Can I Fuck Him Bareback? Hotwife Creampied by Stranger – Sloppy Seconds MMF

Scene Overview
This raw British amateur video captures a genuine hotwife adventure in a mid-range hotel room. A married couple, clearly experienced swingers, have arranged a meet-up with a stranger they connected with online. The atmosphere is charged but everyday—cheap hotel bedding slightly rumpled, bedside lamp on, faint hum of the air con, and the wife’s nervous-excited giggles mixing with her husband’s encouraging murmurs.
It starts with casual chat on the bed: the wife in lingerie, husband in boxers, the stranger (fit, average-looking guy) still half-dressed. Tension builds fast as the wife asks her husband directly, “Can I fuck him bareback?” He nods, stroking himself while watching. What follows is unfiltered MMF action: the stranger takes her first, pounding her missionary and doggy while the husband films POV-style close-ups of her wet pussy taking bare cock. The stranger unloads a thick creampie inside her. Then comes the sloppy seconds—the husband slides into her cum-dripping hole, fucking her hard as she moans about how full and slippery she feels. There’s spitroast action too, with her sucking one while getting fucked by the other, ending in a second creampie from hubby. It’s messy, real, and full of that amateur thrill: heavy breathing, awkward position shifts, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, and the couple’s shared grins afterward. Perfect for fans of authentic wife-sharing, creampie cleanup vibes without actual cleanup, and British homemade swingers content.
Story Inspired by the Video
Sarah and Michael had been married twelve years. Most nights were the usual—tea on the couch, scrolling phones, maybe a quick shag if they weren’t too knackered from work. But tonight was different. They’d booked a Premier Inn two towns over, told the kids the grandparents were watching them, and invited a bloke named David they’d chatted with on a swinger app.
Sarah stood by the hotel window in her black lace set, fiddling with her hair. Michael sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers, already half-hard. The room smelled faintly of carpet cleaner and the Chinese takeaway they’d scoffed earlier.
David knocked. Average height, bit of stubble, jeans and a polo. He looked nervous but keen.
“Alright?” Michael said, shaking his hand like they were meeting for pints.
Sarah gave a shy smile. “Come in. Drink?”
They cracked open a couple of lagers from the minibar. Small talk about traffic, the weather, how weird it felt doing this in real life instead of just fantasising. Sarah sat between them on the bed. Her hand drifted to Michael’s thigh, then David’s.
After ten minutes of awkward flirting, Sarah looked at her husband. “You sure about this?”
Michael nodded. “Yeah. I want to see it.”
She turned to David. “Can I fuck him bareback?” Her voice was quiet but clear, the question hanging in the air.
Michael swallowed. “Yeah. Go on.”
David grinned. “Fuck yes.”
Clothes came off fast. Sarah’s bra hit the floor. David kicked his jeans away. Michael stayed sitting, cock out, stroking slowly.
Sarah climbed onto the bed on all fours. David got behind her, rubbing his cock along her slit. She was already soaked—hours of texting had done that. He pushed in slow at first, then deeper. Sarah gasped.
“God, he’s thick,” she muttered.
Michael watched, breathing heavy. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Full. Really full. Bare… feels so dirty.”
David gripped her hips and started thrusting properly. Skin slapped skin. The headboard banged the wall once—Sarah laughed nervously. “Shh, neighbours!”
They didn’t care long. David fucked her hard doggy, pulling her hair gently. Sarah moaned into the pillow. Michael moved closer, filming on his phone for later. Close-up of David’s cock sliding in and out, her pussy lips gripping him, getting shinier.
“Fuck, I’m close,” David grunted.
Sarah looked back at Michael. “He’s gonna cum in me. You okay?”
“Do it,” Michael said, voice rough.
David slammed in deep a few more times then groaned, holding still. Sarah whimpered as she felt the hot spurts. “Oh fuck… he’s cumming… so much…”
David pulled out slowly. Thick white cum oozed from her pussy, dripping onto the sheets. Sarah stayed on all fours, arse up, letting it leak.
Michael was on her in seconds. He rubbed his cock through the mess, then pushed inside. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room. Sarah moaned louder.
“Feel that? His cum all over your cock,” she panted.
“Yeah… fucking slippery. So hot.”
He fucked her fast, gripping her waist. David watched, stroking himself back to hardness. Sarah reached for him, pulling his cock into her mouth. Spitroast—husband pounding her from behind, stranger in her throat.
She gagged a little, saliva dripping. “Mmmph…”
Michael slapped her arse lightly. “You love this, don’t you? Two cocks.”
She pulled off David’s dick. “Fuck yes. Cum in me too. Fill me up again.”
David moved behind her next. No—he let Michael keep going. Michael sped up, balls slapping her clit. Sarah rubbed herself frantically.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped.
Michael felt her pussy clench. “Me too.”
He buried deep and unloaded, adding his load to the stranger’s. Sarah shuddered, legs shaking.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Cum leaked out as Michael pulled away. Sarah lay on her back, thighs sticky, grinning.
“Fuck… that was intense.”
David chuckled. “You two are mental. Good mental.”
Michael wiped sweat from his brow. “Worth it?”
Sarah kissed him. “Every second.”
David dressed first. “See you around?”
“Maybe,” Michael said with a wink.
Door clicked shut. Sarah and Michael looked at each other. The TV in the next room mumbled through the wall.
Sarah laughed. “We should probably shower. And check out in an hour.”
Michael pulled her close. “Five more minutes. Just like this.”
She snuggled in, cum still dripping slowly. The room smelled of sex and lager. Back to normal life soon—but tonight, they were anything but ordinary.