When Husbands Travel The Wives Will Play

Chasing Escape

I love my husband, and I enjoy being married.  However, my girlfriends and I agree, there’s something so exhilarating, a feeling so remarkably thrilling when husbands travel.  It’s like slipping out of one life and into another.  Someone who doesn’t fold laundry on Sundays.  Or start polite conversations with the neighbors.  But rather cock hungry milfs, who enjoy staying out until sunrise.  I love collecting phone numbers I’ll never call, going out with my slutty friends, wearing dresses that accentuate my assets, painting my lips in shades of danger and having a few more drinks than usual.

Trolling For Cock – When Husbands Travel

The bar downtown was loud, thick with music and bad decisions.  I usually went alone, but this time I was meeting my sluttiest friend, Shannon.  Her husband was also away on business.  There was a bartender, Leo who knew my game.  He never asked too many questions.  Just poured the bourbon and kept my secrets.  I drew stares as I walked in.  Some nights I would come here alone.  Some nights, I would dance.  And some nights I’d leave with someone whose name I couldn’t remember by morning.

Shannon arrived late.  Dressed in a skin tight black leather mini skirt and stilettos so high they made her legs look like weapons.  “Is this what happens when husbands travel”?  Leo asked half smirking as Shannon sat down beside me.

Looking For Action – When husbands Travel

We were catching up when we heard a deep voice through the music.  “Hello my name is Trey, how are you lovely ladies enjoying your night so far?” Shannon and I beamed with smiles, this was the best part of when husbands travel.  Flirting away the evening, we met in the ladies room to powder our noses and discuss where the evening was taking us.  I didn’t think too much about it when Shannon suggested her place.  After all, when husbands travel what woman doesn’t enjoy getting plowed in the comfort of her own home?

The chemistry was undeniable.  Trey was the hottest naked man I had ever seen. I go both ways, so Shannon and I had enjoyed multiple trysts,  so I knew what a treat this would be. We had our own little set of rules when husbands travel.  We never slept with the same man twice.  It was about allure, mystery, lust.  Something  marriage had slowly sucked out of us.  This is who we are no one is watching.

Monday Comes Quickly, Let’s Get Busy – When Husbands Travel

Pulling out her favorite vibrator, Shannon began rubbing it up and down my inner thigh under my skirt.  Then kissing down my hips to my thighs and back up again.  She began to lightly suck my inside thigh next to my pussy.  She placed her mouth over my entire vagina and started to blow hot breath softly.  Then pressing her tongue to my clit, I couldn’t help pushing my pussy to her.  I began to softly thrust my hips.  Moving in behind her, Trey pulled her skirt up and smacked her ass cheek playfully before unzipping his pants and releasing his monster of a cock.

Shannon’s eyes rolled back in her head as his massive meat found its way inside her pink folds of flesh.  He was pumping her so hard I feared she might bite my clit.  I wriggled my body from under her and assumed the position alongside her.  Begging him to vacillate his cock between us, pounding our vaginas as she and I made out.  Trey was on the verge of the exploding as she and I  then began devouring his giant throbbing cock.  Licking, sucking, and slurping every last drop of his load like we were starving for it.

The following morning over brunch, the laughter bubbled up like champagne in our glasses as we reminisced over the fun we always have when husbands travel.

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