My phone vibrated at 5:00 AM. In my sleep-fog I thought it was my alarm. Too early, I thought. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and focused on my phone. Texts. Several of them were blowing up my phone. I sat straight up in bed realizing it was from him, Ashton, the male half of a couple I had met the week before.

I met them at a mutual friend’s birthday party. We shared a table at the far end of the reception. We split a bottle of wine. And then split another. Okay, maybe three bottles of wine. By the time the dinner was over and the dancing was in full tilt, Ashton, his wife, Tonya, and I were feeling the effects of the wine. They were chatty and they had a tremendous sense of humor. We were having a better time than the people at our table, who finally left to join other tables. Ashton left to use the restroom and Tonya slid over into his seat. She moved her chair very close to mine, which felt odd and a bit unsafe. I wondered if Ashton would be offended that she was sitting so close to me. Her leg pressed to the side of mine and she leaned toward me with her elbow on the table. Her face flushed from the alcohol and her eyes sparkled as if she had something she had to share with me.

She leaned in close and whispered, “Do you know what a ‘hotwife’ is?” I did, but I feigned ignorance. I was not yet certain that Ashton was going to come up behind me and cause major damage to my skull.

“Well,” she said, “a hotwife is able to have sex with other men besides her husband, with his permission of course.”

“Oh?” I said, nodding with curiosity. “That sounds quite exciting.” For some reason, this was the cleverest statement I could drum up in the moment. I blamed it on the wine.

“Oh, you have no idea how exciting,” she said moving her hand from under the table and placing it on my thigh. I jumped with surprise but she told me to relax and left her hand there. Ashton reappeared and sat beside her. We made eye contact and I was relieved to find him smiling.

“I see Tonya has shared our secret with you,” he said. I nodded, still uncertain about what was happening. “We’ve been looking for just the right person to become her ‘bull.’ Do you know what that is?”

“I presume he’s the guy you trust to have sex with your wife,” I said.

“Exactly,” they said simultaneously.

Tonya looked at me with those hazel eyes. Her thick, red lips turned upward in a flirty smile. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume as she leaned in closer. Her hand slowly moving up my thigh, squeezing me, just to the side of my fully engorged cock. When she leaned toward me her blouse gaped open to reveal her heavy cleavage. “You will need to come visit me,” she said.

“And you’ll get to do so alone,” Ashton said by way of follow up. “All I ask is for a couple pictures or even a video or two. When she comes home I will make sure she’s taken care of. Your job is to simply enjoy her. Make her happy. Make her cum as often as you can.”

“And I cum a lot,” said Tonya letting her finger run along the tip of my cock.

“I take it this is not a ‘tonight’ proposition,” I said. “I mean we are all a little tipsy and I want to be sure we are all good when sober and that I can actually perform as you need.  Tonya wrapped the palm of her hand around my crotch. She smiled at the thickness of my cock.

“I think you’ll do just fine, but I agree,” she said. “Let’s give a little time.” Tonya excused herself to go to the restroom. My heart was racing and I could not feel my fingertips. I was caught somewhere between completely enraged horny and a panic attack.

“Aren’t you going to follow her?” Ashton said.

“How do you mean?” I said.

“Dude, I know you’re not going to fuck her tonight,” Ashton said, “but you probably ought to let her feel your lips against her mouth.”

“Oh!” I said. “Well, yes, of course. I will go.”

“She’s not wearing panties by the way,” Ashton said as he finished the third bottle of wine. “Her skirt makes for easy access. He seemed to be laughing to himself as he drank the wine.

I met Tonya as she was leaving the bathroom. “Thank god,” she said. “I didn’t know if you’d pick up on my hint that you needed to join me.” I had not. But I didn’t tell her that. Some idiocy is best left to yourself. Tonya grabbed my hand and pulled me to a hidden corner near the bathrooms. She pressed her body to mine and kissed me, hard. Our hands explored each other. She stroked my cock through my slacks. And I quickly discovered that Ashton knew his wife well; she had no panties on underneath her skirt. She spread her legs and leaned back against the wall as I ran my hand between her thighs. My middle finger slid inside her while my palm massaged her clit. Tonya was so wet and she trembled during my handjob. In a matter of moments, she started whispering oh fuck! Oh fuck! She squeezed the back of my neck while she came. Her body shook and, when her face lost its tension, she smiled, satiated.

Ashton and Tonya had texted me a few times since that night. But apparently, Ashton woke up ready for me to fuck his wife.

Ashton: Dude I don’t know if you have any plans today, but Tonya is working from home this afternoon. I want you to come over and fuck her.

This statement unfolded in four texts for some reason. He must’ve been wound up.

Me: Will she know I’m going to be there?

Ashton:  NO! I told her I wanted to surprise her this afternoon so she needed to be ready for sexy fun. I mean she might suspect something, but most likely she thinks I’m coming home early. 

Me: Will you be coming home early? 

Ashton: Yes. If you’re cool, I’m going to leave work early and wait for you to leave. I’m going to immediately go in and fuck her when you’re done.

Me: If you’re cool, and you think she will be okay with this, then I can do that for sure. 

Ashton: Dude she and I have fucked nearly every night this week imagining you with her. So, yah. We’re cool!

Ashton texted me their home address. I rang the doorbell to Ashton and Tonya’s home around 2:00 that afternoon. I heard movement inside and what seemed to be a long pause at the door. Finally, Tonya opened it. She seemed genuinely surprised to see me there. She looked around me to see if anyone else was there, searching for her husband I presumed before she opened the door.

“Well this is quite a surprise,” she said with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “I wonder how you knew I was home this afternoon.”

“I got a text that there was something wrong with your computer,” I said, role-playing a computer tech and ignoring her statement. “I need to see your home office.”

“Hmm. Do you now?” Tonya said. Her voice was pitching higher and her face flushed. “Then I guess you better get in here and check it out,” she said. Tonya was dressed as if she had been to an important meeting. She wore a white blouse, a string of pearl beads around her neck, and a black skirt. Her legs were covered in nylons and she wore red pumps on her feet. She closed the door behind me then walked toward the stairwell. I dutifully followed her. Her skirt, as I learned by following her, was too short for stairs. She let it hike up the back of her thighs and I could see the tops of her nylons fitted tight, high on her legs. Her perfume trailed behind her. She walked in a way that accentuated her leg muscles and her hips seemed to push back toward me, as though she were strutting for me.

We turned the corner and entered her home office. Standard office arrangement: desk, computer on top of it, a leather chair, file cabinets, and a small couch. Well, my home office doesn’t have the couch, so maybe not quite standard. “There’s my computer,” she said, pointing to her desk. I nodded and climbed underneath the desk pretending to look for something. Tonya sat on the edge of the desk, one leg dangling off the edge. I could see she was wearing a blue, lacy thong. “Find anything?” she said, playing her role.

“Nope. Nothing,” I said sliding from under the desk. “But I need to take a picture or two and send it to the office if that’s okay.”

“The office, huh,” said Tonya with a giggle. “Yes, that would be appropriate.” I took my phone out and snapped a couple pictures from my position on the floor. Tonya spread her legs just a little more so that I could get a nice shot up her skirt. “These will do nicely,” I said and sent the pictures to Ashton.

As soon as the pictures were sent, I sat the phone on the chair and leaned forward. I kissed the inside of Tonya’s knee. She moaned. I kissed up her thigh. She moaned more. She leaned back on her desk as I kissed yet further up her leg. She moaned and said, “I cannot believe we are finally doing this,” she said. “Ashton and I have wanted this for so fucking long.” My lips reached her wet pussy and she could no longer speak with my tongue flicking her clit.

Tonya grabbed the back of my head and moaned loudly. I felt her body vibrate and tasted her salty sweetness. As soon as her climax was done, Tonya immediately adjusted positions. She leaned over her desk and spread her legs wide. I stood and flipped her skirt over her waist. I unzipped my pants and kicked them free as I moved in behind her. I held my cock there as I pulled her thong to the side. She moaned. She begged. Oh my god, fuck me now! I placed my cock tip against her. I told her to beg some more for it. She did. I asked her what Ashton was going to do to her when I was done. Tony was positively vibrating at this point. I sensed she was on the verge of an orgasm with me just talking to her and barely touching her with my cock.

“Holy shit,” she said grabbing the edge of the desk. “He’s going to come home and suck my pussy and then fuck me so hard,” she said between halted breaths. I thrust my cock inside and held it there. Tonya squealed. Her body trembled and she came on my cock. I wrapped my hands on her waist and slid my cock inside her in every direction. Side-to-side. Deep, then just barely inside. Tonya told me she was about to cum again and I thrust faster until her moans were barely audible.

I felt the tip of my cock expand. My balls tightened. That buzz I feel when my orgasm approaches started in earnest. Every part of my cock was alive. Her pussy fit perfect around it. I tried to fight it. I thrust deeper, faster.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.

“Fuck..yes,” Tonya said between thrusts. She bounced back to meet my thrusts. I felt my entire cock flex. I held my cock deep inside her and barely moved as I filled her. My eyes watered and I could barely breathe. My cock-tip was so sensitive that I shook as she squeezed it from inside.

We stayed locked in that position before we started to giggle, then laugh. “That was fucking amazing,” she said laying flat on her desk. I rubbed her back and her ass cheeks while we recovered. My phone buzzed. It was Ashton texting.

Ashton: I’m going crazy! I can’t wait! I’m in the driveway. Just text as soon as you’re done and I’m coming in.

I simply texted done in response. Within a matter of seconds, so it seemed, we could hear Ashton opening and closing the door downstairs. “Guess who’s home early,” I said. Tony started laughing.

Ashton was stripping clothes off as he walked into the room. He practically fell to his knees behind Tonya as I stepped away. He went to town, tongue-fucking his wife. Tonya moaned and told Ashton all about it.

“He’s so fucking thick,” she said to him while he licked her pussy. “I came as soon as he put it in. And he fucked me so hard, baby,” Ashton was stroking his cock while she talked. “And then I felt him get so big inside. Oh my god, he felt so good cumming in me.” Ashton could not take any more. He stood and slid his cock in his wife. He pounded her fast, hard. Tonya was moaning loudly and begging him to cum in her. Ashton groaned and trembled as he came for his wife.

I kissed Tonya as I left the office. Ashton was still deep inside his wife when I left. They thanked me and told me to be ready for so many more opportunities like this one. I told them I could hardly wait.