I’m lying here, my body stretched out on the soft carpet, my mind racing with thoughts of other men. My husband’s cock is in my mouth, and I’m sucking it with a hunger that surprises even me. The taste, the texture, it’s all so familiar, yet my mind drifts to the thick, pulsing cocks of other men. I can almost feel their weight in my hand, their heat against my lips. My husband’s cock twitches in my mouth, and I know he’s close. I want to tell him how I swallowed all of it, how I took every drop, but my mind is elsewhere. I’m imagining the thick cum of another man, the way it would coat my throat, the way it would make me feel so utterly used and satisfied. My hand rests under my chin, fingers slightly extended, as if reaching out to touch the fantasy that plays in my mind. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of natural light filtering through the curtains, casting shadows that dance across my skin. I’m lost in this moment, in this act, in the thrill of being a hotwife, of belonging to another man, even if just in my mind.
Her Mouth is Filled with Cock While Her Mind is Filled with Other Men
I can feel the tension in my husband’s body, the way his hips start to move, the way his cock swells in my mouth. I know he’s close, and I want to push him over the edge. I want to feel his cum hit the back of my throat, to swallow it all down like a good little hotwife. But my mind is still wandering, still imagining the cocks of other men. I wonder what it would be like to have two cocks in my mouth at once, to feel them both pulsing, both ready to explode. I wonder what it would be like to be filled completely, to be stretched and used and satisfied in a way that only another man can provide. My husband’s cock throbs in my mouth, and I know he’s about to come. I tighten my lips, suck harder, and he lets out a low groan. I can feel his cum shooting down my throat, and I swallow it all, every last drop. And as I do, I imagine it’s not his cum, but the cum of another man, a man who knows how to use a hotwife like me.



