20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  The need to please myself with my fingers was hard to resist. The subject material had me at the edge of my seat. I became the female character and the pillow between my legs did nothing to put out the fire. I was desperate, but I felt it was necessary to abstain. I did finish the book and was anxious to start the next one in the series.

  I did find the writing a little juvenile, but living vicariously through the character was like I was stepping into somebody shoes. It gave me the freedom to express myself in my fantasies without feeling the judgment of others.

  There was an interruption around midnight. I was halfway through the book when my husband called. He was sweet and listened intently to my day without making any snide remarks. This must’ve been a byproduct of his training.

  I was close to telling him what happened, but something was preventing me from revealing too much. He did mention something about having a surprise when he returned home. I had a few ideas, but nothing concrete for proof.

  It was nice to talk without that tension in the air. I knew what he was up to and I was about to embark on my own adventure in much the same way. I was terrified and looking forward to it at the same time.

  I fell asleep without making my body into a personal wonderland. It took an amazing amount of willpower.

  I tossed and turned before hearing the doorbell downstairs to announce a visitor. It was still early and I barely opened up my eyes to see that it was 7:00 AM in the morning. I had no idea who could possibly be announcing themselves this early. I could only hope they had a damn good reason for interrupting my beauty sleep.

  I always slept in the nude with the window open. There was a fall chill in the air. I liked that little nip in the air.

  The white robe I grabbed from the back of the door was a little short, but it covered the best parts. I went downstairs and I could see the silhouette of a physically demanding man outside my door. There was some hesitation, but I pulled back the curtains enough to see there was nothing to worry about.

  The chain came off and the lock was turned until I was facing Jerome. He was a neighbor who did odd jobs for those of us looking for a handyman. It didn’t hurt that he was someone no stranger to working his body into a lather. Washing his car had become a spectator sport when he took off his shirt.

  “Are you going to offer me a drink of water or should I just pass out on your doorstep?” He barged in pushing past me and I thought for a moment I could feel something quite impressive rubbing against me.

  “Jerome, what the hell brings you out at this time of the morning?” I closed the door behind him, but I was derelict in locking it.

  “I don’t know why you are surprised to see me. I would have thought you would be expecting me. I ran all the way here when I got the news.” I was confused. He was standing with his hands on his hips like I should know what he was talking about.

  “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I haven’t seen you in the neighborhood in months. I honestly never thought that I would see you again when I saw the for sale sign on your property.” He was bald, but his weight had given him an advantage over those losing their hair. It made him look menacing. The muscles bulging underneath his tee shirt wasn’t the only one that was getting my attention.

  “I didn’t move that far away. I wanted something by the water and the price was too hard to resist. I do make exceptions to come back here when it suits my purposes.” He was young and some of the girls had professed fantasies about him. This was the kind of guy that could probably put a smile on my face too many times to count. The one stumbling block was that he was young enough to be my son.

  “How is it that I honor a visit from you?” He had never been in my house, but we had seen each other in passing. “I will go and get you a drink of water.” I went into the kitchen and poured the water into a glass. I imagined splashing it on his body and watching the droplets rain down his chest to pool at his navel before continuing to where my fascination lay.

  I pressed the glass against my chest, pulling back the robe long enough to feel the chill penetrate into my skin. I closed my eyes and wondered what it would take to get him to take his clothes off for me. It was possible to mistakenly trip on purpose. I wanted him to wear the water. It would make it necessary for him to take off the shirt and maybe the pants if I was lucky enough.

  I was spun on my heels to face him with his fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders. My legs gave out under that kind of pressure. It happened so quickly. The spontaneous act was met with my eyes coming upon more than just his crotch.

  “I’m not in the mood for idle chitchat. I’ve been dreaming of those lips. I want you to obediently suck my cock like a good little whore. Open up those lips and show me what your husband isn’t getting from you. Julianne informed me of your need and I’m here to give you exactly what you want.” He had a good firm hold on my hair and he made me gasp from how he was making me look up at him.

  I tried to say something in my defense, but the large and imposing cock head was slurping between my lips. It was quite an adventure to get those hard 8-inches across the surface of my tongue.

  “I’ve always been partial to women who haven’t figured out what they are capable of yet. I like to think that I’m responsible for opening their eyes to the possibilities. Oral sex is the only thing I’m looking for from you. It seems only fair considering what your husband does for Julianne. We’ve been lovers for a couple of months. We only fuck one another, but finding those willing to supply us with oral gratification isn’t all that difficult.” He pushed all the way in. I audibly gagged on the head and the first couple of inches.

  My robe had come undone by no fault of my own. The feeling of being used and abused for his pleasure was causing me to work wonders on his shaft. I was tapping into the woman I was before I married Timothy. She was more than happy to give boys some incentive to keep their hands out of her pants.

  “I wasn’t expecting you to be this good without some training. It won’t take much to get me to fill that sweet little mouth of yours with my cream. I’m not going to give you that satisfaction without making you work for it.” He pulled back with me kneeling on my knees waiting for him to continue.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cock ring. It was vibrant green and he affixed it to the base of his cock and around his balls. It was erotic and somewhat unusual which made me hungry to sample the merchandise.

  “I keep this on me at all times for those occasions which surprisingly arise when you least expect them. It might be that I have been dreaming about this for so long that the anticipation has made me susceptible to your charms. I don’t want you to move. Stay right there with your mouth wide open.” He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and began to piston like a madman. My drool was flying everywhere and he didn’t seem to care.

  I felt the long and unyielding presence of his manhood. I wasn’t expecting this, but I certainly wasn’t going to deny how much I wanted to please him. He was grunting and I looked up to find him staring at me without blinking.

  “I thought that I was going to have to choke you with this. It appears my perception of you was wrong. I fucking love how much you can take my cock. The feel of your lips wrapped around me is better than any fantasy. The fantasy pales in comparison to the reality.” His pants were still on and I was sucking him deep with my robe open at the same time.

  I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. My tongue was the only thing that I was using to stimulate every single inch. He finally gave me a breather with my finger touching my lips where his cock had vacated. He pulled down his pants and left them lying around his ankles before sitting down in my kitchen chair.

  “I don’t know what you’re waiting for. I certainly didn’t tell you to stop. Get to work and we both know you want my special delivery. I do have to warn you that someone not used to my orgasm can be intimidated by it.” It only made me that much more anxious to find out.

  He spread his legs and I
got into the position where I had my hand wrapped around the base. I could feel the added sensation of the rubber which was keeping him from prematurely going off. His balls were amazingly full and shaved bald like the rest of his crotch. I did enjoy the smooth touch.

  “That’s more like it. There’s going to be a lot and I don’t want you to feel it is necessary to get it all. Very rarely does someone for the first time swallow the evidence of my arousal.” I had a feeling he wanted me to be one of the few and not the many.

  He was working his hips and fucking my face. I was enjoying the pleasure of exploring those inches all the way down to his balls. He was breathing heavy and I was determined to see him spill his load in my mouth. I wanted to feel the hot discharge burning the surface of my tongue.

  “I don’t think I would have believed it had I not seen it with my eyes.” Timothy was standing with Julianne and they were watching me consume a cock worthy of my oral praise.

  Chapter Four

  Nobody said anything and I continued undeterred by the presence of my husband in the very same room that I was sucking another man. Jerome must have been saving it up. It was quite evident from how he was biting his lip and staring at me.

  “I don’t think it’s necessary to wear that anymore.” Julianne pulled my face away long enough to retrieve what was keeping him from boiling over.” I have a better use for this.” She went behind Timothy and expertly pulled down his pants and underwear. She gave him the same treatment that Jerome had given himself with the cock ring curled around the base of his manhood.

  “I have to admit that is so much better.” Jerome’s cock was throbbing with a pulse of its own.

  Julianne grabbed my hair with one hand and was jerking Timothy off with the other.

  “I would love to see you suck him and then go back to sucking me. Don’t get him off.” I was constantly turning my attention to one or the other giving them the benefit of my oral prowess.

  “Jerome, there’s no stopping you from giving her that famous mouthful. I know what she’s in for and it’s not for the faint of heart. I’m grateful you found me drowning my sorrows in a bottle of champagne the night after my divorce was signed. I don’t know what I was doing with that idiot all these years.” She had helped to make me into a good little bitch.

  “I will say and I mean no offense by this, but this girl knows exactly what it takes. A man would be foolish to try to find anything remotely as good as this. I know that her fucking mouth is amazing and I’m going to cum fucking hard down her throat. She will taste me for days.” It was an interesting analogy and the pent-up frustration was getting ready to release in a profound way.

  “I want you to watch her and then you are going to fuck her over top of that table. The one thing painfully clear is that you will not cum until she does at least two times. If you can manage to make her do it more than that then I will know I’ve done my job right.” I was listening to her every word and I was dripping down the inside of my legs. I didn’t feel alone and my husband was back where he belonged.

  “You’re going to fucking love this.” His moans of approval for my technique were followed by the first intensely satisfying spurt from his organ.

  “This is exactly what I wanted to see. When you are done with her then you will have the privilege of fucking me over top of the table.” This encouraged his momentous volume with nothing left in reserve. He was uncorking the bottle of his excitement.

  I was forced to swallow several times. I was worried that I was going to drown in the stuff. It continued to flow freely from his loins. It became a guilty obsession. I didn’t want one single drop to be left over. I was serenading his balls with my lips clamped over his knob at the moment of his expulsion.

  I made sure to give him my undivided attention with long swipes of my tongue to clean him from the head all the way down to his polished balls. I couldn’t seem to pull myself away from him. It took Julianne grabbing me by the hair and making me stand to kiss her to get me to relinquish my claim. She found only remnants left behind. Everything else had become a palate cleanser.

  “I didn’t tell you to swallow. I think there is more work for the two of us to do with you and your husband. In the meantime, get that fine looking ass over to the table and assume the position. I’m going to feed you your husband’s cock 1 inch at a time.” I walked in a haze not quite believing this was really happening, but the proof was in the flavor of his manly essence on the tip of my tongue.

  I had my hands firmly planted on the table and I was soon to feel the hot knob of his cock touching me. I felt the meaty presence forcing me to open up to receive something I had been missing. My husband over top of me with my legs quivering was like a revelation.

  “You’re not going to get off the hook that easily, Julianne. I believe there was a mention of you in the same position.” We were both looking at each other while these two guys were making good use of our available holes.

  “I think that you would agree… pound that fucking hammer into me…” I had a pretty good idea of what she was going to say before she was rudely interrupted.

  “I want you to know that I’m grateful…oh, my god…so fucking grateful for your assistance. We have found a way back to one another, but don’t think that we are going to be happy with just one another.” My husband had me by the hips and was holding me close to the base of his shaft. I was leaking profusely with my juices covering the whole thing to give him the added incentive to fuck me even harder than he had ever done before.

  “You are my best friend… Jerome… Jerome… you keep that up and I’m going to squirt all over you.” It was interesting to be in this position with another woman. I was feeding on the voyeuristic nature of the act. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jerome and my husband smiling at me.

  Jerome was showing the exertion on his face. He was living on the edge. It wasn’t going to take much to push him to where he was unable to keep the contents in his balls.

  “I’ve never had it this good, Timothy. We need to properly thank these two. I know what I’m going to do for him. I hope you can do the same thing for Julianne.” My words spurred him on. The sound of our smacking flesh as he bounced off of me each and every time was music to my ears.

  “I give you permission to say something. Tell her how you are feeling and… and… I’m fucking going to… fuck it… you know exactly what I’m going to do, Jerome.” She pulled me towards. We kissed with my tongue exploring her mouth at the same time that she was attempting to squeeze the stuff out of Jerome.

  She fell flat against the table. Jerome was in front of me with a combination of both his and Julianne’s juices ready for my eager eyes and salivating mouth. There was no better sound than someone submitting to another one.

  “His tongue is long and I took it upon myself to teach him how to use it the right way. It is so far inside of me that a second orgasm isn’t out of the realm of possibility.” She was smothering my husband and pushing against his face to get him as deep as possible.

  “I suppose a woman’s work is never done. It looks like Jerome has this need to see my eyes bug out of my skull.” I slapped my hands on the table and made sure to raise my head long enough to give him the perfect spot for his cock.

  “I think that it’s going to be necessary to continue both of your training for some time to come. It’s a hardship, but I can see clear for Julianne and me to give you one day a week of our valuable time.” I was bobbing up and down, tasting her and reveling in the both of them playing havoc with my senses.

  Something had changed. I knew what I was missing. It was easy to find with the right help. It didn’t come easy, but we had found the missing spark in our marriage bed in a most unexpected way.

  Jerome’s seed was already permanently imprinted on my tongue. I was going to get some necessary sustenance from his loins.

  The fire streamed to the back of my mouth. I was quite amazed that he was still able to produce such an amount after already blowing a l
oad. I stimulated the rest of those inches with my hand. Jacking him to completion was a pleasure. In the back of my mind, I heard Julianne scream with her own orgasmic delight.

  I had to close my eyes and when I opened them they were gone.

  I chased my husband up the stairs to continue what we had started. They might have been gone, but they certainly were not forgotten. I had a feeling they were going to find many ways to make us pay for their services. My imagination was only limited by what their naughty little thoughts could come up with.

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