20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  Todd cleared his throat and said, “I’m not sure I want to watch that … again.”

  “Do it for me,” she said.

  Todd sighed. “Okay.”

  Her phone rang and she picked up.

  Hal on the other end said, “Are you with him now?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  Hal said, “I have a copy for you and the extra. Do you want me to go ahead and leak it in the next few days like we planned?”

  “That will be fine.”

  Hal said, “We’ll work out the press stuff and outrage, so no one knows we did it on purpose. It will be good publicity for our movie. I wasn’t expecting to be staring in it, but when Todd petered out, I knew we needed to change the plan.”

  “Good,” Steph said.

  Hal laughed and said, “Is Todd going to lose it when this goes public?”

  “It will be fine. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  Steph hung up.

  “Who was it?” Todd asked.

  Steph smiled and said, “An audition. We have good things coming up in our future.”

  Todd nodded, but kept his eyes forward as he drove.

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  Story Nine

  Chapter One

  I stood in profile at the window looking out and seeing the day begin with those responsible for cleaning up the city getting an early start. The telltale noise of the garbage truck had been the first thing to awaken me from a deep and blissful slumber.

  The man sleeping in my bed had passed out after indulging a little too much. We were celebrating his promotion and things slowly became awkward between us. I wasn’t really attracted to him, but the liquor running through my veins made me susceptible to his advances. The smell of the alcohol and the way that he tried to paw me gave me a reason to reconsider. The sweet relief of his mouth had satisfied any need to do anything more.

  Owen looked like a peaceful angel lying with the sheet exposing half of his body. It wasn’t the half that I was interested in. He was in good shape and his blond hair gave him the air of a surfer boy ready for the next wave.

  “I don’t know what you’re looking at, but I must look a fright.” Owen was vain and his appearance took precedence over anything else.

  “God forbid one hair is out of place.” I had a bit of modesty and was hiding my shame with a blood red robe.

  It wasn’t lost on me the way that he was traveling his eyes up and down my body in a less than subtle fashion.

  “You know that I’m not my best in the morning. I need a shower and a cup of coffee intravenously connected to my vein, not in any particular order. Do you want to talk about what happened last night between us? I don’t remember much through the haze of the many cosmopolitans. You really do know how to make them strong enough to knock me on my ass.” He stretched and the sheet moved down to reveal the railroad tracks of his abdominals. This man was obsessed with his appearance and there was no denying the results.

  “I really don’t think we need to revisit what happened last night. The one thing I do need to mention is that your tongue is nothing short than a miracle given to you by God himself.” The way that he had consumed me under the influence was a 3-hour exploration of my naughty parts.

  I didn’t get a chance to see him in the buff and he passed out before I was obligated to reciprocate.

  “You make me blush, but it’s not like I haven’t heard it before. I remember the taste of you on my lips and I would be happy to repeat the performance at a later date. I have an early morning meeting at the office and I don’t want to give the partners any reason to regret giving me a partnership.” Owen was quite adventurous and we had met bungee jumping screaming at the top of our lungs.

  “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t really get to see much last night. Do you think it might be inappropriate to ask you for a sneak peek?” I was grinning like an idiot and this time he wasn’t a drunken fool looking to get into my pants.

  “I suppose it’s only fair considering I got intimately acquainted with kitty.” She was purring and quite happy with his undivided attention.

  I waited with bated breath and he purposely lowered the sheet an inch at a time. I never blinked and my finger was curling in my dark hair nervously awaiting the big reveal.

  “I’ve always believed that life is a mystery and each day is a blessing every time we open our eyes. I heard your voice crying out in the night and I don’t think that I will ever forget the way that your face contorted into a mask of undeniable pleasure.” He was still talking and moving the sheet to where the object of my curiosity was waiting for my eager eyes.

  “Stop and I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to do this. We’re still friends and there’s no reason for us to ruin it by doing something as unseemly as getting naked in front of each other. I’m one to talk and it didn’t take much after a few sips of champagne to loosen my lips and my legs.” I didn’t like how he behaved after he had given me one too many orgasms in a row.

  “I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t mind showing off. I have a good body and I don’t mean to brag, but my endowment is slightly more than average.” I had seen him when he was excited last night stretching down the left side of his pants.

  “You do have me at a loss for words and I suppose there’s nothing wrong with seeing it.” I watched a smirk crease across his face and then he was lowering it the rest of the way.

  “I would say from the way that your mouth is wide open that you see something you like. Come take a closer look and some objects may appear bigger than you might think.” I had estimated his size at 8 inches, but that was being conservative.

  “I don’t know how you get me to do these things. This is the first time that we have even made the leap from friendship to something more. You know my track record with men. I would gladly take back my virginity if I could.” I sat on the bed and saw it flex when my hand got a little bit too close for comfort.

  “I don’t know how many times I’ve had to talk you off the ledge of doing something remarkably stupid. I told you the guy at the copy shop was bad news.” The guy at the copy shop tried to inhale my mouth when we kissed. It was a major turn off. I couldn’t begin to take him for a test drive in the bedroom.

  “I think we bring the worst out of each other and maybe the best at the same time.” I was consciously aware that my hand was touching his naked thigh. There were only a few inches more and I would’ve been touching him inappropriately.

  “I don’t know what the big deal is and you would think it was a good thing that we have somebody on the side when we need it. I enjoy going down on a woman and I don’t have to worry about the insanity of dating to get a taste.” His hand grabbed my wrist and I gasped when I felt the heat of his column touching my fingertips.

  “It’s… so much bigger than I even imagined.” I wasn’t even looking at him and I was concentrating on the crisscross of veins down the length of those inches.

  “You have small fingers and maybe that has something to do with it.” He was trying to be bashful but was failing miserably.

  “I can’t seem to take my eyes or my hands away from it.” There was already evidence of his arousal seeping from the eye of the storm.

  I could easily coax more out by squeezing. The grunt of his reply only made me that much more anxious to see him shoot into the air.

  “I love the way that feels and there’s no reason for you to stop. Do whatever you feel comfortable doing.” I drooled hot spit from my mouth watching as it traveled down over the flesh of his persuasion.

  The slippery feel of my fingers was working him into a lather. He wasn’t rushing
or giving the indication this was going to turn into anything more than a hand job. He was stroking through my fist and holding my wrist at the same time.

  “I have to say doing what I want without any expectations is appealing. Guys could take a page from your book if they expect to get anywhere with a woman. You are really leaking like a faucet.” The vein pumping against my fingers was leaving me on the edge of my seat.

  “I heard through the Grapevine…there’s a class that you should really consider taking. I don’t know how I’m even speaking with what you are doing to me. It’s such a slow and gradual climb that it’s almost maddening. Don’t get me wrong, I really need this and having it done by a friend is such a taboo notion.” I was really taking my time and the look on his face was causing me to act like an impish vixen.

  “I seem to recall you saying that you needed to get an early start. We should finish this and it’s already been 20-minutes.” Time meant nothing and my pace quickened until the bursting dam of his orgasm shot into the air at least 4 feet. It came down splattering my hand and his body at the same time.

  Tossing the sheets off, he ran into the bathroom and closed the door with the shower being turned on within minutes of him entering. I looked at the mess on my hands and I brought it closer to my mouth, but I couldn’t bring myself to taste my best friend.

  Chapter Two

  I was standing at the window watching him give one of the students a hands on approach. He moved his fingers along hers and the expression on her face told me there was no way that I was leaving until I signed up for his class.

  He greeted me with a handshake and his hand enveloped my tiny fingers.

  “It’s always nice to see fresh blood. We don’t stand on ceremony around here. Come in and put on a smock because you are going to get messy. I hate to mention gratuity, but I don’t do this for free.” Billy was the instructor and the gray along his temples gave him a distinguished look of sophistication and experience.

  The black T shirt stretching over his chest was barely able to contain his muscular physique. The short black hair was a uniform cut, but it was his dark blue eyes that bore through to my very soul. He stood over 6 feet tall and had to be at least 200 pounds of solid muscle if what I was seeing bulging along his arms was any indication.

  “I don’t know how long I’m staying. It depends on how much fun this is to continue with the next lessons.” I was daring him to make it worth my while to spend my hard earned cash on his class.

  “I’ve never had any complaints. This is a sensual art and one that should be experienced by everyone at least once in their lifetime. Let me show you what I mean. I can’t even begin to describe to you how it feels without you doing it yourself.” He grabbed my hand and I felt like he was taking advantage of me.

  I wore a tasteful blue blouse with an accompanying black leather skirt with risqué lingerie underneath. It made me feel decadent with a wild and untamed spirit.

  I sat down and there was wet clay right in front of me. It was turning quickly to the naked eye and then he was sitting behind me with his hands draped over my breasts. There was a moment where I couldn’t breathe and his hands moved slowly and with purpose up along my arms. He rolled up my sleeves, touching the bare skin and sending these electric charges of electricity through my lower limbs.

  “I doubt you give this kind of personal attention to everyone taking your class. If I were to venture a guess, I would have to say the female equation gets more of your time. It’s a little sexist, but it does feel like I’m in capable hands.” He added more water to the mixture and I found myself mesmerized by several different shapes molded to our combined touch in front of me.

  “I give women the freedom to express themselves and then send them home to their significant other. I don’t see a ring on your finger. Sleeping with a married woman only leads to unnecessary drama.” The temptation was all around him and out of the corner of my eye I could see jealousy creeping up into their bones.

  “I would gather the husbands and boyfriends have you to thank for their loved ones coming home in the mood for love. I don’t have any such entanglements. There’s nobody waiting for me at home in my cold and empty bed.” Last night and this morning with Owen was something I was hard pressed to repeat. In the cold light of reality, it seemed more important to keep our friendship alive.

  “I would say that was sad, but there are many in your same position. I’ve been in the position of being with a few available women in my day. In some small part, I believe my passion for this art is the reason why I get my fair share. It’s not uncommon to find a woman at my doorstep at midnight looking for a booty call.” There was a catch in my throat and I had to push my legs together to prevent him from seeing the excitement trailing down the inside of my left thigh.

  “I’ve been with men and most times they are about their own pleasure.” I was using him and his biased opinion about the opposite sex. It was always a good thing to get the perspective from the other half of the population.

  “They don’t know how to treat a woman with kindness and a gentle touch. I do my best to give the woman a reason to come back for seconds. Oral persuasion is something I strive for and I have learned from trial and error what works.” I had never had an affair with a teacher, but I could seriously see myself doing some after-hours research.

  “I’m worried what you’re saying is your way of getting into my pants. It could also be an effort to keep me in your class on false pretenses.” He leaned a little closer and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck sending a shiver down my spine.

  “Stick around after class and I might be able to persuade you differently. There’s not one here that isn’t sporting an engagement ring or wedding ring. There is one, but her attitude is more to please the feminine form.” I had a feeling I already knew who he was talking about by her short hair and the way she was looking around at every other female licking her lips.

  “I’m not buying this act and I’m calling your bluff.” His hot breath was suddenly followed by the tip of his tongue.

  I was sitting at the back of the class and nobody had witnessed this exchange.

  “I’m sure there’s a way for me to make you a believer. I would really like to get to know you better intimately inside and out. I can curl your toes and make you cum with quite the intensity. I pride myself on finding those hidden little gems on a woman’s body to have her screaming my name.” I had no doubt he believed what he was saying, but I had yet to see any kind of proof one way or the other.

  “You talk a good game, but can you back it up with action.” The class was ending and I had arrived at the last few minutes.

  He excused himself and went to glad hand his clients. They were showing signs of arousal with their breasts on display and the nipples cutting a hole through whatever fabric was preventing them from seeing daylight.

  The lesbian of the group had already found a willing victim and it didn’t seem to matter to her that she was wearing a wedding ring.

  Sitting there stewing in my own juices was keeping me on a low simmer until he returned. I thought that he would make a sales pitch and show off his body to make me lose my train of thought.

  “Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” He was once again behind me and this time there was no hesitation when he ripped open my blouse.

  It was such a departure from his usual gentle approach. I was caught off guard. He was biting my neck and grazing the palms of his hands over my nipples. The stool spun until I was facing him.

  Billy was standing at full attention and the bulge was similar to the one that I had seen in the morning. This was my chance to delve into a work of art sculpted from the hands of God himself. I was eye level with his crotch and he was the one pulling down the zipper on his tight wrangler jeans.

  “I don’t even know what to do with my hands.” He smiled wickedly sweet and I could tell there was more going on upstairs concerning my sexuality.

  “I�
��m not really interested in your hands at the moment.” He snaked his hand into the opening and pulled back a python capable of spitting white hot venom.

  “You’re obviously very excited and I hope you don’t think that means you’re going to get something. I’m curious to learn more, but art inspiration comes when you least expect it.” He looked confused until I took a fistful of mud and began to slather it all over his appendage.

  “I’ve never had a woman do this to me before, but I have thought about it often enough.” I was using both hands and some of the mud was splattering into my hair and my face. It was a painful reminder of how nasty a man could get when he was about to lose control of his libido.

  My labia were sticking to my panties which were taking on the appearance of floss between my cheeks. I was enjoying getting my hands dirty and feeling the heated length of his manhood. I heard his strangled breath and I looked up to see him staring at me.