4.30.2008

My 6th confession continues... a familiar face

…DH texted to check in on my progress. Just as I replied that I would be home soon, the evening took a turn for the better ...

I had been slowly sipping my drink at the hip and trendy bar, but almost ready to leave when I sensed someone leaning against the bar very close to me. I turned to find myself face to face with The Italian Kisser! At the very same instant we recognized one another and began to laugh with surprise and disbelief! “Wow!” I blurted out. We exchanged greetings in between laughter, and looked into each other’s eyes with a certain knowing sense of what could be in store. He said that he sure was glad that he decided to stop by, even though it was very late. I agreed. I was glad we had run into each other as well. Then we kissed. I do not recall feeling aroused, but I was definitely excited and happy to see him. I was mentally taking note of his features while we spoke and gazed at each other. His cleft chin, olive completion, husky voice, and short dark hair were all as I had remembered them. He lavished me with compliments between kisses. “You have the most amazing eyes I have ever seen,” he whispered. I melt when I hear a man compliment my eyes. They are my best feature (if I do say so myself), so when a man takes note of them, it is a sure way to turn me on! We talked more about how we had both ended up in the same place in the wee hours of the night, and kissed. We talked about our last chance encounter, and kissed. He told me I was the hottest woman in the bar (which awakened the butterflies in my stomach), and we kissed. This was a new experience for me – the element of thrill was certainly there, but there was no chase. The chase is usually the fun part for me. I like to flirt and be someone else for a while. I admit my mind was racing with what might come of this pleasant surprise…

He told me that my beautiful eyes were so hard to resist, to which I replied, “Who says you have to resist?” I am sure it was then that he knew he could have me, and I knew that I could not take those words back, even if I changed my mind. With a swift and confident move, he turned my barstool to face him straight on. He nudged my knees apart, boldly stepped between my legs, and embraced me. I could feel a bulge behind his zipper. I was starting to feel the excitement build inside of me. He rubbed my shoulders and slid his left hand down over my breast, sending chills down my spine. He asked if I had to get home soon, so I reminded him that DH knows I go out for flirtatious fun, just like the last time, and that there was no rush (although it was about 2 a.m.!). He nodded his head to indicate I should settle my tab and finish my drink, which I willingly did. We were on our way…

Ok, this is going to sound so out of place, or at least it felt out of place, yet endearing when I noticed it. As we walked out of the bar, both last time and this time, The Italian Kisser sweetly held my hand. I don’t know if it was a romantic gesture, an act of chivalry, or just one of his usual moves, but both times it gave me a thrill almost as much as our kisses. Silly, I know, but feeling his grasp was just the right tender touch to ease my nerves.

On our way out to his SUV, I stopped in the ladies’ room so I could text DH and tell him what was going on. DH asked if I’d be staying out a little longer now that I’d found a friend, so I told him we were on our way to find a more private location. I asked if he had any last minute requests. I needed to give DH the opportunity to tell me to stop. We had previously talked about what I would do if I ever met The Italian Kisser again, so I think he knew there was a good chance I’d allow things to go to the next level. I think he also knew that I still had the condom in my purse from the last time I’d gone out. He did not tell me to stop, but let me know it was OK to let things proceed.

I rejoined The Italian, and we walked hand in hand to the parking lot. He asked for ideas of places to go so we could have some privacy. I reminded him that he was more experienced at this kind of thing that I was. He scoffed and said he did not believe me. I shared a brief summary of what I have done, which as you know, only amounts to flirting, kissing, and fondling, whereas he had tested the waters of infidelity more than once in his past. I am not sure if he believed me or not. I teased him about acting like he didn’t know what he was doing, but quickly added that I was not judging him. He drove and parked the car in an empty parking lot nearby. We sat in the front seat talking for a bit before he reclined my passenger seat, climbed over my lap, and knelt between my legs. He slid my blouse and bra up to see and feel my breasts. I was trapped underneath him, but enjoying the sensation of being slightly dominated. In between fondling, kissing and licking my nipples, he told me that he wished we had more time and were in a better setting. He also inquired a little about why DH and I have this arrangement. I explained what it means to be a hotwife. We made out and explored each other’s bodies, and he asked me what I would do or feel if he was better than DH. I firmly put an end to that line of questioning by telling him that I don’t do this to compare; I do it to add to my already wonderful and satisfying marriage and sex life. We went back to kissing, and I reached down to rub his dick through his jeans. At some point my blouse came off and was tossed aside. That’s when he began to talk about the next time we meet. Next time, I wondered? Maybe things were not moving to the next level as I suspected they would. I teased him that the next time had better not end with me unsatisfied like the last time. I reminded him that he had the pleasure of cumming, but I was left feeling disappointed that he did not return the favor those months ago. He promised that would never happen again, and moved to the back seat, pulling me along with him.

The cramped quarters made things awkward in the back seat at first. He removed his shirt while I tried to slide my hand between his legs, but our positions were not conducive to such activities. I said something like “I am having a little trouble here,” so The Italian quickly remedied the problem by moving over and swiftly taking off his jeans. I was a little taken aback by this move. He was now stripped down to his boxers, and I lay back awaiting the next move, slightly dazed and shocked. I was suddenly struck with the enormity of what I was doing. My mind filled with thoughts of my DH, wondering what he was doing. Oh my god, I thought to myself, this is happening! The pleasing sensation of The Italian’s tongue on my clit snapped me back to attention. In a matter of moments The Italian had pulled down my jeans and thong, and I had been too consumed with my own thoughts to notice. He used his thumb and tongue in harmony to stimulate me. I heard myself moan with pleasure. I writhed beneath him. I felt the head of his penis tease my lips. “You are so wet,” he said. O.M.F.G.! He is starting to fuck me! I quickly fumbled for my purse and took out the condom. I showed it to him, but he said he would pull out. I felt him thrust in and out of me. I know I insisted more that he should wear the condom, but we continued, with his assurance that he was going to pull out. I remember vacillating between moans of pleasure and feeling tears well up in my eyes as thoughts of DH flooded my brain. I felt slightly scared. Before I knew it, I felt The Italian shift his weight over me so that he could jerk off onto my stomach. His knuckles rubbed against my clit. I honestly do not know how long we were at it. Even though I had heard the gasps and groans of my own voice, I don’t remember feeling true pleasure, and despite being dripping wet, I did not cum. I guess my feelings of fear and thoughts of DH had distracted me too much.

We kissed a few more times and cleaned up while we redressed. The mood was light and we joked around, which was just the relief I needed. I was conscious of making sure there was no evidence to be found. I found my broken fingernail, a casualty of the awkward fumbling when we first climbed to the back seat. The Italian asked me what would happen when I got home. I truthfully told him that I would share every detail. He asked if I’d get fucked again. “Of course,” I replied. “Does that bother you?” I asked. “No,” he answered.

He asked for my number so he could text or call me. I must say, I was never in search of a regular fuck-buddy. When I go out, I look for no strings attached situations. But, I thought, we do have fun together, and dare I say some sort of chemistry, so I gave him my number. He drove me to my car, and he told me to call or text him sometime. “No,” I told him, “you’ll contact me.” He agreed, and we parted ways. I knew my DH would be up waiting for me...

9 comments:

Fun4usboth said...

Wow, that was a hot story! Thanks for sharing the erotic details, and welcome to your official status as Hotwife! My wife will be reading about your most recent exploits later today, and hopefully she'll have something to add by way of a post here.
As much as she and I love this whole scenario as we play with it in fantasy, I know that one of her biggest concerns regarding the idea of being intimate with other men has to do with STDs and wearing of condoms. So I know she'll cring at that one detail of the Italian not wearing a condom, although on another level there's an added level of naughtiness to that aspect. Plus, for both her and I our marriage is paramount, and neither of us want to do anything to ruin a great thing. In fact, exploring this fantasy is, in my mind, a means of gaining deeper intimacy about each other and making that bond stronger. That said, we would love to hear about how DH responded to discovering that his fantasy about you has now become real. How were things with DH after you got home, and since then?
Thanks again for posting your blogs and sharing your story. If you're not already a writer, you should be. I am thrilled to have stumbled across your little corner of the Internet because this is some of the best stuff I have ever read.

reelman6 said...

As usual, I found your story very, very hot. BUT....move on to other men. This guy first and foremost does not respect your need for safety(condom). He does this after basically saying you are some low self-esteem whore who spreads her legs for anyone and everyone. When in fact you are a very confident woman who has a great husband and is discovering her incredible sexuality. Based on the assumptions he makes about you and then doesn't want to protect himself? What is wrong with this picture? Where else has he been sticking that thing? I feel sorry for his wife.

Now on to the other problem. He has been with you twice and has not made sure you are satisfied? You should be on your 4th or 5th orgasm with him by now. Move on, there are way too many men out here who would treat you right, in more ways than one.

Don't answer that phone when he calls!

Stratocast said...

Very, very hot story! But I have to echo the others' thoughts about his not using a condom when you requested it. STDs scare the hell out of me and it's not uncommon for pregnancies to result even with the withdrawal method.

I don't mean to preach. And if you want to know a little secret, Connie and I never use condoms either. But in our case, it's something we talked about beforehand and in fact, is at her insistence.

Fun4usboth said...

Since reading this latest blog entry this morning I have been anxiously waiting all day for my wife to read it. As you know she and I fantasy roleplay these scenarios in our bedroom, but we have yet to do this "for real".
Given my wife's concerns about STDs I assumed that her first comment would have to do with the guy not wearing a condom.
Well, guess what? The first 5 words out of her mouth after reading this was: "She didn't have any fun". Of course, what she meant was that after 2 serious make-out sessions the Italian Kisser climaxed both times, and Suburban Hotwive was left high and dry (er, wet) by the guy on both occasions. My wife went on to say that "well, I guess she did have 'some' fun..." but obviously the fact that this guy left unfinshed business did not resonate well with her. What can I say? Those were her comments. Needless to say I'm sure she'll be most interested in how you and DH are doing in the aftermath of this experience. Please update further when you can. And thanks again for taking the time to share your experiences!

suburban hotwife said...

Thanks for the comments, dear readers!

Trust me, follow-ups are on the way, that will address these topics and issues.

I have been frantically drafting these posts so that I could write while it was still fresh in my mind.

I appreciate your concerns and interest in my confessions!!!

Southern Sage said...

Atta girl...........
I mean everyone else had several paragraphs to post but all I kno to say is go girl!

Marcus said...

I just discovered your blog a few days ago and I am really enjoying reading about your exploits. I appreciate your willingness to share your stories with all of us. They are not only entertaining but very well written! I would like to echo what some of the others have had to say. You can do much better than this guy. He is self serving and is only looking out for himself. This is clearly evident and I hope that you have nothing more to do with him in the future. You need someone who puts your needs in front of his own. I look forward to your next entry because the suspense is killing me (just like a good book).

suburban hotwife said...

Welcome to my suburbia, Marcus! Check back soon and enjoy reading my confessions!

Hubman said...

Obviously, I'm going back and reading your blog from the beginning...

Why, why not insist that he wear a condom? Pulling out does nothing to prevent STDs!

And other readers are correct- he's less concerned with your pleasure than his own.

Hmm, time to keep reading