20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  Mike laughed. “No, not at all. I mean, not right now. I know how much your career means to you, and you do have a long road ahead and I don’t want to complicate that for you. And honestly, I’m still light years away from retirement and years away from wanting to deal with a child. I only brought it up because you seemed so quiet tonight so I thought it might have something to do with the whole Sarah being pregnant thing.”

  Amused and relieved Claire shook her head and said, “No. I…” I had an affair today. The thought sent a lancet of guilt into her body but with it came a fresh burst of desire. Paula had made her feel wanton and wicked and ever so sexy and nasty, all in the best way possible. She’d not been that wet or eager in so long. She finished, “I was just thinking how little I like their dinner parties. Oh God, did I just say that aloud?”

  She had, but at least she hadn’t told him about her encounter with Paula. More guilt surged in. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to be utterly honest with him, and to let him into her most closely guarded secrets but she couldn’t.

  Mike said, “I know, right? If he wasn’t such a good friend I would have stopped going long ago.”

  She blinked. Had Mike just agreed that the Walters threw the worst dinner parties ever? She gaped at him and she said, “I’m sorry if that was rude.”

  Mike said, easily, “No, it isn’t. To be honest a lot of people that used to go don’t go anymore. They’ve had all they could take. I feel really guilty because we throw so few dinner parties and I always feel like I owe them an invitation because we always go to theirs. “

  She sighed, “Well, we can throw a dinner party next week, say Wednesday? I could hire a caterer to make it easier on both of us, and we could end it early. Then never accept another invitation.”

  Mike chuckled. “That sounds about perfect. I am so sorry. I thought you enjoyed the dinner parties, and I go because I feel bad about saying no to them. Maybe we should discuss things better. Honesty is always the best policy I suppose.”

  Her face burned. The dimness of the car hid that color and she was grateful. He was right, honesty was the best policy, but how could she tell him that he was enough, and that she loved him but that she wanted something else too?

  ***

  The next afternoon Claire sat at her desk, staring at the slip of paper that had Paula’s number written on it. She should throw it away, and never look at it ever again. She should simply forget it had ever happened, and pretend like it hadn’t.

  She sighed and balled the paper up, meaning to toss it into the nearby wastebasket but she couldn’t.

  She smoothed the paper out and stared at it, her lips compressing. It would be so easy to throw it away. It would be even easier to call Paula.

  Her eyes closed and an image of Paula, her strong lean body outlined by that dark blue uniform, surfaced, making her feel incredibly hot all over again.

  Her eyes fell on a small framed photograph of Mike and she gulped. Her mind seesawed back and forth and her emotions did too. She loved him so very much and she didn’t want to lose him.

  He’d never know. He would think that Paula was just a friend. He had no reason to suspect, and she could be very careful. She’d never neglect him. She loved him and she would never leave him. She didn’t want Paula forever; she just wanted her for now.

  But what did Paula want? Would she be problematic if she had to break it off?

  She picked up her office phone and dialed the number. Paula answered on the third ring and she said, breathlessly, “I want to see you again but I don’t want to lose my husband.”

  Paula chuckled, a rich warm sound that sent little shivers down Claire’s spine. “I don’t want to lose my job. It’s still very much don’t ask, don’t tell, and the truth is, I’m bi not a lesbian, and I like men. I don’t want to get tangled up in a relationship that is solely between two women. In fact, I don’t really even want a relationship. I just want to have a little fun, and a lot of sex.”

  Claire let out a long breath, “That’s what I want too.”

  Paula said, “Good. What are you doing for lunch today?”

  Claire knew she should say she had changed her mind, that she couldn’t do this. That the cost might be too high, and she couldn’t afford it. But she couldn’t do that, her need was far too great. It was far too huge and heated and she wanted to be with her, to feel her mouth on hers, and on her body. She wanted to touch her and taste her. She wanted to feel Paula’s body pressed against hers in a passionate clinch.

  “You, I hope,” she said with a smile.

  ***

  Claire spent the next few weeks in a dizzying whirl of guilt, sexual satisfaction, fear, and exhilaration. She didn’t know how to handle all of those things, but she knew she didn’t want them to stop either. She couldn’t stand the idea of not having Paula.

  Paula was wild and sexually adventurous, apt to break out a toy, or a hank of rope. She’d once made Claire stay perfectly still while she held a vibrator to her clit and stuffed an enormous dildo into her pussy. Claire had come so much she’d almost fainted that day, and she was eager for more, and more.

  But it was becoming harder and harder to hide the affair, and she was sure Mike might have some idea of what was going on. He asked more questions than he normally did, and he seemed to watch her sometimes. She wasn’t sure if that was just her guilty conscience, or if he really did suspect but dread entered into that mix of emotions too.

  And she still couldn’t bear to break it off with Paula.

  Every time they were together they did something new and exciting. Paula had fucked her mouth, her pussy, and even her ass. Mike would never have considered that last and Claire had longed for it, and so often that the feeling of Paula sliding a cock deep into the walls had brought a satisfaction that was so deep and perfect she’d come before Paula had even finished that first smooth thrust into her body.

  She came home late one day, breathless and still glowing from a quickie with Paula to see Mike standing in the living room, a glass of Scotch in his hand. Her heart dropped into her belly. He rarely drank, and that he was meant something serious. She gulped and said, “Hey, Sweetheart.”

  He didn’t turn around. “You could have told me.”

  She blinked. Her heart dropped further, all the way down. She felt it fall. “Told you what?”

  “What’s going on with you, Claire? You’re late, and you’re not interested in sex lately. You’re absent, and not just physically. I want to think it’s nothing but it seems you have a friendship going on with a woman, that cop, and I need to know if that’s…I mean…are you meeting a man at her place?”

  Laughter spilled from her mouth. She cut it off quickly. “Oh, my God, no. No, Mike…” she moved toward him. She did love him, and she still wanted to be his wife. Her guilt had grown too huge and she needed to tell him. Would he still love her? She bit her lips and said, “I have been seeing someone but…but it’s her, not a man.”

  He spun around, shock making his mouth hang open. He blinked a few times and then he stuttered out, “You…you’re having sex with a woman? What?”

  She took a long breath, hoping to steady her nerves, “Yes, I am. I had…when I was in college I slept with a woman, or two. Um…anyway, I thought that was done and then I met Paula.”

  He set the glass on a nearby table. “Are you leaving me?”

  “No! I love you! This doesn’t have anything to do with you being a bad lover either, so don’t ask me that. It’s just that…well, I like it. Being with a woman. I still love being with you, having you make love to me. I just…I don’t know why I like it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out and I never meant to hurt you either.”

  He said, “Listen to me. I am angry at you. I’m angry because you could have told me and not left me hanging, trying to figure out if my wife, who I adore, was leaving me for…well, for a younger man. It has really been hard for me, very hard. I love you and I didn’t know how to fight for you. I mean…maybe I
still don’t know how. How do I fight another woman for the woman I love? I don’t even know if it would do any good either. Do you love her?”

  She shook her head, “Mike, I love you. I want you. I just like her. I…I didn’t really know that I’m bisexual. I figured I had just experimented in college, the same way so many do. I thought when I left college it would just vanish, and in a way it did. I mean I have never been attracted to another woman since college, until I met her. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I have tried really hard to stop but there’s a part of me that really needs having a woman I am attracted to make love to me, and let me make love to her.”

  He nodded, “Okay, but we need to come to an agreement.”

  She blinked, “I know. You want me to break it off and I will.”

  “No, I don’t want you to break it off.”

  His words left her staring in bemusement. “Huh?”

  “I don’t expect you to be without what you need, Claire. If you like making love to women you should be able to. But I want to know. I want to…well, I guess I don’t want to be lied to or ignored. In fact I know I don’t want that.”

  “That’s fair.”

  He said, “Would you think I was weird if I said that it sort of turns me on?”

  Her grin was gigantic, “No.”

  He grinned too. “It does. You fucking another woman.”

  He’d said fucking! Mike never used that word! Heat flushed across her body and she went to him, pulling him close. Their mouths met and he asked, “Did you just fuck her?”

  “She fucked me,” she muttered thickly. His hands went to her clothes and they hit the floor, leaving her naked and shivering with desire. Mike pushed her down on the floor, his mouth going right to her pussy.

  “She fucked this pussy?”

  His words drove her to new heights.

  “Yes,” she gasped out as his tongue found her clit, circled it, and then rubbed it in a maddening way.

  She came almost immediately and he moved upward and penetrated her, his hands fumbling his zipper down but not his pants. He fucked her hard - and fast, his hips banging into hers as he panted out, “Tell me how good it was.”

  “So good,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist.

  “I want to see it,” he panted into her ear. “I want to see her face in your pussy, and your tongue on hers.”

  More sensations shot through her body. “Oh, God!”

  The idea was so hot, so thrilling. So were the words he was panting into her ear. “I want to see you all spread out and coming, her tongue on your clit.”

  Her whole body shook. Her hands tangled into his hair and she gasped, her ass lifting higher in the air as he penetrated her even more deeply. Paula had made her come so hard but what Mike was doing to her right then was even hotter. He was making visuals rise up in her mind, and she was writhing and gasping with every thrust of his hard hot cock into her body.

  His body went rigid then limp as he came. Claire, stunned and shocked by the sudden fervor with which he’d made love to her, lay beneath him, an idea sparking into life. Paula was bisexual, and Mike was hot. Would they be willing…?

  She whispered, “She’s bi too, and she likes men. I’d love…” she stopped speaking.

  Mike looked at her, his eyes holding an expression of concern. “Did I just…I have wanted to do… you’ve always seemed rather fragile…I am a gentleman…”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God! I have wanted you to do that so long! You are a gentleman, and I love that about you, but you don’t have to always be a gentleman, and I don’t really mind it if you aren’t always a gentleman in bed.”

  His smile was radiant. “Can you imagine how much better our sex life would have been if we had just talked that out?”

  She laughed and snuggled even closer. “I can’t believe we never discussed it. And for the record, our sex life is good. I enjoy it and you.” She licked her lips and added, “If you meant what you said I could ask her if she would be willing to come and…let you watch.”

  Her breath caught. Mike’s grin was dazzling. His cock, pressed against her upper thigh, gave a hard throb as it stiffened again. “You don’t have to, but if you are willing I am too.”

  She smiled as she felt his dick stiffen yet again. “Oh, I am way more than willing,” she purred.

  ***

  Claire had asked Paula and to her joy Paula had been instantly approving. She had said she wanted to know what the boundaries were and so Claire had had a long discussion with Mike, which led them both to conclude that they were willing to do whatever Paula was comfortable with.

  Claire had spent the day in a bundle of nerves and anticipation. It was the weekend, and she knew that Mike was just as nervous when Paula showed up that evening.

  She wasn’t in uniform. Tonight she wore a form-fitting one piece suit that clung to her sexy and stunning body and accented her lean curves and the hue of her hair. She wore a dash of crimson lip stain, and she had added just a light dash of perfume as well, a subtly sweet scent.

  Claire wore a soft summer dress in a brilliant jade green. It clung to her body in all the right places and when Paula walked into the door and they hugged she saw their reflections in a nearby mirror and her heart beat faster than she had ever imagined that it could.

  Mike, impeccably dressed in a short-sleeved button down and slacks that showed off his taut and toned body, offered them both a drink. The evening had set in, and the very private backyard, lit with small lamps that outlined the walkway to the pool, was a lovely sight through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  Paula went to those windows and stood there. Claire saw the way that Mike’s eyes dropped to her tight and high ass, put on perfect display by the outfit that she wore. That outfit had a very clever zipper that ran from between her breasts to right between her buttocks.

  Mike swallowed hard and said, “Um…” he looked at Claire for help but she was just as stumped as he was. She had made love to both of them of course, and she knew them both but she had no idea of how to start things off here.

  Paula turned to face them and spoke, and there was a teasing note in her voice. She said, “You know, Mike, it has occurred to me that Claire and I have been very unfair to you. We didn’t include you at all. Now I am willing to make that better, but I think Claire needs a little lesson in how to be nice to you, and honest with you.”

  Claire gulped. Paula gave her a wicked grin and drifted toward Mike, her fingers going to the zipper of her outfit. It parted, inch by inch, to reveal glowing tanned skin and her firm breasts as well her narrow hips and her pussy, neatly covered by a trimmed thatch of curls.

  Mike swallowed so hard that Claire heard that swallow. Her heart knocked crazily as Paula reached him, pressed against him, and suddenly took his zipper in hand and tugged it down to release his stiff, long cock into the air.

  Mike grabbed her. Their mouths met. Desire washed over Claire and she whimpered but Paula broke the kiss off and said, “You, take off your clothes and sit right there. Don’t move.”

  Juices flowed out of Claire’s inner folds as she hastily did as Paula said. Paula took off her outfit and then she undressed Mike. She slid to her knees in front of him, her mouth going to his cock. Claire squirmed and writhed as Paula’s clever mouth sucked Mike’s cock down her throat, her eyes locked on Claire’s as she sucked that heavy and hard meat.

  Claire’s fingers moved down her nude body to her clit and she groaned as she rubbed her clit eagerly, still watching as Mike’s hands tangled into Paula’s hair and pulled her closer, impaling her on his cock. Her mouth opened wider and the sucking sounds grew very loud as her head bobbed up and down and her hand moved up and down his purple and pulsing shaft.

  Mike said, “Fuck yeah, suck it, suck my cock while she watches.”

  And more desire shot through Claire. To see him being pleasured was incredible.

  Paula continued to suck and lick at Mike’s cock for long minutes and Claire w
as trembling on the edge of orgasm as Paula suddenly broke it off and crawled over to where she sat. Her strong hands pushed Claire’s legs apart and her tongue went right to her clit, teasing her until her eyes rolled back in her head.

  Mike, standing beside her and watching raptly, stroked his cock with one hand and Claire had a sudden and almost violent need to feel his cock inside her, but more than that—she wanted him to fuck Paula.

  Paula pulled back just before she came, an impish look on her face. She lifted her ass higher in the air then said, “Make her watch you fuck me, Mike.”

  The words sent bolts of pleasure through Claire. Mike said, “Yes, hell yes.”

  He moved behind Paula and then he grasped her hips, thrusting forward and into her. Paula put her face back into Claire’s pussy and Claire. Looking down from her seat, saw Mike’s cock vanishing and reappearing between Paula’s rounded ass cheeks and smelled the scent of their sex rising in the air.