Kevin sat in the shadowed living room of their suburban home, the television’s faint drone fading against the pulse hammering in his veins. His wife, Moira, a voluptuous redhead with emerald eyes that pierced his core and a smile that set his blood on fire, was out with her lover, Derek. Their marriage thrived on the edge of Moira’s hotwife lifestyle, a dynamic that fueled Kevin’s desire with a potent mix of longing and surrender. Tonight, she’d return with a story, her body carrying the heat of another man, and the thought alone had his cock stirring, his skin prickling with a need that felt almost feral.
The clock struck midnight, and the front door eased open. Moira stepped inside, her auburn hair a wild cascade over her shoulders, glinting in the low light like embers. Her flushed cheeks betrayed the fire of recent pleasure, and her tight black dress clung to her curves—lush breasts, full hips, a body that begged to be touched. She held a small, plain box, her lips curling into a knowing, predatory smile as her eyes met Kevin’s, sparking with a promise that stole his breath.
“Missed me, love?” she purred, her voice a low, honeyed growl as she kicked off her heels, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. Her scent hit him—jasmine tangled with the musky heat of her arousal, potent and intoxicating, pulling at his core. His erection strained against his jeans, a dull ache mirroring the hunger in her gaze.
“More than you know,” he rasped, his voice thick, eyes flicking to the box, desire and curiosity twisting in his gut. “What’s that?”
Moira’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with a secret that quickened his pulse. “Patience,” she whispered, her voice a velvet caress sliding under his skin. “Let me tell you about my night.”
She sank onto the couch beside him, her thigh pressing against his, the heat of her body seeping through his clothes, igniting his nerves. Her touch was electric, her fingers grazing his arm, leaving a trail of fire. Her nipples pressed against her dress, hard and tempting, and Kevin’s gaze lingered, his mouth dry with want. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing, and began her story, each word dripping with fervent desire, pulling him into her world.
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Earlier that evening, Moira had stepped out of the elevator at Derek’s downtown apartment, her body humming with anticipation, her pussy already slick with need. She knocked, and Derek answered, shirtless, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest gleaming in the dim light. His dark eyes devoured her, tracing the way her dress hugged her curves, and a slow, hungry smile spread across his face.
“Fuck, Moira,” he growled, pulling her inside, the door closing with a soft thud that echoed her racing heartbeat. “You’re a goddamn vision.”
“Only for you,” she teased, pressing herself against him, her hands gliding over the heat of his skin, feeling the hard planes of his chest. The bulge in his jeans pressed against her, a promise of what was to come, and her body responded, her thighs slick with desire. Derek was thick, veined, with a slight curve that drove her wild, and tonight, she wanted more than just his cock—she wanted a piece of him to keep. She’d brought a kit to mold a dildo of his shaft, not for Kevin, but to sate her own hunger when Derek wasn’t there to fill her. The thought made her pulse throb, her pussy aching with need.
Derek’s brow arched when she pulled the molding kit from her purse, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “What’s this?” he asked, leaning against the counter, his jeans slung low, revealing the cut of his hips.
Moira stepped closer, her fingers trailing down his abdomen, lingering at his waistband. “Something to keep me satisfied when you’re not around,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I need you with me, always.”
His smirk was pure ego, his eyes darkening with desire. “Then let’s make it good,” he said, pulling her against him, his hands firm and possessive on her hips.
Their kiss was a clash of heat, his tongue claiming her mouth, tasting of whiskey and urgent want. Moira’s moan vibrated against his lips, her hands fumbling with his zipper, desperate to feel him. She sank to her knees, the hardwood cool against her skin, and freed his cock. It was heavy in her hands, already thickening, the veins prominent under her fingers. She traced them, feeling the pulse of his desire, her own body responding with a fresh wave of wetness. Looking up, her eyes locked with his, she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum, her pussy clenching at the flavor. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, savoring the weight, the heat, as she worked him slowly, her tongue swirling, teasing, drawing low groans from his throat. Her hands cupped his balls, feeling their warmth, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin as she sucked, her moans humming against his shaft.
“Fuck, Moira,” Derek growled, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her with a mix of restraint and urgency. She pulled back, a glistening thread of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her breath heavy with desire.
“Not yet,” she whispered, standing to grab the molding kit. Her hands trembled slightly as she mixed the powder with water, her pussy throbbing with need. Derek watched, his cock pulsing, as she coated her hands with the cool gel and wrapped them around his shaft, stroking slowly to keep him hard. The gel was cold, making him hiss, but her warm fingers kept him rigid, her touch a blend of purpose and seduction. She molded him carefully, capturing every detail—the thick ridge of his head, the curve of his shaft, the texture of his veins—her own arousal spiking at the intimacy of the act, her thighs slick with her juices.
As the mold set, Moira couldn’t resist indulging further. She knelt again, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his balls, her breath hot against him. She took one into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling over the warm, textured skin, savoring the musky taste and the way Derek’s body tensed, a low groan escaping him. Her hands rested on his thighs, feeling the muscles flex as she moved to the other, her lips and tongue working with slow, deliberate care, drawing out his pleasure while the gel hardened around his cock. The act was deeply intimate, her mouth worshipping him, her own arousal pooling between her thighs as she felt his pulse quicken under her touch.
“Jesus, Moira,” Derek rasped, his voice strained, his hands tightening in her hair as she sucked gently, her tongue teasing the sensitive seam. She smiled against him, relishing the power she held, knowing she was driving him wild while capturing his essence for her own pleasure.
Once the mold was complete, she carefully removed it, setting it aside to cure, her body screaming for release. She pushed Derek toward the bedroom, her hands shoving at his chest until he fell back onto the bed, his jeans still tangled around his thighs. Moira climbed over him, hiking up her dress to reveal her lacy black panties, soaked through with her arousal. She slid them aside, her fingers brushing her swollen clit, and positioned herself over his cock.
“Need you,” she breathed, her voice thick with urgency as she sank down onto him. The stretch was exquisite, his thick cock filling her, the curve hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Derek’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he met her movements, their rhythm primal, urgent. Moira’s moans filled the room, her breasts straining against her dress, her nipples aching. She braced her hands on his chest, her nails raking his skin, her clit grinding against him with every roll of her hips.
The air was thick with the sounds of their coupling—wet, rhythmic slaps, Moira’s breathy moans, Derek’s low grunts. She leaned forward, her hair a curtain around them, and kissed him, her tongue hungry, tasting his desire. His hands roamed, one cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric, the sharp sensation making her gasp. Her pussy clenched around him, her arousal dripping down his shaft, slicking his balls, making every thrust deeper, more intense.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Derek growled, his hips snapping harder, his cock hitting deep inside her. Moira’s climax built, a tight, burning coil, and when Derek’s thumb found her clit, she shattered, her body trembling, her pussy pulsing around him as she cried out. The sensation pushed Derek over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came, flooding her with hot, thick cum. Moira gasped, the warmth of his seed triggering another shuddering wave of pleasure, her body milking him as she rocked slowly, savoring every drop.
They lay there for a moment, breathless, bodies entwined, Derek’s hands roaming her curves with a possessive tenderness. But Moira’s hunger wasn’t sated. As she prepared to leave, gathering her purse and the cured mold, Derek’s eyes darkened with renewed desire. He stood, his jeans still unbuttoned, his cock already stirring again, and pulled her back to him, his grip firm but teasing.
“Not done with you yet,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he pressed her against the wall near the door, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body. Moira’s breath hitched, her body responding instantly, her pussy still slick with his cum and her arousal. He hiked her dress up again, his hands rough but deliberate, and slid her panties down, letting them pool at her ankles. His fingers brushed her swollen lips, finding her wet and ready, and he growled softly, his cock hardening fully against her thigh.
“Derek,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip. He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock filling her again, the sensation heightened by the cum already inside her, making every movement slick and intense. The angle was deeper this time, his thrusts harder, more urgent, as if claiming her one last time before she left. Moira’s back arched against the wall, her moans sharp and unrestrained, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her with a fervor that made her head spin. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the small entryway, wet and rhythmic, her pussy clenching around him, drawing him deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Derek grunted, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts relentless. Moira’s second climax built quickly, her body still sensitive from before, and when Derek’s fingers found her clit again, she came hard, her cries echoing as her pussy pulsed around him, pulling him over the edge. He came again, his cum mixing with the first load, filling her until it dripped down her thighs, warm and slick. She trembled, her body pressed against the wall, her breath ragged as Derek kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth one last time.
Finally, he pulled back, his eyes smoldering as he helped her straighten her dress, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Come back soon,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from her face. Moira smiled, her body still humming, the warmth of his cum inside her a potent reminder as she grabbed the mold and left, her mind already racing to Kevin waiting at home.
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Back in the present, Moira’s voice was husky, edged with need as she finished her story, her hand on Kevin’s thigh, where his erection strained, a hard, desperate pulse against his jeans. She could feel his heat, his hunger, and it fed her own, her body still thrumming from Derek’s double claim. She opened the box slowly, revealing the silicone dildo—a perfect replica of Derek’s cock, every vein and curve captured. Kevin’s eyes darkened, his breath catching, desire etched into every line of his face.
“Like it?” Moira asked, her fingers tracing the shaft, slow and deliberate, her touch charged with intent. “I want you to feel him, Kevin. Feel what he did to me—twice tonight.”
Kevin nodded, his need intense, overwhelming, his voice lost to the fire in his veins. Moira stood, her movements fluid, commanding, pulling him to his feet with a grip that was both gentle and unyielding. She led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying, the hem of her dress teasing the curve of her thigh. Kevin followed, his pulse hammering, his cock aching as they entered the bedroom, the air heavy with anticipation.
She pushed him onto the bed, her hands firm on his shoulders, and he sank into the mattress, his eyes locked on her. Moira stood at the bed’s edge, the lamplight casting shadows across her curves as she peeled off her dress, the fabric sliding down her body like a lover’s touch. Her naked form was breathtaking—full breasts with hard, rosy nipples, the soft swell of her belly, and her pussy, swollen and glistening, Derek’s cum still clinging to her lips, now doubled from their second encounter. Kevin’s breath hitched, his gaze ravenous, his cock throbbing painfully as he took her in, the sight of her dripping with another man’s seed intensifying his desire.
Moira climbed onto the bed, her movements slow, deliberate, a hunter closing in. She straddled his hips, not touching him yet, but close enough for him to feel her heat, to breathe in the potent scent of her arousal laced with Derek’s. “Watch me,” she murmured, her voice a low command as she took the dildo and pressed it to her entrance. Her eyes held his, fierce and unyielding, as she slid it inside herself, a soft moan escaping her lips. The silicone stretched her, Derek’s cum—fresh and thick from their second round—mixing with her juices, coating it in a slick, glistening sheen. Her hips rocked, slow and sensual, her breasts swaying, her breath hitching as she worked the dildo deeper, her pleasure vivid and unfiltered.
Kevin watched, his cock pulsing, her moans searing into him, each sound a reminder of her with Derek. She pulled the dildo free, holding it up, the surface slick with their combined essence, a tangible link to her lover. “This is him,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, her eyes burning. “This is what fucked me tonight—twice. And now it’s going to fuck you.”
Kevin’s heart thundered, his body trembling as Moira pushed his legs apart, her hands steady but charged with intent. She knelt between his thighs, her fingers trailing over his skin, igniting shivers. Using the wetness from her pussy, she teased his tight hole, circling it slowly, then easing a finger inside. Kevin gasped, the sensation intense, exposing, his cock twitching as she added another finger, stretching him with care but no hesitation. Moira’s touch was masterful, drawing out his need, her eyes drinking in his every reaction, her lips curving in satisfaction.
“So ready for this,” she murmured, her voice a seductive growl as she leaned down, her breath hot against his thigh. She kissed the sensitive skin, her lips lingering, teasing, inching closer to his aching cock but never touching it. Kevin groaned, his hips shifting, desperate, but Moira held control, relishing his hunger. She positioned the cum-slick dildo at his entrance, pausing to let the anticipation build, the weight of it pressing against him.
“Ready?” she asked, her voice a seductive challenge, her eyes daring him to give in completely.
“Yes,” Kevin rasped, his voice hoarse, his body taut, hands gripping the sheets.
Moira pushed the dildo in slowly, letting him feel every inch, the slickness of Derek’s cum and her juices easing the way. Kevin moaned, a deep, primal sound, his body yielding to the sensation as she worked it deeper, her rhythm steady, relentless. Her other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, her fingers slick with his precum, matching the dildo’s thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming, pleasure radiating from his core, his mind consumed by the vivid reality of Derek’s cum inside him, an echo of Moira’s double encounter.
“You feel that,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss him, her lips fierce, her tongue claiming his mouth in a kiss that burned. Kevin’s moans were swallowed by her, his hips bucking as the pleasure surged, each thrust of the dildo igniting his nerves. Moira pulled back, her lips hovering over his, her breath hot, her eyes blazing as she fucked him, her hand stroking his cock with agonizing precision.
Her pussy, still swollen and wet, radiated heat, the scent of her and Derek thick in the air, intensified by their second round. She shifted, straddling his chest, her thighs framing his head, her glistening pussy inches from his lips. “Taste me,” she commanded, lowering herself, her voice a fervent demand that sent a shiver through him.
Kevin’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer, his tongue darting out to meet her flesh. The taste hit him like a primal force—Moira’s sweet, familiar arousal mixed with the thick, musky saltiness of Derek’s cum, doubled now, warm and potent from their recent fuck. He groaned, the sound muffled against her, his tongue diving deeper, lapping at her folds with a hunger that felt almost animalistic. The flavor was overwhelming, a vivid blend of her sweetness and Derek’s masculine essence, coating his tongue, filling his senses. He explored her pussy, feeling the slick texture of her inner walls, the creamy thickness of Derek’s cum clinging to her, each lick pulling more of it into his mouth. The act was deeply intimate, a surrender to her desires and a connection to her lover, and Kevin lost himself in it, his moans vibrating against her as he savored every drop.
Moira moaned above him, her hips rocking, guiding his tongue to her most sensitive spots. “Yes,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him there. “Taste him, Kevin. Feel what he left in me—twice tonight.” Her words were a spark, igniting his desire, his cock throbbing as he licked deeper, his tongue swirling around her entrance, where the cum was thickest, sliding down his throat in a warm, creamy flood. He sucked gently, drawing out more, the salty, bitter edge mingling with her sweetness, driving him wild. His hands tightened on her thighs, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, pulling her closer, his face buried in her pussy, his tongue relentless, worshipping her, claiming the evidence of her pleasure with Derek.
Moira’s moans grew sharper, her body trembling as she ground against his face, her pussy hot and slick against his tongue. “You love this,” she breathed, her voice thick with pleasure. “Tasting him inside me, knowing he fucked me just hours ago, filled me twice.” She rocked harder, her clit pressing against his tongue, her thighs quivering as she chased her release. Kevin’s heart pounded, his senses consumed by the taste, the scent, the feel of her, the vivid reality of Derek’s cum amplifying his need, his mind ablaze with the intimacy of it all.
Her fingers worked the dildo, thrusting it deeper, stretching him, filling him with the echo of Derek’s cock. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her voice a low, teasing growl that set his nerves alight. “I’ve been dreaming of something wild,” she purred, her lips grazing his ear, her tone dripping with wicked intent. “What if I told Derek you know everything—how you’re burning for him, tasting him in me, feeling him inside you like this?” She paused, her hips grinding slower, drawing out the moment, her fingers tightening on his cock.
“Picture it, Kevin,” she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge, painting a vivid scene. “I’m sprawled in a chair, legs spread wide, my fingers deep in my pussy, dripping wet as I watch Derek take you. His strong hands grip your hips, bending you over, his thick cock sliding into you, stretching you wide, so much hotter, so much more real than this toy. I’d see your body shudder, your moans desperate as he fucks you deep, his muscles flexing with every thrust, his cock hitting every spot that makes you tremble. I’d watch your face, see the fire in your eyes, hear you gasp his name as he claims you. I’d be so turned on, Kevin, my pussy soaked, my breath catching, watching you take him better than I ever could. Could you do it, love? Could you fuck him so perfectly that he forgets my pussy entirely, chooses you over me? Show me up, make him yours while I watch, burning for you both?”
The provocative vision, delivered with her sultry voice and wicked smile, was a wildfire in Kevin’s mind. He saw it—Derek’s powerful frame above him, his cock thrusting deep, Moira lounging nearby, her fingers buried in her pussy, her eyes wide with arousal and a hint of playful jealousy. The thought of outdoing her, of claiming Derek’s attention in a way that left her breathless, was electrifying, pushing him to the edge, his body trembling with need.
Moira’s movements grew fiercer, her hand stroking his cock faster, her fingers slick with his precum, the dildo thrusting deeper, hitting that perfect spot. She leaned down, her lips at his ear, her voice a taunting whisper. “You see it, don’t you?” she breathed, her breath hot against his skin. “Me, watching you take him, my pussy aching as you fuck him better than I ever did. You’d make him forget me, wouldn’t you? Show me how you’d claim him, leave me begging to join in.” She nipped his earlobe, her teeth grazing his skin, sending a jolt through him. “Would you do it, Kevin? Fuck him so good I’m just a spectator?”
Kevin’s moans were desperate, his body arching as the pleasure consumed him, the taste of Derek’s cum and Moira’s pussy overwhelming, her vivid challenge searing into him. “Come for me,” she gasped, her own need peaking as she ground against his face, her thighs trembling. “Come while I fuck you with his cock, imagining you stealing him from me.”
Her words, thick with desire and challenge, paired with the taste of Derek’s cum, sent Kevin over the edge. His orgasm was a primal surge, his cock pulsing violently, spilling hot cum across his stomach, his body shaking with intense release. Moira followed, her thighs clamping around his head as she came, her cries sharp and wild, filling the room as her body shuddered.
They collapsed together, breathless, bodies pressed close, her skin warm and slick against his. She kissed him, slow and deep, tasting herself and Derek on his lips, a kiss that burned with love and mischief. Her fingers traced his chest, dipping into his cum, smearing it with a playful touch as she smiled, her eyes alight.
“My perfect boy,” she whispered, her voice thick with affection, her eyes gleaming with promise. “You felt that, didn’t you? The fire of it. Imagine if you take my challenge.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a soft, wicked promise. “I see it so clearly—Derek fucking you, me watching, burning for you both, maybe a little jealous as you make him mine. I’d be begging to join in, love.”
Kevin’s cock stirred faintly, his mind ablaze with her vision, the taste of Derek lingering on his tongue.
