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  As for myself, I have never been married and have no kids. I work a lot and have just never really had time for relationships. I am a very sexual person, but more than that, I am a gentleman. I’m polite, respectful and never pushy. If you’re still looking for someone to play with, I’d love to be considered. Just send me a message and let me know.

  Hopefully I’ll talk to you soon.

  For some reason, I couldn’t make myself delete the message. There was something about it that spoke to me. Instead of trashing it right away, I decided to go check out his pictures.

  He was attractive. Certainly heads and tails above most of the men who had messaged me on the other websites. He was well dressed and had gentle eyes, a quality I admire. In many ways, this man reminded me a lot of Dillon, which in all honesty, I’ve looked for in potential partners.

  His profile matched what he had said in his message. He was a professional man who works way too many hours and misses the touch of a woman. Again, it said he was respectful and not aggressive, which sounded great after what I had been through.

  Intrigued, I sent a message, unsure of when he would reply, if he ever did. These websites were notorious for men that would sign up, send some messages, and then never get back on. A part of me hoped he would reply.

  Much to my surprise, a response came back almost instantly. He said he was working and didn’t have much time to chat, but if we wanted, we could send messages back and forth, and he’d reply when he could.

  That sounded good to me so I posted a response letting him know that I would love to get to know him that way. Something told me that he was a good guy, so I decided to give him a chance. A little conversation never hurt anyone.

  Throughout the day, we messaged back and forth, and he did a great job putting me at ease that he wasn’t anything like the man I’d met the day previously. I’m still not completely sure how it happened, but by the time he was leaving the office, we were making plans for what time he was going to pick me up.

  This man was the complete opposite of the creep in the limo. Kevin was a perfect gentleman. Even though he knew exactly what my situation was, it didn’t stop him from treating me in the same way that he’d treat someone he was dating seriously. Sure, the goal was to get into my pants, but he didn’t act like it.

  We had an amazing date. First, he took me to a cool little sports bar downtown with a light, fun atmosphere. He attempted to teach me how to play darts, which I discovered I was terrible at. Surprisingly, I did even worse when it came to air hockey, but I still had a good time.

  After dinner, we went dancing and a club far smaller than the one Meghann took me to, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Again, the vibe was calm and relaxed, which helped keep me comfortable.

  The flirting between Kevin and I increased as the night went on. The more comfortable he made me feel, the more suggestive my flirting became. Our dancing was downright graphic by the time the night was over.

  “I hope you had a great time,” he said as he walked me outside to wait for my ride.

  Instead of answering, I stood on my toes, wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a huge kiss before pulling him into me so I could whisper into his ear.

  “Why don’t you come home with me?”

  20

  Dillon

  Traveling always wears me out, so I was sleeping soundly and deeply when my cell phone started to ring in the middle of the night. Rubbing my eyes, I attempted to focus on the clock sitting next to the bed. It was 2:21 am, and I wondered who would be calling me.

  When I picked up my phone up to answer it, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t a voice call. Instead, it was a FaceTime video call from Kayla. I figured she must be missing me and since she works so late, her schedule is a little messed up, and she might just be getting ready to go to bed.

  I accepted the call, but I wasn’t prepared for what appeared on the screen in front of me. Kayla was in our bed, on all fours, looking into the camera while someone was fucking her from behind.

  “Hi, honey,” eventually managed to escape her lips between moans and grunts.

  I had no idea who the man was, and I didn’t care. I was instantly turned on by what I was watching. In my fantasies, I always imagined that she would send me text updates while she was out and maybe a picture or a video clip here or there or that I would be watching her in person. I never even thought about sharing the experience over a video call.

  “Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? Is this what you wanted?”

  “You are so fucking sexy,” I told her while I slid my free hand under the blankets to grab my cock, which had turned hard instantly the minute the video popped up.

  She propped the phone up on the table while she rolled onto her back and the mystery man climbed on top of her. Watching as he grabbed her legs, put them on his shoulders, and slid inside of her caused me to start stroking myself faster.

  Seeing his cock disappearing into my wife was driving me inside. My body was beginning to shake, but not because I was upset. I was shaking because I was so excited

  “Oh my God Dillon, this cock feels so good! Do you see what he’s doing to me? Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me harder!”

  He did as she asked and started pounding into her. I heard her familiar moans, the ones that start to change just a bit as she got close to orgasm. I decided I wanted to participate.

  “Go ahead, Kayla. Cum all over his cock. Let me hear it.”

  He reached down and started playing with her clit while he pumped himself in and out of her. I could see her body tensing up as an orgasm ripped through her body.

  Hearing her getting louder and louder as she came was too much for me to handle. I ripped the blankets back and jerked myself quickly, making myself cum at almost the same time she did. My orgasm may have been just as intense as hers.

  Getting off didn’t do anything to my erection, which remained hard and stiff while the man continued to plow into my wife. I grabbed a hand towel that was near the bed and wiped off before I went right back to stroking myself.

  I watched as this guy enjoyed Kayla’s pussy, my pussy. I knew how good that pussy felt and I wished I was in his place right then and there.

  He started to moan and move faster, telling her that he was going to cum. My eyes widened as Kayla squeezed her tits together and looked him right in the eyes.

  “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my tits.”

  He pulled out, maneuvered himself up my wife’s body and stroked himself as he came all over her chest. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I started getting off again as well. What I was watching was better than the best porn ever made.

  He bent down and kissed her before she turned to the phone.

  “I love you, baby,” she told me, blowing a kiss into the phone before ending the FaceTime session.

  I was left breathless. It didn’t even seem real. It was easily the most exciting thing I had ever experienced. I officially had a hotwife.

  21

  Kayla

  My brain felt like it was scrambled. It was trying to think of a million different things, but couldn’t think of anything at all. The only thought that could get through was holy fuck; I actually did it! I actually fucked another man. Not only that, but my husband got to watch the whole thing take place.

  I couldn’t believe that I’d actually gone through with it. I knew that was always the plan when I actively started seeking out men, but I always questioned whether or not I could actually do it when it came down to it.

  Calling Dillon on FaceTime wasn’t something either he or I had ever discussed. It was just a spur of the moment decision I had when I grabbed my phone to send him some photos. I wanted to find a good way to include him, even though he wasn’t there.

  Kevin left shortly after we were done, but I was still lying in bed. Each time I closed my eyes, I could see Dillon’s face as he answered the video call. His eyes got so big, and his mouth dropped open. I’d been worried that he would b
e mad, but when I saw him relax in his bed and whip his dick out, I knew he was probably going to be okay.

  Even though it had just happened, it still didn’t seem real. I felt so sexually liberated and was still incredibly turned on. I just laid there on the bed, rubbing my clit with my fingers, letting orgasm after orgasm take me away to bliss.

  Something was missing, though. I’d included my husband in the act of me becoming his hotwife, but now I was all alone. I always figured that if I actually had sex with another man, Dillon would be there afterward to love me and let me know that I still belonged to him. I didn’t have that, and it made me sad.

  I laid down on the bed and brought his pillows in close to me. If he couldn’t be here to cuddle me, I was going to cuddle his pillows instead. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent which lingered behind.

  Since I couldn’t have him with me, I at least wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to know what he thought about what he saw and if it was everything he’d hoped it would be. Still holding his pillows tightly, I grabbed my phone and called my husband.

  22

  Dillon

  Once the FaceTime video was turned off, I laid in bed for a few minutes attempting to process what I had just watched. There were so many feelings and emotions fighting within me that I didn’t even know what most of them were. It didn’t matter. The excitement was winning out over all of them.

  There was no way I was going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night. Not after what had just happened. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my suitcase and started throwing things into it as fast as I could. It would have driven Kayla nuts to see how I was tossing things in there unfolded and in no particular order. Having things neat and orderly was one of her quirks, and I could almost hear her nagging at me for the way things looked in my bag.

  I made one last sweep of the room and the bathroom to make sure I didn't forget anything before I wheeled my suitcase out of the room and down to the front desk.

  “Could you call me a cab to the airport?” I asked, still wiping the sleep from my eyes.

  “Absolutely, sir. If you would like some coffee, we have some in the lobby there.”

  Typically, I needed coffee to wake myself up, but it wasn’t necessary that morning. The video call was plenty to get my blood pumping and have me ready to go.

  I walked outside to wait for the cab and quickly remembered why they called Chicago the windy city. The air attempted to bite through me until I found a spot meant for smokers on the side of the front doors.

  The medical conference that I was in town for quickly became an afterthought. I loved the conference, but I didn’t care about missing this one. I’d been a speaker during previous years, but not this one, so nobody was going to miss me. People may look for me, but with the sheer number of medical professionals that would be there, it’s impossible to meet up with everyone.

  Another added plus was the fact that a recap is also posted on the internet so that doctors who weren’t able to make it can learn about anything important that happened. The recap always included new products, treatments, and medications so if there was something that interested me; I’d be able to reach out to the company directly.

  I didn’t care about the conference; I didn’t care about the fact that I’d prepaid for my room, I didn’t care about anything other than getting home to my wife.

  After what seemed like forever, the cab finally arrived to take me to the airport. I probably should have called the airport to see if there were any flights going out and if there were, if there was even a spot on one so I could get home.

  As my luck would have it, there was traffic at 3:30 am. Apparently, the city had started work on a bridge and had the four-lane highway down to one in each direction. I was tempted to get out and walk to the airport, sure that it would be faster.

  The cab finally pulled up to the airport just before 4:00 in the morning, and tossed the driver some cash, grabbed my suitcase and ran straight to the ticketing desk.

  “Hi, do you have anything going to Kansas City?”

  “Yes sir, we have a flight leaving in about 15 minutes. It’s all the way down at gate 19, so you’d have to hurry. We also have one leaving at 7:15 am. Which would you prefer?”

  “I’ll take the one leaving in 15 minutes.”

  I gave the ticketing agent all of my information, got my ticket and boarding pass and took off as fast as I could. I was fortunate that there wasn’t a line for security and they didn’t stop me for a random check. I was completely out of breath but made it to the terminal just as they were announcing the last call for passengers.

  The plane was not overcrowded, which I was thankful for. On the flight to Chicago, we were pinned in like sardines, so it was nice to have the row of seats to myself.

  Once I was on the flight, I was finally able to sit down and process everything that had happened. I was surprised by all of the emotions I was beginning to feel. They were all over the place, with lots of highs and lows.

  The emotion that surprised me the most was the jealousy. I was very jealous that another man had just been with my wife. It was a jealousy that I could feel deep within the pit of my stomach. The funny thing about it was that it wasn’t the typical jealousy that someone would feel. It wasn’t a bad feeling.

  I actually liked the jealous feeling that I had and know that I want the whole thing to happen again. The sense of jealousy and angst were like a drug, and I knew that all it took was one hit to become addicted.

  The best part about the experience was the fact that it was unexpected. When Kayla was going out before, I knew there was a chance that something could happen. This experience came as a total surprise. The last I knew, she was done with the whole thing. Receiving that call from her was the last thing I ever would have expected. The surprise element was definitely what turned me on the most.

  As I’m sitting in my seat, my cell phone begins to ring. It was Kayla. I had to fight with myself not to answer the call. I wanted to talk to her so bad so we could discuss what had happened. I also wanted to know how the experience was from her end. Regardless of how bad I wanted to answer the call, I allowed it to go to voicemail. I wanted the fact that I was on my way home to her to be a surprise.

  23

  Kayla

  Why wasn’t Dillon answering his phone? I called him several times and each time got the same result. It would ring four times before going to his voicemail. Something wasn’t right, and I didn’t like it.

  I paced around the house wondering whether or not I’d made a mistake. I knew what room he was in, so I called the hotel and asked to be transferred. The phone just rang and rang. Dillon is an incredibly light sleeper, so there was no way he had gone back to bed and was sleeping through his phone ringing. Besides, how could he sleep after all of that? I had so much adrenaline flowing through my veins and knew he had to have the same feeling as well.

  He couldn’t be mad at me, could he? This whole thing had been his idea, so it wouldn’t be fair to me if he were pissed off that I’d gone through with it.

  There was always the possibility that he was upset because I did it behind his back. He always knew when I was out on dates and things like that, so maybe he didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t kept in the loop. If that was the case, I could understand it, but I thought that doing it the way I did would make him happy.

  I was looking directly into his eyes when we were on our FaceTime call. He didn’t look mad then. There wasn’t even a hint of anger in his eyes. I saw excitement, but there was nothing that would have told me he was mad.

  Frustration was starting to get the best of me, and I was getting worried that I’d messed everything up. I needed to talk to him, and I didn’t care how many times I had to call. I was going to blow his phone up until he answered me. If I had pissed him off, I deserved to hear him say it instead of giving me the silent treatment. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

  DILLON

  My phone was ringing as I walk
ed into the front door. As I closed it behind me, I heard footsteps running in my direction.

  “Dillon! What the hell?” Kayla yelled as she came running towards me, throwing her arms around me and kissing me before she punched me in the arm.

  “What was that for?” I asked, playfully rubbing my arm as though the punch had hurt me.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve called you?”

  “I figured you’ve probably been calling a lot. I had to turn my phone off during the flight, so I probably missed most of them.”

  “Why in the hell are you here? You have that whole conference in front of you. Are you flying back in the morning?”

  “No, I’m going to skip the conference this year.”

  “Can you do that?”

  “Of course I can do that. It’s not like there’s some requirement that says you lose your license to practice medicine unless you attend every medical conference, I laughed. “Besides, I’m right where I need to be right now.”

  Kayla wrapped her arms around me again, burying her head in my chest.

  “You know I love you, right?” she asked, looking up at me with big, beautiful puppy dog eyes.

  “I love you too. That’s why I’m here.”

  “Don’t ever make me think that you’re mad at me again, especially after something like that.”

  “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t want you to think I was mad at you. I just didn’t want you to know I was coming home. I wanted to surprise.”