I’ve started writing some erotica. I haven’t gotten very far..

I’ve started writing some erotica. I haven’t gotten very far yet, but here’s the start of it..

The Hotwife.

It’s dark outside. Cold. I can see the rain hitting the windows of the taxi as it drives me across the sleeping city. The streetlights reflect orange in the wet pavements, and occasional people scurry through the night, heads down against the weather.

I adjust my olive green trenchcoat to better hide my black lace stocking tops. I don’t want the taxi driver to know too much, after my husband delivered me in to this cab with a deep kiss. I could feel his tension and excitement as he kissed me, the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip as he held my body.

He’d been hard for an hour, or so it seemed, as he watched me dress, sliding in to my black and red lingerie with the waspie style suspenders and gold jewellery. My husband wasn’t benefiting from these preparations though - not tonight. I applied a spritz of my favourite perfume to my neck and wrists, a swipe of red lipstick to complete the look. Then it was on with my coat, and out in to the waiting car.

We were nearly there. My destination. As the butterflies built in my belly, I thought of what awaited me. This was to be my first hotwife date. We’d played before with the concept, had threesomes and the like. But this was my first true solo adventure with a man who wasn’t my husband. I’d met him before, in a bar. My husband at the next table, where he could hear and see all that passed between us. It was an intense evening, that passed quickly and ended with a passionate kiss that made me wet just to remember. I was excited to see where tonight would take me.

We pulled up outside a house. In the dark evening there was nothing particularly special about the house but the light was on in the living room, and a silhouette could be seen moving around behind the curtains.

I opened the door of the taxi, and swung my legs out of the door. As I did so, I noticed the taxi drivers eyes widen. Obviously didn’t quite keep my legs together well enough. Oh well. I hope he enjoyed his eyeful of my lingerie. I paid the driver, doing my best to ignore his lascivious eyes over my body, and turned to face the house.
As I walked down the path, I felt the smoothness of my inner thighs gliding against each other. My heart was pounding in my ears. My mouth was dry, but my panties were becoming very wet. The thought of fucking this man, my first new man in over 10 years.. was intoxicating. I breathed in deeply. I could smell my own arousal, mixed with perfume.

I knocked on the door. No turning back now.