Excited Wives

by Connie Hastings

  Katelyn moved the camera, pressing the little button on her computer. A quick click of the button, and the camera was directed at the bed from the foot. Ella’s pretty little pussy was front and center. Katelyn watched as the girl’s body moved fluidly, humping the air. Occasionally, the picture would be interrupted by Harold’s fingers creeping over the impossibly perky ass that was the current source of Katelyn’s jealousy.

  And then, the girl was kneeling, her lithe body straight and erect. She lifted her shirt, pulled it over her head, and resumed her lower position. Quickly, Katelyn changed the camera’s view. Harold had gotten down flat on his back, and Katelyn could see Ella moving her lips up and down.

  The girl showed such emotion, and that was where Katelyn thought the jealousy came from. She didn’t think this young lady was necessarily better at giving blowjobs, but Ella gave them with an intimacy that just wasn’t hers to give. Only Katelyn should have been giving Harold that kind of intimacy.

  So she was actually quite relieved when Harold shifted, got up, and then pushed Ella’s face down into the blanket. For a split second, Katelyn found herself sadistically thinking, “I hope he smothers her.” Harold moved behind the posed woman, who was still on her knees, and thrust himself into her.

  Katelyn changed the camera yet again and watched. She clicked the volume button when she Ella’s lips move. The girl was moaning, saying things like, “Oh God, oh yes, fuck, fuck!” Her hips ground back and forth as Harold fucked her.

  Katelyn realized that the thing that bothered her more than anything else was that Ella was making love to her husband, not just fucking him. Not that the girl wasn’t sexy as well and dressed like a common whore, but she wasn’t acting like a slut. She was acting like a woman in love, and that picture wasn’t acceptable.

  Katelyn thought about her long marriage to Harold, all the years they’d been together. She thought about all of the times that he’d had her on the bed, all of the times that he’d made love to her. It was a sweet thought, embittered only by the image of him now doing the same to this little vixen.

  Harold leaned down and began fucking the girl faster and harder. That was good. It not only added to the cinematography, but it also eased Katelyn’s discomfort, because the girl’s expression changed significantly. Her lovely features no longer read adoration. They were, instead, painted with complete lust and need. It was much more the face of the whore Katelyn had wanted her to be.

  The camera was altered again. Now, Katelyn was looking directly at Harold’s balls as they slapped repeatedly against the girl’s pussy. The moaning was louder now, but it was more involuntary response than anything else.

  Harold fucked her like that for a while, but then he changed position again, lying down on the bed to spoon her. He lifted up her leg, and it was amazing to see her high heels against his thigh and the stocking in such contrast to her smooth, creamy skin. He slid into her, holding her leg in the air, and Ella’s eyes drop down to the point where they met. She could actually see his cock pushing into her little pussy.

  Katelyn watched as he grabbed her tightly, holding her to him with a vice-like grip. He began pounding and fucking her furiously. Katelyn could handle this. She could handle the raw sexuality. She could handle that her husband was fucking another woman. What she couldn’t handle was the thought that there was love involved. But this, this she could take.

  Harold had one hand wrapped around Ella’s slim body, and he was grabbing her breasts. It wasn’t a massaging or caressing motion, but instead a violent pinching and squeezing. His other hand was on the girl’s thigh, lifting it up to what seemed an impossible extension as he fucked her and pounded into her.

  The girl suddenly cried out, and Katelyn heard her say, “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Jesus, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

  And Harold continued to fuck her hard as the girl shook underneath the assault. Katelyn watched her face. Ella was completely overcome. It was incredible anyone could wear that expression of utter loss of control and still be conscious. Katelyn wondered for a second if the girl was faking it, but she decided she didn’t care. The point was it was animalistic and wild, whatever it was that was happening. There was no gentleness or sweetness about it anymore, no adoration, and certainly no love. There was just Harold fucking her like a dog in mating season, and a very pretty, very young recipient, a recipient half of Katelyn’s age. She watched as her husband’s cock barreled in and out of Ella’s folds.

  Katelyn clicked the camera once more and got a different view. It was interesting to watch them from above. The girl’s legs were spread wide, but it was a pose akin to a gymnast. Her thigh was over Harold’s thigh, and Harold’s fingers twisting Ella’s nipples roughly.

  And then Harold pulled out. He rolled off the bed and grabbed her, pulling her to him. She was right on the edge of the bed, and he positioned her leg over his shoulder. Then, without conversation or preface, he slammed into her again.

  The girl screamed, “Oh shit, oh fuck!”

  It was pleasing to Katelyn, because it was almost like the pretty, perfect Ella wasn’t enjoying it anymore, like she was too sensitive to handle it. The girl’s hands scrabbled over the bed, grasping at the sheets, trying to find something to keep herself grounded. She grabbed her leg, gripped her breasts, tried anything and everything. But she couldn’t a handle on herself. Throughout all of this, Harold fucked her violently, pumping into her harder and harder.

  She moaned and writhed on the bed, crying out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit, shit, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  Katelyn enjoyed the idea that the girl didn’t like it, enjoyed the idea that it was too much, and even felt a very strange pride that her man was giving this desirable young woman more than she could handle.

  It was happening in their bed. It was happening in the very bed where she and Harold had made love on their anniversary. Finally, Harold pulled out of the girl, grabbed her by the back of the head, and pulled her forward. Katelyn watched as the girl stared wide-eyed and shocked, but Harold wasn’t taking no for an answer. His cock plowed past her lips.

  The girl’s eyes opened even wider, and her hands came up to his thighs. It was evident she was trying to push him away, but he exploded in her mouth anyway, holding tightly to the back of her head with both of his hands. Ella’s flawless, silken cheeks bulged. Katelyn watched a small dribble of cum spill from the corner of Ella’s mouth as she still struggled to get away, but Harold’s grasp was too strong.

  She heard Harold say, “Swallow.”

  The girl looked up in horror, but he wasn’t relenting. She finally swallowed, a long, forced swallow. He kept his cock in her mouth for a little while longer, and then he pulled out. She glared up at him with obvious anger.

  Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “That’s going to cost you extra.”

  Harold laughed. He reached for his wallet, pulled out several bills, and threw them on the bed. Ella rolled her eyes, and then she rolled over and grabbed the money. The moment her ass faced him, Harold landed three hard spanks on it.

  Ella yelped. There were three distinct handprints on her round ass cheeks. Katelyn liked that. The girl looked furious, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she calmly took the money and put it in her purse.

  Harold said, “Maybe I’ll use you again next Saturday.”

  The girl looked like she wanted to tell him no, but she took a deep breath and said, “I think I’m free on Saturday.” Lifting her chin in the air, she then walked out of the room.

  Katelyn stared at the image. Harold wasn’t getting dressed. Instead, he walked out of the room as well.

  She stared at her bed, the bed she slept in every night, the bed in which she’d slept with Harold for each of the three children they had, the bed that usually found her waking up in the morning with her head on Harold’s chest. Harold had fucked that girl right on that bed.

  She heard a rustling at the door. Quickly turning off the camera to prevent someone seeing what she
had been doing, she twisted to see who was entering. But she didn’t have to worry. It was Harold. He walked in with a smile on his face.

  “What did I tell you, baby?” he said.

  She took a deep breath. “My God, that girl was beautiful.” He smiled, and Katelyn continued. “I knew you’d like her. She was a little sweet for my taste in the beginning, but once you got rough with her, it was amazing.”

  Harold smiled. “I figured you’d prefer that.”

  “I loved when you spanked her. I think you should just spank her next time. I could watch that for an hour, you doing nothing else but holding her over your knee and spanking her. And then, when she’s finally begged enough and you stop spanking her, you just get up and fuck her hard. And then toss her the money and push her out of the room.”

  He laughed. “You know, for such a wonderful person, you’re quite the sadistic little bitch.”

  Katelyn giggled. “I hope she didn’t use up everything you have,” she said, “because I still need to get fucked by my husband.”

  He grinned, closed the gap between them, and pulled her to him.

  With ease of movement, he hoisted her in the air and slipped himself into her pussy. Katelyn wrapped her arms around her man, kissed his ear, and moaned. “How many does this make, honey?” she said.

  “I think we’re up to fifty-eight,” he said.

  Fifty-eight girls. Fifty-eight girls. It was amazing. They were all different, and every one of them had turned her on. She giggled. “What if we make fifty-nine spankings part of the next deal, and then the next one sixty, and so on?”

  Harold smiled and said, “I think I know a girl who needs a spanking.”

  “Save it for the whores, honey,” she laughed. “But it’s about time you fucked me, mister.” He was only too willing, and Katelyn thought of the pretty girl the whole time.

  The Slut Wife’s Confession

  A First Lesbian Sex Erotica Story

  by Callie Amaranth

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica

  My Dearest Reggie,

  I hope you are doing well and that work on the location is progressing as you have expected. You told me to prepare for your return, and I think I have. I must admit something, and I hope that you will find it as enjoyable to read about as it was to experience.

  I have slept with Lena. It was all that I fantasized about and more and I hope when you return you will allow me to seduce her into our bed where we can take her together. It happened quite suddenly. We were enjoying a glass of wine and somehow we ended up talking about you. She asked how I handled being away from you, and I made a joke about the toys I kept on hand in the nightstand drawer. From there, we started talking about past sexual experiences and before I knew it, we were kissing passionately and excitement was rising in me wildly like prairie fire.

  You know that she looks divine with long blond locks falling down her back almost to her round butt. She is a voluptuous woman with curves to die for, big round breasts, long legs, and milky, soft skin. I felt my pussy becoming wet as soon as I put my hands under her red sweater so I could caress her back and undo her lacy black bra. It was even better feeling those heavy breasts in the palms of my hands.

  I gently pinched her nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers. Lena quietly moaned and took sweater off. She tossed it on the floor and stepped out of brown corduroy skirt. She stood in front of me wearing only small black panties. They were so small that a little wisp of golden hair peeked over the waistband. I could see through the lace that there wasn’t much other hair there. She looked so smooth with perfectly shaved skin.

  I inhaled deeply, looking at her gorgeous body, and quickly undressed myself. When she stepped forward, though, I said, “Wait just a second; I want to get the massage oil.” I went to get it, excited because I wanted to explore every inch of her body, and what would be a better way than massaging her, right? I know that I love when you massage me, my darling, so I knew that my first lesbian experience wouldn’t be awkward if I tried to do what you always do for me.

  Lena had stripped off her panties by the time I returned. She waited for me completely naked, laying on her side and stretched out on our pink satin sheets. I thought of the last time you and I had made love right where she lay, and I said, “I want to touch every inch of your body. I want to feel that beautiful skin of yours under my fingers.”

  She smiled widely and teased me with, “Who’s stopping you?” I put a generous amount of lavender oil on one hand, rubbed it against the other hand to warm it up, and then told her to turn over onto her back. Lena did as I asked, and I straddled her and put my oily palms on her breasts. I circled around her breasts, squeezing them gently. While she moaned softly, I made smaller and smaller circles, approaching her erect nipples but trying to keep the anticipation high.

  Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer and I reached for the nipples and squeezed them, spinning them between fingers, as Lena drew in her breath sharply. The sight was so alluring that I took my hands away and leaned down to massage them with my lips, kissing them gently and sucking them into my mouth. All the while, Lena’s moans grew louder, and I felt just as stimulated as I would have if I’d been the one getting all the attention.

  I lifted my head, and put my palms on her sides, squeezing her waist and then moving downwards. “Spread your legs, Lena.” I ordered.

  She obeyed and spread her legs wide, allowing me access to her perfectly shaved pussy, which was already shiny and wet. She felt warm when I cupped her mound with my hand, and when I moved it back and forth over her, she moaned again. I smiled and licked my lips. “Oh, Lena, you’re so excited. Let me help you.”

  I got more aggressive and focused on her clit. She moaned and breathed in fast, short gasps. I slowly slid one finger into her, quickly adding another one. Her clit was so pink and alluring that I just couldn’t resist. So, I leaned down and licked it. Her reaction was so profound that I went a bit crazy. I sucked on it like on a hard candy, and then I pulled my fingers out of her, licking her all over and pushing my tongue into her. I have to tell you that the taste was erotic and musky, and I wondered if you tasted the same thing when you licked me.

  I got a bit of a devilish idea, and I reached for the massage oil while I sucked and licked at her. I poured it onto my hand, and it was amazing to look at her soft milky skin as some dripped through my fingers and onto her naval. A bit flowed down to the tip of my nose as I tried to get as much of my tongue into her as possible, and it was amazing to smell the rush of fresh lavender as I tried to fuck her with my mouth.

  Here’s the devilish part. As I licked her, I dropped the bottle and used that hand to grip her ass tightly. The other hand, the one completely covered in oil, I moved underneath her, and without any warning I pushed two fingers into her tiny asshole. She screamed in surprise, but after the first sharp cry she let out a long low moan. For me, it was amazing because I could feel her clenching the fingers and I could almost feel them against my tongue as I wriggled it inside of her pussy.

  When I lifted my mouth to focus on her clit, I began wiggling my fingers and pushing them in and out. By this time she was pushing her ass against them, so I let go of her and used the other hand to push into her pussy. I had two fingers in her ass, two fingers in her pussy, and my mouth was devouring her clit. It didn’t take long before she was crying out and cumming, her ass squeezing the two fingers in there and her pussy clamping down on the other two.

  A strange thought ran through my head right then, and I imagined you with us on the bed, pushing into her young, sweet face. I moved my fingers, worked my mouth, and imagined that while she turned her head back and forth and moaned uncontrollably you grabbed her hair and pushed your beautiful cock past her little red lips and into her mouth. As her groans and moans grew louder and louder, I imagined how they would sound muffled as you pushed in. I imagined her eyes growing wide in excitement and even a little bit of fear as you kept p
ushing until you were forcing her to take every bit of you into her throat.

  The thought of all our rough fantasies coming to fruition made me a little cruel, I suppose, because I moved my hands furiously even though I knew she was becoming too sensitive for more stimulation. I didn’t stop. She reached down and tried to push my face away, but I didn’t stop. She was shouting now. “Oh! Oh God! It’s too much!” He voice was strained, and I stopped without withdrawing my fingers. Forgive me love, but the thought of your cock making her choke and gag was powerful, and as soon as she breathed out, “Thank you, Honey. I was getting too sensi—” I started slamming my fingers back into her. She was so overcome she was almost crying, but I saw her whole body arch as another orgasm overcame her.

  This time, she was able to stop me. She sat up and put both hands on my shoulders to push me away. She looked at me with a strange combination of lust, anger, gratitude, and malice. A cruel smile formed on her face and she said, “You shouldn’t have told me where you kept your toys.”

  She pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out my long pink vibrator. Then, she noticed the large red dildo I still hadn’t had the courage to use, and she took that instead. All gentleness was gone from her eyes, and I guessed I deserved it. When I’d left her to get the massage oil, I’d slipped out of my housedress, but I still wore my little sheer camisole and my panties. She made short work of both. She dropped the toys onto the bed and roughly turned me around so I faced away from her on my hands and knees. She yanked my panties down and then ripped one of the straps on my camisole as I fell to the bed and she pulled it off. She flipped me over, and there was fire in her eyes as she climbed on top of me and pressed her mouth to mine.

  These weren’t the exploratory and passionate kisses from earlier. Instead, she forced her tongue inside of me with vengeance and power. I felt her hand between my legs, but she didn’t stay there. She brushed against my pussy for a brief moment before she broke the kiss and sat up. I felt her spread my legs and then lift my legs up, pushing them back until my knees were against my breasts. “Hold them up,” she ordered viciously.