HOTWIFE | RECLAIMING | EROTICA

“You smell like him.” While my husband waited at home, I’d been filled by another man. Now, it was time to be reclaimed.

Dilana Rose

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Feb 8, 2024

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“You smell like him.” My husband met me at our front door in his flannel shirt and boxers. To other women, he wasn’t much to look at. But to me, he was my king awaiting the return of his troops.

Or, in this case, my stag husband awaiting the return of his slut hotwife.

“You smell like a man who needs to cum.” I said, prepared to drop to my knees right here and to hell what the neighbors thought.

Except, he held me up by my chin, rotating my face as if to inspect me for damage. “Did he please you?”

“Yes.” I would only give my husband details if he asked. It would be enough for him to search my body for the promised love bite. It had become our private game. I had to encourage each bull to leave one mark — but not anywhere obvious. They thought I’d be punished if my husband found it.

I knew differently.

I knew my husband wouldn’t let me cum until he found my lover’s mark. Until then, he would be demanding, unleash his jealousy, and punish me for the joy of being fucked by another man.

“How many times did he fuck you?”

“Twice.”

“Where did he cum?”

“You’re a smart man, you’ll figure it out.” I had tried holding two loads of cum inside my pussy, squeezing my muscles until they ached, but already I could feel the warmth ooze down my thighs.

He ripped open my shirt dress, sending buttons flying across the foyer and leaving me naked in the doorway. I stared at him, desperate to please, desperate to be reclaimed.

“I asked you a question.” He refused to look at me with warmth until I’d been fully reclaimed. It hurt, but I understood. My husband both loved and hated sharing his wife. If I wanted to be shared, I needed to work hard at being reclaimed. “Where did he cum?”

“It’s dripping out of me,” I admitted, feeling the trickle become a flood down my thighs. “I wanted to be wet…