Intense Cravings: Elena’s Total Hotwife Submission
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Chapter 1: The Hotel Mirror’s Seductive Gaze
I stood there in the penthouse suite of the downtown Ritz, the city lights flickering like distant fireflies through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My reflection stared back from the full-length mirror, a woman I barely recognized. Elena Voss, thirty-eight, architect by day, but tonight? Tonight I was unleashing something feral. The sheer crimson babydoll lingerie clung to my curves like a lover’s greedy hands—nipples straining against the lace, the thong barely covering my shaved mound, already slick with anticipation. Black thigh-high stockings whispered up my legs, ending in six-inch fuck-me pumps that made my ass pop like it was begging for attention.
Marcus watched from the king-sized bed, his cock tenting his slacks, eyes hungry. We’d arrived hours early, turning this luxury escape into our private den of sin. No kids, no neighbors—just us, and soon, them. The bet replayed in my mind, a stupid wager over a fantasy football league. I’d lost big, scribbling my promise on a napkin after too much wine: one night, his rules, his choice of bull. Marcus picked Derek, his ripped gym buddy from the office, but whispers hinted at more. My pulse thrummed. What had I signed up for?
“Fuck, Elena, you look ready to devour souls,” Marcus growled, palming his bulge. I spun, letting the babydoll flare, exposing the tattoo I’d gotten last week—a delicate “slut” scripted just above my clit, hidden for now but screaming my surrender.
“Saving it all for Derek,” I purred, my voice husky. But inside, doubts swirled. I’d vented to Sophia, my wild bestie, days ago over cosmos at her loft. “I feel like an idiot,” I’d confessed, spilling the details. Sophia’s laugh was pure sin. “Girl, this is your golden ticket. Marcus wants you wrecked by another man’s cock while he strokes to it. Embrace the hotwife life—let that pussy rule you.” Her words ignited something primal. I wasn’t backing out.
The scent of my jasmine perfume mixed with the faint musk of arousal hung heavy. I leaned into the mirror, lips parting as I traced a finger down my cleavage. Taste of cherry gloss lingered. Touch of silk on skin sent shivers. This was intense already, and they hadn’t even arrived.
The First Tease
Marcus rose, hands roaming my hips. “No touching yet. Week of denial’s got you dripping, hasn’t it?” He was right—seven days without release, my clit throbbing like a heartbeat. I’d edged myself nightly to hotwife vids, imagining thick shafts stretching me, cum flooding my womb. Sophia had loaned me her stash: real couples, wives begging for gangbangs. It flipped a switch.
“Get the toys ready,” I commanded, pushing him away playfully. The suite’s coffee table gleamed with gear: velvet ropes, a leather paddle, lube glistening like liquid diamonds, nipple clamps winking silver. A sex swing dangled from the exposed beam overhead. Why a hotel? Marcus booked it for “anonymity,” but I sensed more. My phone buzzed—Sophia: Own it, slut. Make him beg for round two. 💋
Door knock echoed. Heart slammed. Game on.
Chapter 2: Derek’s Arrival and the Spark Ignites
Derek stepped in like a storm—six-foot-four, tattooed arms bulging under a tight tee, jeans straining over a monster ridge. His cologne hit me: cedar and smoke, invading my senses. Dark hair tousled, stubble framing a smirk that said he knew exactly what he’d do to me.
“Elena,” he rumbled, voice gravel. No hello kiss—just eyes devouring. Marcus clapped his shoulder. “She’s all yours first. Make it count.”
I sauntered over, hips swaying, the click of heels on marble like gunshots. Grabbed his belt, yanked him close. Our lips crashed—tongues warring, his beard scraping deliciously. Taste of whiskey on him. My hand dove south, gripping his cock through denim. Thick. Veined. Pulsing. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I moaned into his mouth.
He chuckled, fingers digging into my ass. “Bet you’ll scream it later.” Marcus poured drinks, scotch burning my throat as Derek’s hand slipped under the thong, two fingers plunging into my soaked cunt without warning. Squish echoed obscenely. “Dripping already. Good girl.”
Flashback hit while he finger-fucked me lazily—Sophia drilling sense into me. “Society’s bullshit chains you, Elena. Married sluts get the best dick. Flirt back, tease Marcus public-style. Watch him melt.” I’d tested it: grocery store, bending for melons, letting the produce guy ogle. Marcus jerked off in the car after. Power surge.
“Strip for us,” Marcus ordered. I danced, peeling the babydoll slow, tits bouncing free—full C-cups, rosy nipples hard as pebbles. Thong next, bending double to show my puckered holes. Derek groaned. “Spread those cheeks.”
I did, ass high, pussy lips puffy and gleaming. The air cooled my wetness. Intense vulnerability washed over me, but so did heat—raw, pounding need.
More knocks. Doors opened. In poured the pack: Tyler (blond surfer build), Vance (ebony god, abs like bricks), Reid (tattooed biker), Jax (lean Latino firecracker), five total with Derek. Marcus grinned sheepishly. “Surprise. Full crew for your fantasy upgrade.”
My cunt clenched. “Holy shit… yes.” No fear. Pure fire. 💋
Chapter 3: Bound and Begging in the Swing
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They stripped casual, cocks springing free—Derek’s nine-inch beer can, Tyler’s curved upward, Vance’s chocolate monster veined like ropes, Reid’s pierced prince, Jax’s girthy uncut beast. Smell of male musk filled the room, testosterone thick enough to taste. Marcus dimmed lights, phone cams rolling multi-angle.
“Into the swing, whore,” Derek barked. I climbed in, legs hoisted wide by chains, arms bound overhead. Exposed. Helpless. Pussy splayed like a buffet, clit engorged. Nipple clamps bit down—sharp sting blooming to fire. Paddle cracked my thighs, welts rising hot.
“Beg for it,” Vance demanded, cock slapping my face. Pre-cum smeared my lips, salty tang exploding. “Please… fuck me. All of you. Wreck this married hole.”
Reid went first, tongue lashing my folds. Slurps obscene, juices dripping to the floor. “Tastes like candy-coated sin.” Fingers hooked my G-spot, prostate-milking rhythm. Orgasm built fast—denial week exploding.
“Not yet!” Marcus snapped, edging me cruel. They rotated: Jax sucking clit like vacuum, Tyler rimming my ass with filthy laps. Derek fed me cock, skull-fucking till gag reflexes begged mercy. Throat bulging, drool cascading over tits.
Sophia’s voice echoed in my head: “Husbands crave your ruin. Orgasms make kings.” I’d upped ante post-talk—shopped slutwear with Marcus at the lingerie boutique, his card swiped while salesgirl blushed. Public handjobs under tables at dinner, whispering, “Derek’s gonna flood me bareback.”
Intense waves crashed. “Fuck me now!” Blindfold slipped on—darkness amplified every touch, every grunt. Who plunged in first? Thick head breached, stretching walls to burn. Inches piled, bottoming out against cervix. “Take it, hotwife slut!” Pound after pound, balls slapping ass. Squelch of cream. I shattered—squirting arcs hitting chests. Scream raw-throated.
One down, endless to go. Body quaked, but craving more.
Rotation of Ruin
Tyler next, curve hitting spots Marcus never reached. “Gonna breed this white pussy.” Vance followed, girth splitting me—anvil to my forge. Grunts animalistic. Jax pierced rim—nipple bar scraping sensitive walls. Reid vanilla ice for my heat.
Cum leaked, puddling beneath. Touch electric, skin fevered. Smell of sex cocktail—sweat, jizz, pussy nectar. Tastes mingled on tongues swapping spit. Sounds: wet slaps, moans, crude filth. “Cumdump for studs.” Intense overload, mind fracturing into bliss shards.
Chapter 4: Double Stuffing and Dirtiest Desires
Blindfold off. Vision blurry with lust tears. Five cocks circled, shiny with my slime. Marcus stroked slow, directing. “DP time, boys. Elena’s ass cherry for you.”
Never before. Fear flickered, drowned by need. Swing lowered. Derek lubed my rosebud, finger probing, scissoring. Burn to pleasure. “Relax, greedy bitch.” He mounted first, cock invading pussy again. Then Jax—slow push into ass. Dual fullness—stuffed like holiday turkey. Walls kissing through thin membrane.
“Fuuuuck!” Rhythm synced, pistoning opposite. Balls tangled, slapping chaos. Vance throat-fucked, silencing screams to gurgles. Tyler and Reid jerked, painting tits ropes of pre.
My body’s betrayal: multiple orgasms ripping uncontrolled. Gush after gush. “More! Deeper! Own me!” Crude pleas spilled naturally now. Marcus filmed close-ups—my wrecked holes gaping, cum froth bubbling.
New memory surged: post-Sophia chat, I’d ambushed Marcus in his office. Rode him reverse cowgirl on his desk, moaning Derek’s name. Promotion bait? Hell yes. “Handle me shared, get dream wife.”
They swapped: Vance/Reid DP, ebony/white contrast porn-perfect. Pierced cock in ass popped nerves like fireworks. Climax hit atomic—vision whiting, piss squirting from pressure. “Filthy piss slut!” Laughter mixed with groans. Embraced it. Intense degradation fueled peaks higher.
Cumshots commenced. Derek unloaded throat-deep, swallow reflex milking. Tyler facial—hot jets striping cheeks, lips. Jax ass-blasted, plugging with plug after. Dripping everywhere. 🔥
Breathless Interlude
They untied me, limbs jelly. Hotel minibar raided—champagne fizzed, quenching parched throat. Bodies tangled on bed, hands roaming lazy. Fingered clean holes oozing seed. “Taste yourself,” Derek commanded, scooping mix to my mouth. Creamy tang, addictive.
Marcus kissed forehead. “Proud slutwife.” Bond deeper, twisted love blooming.
Chapter 5: Gangbang Frenzy Unleashed
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Playroom mode: cushions strewn, mirrors angled for every angle. I crawled center, ass up instinctive. “Line up. Use me.”
Vance first round-robin. Slid home easy, cum-lubed glide. Fucked like freight train—hips blurring. “This pussy molded for BBC.” Pulled hair, arching back. Orgasms chained, voice hoarse.
Reid flipped missionary, legs ankles-by-ears. Piercing dragged G-spot relentless. “Beg for creampie, married whore.” “Please! Breed me!” Flooded deep, overflow immediate.
Tyler doggy, spanking crimson cheeks. “Bounce that ass.” Did, twerking shamefully. Jax throat-piñata, balls-deep gags.
Derek orchestrated: air-tight triple. Pussy, ass, mouth plugged. Rocked like boat in gale. Senses overload—grunts symphony, skin-slaps percussion, musk orchestra. Touched everywhere, pinched, slapped, devoured.
Research paid off: I’d devoured forums, vids of wives airtight, squirting fountains. Mimicked—Kegels milking shafts. They howled. “Tightest cumrag ever!”
Intense finale built: all five unloaded again. Facials glazing like donuts. Tits pearled. Holes marinaded. Collapsed puddle, twitching aftershocks. Word count climbing, but pleasure infinite.
Marcus joined last—sloppy seconds heaven. “My perfect hotwife.” Fucked tender amid ruins, whispering futures: repeat events, vacations gang-shared.
The Afterglow Build
Bodies piled, pets and praises. Champagne bath—bubbles tickling cum-smeared skin. Laughed filthy recaps. “Your squirt hit the chandelier!” Plans hatched: next month, double crews.
Sophia text: Pics? Spill! 💋 Sent blurred proof. Life rewritten—slut unbound.
Chapter 6: Dawn of Endless Surrender
Sun pierced curtains, bodies strewn like battlefield. Woke sandwiched—Derek spooning ass, Vance’s cock nestled thigh. Soreness delicious, every ache reminder. Pussy tender-swollen, ass plugged overnight, leaks slow.
Marcus brewed coffee, smirking. “Round two?” Groans turned grins. Stumbled to shower—massage heads pounding jets, soapy hands exploring bruises. Tyler soaped tits, sucking suds off nips. Jax knelt, tongue delving folds tenderly.
Bathroom fuckfest: bent over sink, Reid rear-entry while mirror-watched moans. Vance mouth-fucked synced. Quickies popped orgasms easy—body primed perpetual.
Brunch room service: devoured omelets nude, feet teasing cocks under linen. “Paid extra for discretion,” Marcus winked. Server averted eyes, bulge obvious.
Check-out loitered. Final gang pile-on bed: rode Derek cowgirl, others hands/ mouths assisting. Climax collective—screams echoing halls probably. Cum finale inside, bareback bliss.
Dressed reluctant, lingerie cum-crusted souvenirs. Hugs lingered, promises exchanged. Elevator descent: knees weak, grin permanent.
Car ride home, Marcus’s hand possessively on thigh. “That intense enough?” Laughed. “Start planning next. Bring friends.”
Life shifted seismic. Work bolder—cleavage flashing clients, lunches flirty. Home: Marcus attentive god, chores done, massages nightly. Sophia bragged? No—hers to chase.
Surrender complete. Hotwife eternal. Cravings? Insatiable. 🔥💋
We drove into sunset, my hand stroking his renewal. More intense nights awaited. No regrets. Only hunger.
