Excited Wives

by Connie Hastings

  I obeyed, feeling my heartbeat start to go crazy as I held under my knees and pulled them against my chest. “Don’t you dare let go,” she said, and then I felt her tongue snake inside of me. The feeling was wonderful, and I cried out with the sensations. She moved upward and focused on my clit. I felt one of her fingers entering my pussy and then another. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes and said, “Don’t let go.” The, she began moving her fingers in and out me quickly and forcefully. My eyes grew wide and I stared at her. She never took her eyes off my face.

  I saw her reach for the oil with her free hand and she poured it over my pussy and her fingers. It kept streaming from the bottle over me, sliding down to my ass and dripping onto the sheets. She pushed a third finger into me, and my pussy felt so incredibly stretched. I groaned as she moved her fingers, and then her smile grew cruel again. I smiled inwardly because I was certainly enjoying her attentions, and any attempt she was making to get back at me for the forced second orgasm resulted only in pleasure for me.

  Then my eyes grew wide in horror as I felt the dildo—the one I’d not yet mustered up enough courage to try in my pussy—right up against the tiny untouched opening of my asshole. I know how much you want to try anal sex with me, my love, and I appreciate more than you know the patience you’ve shown me. Every time I’ve felt your cock right where that dildo was, I refused you; and every time you accepted my refusal with gentle resignation. Lena gave me no chance to refuse at all. While three of her fingers thrust in and out of me, she slammed the dildo home.

  The pain was so overwhelming, that I let go of my knees, but my whole body had clenched up tightly, and they remained against my breasts. The moment it was inside of me, Lena began moving it in time with her fingers; and in only fifteen or twenty seconds I forgot about the pain because I felt a strong, long orgasm rush over me like a summer thunderstorm. Oh, it felt so good, and especially because of the monstrous thing in my ass. It felt like I was electrified, and the excitement was almost unbearable. It was my turn to grow sensitive now, my turn to beg her to stop; but she was just as cruel as I had been and it felt like I didn’t stop cumming for an hour.

  Of course, it wasn’t an hour but probably only about six or seven minutes. When she finally stopped, Lena came closer and kissed me, gently caressing my wracked body. We lay together for a while until she finally said, “That was wonderful, Annie.”

  “It was,” I agreed, and then I thought of you, My Darling. I turned my face so that we looked directly at each other and said, “I hope you know we don’t have to hide this. Reginald and I have discussed having a threesome for some time now, and he gave me permission to experiment a bit while he was gone. It really felt so good, and I’m going to write him to tell him all about it. He will probably want to join us, next time. Will that be okay?”

  “When will he return?” she asked.

  “His project completes in four weeks,” I said.

  “Then the answer is no,” she said flatly. I was a bit floored by her response, but I smiled when she added, “He may not join us next time or the time after or the time after. In fact, I imagine there will be at least a dozen or more next times before he even gets home. He’ll have to be satisfied with joining us many next times in the future.”

  I giggled, My Darling and couldn’t wait to write to tell you what to expect when you return home. This happened yesterday morning, and I’m sorry that I’ve just taken the time to write you this afternoon. I’m afraid Lena’s estimates were off, and we’ve filled more than a day with next times. She finally dozed off with exhaustion, and I’ll join her as soon as I’ve put a stamp on this letter.

  I love you and I await your next time, and as always I remain

  Your loving wife,

  Annabelle

  Wait! That’s Not My Husband!

  An MFM Erotica Story with Bondage

  by Amy Dupont

  all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Red Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  I didn’t mean to tell James our sex life was boring. Hell, I wouldn’t have hurt him for the world. We were watching one of those stupid daytime talk shows where people reveal all kinds of stupid and inappropriate things about their lives, and one of the women on the show bitched and moaned about her husband for a segment. When the host, a squirrelly looking guy who seemed about as interested in the woman’s life as he would be in a trip to a slum, asked why she stayed with her man; the woman said the sex was adventurous and exciting. The audience got a good laugh and James made a joke, asking me if that was why I stayed with him.

  Like an idiot, I said, “Our sex isn’t adventurous and exciting. I stay with you because I love you.”

  Ever say something and then feel like an absolute idiot?

  His face fell immediately, and I played it off as a joke. He smiled, but I could tell I’d hurt him and maybe even worried him a bit. In truth, our sex life was boring. Sure, I was able to pretend to be interested, and I faked an orgasm every time to make sure he thought I loved it. Nonetheless, sex was just something we did. As far as I was concerned, I had the best man in the universe, and it was okay that I wasn’t really sexually fulfilled. There was more to life than sex, and it wasn’t like the sex was horrible or anything. I didn’t have to fake an orgasm every single time. For the most part, my orgasms came by my own hand after he’d fallen asleep or once he went to work. I was happy, though. I wouldn’t have traded James for some sex stud even if it guaranteed me a thousand orgasms a day.

  So, I felt like shit. I mean, I’d just out of the blue made an idiotic comment like that in the middle of our three-day weekend. I tried to pretend I hadn’t said a damned thing, and James played along, but I could tell he was hurt and it made me feel like a bitch. That night, he was aggressive as hell when he fucked me, and I made my moans louder, my fake orgasm more intense, and after he finished, I laughed a little bit and said in a breathless whisper that there was nobody I knew with a more exciting sex life. That was the end of it for me. Any man who’s just cum will believe whatever he’s told, really. As far as I was concerned, we could get back to our happy, stable life and he’d never feel small about our time in the bedroom again.

  The next week was like any other. He left for his office early every morning, and left for the University to teach my courses according to their schedule. Things settled down, and I forgot about the whole conversation. James kept up the sexual aggressiveness, though. It was nice. I still wasn’t cumming regularly during intercourse, but I was cumming every fifth or six time. I was pretty sure he was getting to the point where he believed I wasn’t disappointed in our sex life. The truth was, I never felt disappointed in it. Sure, it was boring but that didn’t mean I was unhappy. Everything else about our relationship was wonderful and sex was always sweet and enjoyable even if there weren’t explosive fireworks every time. In fact, I started to enjoy how much he tried to impress me. On many occasions I would wake up to his mouth on my nipples or his hand rubbing between my legs. My man wanted me happy, and I loved him for it even as I felt traces of guilt for the silly slip of the tongue I’d let happen.

  On a Friday night in September, four months after my stupid comment, James had to work late and I got home around seven o’clock after a particularly difficult lecture about economic theory in the information age. There was a brilliant girl in class who kept asking questions that took me in directions so far above the other students’ understanding that I didn’t even get to finish the general stuff. I ended up setting an appointment to meet with her, and I was pretty sure she could end up in a big think tank and maybe end up winning a prize someday. However, it had been frustrating as the two-hour class headed toward a close to realize I wasn’t going to finish the material. So, I was particularly looking forward to a nice relaxing bath and then hitting the hay early. That’s exactly what I did. I took a forty-five minute long bath with nice relaxing lavender oil and I just let the luxuriating scent relax me. I started to masturbate but I stopped because I’d l
earned that if I held back on touching myself it became easier for me to achieve an orgasm when I was with James. It was still an every three or four times occurrence, but I found myself so wonderfully happy when I came with him that as far as I was concerned that was what I wanted any time I could get it. My husband was a wonderful man, and incredible man, and making love to him was almost perfect sometimes and perfect other times. If I could help the perfect times happen more often, then so be it.

  Hours later I felt myself pulling away from the haze of sleep to the feel of James’ fingers against my pussy. It was such a wonderful and amazing way to feel myself returning to consciousness, and I let myself gradually come to awareness as his hand drove me wild and I just enjoyed the way his closeness made me feel. He was right up against me kissing my neck, and I reached for his face, and that was when I realized my hands were tied to the bedpost. I felt an immediate and overwhelming thrill. “You did it,” I whispered. We’d talked about trying some light bondage, and it was one of those things he kept “threatening” almost every day since my idiotic comment. I turned to look at him and opened my eyes, and that was when I realized he’d blindfolded me as well. I moaned and arched my back because the sudden knowledge of my helplessness and my loss of sight was like a vibrator to my clit, and his gentle probing with his fingers was driving me crazy as well. He’d brought me from zero to sixty in seconds, and it was overwhelming. Boring? No fucking way.

  I guess there’s something to be said for communication, even if it’s utterly unplanned, stupid, callous, and unthinking communication. God! He felt so damned good! When he pulled his mouth away from my neck and I felt him spreading my legs, I was so damned ready for him. I felt the blunt head of his cock up against my pussy, and then he was inside of me. I groaned because he felt so hard and somehow different, like the bonds at my wrists and the blindfold had made things something other than what they would typically be. I felt him pushing inside. He was more aggressive than normal, slamming in harder than usual, and I loved the way he was doing things differently.

  At least that’s what I thought I loved.

  While he grabbed hold of my hips and lifted me up so my ass rested on his thighs as he fucked me, he turned my head and I felt his cock against my lips. I gasped because he pushed into my pussy hard and then my mouth was full of his cock. It took me a minute to understand the contradiction. It was James in my mouth. I recognized the taste of his dick, the feel of his head sliding over my tongue. There was somebody else in my pussy and I had no idea who it was. There was somebody else in my pussy and even though my eyes opened wide, I could only see the blindfold. There was somebody else in my pussy and even though I wanted to pull the blindfold off and see who it was, my hands were tied to the headboard. There was someone else in my pussy, and even though I wanted to say, “What the fuck is going on?” my mouth was filled with cock and I was helpless to do anything but experience the sensations of being fucked by another man, a man I couldn’t see.

  Frankly, I didn’t know if I liked the situation or not. Still, James had arranged things so I couldn’t stop it and couldn’t even protest. In fact, he was pushing into my mouth deeper than he ordinarily would. So, I couldn’t really even make loud enough squeals or shocked noises. I tried, but that just opened my throat up enough that he was able to push into it. When this was over, James would be in hell of a lot of trouble. Hell, the situation could very well be marriage ending trouble. He didn’t know he was in trouble, though, because while that stranger fucked me, he kept pushing his cock into my throat until my face was mashed up against him and I realized he was completely inside of my mouth. I’d never gone that deep before, and though I gagged a little bit, I felt a strange sense of triumph at getting him all the way in. Then, I felt angry at myself for feeling anything but resentment. The man in my pussy began moving faster, and I was angry at myself for enjoying that as well. Then, something happened to change everything for me. I heard a man’s voice say, “Jesus, James. You were right. She’s fucking amazing.”

  That comment from the man fucking me made everything okay. Hell, it made everything more than okay. Suddenly there wasn’t any anger at all anymore. I didn’t feel any resentment or any hesitance at all. All I felt was sexy. I moved my hips against the man fucking me and sucked and wiggled my head around, trying to increase the stimulation James was getting from my throat. I felt so incredible, so sexy and desirable. I also felt dirty and slutty and whorish, and that was just as wonderful of a feeling. The men began groaning, and when I heard the man in my pussy say, “Jesus! She’s gonna make me cum already!” my own orgasm exploded over me. It was intense, staggering really. It was the kind of an orgasm I’d only had once or twice before. I remembered having one on my wedding night, but that was for completely different reasons. Now, as pleasure coursed over me and I moved my hips furiously, the orgasm was all about sluttiness and sexiness and adventure. I heard the man say, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum” and more pleasure shot through me.

  I heard James shout, “Switch!” and I was suddenly empty. I was momentarily confused, but then I felt my husband’s familiar cock slam into me and the orgasm roared back to raging life. My whole body felt like an extension of my clit and I cried out for about half a second before the stranger’s cock pushed into my mouth. I can’t even begin to explain what that did to me. Somehow, the man’s cock in my pussy, while slutty and amazing, wasn’t anything like having it in my mouth. There was intimacy in that which seemed to make everything even more profoundly dirty and sexy. I sucked hard and felt his hands twisting in my hair as he groaned and his cock swelled in my mouth. His first spurt was almost violent, and I almost choked with the force of it. I felt my cheeks expanding as he pumped what seemed like a gallon of semen into my mouth. All the while, James fucked me hard and kept my orgasm going like it would never end.

  I didn’t know what to do, so I just swallowed. I very rarely swallowed for James but since I was going with the whole dirty whore slut thing, I gulped it down. As it slid down my throat, I felt my orgasm hit me again. Maybe it was another orgasm. I don’t know. I moaned and moved my hips and sucked hard enough that the guy in my mouth grew too sensitive and pushed me away. I cried out, “Fuck me, James! Fuck me!” and it was so strange to say that while I could still taste another man’s semen on my tongue. James fucked me hard, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more stimulation he exploded inside of me. I shuddered as another giant wave of pleasure coursed over me, and then I just froze, almost paralyzed as my body refused to process any more of the feeling. I lay there for a while just panting and I was vaguely aware of James withdrawing. I heard the two talking and then faded out. I woke to their voices again, and I wasn’t certain but it seemed like they were saying goodbye to each other. I said, “James?”

  I heard him say, “Yeah, Baby?” He seemed hesitant, worried.

  “I hope your friend isn’t leaving yet. I was thinking you deserve to have my ass.” He’d asked for anal time and time again, and I’d never given it to him. “Of course, that means you two will have to turn me over, and it’s probably best that he does something to keep my mouth occupied so if I change my mind I won’t be able to tell you.”

  There was a moment of silence, and then I felt hands on me. In fact, it wasn’t until about noon the next day that I was finally untied. I never learned who the man was, but that was fine. In fact, the ten or so times I’ve felt him since are always better because I have no idea who he is. Doesn’t matter to me. I know who James is. He’s my husband and the most exciting lover on Earth.

  Watching My Wife with Adonis

  An Erotic Tale of Cuckoldry

  by Connie Hastings

  all rights reserved copyright 2013byRed Hot Explicit Erotica Press

  The waves from the window seemed to lap softly at the very air of the room so that the smell of the salt and the sand was strong, and Craig breathed deeply even as he wondered if the blinds were open or closed. From the feel of the breeze on his back, they
were open, and it left him feeling a bit exposed. There was a porch and there would be a walk around the little beach house to get a good view given the angle of the bed, but still… He wondered if Emily knew the window was open or if he was simply imagining that it was open. He wanted to ask her, but of course he couldn’t.

  It wasn’t the frilly pink handcuffs that kept his wrists together or the second pair that looped through the wooden dowel of the headboard to secure his arms that kept him silent. It wasn’t the way his legs were tied together with the pink and fluffy (but somehow very strong) rope so that he couldn’t move them. It wasn’t the way she’d propped him on his side away from the window either. It was the little pink ball of rubber she’d put in his mouth and secured with more of the fluffy pink rope. It felt heavy against his tongue, and the only way he’d be able to talk would be if she took it out.

  “I know how much you like being girly baby. Open up.” He remembered the words. He remembered the ropes covering his legs and watching her as she smiled and teased him. “Look how excited you are when I dress you up in pink.” It was true. His erection already pulsed in anticipation. When she’d finished with his legs, she’d done his hands and then run her fingers over his chest. “Look at my big strong man looking so pretty and weak.” He’d felt his heart beating like crazy as her hand moved lower and over his abdomen. She’d stopped right before she reached his cock and gently tickled his mound of pubic hair. “Does my baby want me to make him feel really good?” He’d moaned and nodded his head, and for a moment it seemed like she was going to oblige, but she pulled her hand away and shook her head. “Baby, you know you don’t get any relief until I do. I cum first.”