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Allie’s early morning booty call

I twittered this morning that Allie had a booty call from her boyfriend Mark. Here’s what happened:

I woke up this morning to the sound of Allie in the shower, much earlier than she normally gets up. Strange, I thought. I figured that maybe she had an early morning dentist or doctor appointment. Since we’ve not used an alarm clock for a long while–we just set the alarm on our cell phones if we have to be up at a certain time–I reached over for Allie’s phone to see what time it was.

She had a waiting text message from Mark. Groggily, I flipped open the phone to see what the unread message was.

“See you then,” it read.

I scrolled back through her text inbox. He had texted her about 15 minutes earlier asking if she’d like to come over for an early morning hookup quickie, before he left on a business trip for the rest of the week. They swapped a few messages before she texted, “I’ll be over in 30 min or so.” After which, evidently, she got out of bed and in to the shower.

“Wow,” I thought, and closed my eyes on my pillow, very excited, but still sleepy.

After a few minutes, my freshly showered hot wife emerged from the bathroom and started getting dressed. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I have an early appointment. I’ll be back in a few,” Allie said, grabbing her phone off her nightstand. Which is plausible, of course. She does try to schedule early chiropractor and personal training appointments.

“Okay,” I said, maintaining my excitement and composure. “She doesn’t know I know,” I thought.

Within a few minutes, she was out the door. From the bedroom, I heard the garage door downstairs open, then close and she was on her way.

I laid in bed looking up at the ceiling wondering about their meeting and what they were going to do. My cock was rock hard, but it was 6:30 a.m. and I was more interested in catching a little more sleep before work, than jerking off and relieving it.

About an hour later, I woke up with a start, as the part of the pillow next to my head shifted abruptly. Allie had already come home, got undressed and climbed up on the bed and was working her way up my body. Her right knee planted right next to my head, and I saw her swinging her left leg over to kneel over my face.

“Good morning,” Allie said. “I have a little surprise for you.”

“Umm,” I muttered. But it was too late. Allie was lowering her freshly fucked pussy onto my face.

“C’mon…this is what you want,” she said.

I looked up at my hot wife, with her huge tits hanging above me, as she pushed her wet, sloppy creampie on to my waiting face. The first drops of her lover’s cum started to drip onto my lips and into my mouth.

It’s amazing the things that go through your head at a time like that. The first thing I thought was, “how did she manage to get home with the bulk of his load inside her?” I didn’t think about it long though, as her juices and Mark’s cum started to trickle into my mouth–the latter at an alarming rate. I thought that he must have had a big load saved up for her, because I was taken aback by how much there was.

Allie started grinding her pussy on my face and I flicked her clit back and forth as much as I could–there just wasn’t much room with her bearing down on me like she was. Now and then, I’d have to gasp for a quick breath.

“Fucking clean it up, David. Clean my fucking pussy. Do it!” She doesn’t talk like that unless she’s really turned on and close.

Finally, she cupped both of her breasts, threw her head back and started to cum. Her pussy was throbbing, and I gulped down their combined juices as fast I could, as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her.

I squeezed my eyes shut as she bucked up and down on my face. When her orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes to see her sending a text message on her phone.

“Who are you texting?” I knew, but asked anyway.

“Mark.”

“How come?” I asked.

“To let him know you did it,” she said.

Update: Allie playing at home

Here’s a short update to my previous post. While I was getting ready to leave the office to head home this evening, Allie sent me a few choice text pages.

06:10 pm:  forget something?

06:16 pm:  think you're pretty sneaky huh?

News alert: Allie playing at home

I came home from work today for a quick, unannounced lunch break. I only had about thirty minutes before I needed to be back at work for a series of meetings. I walked in the house and immediately could tell that something was slightly amiss. You know the feeling that something is different, but you can’t quite put your finger on it?

Allie was nowhere to be seen downstairs, but I knew she was home (her car was in the driveway). I thought I’d take a quick look upstairs to see what she was up to before heading to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

Halfway up the steps, the suspicion I’d had for a few weeks now was confirmed. I could hear Allie’s erotic panting in the bedroom and I knew it wasn’t a vibrator she was playing with. She had a visitor, in our bed even!

The bedroom door was slightly cracked open. I tiptoed as quietly as I could to get a view of the action, without giving away my presence.

Allie was flat on her back with her legs almost straight up in the air, draped over her boyfriend’s shoulders. He was slamming his cock into her, grunting with each and every thrust. His hands were around her thighs, and he pulled her into him on each stroke.

His back was to me. I could see his heavy nuts slapping against her raised ass. Sweat was dripping down both of them, and the smell of sex was in the air–even in the doorway where I stood.

Allie started clawing at the sheets on the bed–she was cumming! I wondered how many times had she gotten off already? I glanced at the floor–there were two used condom wrappers at the foot of the bed. So, he’s been in her at least twice, I thought.

I knew I couldn’t stand in the doorway for long, or stay in the house at all for that matter, without getting caught. So, I backtracked as softly as I could back down the stairs, out of the house and back into my car. I hightailed it out of there, to let Allie have her secret fun in private.

Pulling into the parking garage at work, I immediately realized that I left my backpack in the entryway at home. She’ll know that I was there–because she distinctly saw me leave with it on my way to work this morning.

More updates later when I get home.

A little text messaging

Allie and I text page each other a lot. It’s amazing how much can be said in such a short, succinct message. Here are the text messages I received from Allie last night while she was out on a date with a new man. We decided that this would be a great way to keep me updated on their “progress” since I wasn’t there.

08:21 pm:  dinner was good. cute.
we're going to check out a club

08:32 pm:  in traffic following him

09:47 pm:  he's not the best dancer. cute though.

10:09 pm:  mind if I make out with him? LOL

10:41 pm:  we're going back to his place.

10:55 pm:  standing at valet parking

11:01 pm:  maybe you shouldnt wait up.  ;)
you can if you want.

11:59 pm:  hes fucking me

12:17 am:  he's big

01:31 am:  hes in me again. more doggie style

02:45 am:  still up? on way home. cu in a minit

02:48 am:  got a surprise for you ;)

Hotwife voice mail

This is very similar to my recent magic words interest, but doesn’t really count because it came from Allie as a voice mail on my cell phone:

Ummmm…David honey…do you think you could…ohhhh…stop someplace on your….ohhhh…yeah….way home from the airport…ohhhh…yessssssss…and…oh god…mmmmm…pick up some condoms? Ohhhhh…we just…oh fuck…we just ran out…mmmmm…” (click)

Trust me. This is defintely the kind of message you want to get from your hotwife when you’re traveling on business. My cock sprang to attention right in the middle of an important meeting, and I couldn’t think about anything else.