20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  Edmonton Percival Van Reagan, Lord of the entire Western Humpton County, stood before him with a large goblet of wine in one hand and a wickedly coiled whip of dark gleaming leather in the other. Behind him on a lavish couch sat a young woman dressed as a maid. She was rather pretty, blonde, blue eyed and pleasantly full of figure. But Gareth’s attention did not linger long on her; it went back to Van Reagan and the long whip that he held.

  “Very good.” The master of the house nodded. “Now tell me, did the Lady of the house pay you for assisting her back to the manor after she fell of her horse?”

  “I-I… no, I mean… yes, milord.” Gareth managed, fearing any moment now to face the wrath of the cuckolded man.

  “How much did she pay you?” Van Reagan suddenly looked very bored and dropped the whip to one side.

  “Uh… she.. er…” Gareth didn’t quite know what answer the man expected and he knew it best not to lie, though the truth could get him killed right there and then.

  “Not in gold then.” Van Reagan smiled and fished a hand into his pocket. He drew out a small leather pouch, bounced it on his palm a few times and tossed it at Gareth. “There, that should suffice… for now.”

  Gareth caught the pouch with trembling hands, looking at the man with confusion writ large on his face.

  “Now be gone, farm boy.” Van Reagan turned away from him and waved his hand. “You will be summoned when your services are further required.”

  Stunned by what had just happened, Gareth made his way out of the manor in a daze. He managed to find his way back to the little hut he lived in and sat down on the ground, his mind frantically trying to work out what had happened. Did the Lord of the manor pay him to fuck his wife, or was the payment for helping her back home earlier? Surely it was Van Reagan himself who stood by that open door as Gareth pleasured the Lady of the manor. And yet he rewarded him, instead of the punishment the kind of crime demanded. What Van Reagan really had in store for him, Gareth wondered, and an intense dread clawed its way into his heart.

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  The next day Gareth understood what the Lord had meant when he said that he would be summoned if his services would be needed further. He had been paid because he had been hired to do a job. He couldn’t believe it at first, but the pretty blonde maid standing outside his door couldn’t have made it plainer.

  “You are summoned, farmer.” She repeated impatiently. “Lord Van Reagan does not like to be kept waiting.”

  He stared at the young woman for a while. She was definitely younger than the Lady Van Reagan, at least by ten years. Her figure was tighter, she had firmer hips and her young breasts were more pert. He couldn’t help thinking about her naked, preferably with his cock buried in her pussy.

  “Are you done staring?” She asked him coldly.

  “Uh, yes... I mean no… I mean…” His face felt hot and flustered.

  “I know what you mean.” she suddenly giggled and turned around. “Follow me.”

  He didn’t really have to follow her. He knew quite well where to go. The Manor had always been there before his eyes for the entirety of his life. But yesterday was the first time he had been inside, and what a day that had been. He wondered if Lady Van Reagan would be there. It seemed her husband and she had some kind of arrangement that allowed them to fuck with younger people. And it was quite evident that this comely young maid was doing just that for the Lord, and with the Lady’s kind consent. That also explained why he was still walking and not lying dead somewhere with a pistil shot buried in his forehead.

  As he wondered about these wondrous things, the manor loomed up before them and the maid led him inside. In the large hall, the master of the house was waiting, dressed in a fine cut suit. And beside him, attired in only a housecoat stood his wife, the fiery redhead whom Gareth had lost his virginity to less than twenty four hours ago.

  “Ah, welcome back, dear farm boy.” Van Reagan said with an air of authority. “Rested well, I pray.”

  “I… yes, milord.” Gareth mumbled, trying hard to keep his eyes averted from the Lady of the manor.

  “I was well pleased by what you did yesterday, my young friend.” Van Reagan smiled at him. “And today I wish to witness with my own eyes of what I have been told … please me again and your rewards with be twofold.”

  Gareth blinked and stared at the Lord and Lady in turns. He also glanced at the maid as she silently stood behind the Lady Van Reagan.

  “What the Lord means to say, dear Gareth.” Cassandra Van Reagan looked at him with a warm smile. “Is that he wants you to fuck me with you big cock while he watches and gets himself off.”

  “Precisely.” Van Reagan added. “I prefer to watch rather than do. So, are you ready to put on a show for me, farm boy?”

  Gareth felt lightheaded. He wondered if he had heard correctly. This powerful man, this lord of the entire county, wanted to watch him have sex with his lady wife and then was going to pay him for it with gold. Yes, gold it was that he found in the pouch the lord and tossed over to him the day before, five freshly minted coins of gold with the good King Ferdinand’s profile embossed on them.

  “Come, come, my darling.” Cassandra Van Reagan walked up to him and took his arm. “The evening is young and we have to be done before supper.”

  “Indeed, we are to leave for the king’s castle early tomorrow.” Van Reagan said and led them towards what looked like a master bedroom made for kings.

  Gareth suddenly felt very frightened. It was one thing being seduced by an older woman and enjoying the pleasure she offered. But to have her husband, the high and mighty lord of the county, watching… now that was something he could never have dreamt of at all, even if he lived for a hundred years.

  Cassandra gave him a smoldering look and led him by the hand into the lavish bedroom. Van Reagan strode up to a large armchair that was facing the bed and sat himself down on it like a king would. The bed was a plush oversized affair, decked with pillows and cushions of all manner and colors. The redheaded Lady of the manor untied her robe and let if fall to the carpeted floor. She stood there before him in all her ripe sensual nakedness. Instantly Gareth felt his cock begin to rise and push against his tight breeches.

  “Oh, look.” Cassandra pointed with wide eyed wonder. “Our mighty stallion rears. Shall I set it free for a good riding, my lord?”

  “Yes, you may, my dear lady.” Her husband said in a throaty voice. “But first you must restrain its master.”

  Gareth didn’t quite understand what the lord of the manor meant by that. He couldn’t really care, all he wanted was another night of pleasure with the woman who filled his every waking thought and his dreams. He was thrilled at her touch as she stripped him of his clothes. Naked now and his cock standing at full attention, all nine inches of it, he thrust his hips forward. She smiled at him and pushed him down on the bed. Gareth enjoyed the freefall backward and sank into the soft yielding pillows with ecstatic fervor as his cock slapped against his belly and then shot back upright.

  Cassandra caressed his bare hairless chest and then gently ran her hands over his arm all the way to this wrist, slowly stretching his arm up to the bed post. She did something and he heard a click, he didn’t focus on what it was, his eyes were mesmerized by her pendulous breasts swaying over his bemused face. She did the same with his other arm and then glided down his naked body. She grabbed his swollen cock and gave the throbbing head a long slobbering kiss. He heard Van Reagan encourage her softly. Then she slid her body down the length of his rather short legs and heard that click again. Only when she released his second leg did he realize that he had been shackled to the bed, his wrists to the oaken headboard and his ankle to the footboard.

  Gareth felt a numbing chill course all over him and stared up at the redheaded goddess standing naked over him. He didn’t know what to make of this, but his fear did not extend to his cock, it still stood up erect and hard, throbbing to the rhythm of the seductive woman enthralling him body and mind.
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br />   “Ah, you have the stallion well and truly restrained, my lady.” Van Reagan laughed from his vantage point. “Now enjoy him… ride him like you have never ridden ever before.”

  “If it pleases my lord.” Cassandra blew he husband a kiss and lowered herself over Gareth.

  He shivered in anticipation as the heat of her dripping pussy wafted over his surging cock. He tried to buck his hips, but he was well and truly stretched, spread eagled like some sacrificial offering to a goddess of sex and violence. And Cassandra looked the part. She drained a goblet of wine and threw it aside. Her hair, flaming red and gold, flew all over her as she swayed and danced, lowering herself over him slowly.

  Gareth gasped and tightened his stomach muscles, making his cock stand up straight, ready to enter her sodden furrow. Cassandra obliged and pushed her pussy lips over the rock hard head. She swiveled and gyrated, and undulated her hips as she lowered herself over him like some exotic dancer from the mysterious east. Gareth gasped as her hot pussy alternated between gripping and relaxing over his straining hardness. For a woman her age, she was rather tight. But then what would he know of such things, Cassandra Van Reagan was the first and only woman he had known, and he felt that anyone else would have a real tough act to follow.

  “Yes, yes…” Van Reagan was panting. “Ride him, my love… ride that big fuckstick hard, ride him till his balls are blue.”

  She didn’t really need any encouragement as she grabbed at his hairless chest and dug her nails into his tender flesh. Gareth grimaced but the pain was adding incentive to the pleasure he felt from her tight pussy. Cassandra ceased her gyrating and went into all out wild riding. Up and down she bounced on his hips, slamming her groin hard against his. His cock slid all the way in and then out again as she rode him like a stallion that needed breaking in. He desperately longed to grasp at her wildly bouncing breasts and her soft, squishy buttocks, but the restraints on his hands kept him in check. And yet being restrained brought a sense of fearful excitement that was a thrill in itself. Being at the mercy of another and getting pleasured at the same time brought out emotions in him that seemed more gratifying than he had ever felt. It was his nature to be shy and retiring, to be afraid and to stay away. He needed this. He needed someone to dominate him and make him feel the value of this one life that he had to live.

  “Oh yes, oh yes.” Cassandra began to shake and shiver over him. “Oh, it’s so big and thick… it’s in so deep… oh god, Gareth… ohhh, fuck me… fuck me!”

  “Yeah, farm boy, yeah!” Van Reagan yelled along like a commoner. “Fuck that whore… fuck that goddess of whores… make her cum like never before.”

  Gareth glanced at Van Reagan. He was surprised to see the lord of the manor had his leggings down to his ankles and his cock was standing up at full attention. The throbbing organ was only a half in length and girth compared to his own surging cock, and he realized why Lady Van Reagan was getting so much pleasure out of him.

  The blonde maid was kneeling before Van Reagan, and though she was stroking his smallish cock, her lust filled eyes were transfixed on Gareth’s throbbing monster as it stood up slick with the lady of the manor’s love juices. Cassandra’s orgasm left her shivering in the throes of ecstasy and the redheaded woman had slid off him to lay beside him heaving and gasping. His cock surged upward; he longed desperately for release and looked pleadingly at the blonde maid. Her lips twisted with need and her eyes shone with lust, but it was her lord’s lesser organ that she had her hands on, and Van Reagan was guiding her head around to have her suck on his rock hard cock.

  Then suddenly Cassandra rolled over him, this time she faced his groin and thrust her pelvis against his surprised face. The scent of her hot, dripping pussy made his head spin as she planted her knees on each side of his head. Her pussy pressed down on his mouth and he had no other option than to hungrily slobber at the heavenly treat. He stuck out his tongue, probing deep into her warm and wet softness. The taste of her orgasm made him lap away with all the more vigor. He so desperately wanted to grab at her soft ass cheeks and stretch them as he licked her like a starving dog, but his hands were restrained to the head board.

  And then just as he thought it couldn’t get any better, Cassandra lowered her face over his straining cock and took the bulging head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the sensitive flesh, sending all manner of thrills and chills racing though his spread eagled body. He chomped down on her fleshly pussy, sucking on the petals hard with his hungry lips. She squirmed her hips, grinding her pussy over his face as she swallowed more of his cock down. Her lips were almost touching his pubic hair, she had his whole nine inches down her throat and he shivered at the pleasant buzz he felt on his sensitive cockhead from the back of her gagging throat. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back the rush that boiled in his testicles. This woman was making more man out of him than he ever would have been with anyone else.

  He heard Van Reagan’s whimpers of pleasure and glanced over to see the maid going down on him like a wolf downing its last meal. The sight of the pretty blonde sucking on another man and Cassandra’s deep-throating took him over the edge. His flat belly lurched and tightened, his hands and legs strained hard on his bonds. He cried out as a most powerful explosive burst escaped from his balls, rushed up his thick shaft and erupted into the redhead’s greedy, slobbering mouth. She gagged hard and swallowed harder. Her lust for his seed she had shown him before and now this encore performance had him cumming harder than the day before. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked his body as his hot semen gushed out. The greedy woman lapped and slobbered, gagged and swallowed, even as she mashed her hot pussy on his face, releasing another orgasm all over his enraptured mouth. He gasped and panted, and slobbered and sucked, and yet it seemed he couldn’t get enough.

  But it was time for the Van Reagan’s to leave for the king’s Castle. And Gareth wondered what other more lecherous and exciting games did these nobles play. Van Reagan tossed him another pouch of coins, this time twice the size, then the lord of the manner ushered his delirious wife away, leaving him still tied to the bed, covered in his own and the lady of the manner’s passionate love residues.

  He looked up at the blonde maid, expecting her to release him so he could hobble back home. But she stood there with a gleam in her eye as she chewed on a full lower lip. Her lustful attention was on his spent member, resting against his left thigh. He looked into her eyes of blue and she looked back at him. He knew what she wanted and he was at her mercy, but she waited all the same. After all he was the Lady of the Manor’s plaything, was he not?

  But he was also a young man in the prime of his youth, as was she a most comely young woman indeed. He gave her a smile and then looked down at his cock. It rose to greet the maid and the blonde smiled wide even as she removed what little clothing she still wore.

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  Story Thirteen

  Chapter One

  “Have you fixed the sink, yet?” Bianca asked me for the ten thousandth time. I kept my eyes fixed on the screen. I hadn’t watched a game all year, and I felt like I deserved a little time to myself. I had just finished another 12 hour day at work. “Hello!”

  “Do you hear it dripping?” I asked. We could both hear it even with the TV on. She gave me a look. “Can I just watch the game, please?”

  “No problem,” Bianca’s tone let me know that there definitely was a problem. She left the room though, and I decided that I wasn’t getting off the couch no matter what happened tonight.

  “Did you meet our new neighbor?” Bianca said as she came back into the room wearing my tool belt, and carrying the tool box. “A young single, an
d he owns his own company.”

  I worked a 70 hour week on a good week, and Bianca often joked that she was looking around. I couldn’t say that I didn’t worry about it sometimes, but I did trust her. We had been together since college and I felt like our relationship was very solid.

  Really it had become one of our favorite games. Bianca would talk about guys checking her out at the mall, or guys that she had seen during her day. She was a housewife, and she didn’t really get out that much, but she always seemed to have a story for me about some guy she had seen. She had always liked to make me jealous, and I thought it was a rush.

  “All right,” I groaned as I watched her lug the tool box into the kitchen. “You let me watch the game right now, and you can make a list for my day off tomorrow.”

  “Oh!” She squealed as she dropped the box and threw the belt down. She went to the kitchen to find a piece of paper and get her list started. She was always excited when I agreed to do some work around the house. “Yard work too?”