Chloe was on all fours pushing her palms against the headboard, letting out the slightest of whimpers as her husband Noah slowly inched his cock into her from behind. He pushed her hips down as he drove himself all of the way into her and collapsed himself upon her back.
He lightly nibbled on her ear and whispered, “That was a little naughty of you tonight, playing with me in that bar, touching my cock over my pants.”
Noah started to thrust into her ever so gently and excruciatingly slowly. He continued to kiss her neck and worked his way down, playfully biting her shoulder. Working his way back up her neck, he took the opportunity to slide his hand underneath Chloe and started to rub her clit as his cock continued to slide in and out of her at an ever-faster pace.
“So fucking naughty of you, Chloe,” he exhaled whispering into her ear again. “It’s like you were flirting with me like I was some stranger.”
Chloe ground back into his hips and tried to take it upon herself to further increase the pace. She had wanted this all day. They spent a day in the city with dinner and then post-dinner drinks, and she had teased him mercilessly at the hotel bar. She was usually not that brazen in public, but they were out of town for a wedding and something inside her just pushed her to go for it.
Noah had returned the favor with teasing of his own that culminated in him pulling her soaked light blue French cut lacy panties to the side and licking her until she screamed, pleaded, and eventually crying through a shattering orgasm begging for him to fuck her. He had roughly flipped her over into the position they were currently in.
Chloe was ablaze with desire. Noah’s dirty whispers were something completely new to her and had elevated this tryst to a level they had rarely hit since the very early days of their marriage. She frustratingly tried to push the pace of the cock sliding in and out of her. Each time sent her closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm, but this wasn’t fast enough to fully push her over that cliff. Her body craved so much more, and surprisingly, her mind craved even more whispers in her ear.
Noah continued his slow thrusting. He wanted her to feel every inch in and every inch out with each individual thrust. His writhing wife below him was searching with her hips for more.
“Is that what you’re thinking? Are you pretending to be up here with someone you just met, fucking you into oblivion in your hotel room?”
She finally broke her silence, “Oh, Noah, I’m sooo fucking close. Fucking ride me hard,” she exasperatedly exclaimed.
He finally started to fuck her in earnest, roughly impaling himself deep into her at a heightened tempo. Feeling the embers of his own release starting to stir in his body, he moved his fingers faster and harder against her swollen and sensitive clit. Every time he’d hit just the right spot, when combined with his deep thrust, her legs twitched and bolts of electricity shot out from her clit to the rest of her body almost incapacitating her.
“Mrrrrumphhh,” was all she could get out of her mouth as the crescendo of pleasure was about to come down upon her.
Noah smiled, not that Chloe could see it. Her face was buried into the hotel pillow under a pool of her dyed blonde tousled hair. He had her on the edge and his relief was not far off. A little dirty talk about fucking a stranger had turned her into a multi-orgasmic mess. Just the thought of it sent him into a flurry of furious pounding of her pussy.
“Ahhh, oh my god,” she screamed into the pillow. “Fuuuck, fuck , fuck!”
That was all it took. Her eyes were welded shut but an explosion of light burst forth from behind her eyelids as she came with such force, that her entire body seized and shook uncontrollably. Noah felt his wife below him shake violently which sent him into a further frenzy of fucking. Chloe continued to writhe and just twenty seconds of thrusting later, Noah’s release slammed into him as he shot rope after rope of cum into his now immobilized wife’s pussy.
Sheens of sweat glistened on both of their bodies as he collapsed onto her back. He slowly softened inside of her and eventually rolled off to the adjacent pillow. Chloe turned on her side facing him stroking the hair on his well-built chest still unable to speak. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, snaked an arm around her, and started to lightly rub the small of her back. He could swear she was purring like a contented cat as she pulled herself closer.
“That was nice,” he smiled as he softly spoke.
“What got into you? Seven years and all of a sudden you’re dirty talking me. You’ve been watching too much porn,” she laughed.
“You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you couldn’t get enough,” Noah retorted joining her laugh.
“I don’t know. Something clicked with you whispering in my ear. It's been a while since I've cum that hard. I still can’t fucking move.”
Butterflies and doubt were swirling within Noah now. He had a strong deep dark fantasy of sharing Chloe with another man. The dirty talk was so natural and her response was so intense, he wondered if this was the time to confess his true desires to her. The post-orgasmic endorphins were not helping his judgment on what to say next.
He timidly asked, “Is that something that excites you?”
She lifted her head and Noah retracted his arm from the small of her back as she rolled onto her back in the center of the bed. Her breathing was still more rapid than usual, but he could not discern if this was from the question or if she was still recovering from their recent activities. He rolled on his side facing her and draped his arm across her where her ample C-cup breasts and belly met. His other hand found it’s way to her hip with his pinky finger just brushing her triangle tuft of brown hair.
“I’ve honestly never really considered it. I don’t know, Noah. It just hit me right and sent me flying tonight,” she said quizzically.
Indecision and fear were wrecking his thought process, but instead of replying, he started to slowly move his fingers through her patch of hair and down to the sloppy lips of her well-fucked pussy leaking his recently deposited cum. He had expected her to pull his hand away, but surprising she had done the opposite and ever so slightly opened her legs. As she moved her legs wider, one leg ran directly into his cock that was beyond rock hard again. Noah found her swollen button once again and gently began to rub it. He started to cup and caress his wife’s breast with the other hand as she turned his head towards him. Her hand traced down his chest and landed on the underside of his cock, stroking it and his balls softly.
“That excites you doesn’t it?” she asked in a husky tone. “You are so fucking hard just thinking about it,” she continued as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
Noah continued to caress her clit, but Chloe’s attention to his cock was making it much more difficult to concentrate. Fear took over and he pulled back from revealing his true desires.
“It’s just pillow talk, honey, although I’m sure as hell going to do it again with the way you reacted to it,” he said with a smile.
She suddenly pushed his arm away from her pussy and tit as she pushed him from his side to his back. Deftly, she rolled onto her hands and knees slowly kissing down his flat but soft belly making her way to his cock.
“I think, I owe you one tonight,” she whispered and then kissed the tip of his cock.
Breaking the kiss she licked the very tip of his cock sending shockwaves of desire through his body. One hand was caressing his balls as the other started to stroke the base of his ample cock with her hand. Noah grabbed two fistfuls of bedsheets in response and unintelligibly moaned.
Chloe licked and sucked his shaft with wanton abandon while she tickled his taint with her other hand. Noah’s grip on the bedsheets turned his knuckles white and he continued to groan. She alternated between sucking his cock and licking his balls until he exploded in a loud grunt, cumming in her mouth. Chloe greedily swallowed while she continued to milk him with her mouth.
Eventually, she made her way back up his body, kissed his cheek, and nestled into his arms as they quickly drifted asleep.
*****
The two woke up and went about their morning without even remotely coming close to talking about the night before. They didn’t have much time as they both slept in late. They ended up at a late breakfast at the hotel and hurriedly got dressed for the noon wedding.
The actual ceremony was across town, with the later reception back at the hotel they were staying at. Outside of the hotel, all Noah could think about was the roleplaying that they had done the night before. He was aroused and watching his thirty-one-year-old wife stand curbside waiting for their Uber in a light blue dress that showcased her pert breasts and delicious ass. Her nicely tanned legs were teasing him to find out what was further up the flowy garment she was wearing. The thought of her legs wrapped around a stranger thrusting away at her suddenly filled his head. The mental picture sharpened with the blue dress hiked above her waist and panties slipped to the side as he thrust. He was so distracted he didn’t notice Chloe calling to him.
“Hey, Noah. Noah?” She waved her hands at him.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Just tired I guess,” Noah said as he tried to recover himself out of his daze suddenly.
They stepped into the Uber and were off to the church. Noah stared absentmindedly out the window, still seeing that image of his wife fucking that stranger in his head. Chloe noticed the distraction, scooted over to him in the backseat, and put her arm around him. He turned his head to his beautiful wife and stared into the brown pools of her eyes framed by her perfectly wavy, dyed blonde hair. He maneuvered in, kissed her on the lips, and pulled away.
“I love you, Chloe. We don’t do this stuff enough. We’ve got to slow down and enjoy each other like this more,” he stated softly.
Chloe blushed. She wasn’t sure what had brought this on. Noah was typically close to the vest with his feelings. This felt different to her. Her hand had found it’s way to his hips and encountered a suspicious surprise. Her fingertips were met with a rigid cock straining at his pants.
“Oh my,” she mouthed at him to avoid the Uber driver hearing their conversation.
He blushed, turning a deep red in the face having been caught by his wife. Noah’s internal struggle again came bubbling to the surface. He was very unsure of himself or how to explain his erection. Chloe took his silence as consent and pressed the palm of her hand over his pants where his cock was aching to escape. She kept the hand there without moving it, or saying anything for some time, until finally, she broke the spell of silence.
“Looks like we’re here,” she exclaimed and lifted her hand off of his crotch and scooted over towards her door.
Noah was unsure if he could even walk, but he had little choice. In a whirlwind, they were seated in the pews waiting for the bridal party to assemble at the altar. They had sat towards the back in the large church with no one within earshot at the moment.
“You want to tell me what that was all about in there? You got the feels, and well, I guess so did I,” she smirked as she softly spoke.
“I don’t know,” he said quickly, trying to think his way out of this on the fly. His heart was racing, and he was on the precipice of telling her. “I guess I was just thinking back to our wedding, and well, it just got me sentimental I guess.”
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She reached up and cupped her hand on his face and surveyed his expression. She was still madly in love with Noah. He still had all the features that attracted her to him in the first place. His short brown hair nicely combed to frame his youthful face, despite the fact he was four years older than her. There was something in his dark brown eyes that he couldn’t quite place. Something she hadn’t seen since they started dating.
“Aww, you’re so sweet. You always make me feel special. I’ll remember that tonight when we get back to the hotel room,” she said wryly with a mischievous grin.
He smiled back and whispered, “I’ll hold you to that.”
Noah felt a wave of relief feeling like he had talked his way through his self-induced awkwardness, but this was short-lived.
Chloe took his hand and discretely led it under her dress and to her lacy panties hidden underneath. Noah’s eyes shot wide open at his wife’s sudden brazenness, in a church no less. As his fingers found her panty covered pussy, he felt the unmistakable wetness of her desire. She bit her lip and looked deeply into his dark brown eyes.
She silently mouthed, “I love you,” and then softly purred, “Mmm.”
Chloe quickly removed Noah’s hand and returned it to his lap. She looked forward as if nothing had happened. The fire was stoked white hot and she was unsure how she was going to make it through the ceremony let alone the reception. She felt a nudge next to her and looked at Noah again. He had brought his finger up to his mouth and was slyly tasting her arousal.
“Stop it, hun,” she whispered. “We need to get through this. We’ll get to this later.” She padded his crotch playfully twice and returned her hand to the pew. They both noticed how hot it was in the church suddenly, struggling to pay attention to anything but their burning desire for each other during the rest of the ceremony.
****
The ceremony was otherwise uneventful and they were soon back at the hotel ballroom for the reception. They had ended up at the random table with a couple of the bride’s college friends and some of her work friends. Aubrey, the bride, was one of Chole’s college roommates, although they hadn’t been that close since Aubrey moved away for work a year ago. Everyone seemed nice enough. Noah made pleasantries at the table, having met some of them before, but not really knowing anyone.
The table had one empty seat next to Noah just prior to the reception starting. That quickly changed as a sharp-dressed athletic built man came over and took the seat. He was dressed in a slim fit dark charcoal suit with a skinny black tie to match. His white shirt contrasted his dark complexion and what looked to be a couple day’s worth of stubble on his handsome tan face. He looked around the table and smiled brightly.
“Hi everyone. I’m Oliver,” he said warmly. “I’m Aubrey’s favorite cousin, and she told me this was going to be the fun table.”
There were laughs around the table as the ladies certainly took notice of his easygoing entrance and striking good looks. He was welcomed warmly to the table as everyone went around and introduced themselves. No sooner had the introductions finished the bride and groom were announced and the reception kicked off soon followed by the bread and salad course of dinner.
“So, Oliver, how come if you’re the favorite cousin, you’re sitting at a table with a bunch of strangers?” Chloe asked.
“Haha,” he laughingly replied. “I volunteered to make her life easier. There were too many at my family’s table already, and since I wasn’t coming with a plus one, I figured I’d save myself from hearing about that from my parents again.”
Chloe laughed at that and smiled as she spoke, “That's so sweet of you. Well, welcome to the fun table then!”
The night went on and they all made small talk. As the cake course finished, Oliver made his way to his family’s table for most of the rest of the night. Chloe occasionally saw him chatting up one of the ladies at the bar and ripping it up on the dance floor throughout the night. She was mostly preoccupied by catching up with her friends from college and trying to keep Noah interested.
Noah, on the other hand, had replaced the image of his wife’s legs wrapped around a faceless thrusting stranger, to Oliver. This flashed into his head several times throughout the night as he watched Oliver unsuccessfully work the room. Noah couldn’t understand why a guy like that was having such a tough time at a wedding, but little did he know, Oliver just kept barking up the wrong trees.
It was getting late in the evening and the reception was starting to wrap up. Noah and Chloe had made their way over to the bar for last call, already feeling the effects of the free booze.
