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XXXtreme Hotwife Fantasy- Stranger to Stranger

Dave the husband arranges for our motel meeting with a top-floor room in the back corner, facing the freeway. With the window wide open, the noise of the traffic whooshing by late at night provides the feel of a public atmosphere. But, just to be safe, with it being the last corner room at that end on the highest floor, there's less real chance of people accidentally walking by on the pathway outside the window. This allows for Dave to leave the curtains drawn open as well, letting them rustle in the cool night breeze. I confirm by phone that I am on my way, and minutes before my arrival, Dave commences foreplay with you til you're totally wet and ready. He had requested that I go "commando" tonight, and I can feel my growing erection straining against the coarse inner fabric of my new denim jeans, instead of the comfort of soft cotton boxer shorts. The hard-on pulses with each passing mile nearing my destination. There it is! A parking space is easily found, and I happily smile hello to a buxom white woman wearing stiletto pumps, on her way in the opposite direction. It's clear she's a prostitute as she fearlessly meets and holds my gaze, returning the smile as we passed. My heart pounds in anticipation as I climb the three flights of stairs to locate the correct motel room. Responding to my light knock, Dave the husband slowly and quietly opens the door and steps halfway outside, greeting me with a handshake on the threshold. He briefly whispers instructions, evoking a comprehending nod from me. I am to remain fully clothed, but I'm good to unzip my fly to tug out my erect dick before entering the dimly lit room. No talking. No introductions. I find you lying completely naked on your back, perched at the nearest corner of the bed. Your knees are pulled up and your thighs spread wide while you openly masturbate, your eyes shut as if dreaming. I can hear you breathing heavily, moaning softly as I approach in silence. I can also hear the softly squishing sound as you quickly rub your juicy quim. You know I'm in the room as Dave quietly closes the door. A quick manual adjustment. I tug until my genitals are liberated enough so that even my balls are allowed to hang out of my unzipped jeans. After several preparatory strokes of my penis, I assume a standing crouch as I insert myself straight into you as our very first physical contact. A tight fit!

A loud gasp and a longer moan escape your lips. I pull back out and hover for a moment, savoring this kinky situation before reinserting myself with a more aggressive, dominant penetration. I like that this forces a grunt from you, yielding to the assertive reentry of a foreign dick. I thrill to the change of temperature on the skin of my now-moistened organ, from the cool night air to the soothing warmth of your wet pussy. Taking hold of your folded legs for balance, I begin to rhythmically fuck you, stranger-to-stranger, single guy to married wife. It feels even more wonderfully perverted due to my remaining fully clothed. This encounter is all about using you in front of your mate. No making love with passionate kisses and caresses to accompany our coupling. The plan is for me to be selfish. Just get myself off, and take my leave. So, it isn't long before I am pumping more vigorously, more savagely. There's the added unique sensation of my dick emerging from the open slit in my pants, to directly submerge into the slit of your squishing cunt. I expect you can feel the metal teeth of my zipper rubbing against the flesh at the corners of your vulva. This is one of the kinkiest fucks of my life, and I inwardly order my brain to record every detail for memory storage. Dave the husband has taken a comfortable seat in a corner near the dresser, just feet from the bathroom where the only source of illumination radiates. He begins to rub himself while watching us. You orgasm twice in succession, writhing and wriggling beneath me, and letting loose with a full-throated cry both times. And that's when I feel the telltale tinglings of my own climax building. I give way to grunting like a feral beast, which is the only hint you get as far as the sound of my voice. You keep your eyes closed, even though I can still see how they've rolled back underneath your flickering eyelids. Feel it, baby. My body spasms mightily. Tightly clutching your legs, I force your knees even wider and more painfully apart as I hold you down, crushing my groin hard into yours. Orgasm. Very strong, very long. Rejoicing through the series of euphoric jolts, I deliberately pump my semen straight into you in hot, erupting spurts. It seems unending. I am a heavy cummer. And it's sheer ecstasy to drain my balls of their syrupy contents into your married pussy.

Finally, I slide back out of you, slowly rising to stand on trembling legs. You collapse in a heap upon that bed, spent legs dangling off the side. I catch sight of warm bubbling sperm oozing from your twat. While I manage to zip up my fly, I give Dave the husband a grateful nod before turning away. Opening the motel room door, feeling taller and stronger than before, I make my way back out into the night.

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