20 Hotwife Erotica Stories
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The door to the kitchen opened and closed. Ralph called. “Hey, where did you guys go?”
Hank whispered. “Oh, shit.”
The engine noise must have been the truck pulling back into the driveway and not Phil. Hank started to pull out, but Missy reached around grabbed Hank by his ass holding him against her and inside her.
“Don’t you dare move,” she said.
“We’re going to get caught,” Hank said.
“I got it,” Missy said. She called. “I’m in the dining room.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Hank growled.
“Trust me. Keep fucking stud,” she said.
“Do you need any help?” Ralph asked from the kitchen.
Missy grabbed the edge of the door with both hands and leaned her head out. “No, I’m using a polish in here on the wood. You don’t want to be in here.”
“Oh,” Ralph said, “yeah, I hate that smell. Lots of fumes? Be sure you get plenty of air.”
Missy backed against Hank fucking his cock still. Her tits swung back and forth just around the corner where Ralph couldn’t see. Hank started pumping his hips and slapping against her ass. He thought Ralph might be able to hear it, but Hank couldn’t help himself.
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “Why don’t you bring in the boxes while I finish up in here?”
“Sure,” Ralph said opening the door again. “Is Hank still hanging around?”
“He’s in deep somewhere.” Missy’s voice shook.
Hank heard banging outside on the ramp of the truck as Hank banged Ralph’s wife inside.
“You’re crazy,” Hank said.
“Just keep fucking. I’ll let you cum on me or in me or in my ass or whatever you want, if you keep fucking me.”
“You’ve got it.” Hank continued to ramrod her pussy.
Ralph called. “I got china and sliver in these boxes. Can I bring them in there, baby?”
“No,” Missy said. “Just leave them in the living room for now. I don’t want to splatter anything on them.”
“You’ve got it.”
Hank heard Ralph pull the handtruck out from under the boxes and roll back outside. Hank grabbed both of Missy’s tits and held on as he continued fucking her.
“What about your shoes and pants?” Ralph called as he rolled back inside.
“Put them by the stairs,” she said. “I don’t need any pants right now.”
“Right. Because it’s so hot,” Ralph said.
“Very hot.” Her voice cracked.
Ralph continued to haul in loads of boxes. Hank picked up Missy and held her up in the air as he slid her up and down his cock. He put her back on her feet and pounded her from behind again trying to work toward the finish.
After unloading the boxes, Hank heard the toolbox rattle and Ralph came toward them. “You sure you don’t need any help in there?”
“No.”
“Are you still polishing?”
Missy cleared her throat and said, “As hard as I can.”
She pulled her shirt up over her head and wadded it up in one fist. She reached out and rubbed the top of the table with it as she stuck her head around the corner. “What are you doing?”
Ralph shook the tool box. “I’m going to hook up the washer and dryer. Is Hank around?”
“Um, I think he is checking out the plumbing out back. He should be finished soon.”
Hank whispered. “I will be.”
Ralph opened the tool box in the laundry room. “I hope he doesn’t do anything crazy. I don’t want to get sprayed in the face.”
“Getting it in the face is a possibility,” she said. “Hank knows what he’s doing though.”
Ralph took hold of one of the hoses. “Not sure my tool is big enough. You think Hank has something bigger?”
“I know he does,” Missy moaned.
“Never mind, I got something that will work well enough.”
Missy whispered. “That’s what you think.”
“I’m about to cum,” Hank whispered.
“How do you want to do it?”
“All over your ass,” Hank said.
Hank pulled out and pumped his fist over his cock. He was only three strokes in when he blasted cum over both her beautiful cheeks and her pussy between. As he finished, he slid his cock back into her and thrust a couple more times.
Missy gasped.
Ralph called. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “I love it here so much.”
“Me too,” Ralph said.
Hank pulled out. Missy pulled her shirt back on and pulled her shorts back up without cleaning off Hank’s cum. She straightened her clothes and gave Hanks cock a few long licks and sucks before she stepped around the corner.
“You learning how to handle your hose?” she asked.
Ralph laughed. “Yes, it is really flexible and soft. It’s pretty easy to work with.
She hummed and then said, “As usual.”
Hank zipped up and stepped around the corner. “Oh, Ralph, you’re back. Good to see you.”
“You too,” Ralph said. “I thought maybe you had left building.”
“Velvet Elvis is still here,” Hank said.
“You want to help me get this hose into the slot?”
“I think I can handle that,” Hank said.
“I know you can,” Missy said.
Ralph and Hank worked on the washer together.
“Did you get all the boxes?” Hank asked.
“I need to make one more trip,” Ralph said. “You’re welcome to hang out, when I do.”
“Yes,” Missy said. “Please do. I’ll find something to keep you busy.
Ralph laughed. “I hope she isn’t working you too hard, Hank.”
“Pretty hard,” Hank said, “but it’s been my pleasure.”
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