lips.

He started to kiss down my neck, to my collar bone, and down to my rock hard nipples, where he started sucking them in deep slow suckles with his mouth.

His hands continued to explore as well, following the curve of my womanhood, deep between my legs where he found my moistened panties- he ran his fingers forward and back over my swollen mound a few times while his lips traced their way down my abdomen, all the way down to my pubic area.

He pulled my panties down past my ankles and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder- his tongue was strong, wet, and warm, as it found and parted my lady lips. He flicked his tongue over my clit, which made me so weak in the knees that I almost collapsed. I ran my fingers through his hair, tilted my pelvis towards him, and simultaneously pushed his face harder into my cunt- he didn't protest or slow down one bit- he pushed his tongue against my clit and started to flex is like a breakdancer doing the worm! His tongue found my hole and he plunged it as deep as he could into my opening.

The sight of this man between my legs, the pleasure he was giving me, and the thought of my husband thousands of miles away was a cocktail of emotions.

At first I was hit with guilt, Then the memory of Finn's voice, teasing and warm: "If anything happens, I want the details." That thought alone made me wetter. I wasn't just doing this for me--I was giving something to the man I love, too. I thought about how hard Finn got whenever we talked about me fucking another man. He wanted this- I wanted this - Evan wanted this. And I wanted to make Finn proud.

I pulled Evan's head away from me and coaxed him to follow me to the couch and sit down. As he plopped back, I dropped to my knees between his legs and fumbled with his belt as we both rushed to get his pants off. I wanted to give him everything. To feel powerful, desired, undone. When his cock was free of his pants, it sprung upward with such speed that it almost surprised me. I wrapped my hands around the bases of his shaft and marveled at how hard he was and how rigid the head of his cock was- it was like a soldier with a helmet, erect for inspection. I moved my hand up and down on his shaft and realized his length was almost twice the size of my hand wrapped around him.

I was engrossed by the view of this cock right in front of me- I thought of Finn and thought of how badly he would want to see this- my phone was on the counter in my purse. I looked up at Evan past his pulsing member in my hands and saw a reverent kind of hunger in his eyes- the type of look that makes me want to do anything to satiate it. I couldn't bear to stop the momentum now, the phone and pics would have to wait- Evan needed me here and now, I needed this here and now. I met Evan's eyes and leaned in, tracing him with my lips, taking him slowly into my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair, and a low groan escaped his throat--a sound that made my core tighten. I moved with deliberate care, listening to his breath, watching his reactions. I wanted to savor this. I wanted to give him something unforgettable. His meaty cock filled my mouth and the sensation of it slamming into the back my throat made my pussy ache as I thought of him pounding into me and hitting the back of my cunt with his thrusts.

With my free hand I reached between my legs and felt my pussy- my lips were already parted with arousal (and the position I was in on my knees with my legs spread apart) and I could practically feel droplets forming from how wet I was. I rubbed my clit furiously and quicker with the pace of my head and my mouth to match it.

I felt Evans hands on my head as he pulled me off of him. A rush of disappointment swept over me- was he not enjoying it? Was I not doing a good enough job? I wanted to please him so bad- like my life depended on it in that moment.

As if he could read my thoughts, he said in a raspy voice "that feels so fucking good and you're so fucking hot playing with yourself while you suck my cock- but I want more- I need it. I need to feel your pussy lips wrapped around my cock before I blow my load! Is that ok? I'm only going to ask once."

I looked up at him from my subservient position on the floor between his legs- he looked like a giant from this angle, his cock a club that he wields to catch prey. I nodded demurely, as I wiped saliva from my chin. "Yes, fuck me Evan. Take me however you want me."

He picked me up from the floor and positioned me on my knees facing away from him on the couch- he pushed my legs wide to open me up to him- I was so vulnerable and bare right now- completely his. His sensitivity and caution were gone, replaced by a powerful force of nature- like an animal possessed, like a sire ready to fuck a bitch in heat- single minded and determined. I felt his finger slide up and down my opening and then I felt a wad of saliva hit my asshole- he rubbed it all over my ass and my pussy and then I felt the weight of his thick cock press against my opening. I leaned back but he leaned back as well, and rubbed his member up and down my wet folds. I rocked with him, trying to catch the angle- as I felt him at my opening I pushed back again, only to be rebuffed a second time- he was teasing me! I looked over my shoulder and caught his mischievous grin- "beg for it" the words bore into me, the way I wanted his dick to bear into me. I yearned for it so bad- "I want it so bad- please fuck this married pussy Evan, it's yours tonight, all I can think about is how good your cock is going to feel inside of me- please don't tease me anymore, I NEED to feel it inside me right now"- he was an obliging master as he shoved his cock deep inside of me.

I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate him. It burned at first, but felt sooo good, the tightness teetered perfectly on the balance of pain and pleasure, and as my body adjusted the pleasure washed over me. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, I took him at the pace he set. As his rhythm picked up I started to rock with him, feeling the friction on my cunt, feeling the pressure building with each pump. I had seen photos that Finn took of me when he fucked me like this, the way my pussy stretched and suctioned his cock, the flares of pink skin along the rim and I imagined the view that Evan was enjoying right now. I looked over my shoulder at him again and I could see the pleasure on his face as he looked like he was in a meditative state, one of higher consciousness and focus, like his whole world existed just as far as the edges of our two bodies combined.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it- I loved to be dominated like that- with his other hand he groped my ass and grabbed it like a handle- he thrust harder and faster and I felt like I was going to either overflow or explode.

Just then he pulled out and flipped me over. I moved quickly to fall into the position he wanted me in and I opened my legs for him again. My freshly fucked pussy was gaping at this point, an open maw between my legs, ready to receive whatever he had in mind for it.

He grabbed my hips and plunged deep inside of me again- this time, bottoming out inside of me in a different way than when he was fucking me from behind- the orgasm swelled quickly within me- he grabbed at my breasts and kissed me hard while he thrust. I could feel my climax approaching, as well as his- his pace quickened, became more desperate. His body tensed and his face contorted. In a moment he pulled himself out of me and jerked wildly to ejaculation as rope after rope of his hot jizz squirted all over my stomach. The emptiness that his cock left when he pulled out of me, paired with the excitement of watching and feeling his cum hitting my stomach created an odd vacuuming effect on my own climax. I felt a euphoric tension release at the same time as a rushing wave of endorphins through my body from the sight and thought of his release due to his body's reaction to my body.

I had an urge to taste him so I swiped at a puddle of cum sitting near my naval and looked up at him as I brought my fingers to my mouth and plunged them I'm into my mouth, sucking them clean. His cock had started deflating shortly after he came but I noticed the deflation stopped as I swiped for a second load of his cum to bring to my mouth. As I brought my fingers to my lips I was more sensual this time, opening my moth wide, and exaggerating my movements as I licked his cum off of my fingers.

I reached out with my other hand and stroked his growing shaft- "it looks like someone is as hungry as I am- do you think he's up for another round?" I asked as I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around his cock, suctioning and sucking it to clean it off and test the waters. I knew what he tasted like now and I could sense the taste of an additional tanginess mixed with it- my own juices on his cock. The thought threw me into a frenzy and I sucked harder and faster. My body was feeling good from our first round but I wanted more- and it looked like his body did as well.

I took more control this second time around- once I had made sure his cock was good and hard again from my blowiob, I beckoned him to sit down on the couch. I strattled him hovering my pussy right above his hard shaft- I took him in my hand and rubbed his cock against my clit. I rubbed him gently up and down several times and then eased myself down on him.

This is one of my favorite positions because I feel so full AND I can stimulate my clit by grinding on my partner's pelvis. I remember when Finn and I discovered an iteration of this where he sat in the edge of the bed and held me as I ground back and forth on him- it was revolutionary for my sexual exploration- it was the first position I could consistently get myself off in, and I could do it over and over again.

I ground Evan deep inside of me and rocked back and forth- creating that friction I had come to know so well- I grabbed his hands and placed them on my ass- he seemed to be in a daze, whether from exhaustion or delirium I don't know.

It only took me a few minutes to reach my first orgasm- my back arched and I thrust my breasts forward into Evans face as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It felt so good to have the heat of his hard cock inside of me- which was amplified by the newness and taboo nature of doing this with someone other than my husband! The power I felt in that moment was unrivaled- not only did I have power and mastery over my own body and sexuality in this moment, but over this other man as well. I thought of how Finn would love to see me in this state as well- he wanted me to be sexually free, sexually liberated, a "sexual being". I wanted to please him- as my climax subsided I lifted myself off of Evan and bounded over to the counter to fish in my purse and grab my phone.

"Where are you going?" Evan asked- coming back to reality from his delirium.

"Finn would love to see evidence of tonight- I want you to cum in my mouth and take a picture of it for me to send to him. Can you do that?" - his cock jumped involuntarily at the idea, a confirmation of my request.

"Use me however you want me- make me your fuck toy, just cum in my mouth when you're ready."

"I can do that"- his strength was coming back, as was his focus. He picked me up and placed my pussy right on his cock while he held me and he stood there- he lifted me up and down while thrusting- plunging deep inside of me, opening me more and more- pounding my pussy- I was surprised by how hard and fast my orgasm came. Then he threw me on my back on the couch and lifted my legs over his shoulders- he plowed me again and again, so hard that my pussy started to hurt and I wondered how much longer he would be fucking me for, and could my body handle it?

Then I felt the familiar increase of pace as his body found a rhythm like a jackrabbit and he pushed himself into me at high speeds over and over again- he pulled out and I hurried to my knees in front of him, opening my mouth and looking up- first at his cock, then his eyes, then back at his cock, licking my lips, then he thrust his head frantically into my mouth and I felt him spasms and release spray after spray of warm salty semen into my mouth- I could feel it coating the inside of my mouth- I waited patiently, Obediently, as he filled my mouth with his cum. I gagged from how full my mouth was, and almost swallowed, but I wanted that photo for Finn.

I grabbed my phone and handed it to Evan, opening my mouth to show him his handy-work and grinning like a kid who had just had their first taste of ice cream. He took a few photos and muttered "God Luna, you're incredible. I'm going to need a copy of these photos as well, to convince myself this wasn't just a dream." I blushed and swallowed his load and then showed him my empty mouth. "Luna..." he trailed off... I could feel his cum still coating my tongue and inner cheeks and I could feel it coating my throat now as well- it felt nice after the pounding it had endured!

I enjoyed the taste of him lingering in my mouth and the smell of him wafting up into my nostrils. I stood up and sat back on the couch- Evan joined me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling up towards me. He kissed me deep- not hungry anymore, satisfied, and loving.

I nuzzled into him and pulled up my phone. The photo he got was better than I could have imagined- my face was lit up with joy, my eyes lit up, my mouth was FULL of his cum, a few small drops were pouring out the side of my mouth onto my chin as I smiled. In the 'background' of the photo you could see my breasts glistening from sweat, nipples perky with arousal, and further down you could see one of my hands playing with myself as my legs splayed open while on my knees- I hadn't even realized I'd touched myself when he was coming in my mouth but now I remembered the orgasm I had had when I felt his warm seed jet into my mouth. The energy that jolted through my body with each squirt from his cock- my hand moved in perfect synchronicity to it and created a rippling set of euphoric waves through my body.

I was proud of myself in that moment, for pushing outside my comfort zone, for (hopefully) fulfilling Finn's fantasy of being his Hotwife, and for pleasing Evan as well.

My head rested on Evan's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of him under me. His breathe slowed and his eyes fluttered. We lay there together for a few minutes, breathing in each others' smells and essences. I shuttered and realized I was cold- I wasn't wearing any clothes and the heat that had kept us both hot for the last hour or so had died down into a sleepier fire. I was warm where our bodies touched, but unfortunately I couldn't get Evan's body to cover mine entirely, no matter how much we both tried.

I let out a small sigh and pressed a soft kiss to his chest before gently pulling away. "This was... incredible," I said, his eyes opening "I can't thank you enough for tonight- truly"

His hand lingered at my waist, and his eyes opened wider, as he came back to consciousness- "Are you kidding me? I never could have imagined tonight happening in my wildest dreams- you have no idea how long I've wanted this- or how long I thought I'd given up on the idea of it ever happening. This was truly a dream come true for me."

He knew how to make me blush.

"Thank you Evan."

"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go text my husband before I pass out in my own bed. We both need the rest for our last day together tomorrow- I want to make the most of it!"

I saw the understanding in his eyes as I shifted and stood up. "Of course," he said softly.

I slipped my dress on over my head again, nothing underneath, and gave him a smile--soft and a little shy, but resolute. "Good night Evan. I'll see you in the morning." I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss before turning and heading towards the stairs.

"I had a great time tonight Luna. Sleep well- I'll see you in the morning!" He called behind me.

I walked slowly to the stairs, feeling his gaze on me the whole way. In my room, I let the door close behind me and sank onto the edge of the bed, heart still racing. I pulled out my phone and sent the photo to Finn along with a single message:

"It happened. I'm safe. Im exhausted. I love you. I'll get more for you tomorrow;)"

His reply came back in seconds:

"Wow- I love you so much and am so proud of you! Soak it up. I want all the details when I get home. I want to feel it like I was there. You look so hot in that photo!"

I smiled, typing back quickly:

"I promise. ????"

"I'll be thinking about you tonight ????????????"

I slipped my phone into the nightstand and lay back, my body still warm, my mind already drifting into dreams of what might come next.

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Chapter 5: Last FULL day together

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke early--earlier than I expected, given the intensity of the night before. The first light of dawn barely creeping through the curtains. My body was sore in that sweet way that speaks of satisfaction, and hunger met in full. But more than that, I was restless. A little mischievous. I felt charged. I thought of Evan--his soft lips, his strong hands, his beautiful cock--and I knew I couldn't wait another moment.

I padded across the hallway, heart thumping lightly in my chest, and slipped into Evan's room. He was asleep on his back, one arm flung over his head, the sheets kicked down to his waist. I stood there for a moment, just watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. He looked younger in sleep, vulnerable in a way that made me want to care for him.

I slowly slinked onto the bed near his feet and started pulling the sheet down. He hadn't bothered to put any clothes on after last night and his fully naked body was even more intoxicating in the morning light than it had been after several drinks last night- He was clean shaven and his cock stirred under my fingers, already rising for me the moment I touched him, still warm from sleep- I kissed it gently on the head and then took him into my mouth, sucking gently- pampering him with my kisses. I closed my eyes so I could focus on feeling each wrinkle and ridge of his cock in my mouth. I sucked tenderly, moving my hand over his balls and the base of his shaft as my head bobbed slowly up and down. I heard him groan "fuuuuuuck, Luna..." I felt my core tighten at the sound and my eyes opened as I looked up and saw him arching his head back in ecstasy. I quickened my pace and fell into a rhythm with one hand on the base of his cock and on his balls, my mouth sucking and bobbing up and down, and my other hand feeling his abs harden as his body tensed for control. I looked up at him, my hair falling in loose strands across my face, and saw the way he watched me--like he couldn't believe I was real.

He let out a low, desperate groan, his hand finding the back of my head, fingers curling in my hair. I felt his scrotum tighten in my hand half a moment before I felt his cum flood my mouth- I swallowed before detaching from his cock and sucking in a big breath. "Luna..." I loved the way he moaned my name when he came, he pulled me up to him and kissed me hard before he collapsing back into the sheets.

KITCHEN GROPING

We dozed for another 30 minutes or so, bodies tangled together, my body hungry but content at the same time.

We eventually made our way to the kitchen, still naked, still riding that wave of closeness and afterglow. I started the coffee while Evan pulled fruit from the fridge. We brushed against each other more than necessary--hips grazing, fingertips trailing backs, mouths finding skin when one of us leaned in too close. It wasn't overtly sexual. It was playful. Easy. Familiar.

After breakfast, we did dishes together. I handed him a wet mug, and he dried it slowly, eyes locked on mine. "I owe you at least one for this morning" he said, with a smirk.

"We've got plenty of time today for you to repay me, I'm not worried..."

He walked up behind me while I still stood at the sink, his hands found my waist, pulling me back against him. I could feel him already hard again; he fit against me like he belonged there. I rocked back into him, teasing us both until I couldn't take it any longer.

He pressed a kiss to my neck, one hand on my hip, the other moving up my rib cage and caressing the underside of my breast. I arched back into him as I wanted to feel more of him, not just on me but in me. I wiggled my booty a little to feel the changing weight of his body against mine. I reached behind me to feel him in my hand, feeling the delicious tension build again. My hand found what it was seeking and I stroked his cock against my ass, then I lifted up on my toes, leaning forward a little and moving my legs apart to open myself up to him- I guided his cock between my legs and could feel the pressure of his hard-on pushing up against my clit. I was glad that we used unscented body soap for our hand soap because I squeezed a dollop into my hand and warmed it between my two palms- I then reached between my legs and used the suds as lubricant on both of our bodies- then I pushed his cock flat against my vulva and began to rock back and forth while pressing his cock in between the folds of my pussy lips- the slick friction moving easily and warming my whole body. My nipples hardened and Evan responded by pinching them and twisting them- it sent me into a frenzy like a hornet's nest disturbed. I began rocking back and forth faster and I pushed his cock upwards as I angled my opening towards him and slid him deep inside of me.

My lips parted (both sets) and I let out a moan. It had only been a day but my body already craved the way he filled me up. We both rocked back and forth, his cock splitting me open, the soap lubricating both of us. His balls slapped against my parted lips and his thighs slammed into mine as he thrust into me- my hand was already right there so I played with my own clit and sent myself into an orgasm within minutes. After I came, I reached a little further back and could feel the slick wetness where my pussy lips engulfed him- I stroked his cock as much as I could (most of him was inside of me) and then fondled his balls. I felt them tense and his pace pick up and then in the blink of an eye, he pulled out at the last second, spilling across my back in hot pulses, my skin catching every drop like a promise. I could feel the warmth rolling down and pooling in my back dimples and my pussy ached as it craved the warmth and stickiness inside of me.

So much had changed in 48 hours- I was still Finn's loving wife... and something else as well. I wanted, I craved, I relished the way Evan claimed me and how I offered myself fully to him, unapologetically. I had become a cum craving whore- at least that's how I felt- and if I was being honest with myself, I liked the thought of it. I enjoyed being Evan's fuck toy, and Finn's slutty wife- by giving up control I found a new level of power over these two men. And I found a new level of confidence within myself.

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MIDDAY OUTTING

Later, we took a walk together through the woods behind the house. The trail wound through tall trees and dappled light, and we walked in silence for long stretches. There was peace in it. There was warmth.

We reached a stream and sat on a nearby bench, listening to the birds and the sound of the water trickling across rocks- as we sat, Evan brushed a lock of hair from my face, then kissed me slowly, tenderly, like he was memorizing the feel of me. When we broke apart Evan looked deep into my eyes. "Do you think we'll ever do this again?"

I looked back into his eyes- we had been friends for so long and knew each other so well beforehand- but this was different. What we were building wasn't just lust--it was layered, deep, a new kind of intimacy I hadn't expected, but didn't want to let go of. I could feel the 'new relationship energy' and attachment growing between us. I twined our fingers together and tightened them with a squeeze- "I hope so. This weekend has been great on so many levels. I hope this isn't just a one weekend thing."

"Good, me too. I don't know what the future holds and I don't want to complicate the moment but I just wanted to tell you..." he paused, choosing his words--or maybe deciding whether to speak them at all. "... I've really liked everything that has happened this weekend and I hope we can continue to build upon it... as long as thats ok with you. And Finn, of course."

"Me too Evan. I'll definitely need to talk with Finn when he's back, tell him all of the details, including how we're both feeling in this moment, and we'll have to see where things go from there. I need you to also know that I love my husband and have no plan of leaving him. That said, if we can find a way to make this work, all together, then I'd love to explore that."

"Me too, and I understand." And he closed the conversation with a kiss.

We walked back down the trail, hand in hand, the sunlight stretching through the leaves, bathing the forrest in a warm glow, setting the scene to make the moment feel like a dream- everything seemed to radiate the softness of the light, including us. It all felt so natural and wholesome.

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THE SHOWER

When we returned from our walk we both decided we needed to shower "do you want to join me in the master suite?" I had asked him with a sly smile "yes, very much."- I took his hand and led him upstairs. We undressed each other and left our clothes on the bathroom floor where they landed- our attention was too engrossed in each others bodies.

We stepped into the steam together, washing each other slowly, like an excuse to explore again. His hands slipped between my thighs and I leaned against the tile, letting him find the rhythm of my breath. His fingers felt so much bigger and stronger than mine when he slide them forward and back over my slippery cunt and inside of me. I reached down to wrap my fingers around him, feeling him growing harder in my grip. I stroked him as the water beat down on us, both of us lost in that soft, hazy place between indulgence and intimacy. We masturbated each other until we both came- it was so hot to see the cum undulate from the tip of his cock while I stroked him back and forth. The last of his release spilled warm against my fingers before the water carried most it away, leaving only the stickiest parts clinging to my hand. I brought these parts up to my mouth and devoured them before they rinsed away- I didn't want to lose any more of his cum down the drain.

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DINNER IN

We decided to order dinner in for our last night together, wanting the night to belong just to us. We set the table with candles and shared quiet conversation over takeout, sipping wine and reflecting on how much had changed since our first night together this weekend. Our legs found each other under the table--not shy or accidental, but with intention. A private signal in the quiet candlelight. He studied me like he finally knew what he was looking at--and liked what he saw. Our hands found each other often--brushing, holding, lingering- a new level of closeness settling between us.

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UPSTAIRS, IN OUR BED

After dinner, I led him upstairs. The light in my bedroom was warm and low, a single lamp casting gold across the sheets. Evan stepped close, his hands at my hips, and kissed me--not like earlier, not hungry, but reverent. But like he knew we were crossing into something more now. Something tender. Something real. Something deep- we let ourselves sink into each other, deeper and deeper.

We peeled back the layers of each others clothes until we stood naked in front of each other, fingers tracing the hard lines and soft curves of each others bodies. I gently pushed him back on the bed and climbed onto him, straddling his lap, rubbing my slick rose petal lips along the shaft of his cock. The pressure of him rubbing against my clit made me melt like butter on a sunny day and I leaned towards him so he could take my nipples into his mouth. As I leaned forward and rocked, I reached back and guided his cock head towards my opening before sitting back and taking him in deep, feeling the stretch and the fullness of him as I moved. His hands were everywhere--my hips, my ass, my breasts--guiding me, grounding me. I loved how his cock filled me up, I loved how I could stimulate the clit in this position as well, gliding and rocking back and forth. I felt so full, electric, and radiating. We moved together in that perfect rhythm that made the world fall away until I reached my first shaking climax, which reverberated through me, hijacking my brain with the sensations coursing through my body- my vision going white for a moment. We only slowed, but didn't stop- and less than a minute later I had another climax. My body clenched around him, like I was trying to absorb him into me permanently.

"God Luna, you feel like heaven when you're riding me and climaxing like that. I'm so close to cumming- we need to change positions so I can pull out when I need to."

"Let's change positions-" I said "but I don't want you to pull out this time- I want to feel you fill me up all the way with your seed. Cum as deep as you can inside of me Evan- tonight I'm fully yours."

I turned around, giving him a view I knew would undo him. He gripped my hips, groaning as I sank down on him again, taking him in deep in a reverse cowgirl position. I know Finn loves the view of my ass bouncing up and down in this position and being able to see his penis stretch my pussy lips and slide in and out- I love this position too because it hits my insides different than normal cowgirl and the stretch of my muscles and pussy in this position feel so good!

Evan's hands found my ass cheeks as we started to pick up rhythm- he grabbed and he groped and he kneaded my muscles, which felt sooo good. I reached between my legs and wrapped my hands around his cock as I continued to bounce up and down on him. I could feel my own fluids coating his cock. Just as I felt my own orgasm begin, I felt Evans body tense, followed by the force of his cum shooting into me, coating the walls of my vagina, filling me with a warm sloshing feeling. Evan's orgasm pushed me into an explosive orgasm as well- I could feel his cock continue to pulse as he pumped jet after jet of his cum into me, each pulse stacking a mini orgasm onto my climax that kept rising. Our shared climax, our names on each others' lips.

We were both spent- I rolled off of Evan and laid on my side where I landed. My body tingled and I could feel his jizz seeping out of me. The trickle tingled down my thigh and kept me floating on my euphoric cloud nine.

My eyes were closed and I was somewhere inside myself when I felt Evan put a hand on my top ass cheek and open me up to take a look at his handy work- then I heard the 'click' of a camera and my eyes snapped open.

I must have stared daggers at him with the look I gave him but his response was calm and disarming- "Finn is gonna love this" he said easily, and he turned his phone to show me the picture. My pussy lips were red and swollen and parted as they do after being freshly fucked. Cum was leaking out of my twat and dribbling across my lips and onto my thigh. I looked like a whore- he was right, Finn was going to love that. "Send it to me- I want him to see it tonight."

I cleaned myself up and pulled up my phone to send the photo to Finn:

"I've been a naughty girl today, but a good little slut, don't be mad, baby????"

"That's so fucking hot, Luna. I want all the details, and I'm going to need to fuck you the second I get home!"

"I'll tell you all I can remember when you're home baby- I miss you, but I've gotta say I've been loving Evan's cock while you've been away!"

"If you have a chance- get a video for me!"

"I think I can make that happen????"

"I'm so hard now- I need to go cum right now! Have fun tonight bibi, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mmm, Go and jerk it for me baby- imagine all the things I'm doing as your Hotwife this weekend while you're away. This pussy is yours tomorrow but tonight I'm giving it all to Evan. Goodnight baby????"

I plugged my phone in and put it on 'do not disturb', then I cuddled up to Evan, our naked bodies a warm respite from the cold air in the room. I lay my head on his chest and traced my fingers up and down his stomach and over his thighs. His cock was still glistening from our shared juices and even though it had softened it still drew me in. My hand found it first, and to my surprise he started to harden again immediately- Finn always needed at least 30 minutes if not a few hours to reload with me. I jerked Evan slowly, still laying my head on his chest, and I thought about how Finn was probably doing this very thing to himself- though likely must faster, maybe he'd even already cum all over himself- I increased my pace with Evan as I imagined how fast Finn would be jerking himself, then I brought my mouth to his cock head. There was already pre-cum forming at the tip, which I licked up like the greedy little cumslut I had become. Then I took him into my mouth and began to suck and bob- feeling the silken drag of him across my tongue. Evan's hand found my ass and explored my body.

"Get your phone out and get some videos" I said as I came up for a breath of air. My phone was accessible too, but the thought of Evan having videos of me for later excited me.

I positioned myself between Evan's legs looked up at his camera which he was now holding in an 'I'm taking a video' way. I was on my knees in a supplicant position, I leaned forward and teased the head of his cock with my tongue while I slowly ran my hands up and down the length of his shaft- my eyes locked on the camera the whole time, imagining I was looking my husband in the eyes while I serviced my friend's cock.

I could taste his salty musk all throughout my mouth as I slid him all the way into my mouth, all the way until his cock was blocking the airways in my throat. I gagged a little and forced myself to push further, gagging more while simultaneously opening my throat more- I was determined to reach my lips all the way to the base of his shaft and to take him fully in.

My mouth left a trail of saliva all over him as a pulled back and then bobbed up and down- no longer looking at the camera but focusing on the task at hand. I played with his balls and then jerked him up and down in rhythm with my sucking and bobbing.

"Thanks for loaning me your wife Finn- this is the best weekend I've had in a loooong time" - Evan was talking to Finn over the video, which encouraged me all the more to impress them both so I went for the deepthroat again and succeeded to push through the gagging to take him all the way in.

"I'll take another video in a minute when I get to fuck her sweet pussy- I've gotta enjoy this with my hands right now."

He dropped the phone and grabbed my head with both of his hands. Forceful, yet at the same time caring- showing me the pace he wanted me to follow.

A minute later, I couldn't help myself, I pulled my mouth off of him and hurried to impale myself on his hard cock that was slick from my saliva- as I lowered myself onto him my insides adjusted to make room for hm. Evan pulled out his camera and filmed me bouncing up and down on him, I grabbed my own breasts which had started to get sore from how much bouncing they had done today- I came in a matter of minutes, followed shortly by another flood of his cum deep into my pussy. I collapsed onto him and we both lay there breathing heavy for a while before his shrinking dick slithered out of my gaping pussy, followed by a steady drip of cum.

We cleaned ourselves up, cuddled up, and passed out. We were both spent.

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MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

Later, at some hour in the middle of the night, I woke in the dark to the feeling of his hand sliding up my thigh, his breath hot against the back of my neck, his cock hard against my ass. I let out a soft, sleepy sigh, parted my legs slightly, and arched back into him, silently telling him yes, I wanted more. I couldn't be sure this wasn't a dream, as I was only half awake, but I don't care- I felt his cock pushing against my pussy lips and then he took me slow and deep, his hands on my hips as I moaned into the pillow, the night wrapping around us like our own private universe. He rolled me over onto my stomach and started to pound me from behind. It felt incredible, and in a matter of minutes I felt what was starting to become a familiar feeling, his cock pulsing, shooting his cum into me, and coating my insides. He collapsed onto me and I can't recall when he rolled off of me because I passed back into a blissful sleep, feeling full, feeling satisfied, feeling sore (in the best ways).

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Chapter 6: Evan leaves, Finn cums home

Evan and I didn't treat the morning like a funeral. We both knew what today meant, but we didn't mope or stretch it out- we celebrated the weekend and enjoyed the little time left that we had. We made coffee, scrambled eggs, and laughed at a dumb meme he showed me while we ate on the couch in our pajamas- it was effortless with Evan. His bag sat by the door. The sunlight was warm and casual across the hardwood floor. And my body, though sore, still hummed with satisfaction. And power.

I felt light. Open. Deliciously used and absolutely alive.

"This weekend was... beyond amazing," he said as we rinsed our plates. "Are you feeling okay about all of it?"

I turned and kissed him. "More than okay. I loved it. I feel like I discovered a part of myself I never knew was in there- maybe I wondered about it but never knew what it was. You helped me discover a part of myself that I'm still learning and loving so far. You treated me so well- knowing just when to be sweet or when to be stern. And I loved giving myself to you. I feel... lit up inside... and a little sore- but in a reeeeally good way."

He stepped close and wrapped his arms around me. "You were like a goddess this weekend--glowing brighter every moment. Watching you come alive like that--it was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I smiled, blushed, and nuzzled into his chest. "This new part of me- I don't think it would have blossomed the way it has this weekend without you here, thank you Evan."- I breathed in the moment along with his musk.

He kissed the top of my head and rested his chin there for a moment, breathing me in as well. "So... do you think this was a one-time thing? Or... could we find a way to keep something going?"

I pulled back enough to look at him. His eyes weren't nervous--they were warm. Hopeful. That happy-go-lucky steadiness I'd always loved about him was still there, but now it had weight behind it. Real feelings. Real care.

"I'll talk to Finn," I said, without hesitation. "I want to tell him everything. I want to be honest about how good this felt... and how good you made me feel. If it makes sense for us to keep this thread going, I want to."

Evan's smile was soft, and a little crooked. "I'd like that. No pressure, but... I've never felt this kind of connection before. It's new. And really fucking nice."

My heart swelled. Not with conflict, but with clarity.

This wasn't about choosing one man over the other. It was about choosing me. About embracing the woman I'd become--the one who could be deeply in love with her husband and still light up at the touch of someone else. The one who could be both a devoted partner and a radiant, hungry slut.

"I don't know exactly what's next," I said, brushing my fingers along his jaw. "But I know I'm not done being her. And I hope you'll still want to know her... even when it's not all new and shiny."

He kissed me--sweet, lingering. "I'm already addicted."

When the Uber pulled up, we didn't drag it out. We hugged. He kissed the side of my neck and whispered, "Tell your husband thank you. And that I'll be dreaming of you both."

When the door closed behind him, I stood in the quiet stillness of the house. My body still sang with memory. My skin still tingled where he'd touched me and I thought of how my womb still held bits of his cum inside of me. I didn't feel any guilt. I was proud. I'd discovered something new about myself--something powerful, primal, and beautiful--and I couldn't wait to share it with Finn.

And in my chest... a flicker of excitement. Not because Evan had left, but because Finn was almost home. Because I couldn't wait to show him everything I'd become.

I texted him as I poured my second cup of coffee. My fingers trembled just slightly as I hit send. It wasn't nerves, it was pure anticipation.

"Evan is gone. I'm here. Ready to be yours again."

"Did you love it?"

"Every second. I want you to see what you gave me... I've also got a few videos to show you that I hope you'll like;)"

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Finn arrived home just after four. I met him at the door in the same T-shirt I'd worn the night before with Evan. No underwear. No pretense. His eyes swept over me and I watched the breath catch in his chest.

"I missed you," I said.

He pulled me in and kissed me with a hunger that burned through my spine. His hands roamed down my back, cupping my ass as I pressed into him.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"I'm so fucking turned on," he said. "I want to know everything. But first... can I see?"

I nodded. I took his hand and led him to the couch. We curled up together and I handed him my phone.

The video played--me between Evan's legs, eyes wide and reverent, mouth working him over with eager worship. I watched Finn watching it. The rise and fall of his chest. The way his grip tightened on my thigh. He was hard within seconds.

"It felt so good being sexually liberated this weekend Finn. I loved being able to please him like that- and being able to get pleasure myself." I whispered. "Evan asked me to send his thanks on to you as well- he loved filming this for you."

As he watched and listened, my hand found his waistband without needing to look. I needed to feel him respond--to see what my weekend had done to him. I unzipped his trousers, pulled out his rock hard boner, gripped it, and started to move my hand up and down his shaft while my eyes flicked back and forth from the video to his face.

We watched the second clip--me riding Evan, bouncing with abandon, slick and glowing. "He felt so good filling me up honey, stretching me out. Do you like that you see?" Finn's jaw clenched and I nibbled his ear teasingly.

"You gave me this," I said. "You gave me permission to let go. And I went all in. I let go and let him in. I loved every single second of being used, being filled, being filmed... being your wife and his slut."

His lips crashed into mine and suddenly we were on our feet, and then down the hall, and then--

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RECLAMATION

We reached the bedroom without even bothering to close the door.

Clothes fell off in a trail behind us. Finn pushed me gently onto the bed, his hands sliding up my thighs, his eyes locked on the places Evan had touched, kissed, fucked.

"You're soaked," he said, his voice thick.

"I've been like this all day," I whispered.

His mouth found my neck as he settled between my legs, his fingers teasing me open, exploring the aftermath of the weekend. We both knew that the chances that my slickness were a mix of my fluids and Evans were high- and I think this egged him on.

His other hand explored the curves of my neck, my collarbone, my breasts- "Tell me something filthy you did."- his stare was penetrating.

I bit my lip, but I didn't hesitate. "I woke him up with my mouth yesterday," I said. "Sucked him until he came down my throat. I swallowed everything."

His one hand tightened on my breast while his other hand ran up and down my thigh.

"Did you like that?"

"I loved it. I felt... powerful. Like I was his gift. Like I belonged to both of you."

That made him growl softly--

"You do," he said. "You belong to me. You can play, you can share... but you're mine and I plan to reclaim you when I'm good and ready."

"Yes," I gasped. "I'm yours."

"Tell me more about what you did- and about how it made you feel."

I let the memories rush forward, shameless now. "I bent over the kitchen sink and let him fuck me from behind while we did the dishes. He came on my back and I knew right then that I wanted him to cum inside of me the next time. He came so hard, Finn... it was all over me and I loved it, but I wanted it inside of me- my body practically screamed for it."

Finn's fingers found my opening and paused for just a moment before he slid them into me- I could feel the warmth of his body inside and it reminded me of the warmth Evan left inside of me. I tightened around his fingers, my body calling for more- he responded by pushing deeper into me and stroking my g-spot in a coaxing way.

"Ohhhh" I moaned "I gave him my mouth every night. He shot his load so deep, and I swallowed every time. I didn't even think about it--I just wanted to make him feel good. And I loved how easy it was to want that. It surprised me, how hungry I was to please him."

"And he filled this perfect pussy too?" he asked, already knowing the answer, the pace of his fingers quickening, his voice a low growl at my ear.

"Yes," I breathed. "Over and over. I told him I wanted to feel him finish inside me. And I meant it. I came on his cock so many times, Finn."

"Good girl," he said, voice proud and possessive. "You let yourself be used. Let yourself be worshipped. Let yourself be filled. And now..."

He pulled his fingers out of me and slowly parted my pussy lips with his massive cock head- he stretched me so good- I hadn't realized until just now how the shape of his cock made him feel so much bigger to me than Evan.

"You let him take you apart," he said against my lips, his voice low and thick. "And now I get to put you back together."

I shivered.

"Yes," I whispered, heart racing. "I want that."

"You were such a good girl for him," he said, climbing over me. "You loved letting go, didn't you?"

I nodded, already breathless. "I did. I didn't know how much I'd love it. Being wanted like that... being used."

"You liked getting filled up, didn't you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Again and again. I loved it."

He moved inside me like he needed to re-mark every inch of me, like he was writing his name across my body in touch and thrust and heat. And I gave him everything--I opened for him, clung to him, moaned into his mouth when he kissed me like he needed to taste the weekend on my tongue.

Between thrusts, he spoke.

"Did he fuck you here?" His hand pressed down on my stomach, feeling how deep he reached.

"Yes," I moaned. "Right there."

"And here?" His hand slid to my throat, just resting.

"Yes..."

"But not like this," he growled.

"No," I gasped. "Not like this. I can't compare, Oh Finn, he felt so good, so different. There was something awakened in me this weekend that I can't ignore- a thirst, a hunger, a deep desire to open myself up physically and emotionally to others- not out of anything lacking with us, but..." I searched for the words "... it felt so freeing, I felt so empowered and expansive. And I loved how it felt--to see him in a state of bliss like that because of me. It fed something deep, something generous and hungry all at once- and how different the feeling of his cock was inside of me- not better or worse, just different- it made me want more... and I want you to feel that too, with other women."

His strokes were slow, deep, steady- I felt his body go rigid and flex on top of me and then his cock pulsed as he buried himself as deep inside of me as he could. His orgasm triggered my own climax- I screamed, letting my body take over as I was flooded not only with my husbands cum but with wave after wave of electric euphoria pulsing through

my body.

When we were both breathless and shaking, he pulled me close. Pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"God, I love you Luna."

"I know you do- and I love you so much Finn."

"You're mine," he whispered.

"I know," I murmured. "And I've never felt more yours."

We lay tangled in the aftermath, our skin damp, our hearts loud.

"Everything you just said there- is incredible. I can already tell something has shifted, I don't think I know the extent of it yet, but I like what I'm seeing so far and I want to explore more of that with you."

"Me too honey- I've got so much to tell you about this weekend, but I'm enjoying being here in your arms right now- I love you and I'm glad you're home again."

"I'm glad to be home baby." He kissed me again. "And I will say, I loved watching you in those videos. You looked so focused, so free, so happy."

"I felt all of those things, and more," I purred back. "You gave me all of that by encouraging me and supporting me. And now, I'm all yours again. And there's more of me now than there was a few days ago- more of me to give, more of me to share."

We drifted into a weightless warm slumber, bodies entwined. The last thoughts on my mind were about how lucky I felt, not only for Finn and what he gave me this weekend along with everything else he gives me, but for what Evan gave me this weekend, and for what I discovered within myself. This weekend cracked me open. I'm still glowing with what I found inside. And I can't wait to discover what comes next... I'm not just looking forward to more. I want to create more connections, more experiences, more dynamics- I want to share what I discovered this weekend within myself, with Finn and with others, and I want Finn to to have opportunities to discover and grow these parts of himself as well.

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