Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  I watched him grind against her, her slim thighs opened high and to the side, almost sitting on her own feet. Kelly moaned again. His movements were fluid, and suddenly I realized that he was fucking her. She had unzipped him and pulled his cock out, without my realizing, and they had been fucking for thirty seconds before I realized it.

  My girl who wouldn’t fuck me had some was fucking another guy right in front of me.

  He fucked her slowly too, nice long strokes that sank deep into her. I could just see his back, and Kelly’s legs. She wrapped them around his ass now, and he kept fucking her. She leaned back, and he played with her breasts as he fucked, bending at times to suck them again.

  I began to wonder if anyone else could hear them. Kelly was far from quiet. They seemed to fuck forever. They found a steady, slowly increasing motion that didn’t falter. Kelly’s noises now were just little cries, no longer moaning or cooing. She just made the same sound, getting a little louder.

  I wanted to see her face. I could hear her, I could see her legs wrapped around him, but I wanted to see more. I took the chance to move to a better view.

  Of course they didn’t see me. They were lost in fucking.

  Now I saw Kelly from the side. She lay back on the hood of the car, supported by her elbows. Her swaying breasts tipped skyward, her nipples conspicuously wet and proud.

  Her little whimpers urged him on. He quickened the pace, thrusting deep and hard into her, over and over. Kelly began to writhe on his cock, struggling, as the intensity of his thrusts seemed to overwhelm her. She lasted a few moments like that, then tightened her thighs around him and grabbed his arms as she came.

  She came loudly, gasping as she convulsed on the hood. He didn’t miss a stroke, still fucking her as she came, and still fucking her just as hard as the spasms calmed. She lay flat on her back, her arms above her head, looking at the sky, trying to catch her breath as he fucked her hard. Her thighs went slack, loose around his hips and then flailing a little as he thrust into her spent body. She shuddered again, an aftershock. Then, just as suddenly, he came, surging into her pussy, emptying his cock into her.

  He arched and groaned, then slumped over her. They

  Intertwined, the two of them talked softly to each other.

  I decided to slip away before I was discovered.

  I went out front, and leaned against my car and tried to sort out what it all meant. Maybe I had assumed too much about us. I felt confused, and angry and upset.

  Fifteen minutes later Kelly came out of the bar with Anthony and Sandra. She smiled, although she looked a little subdued.

  “I’ll take her home,” I told Anthony, then steered Kelly into my car.

  Kelly glowed. She had a slight sheen to her skin, and I’d heard women glow after they orgasm, but I thought that was a figure of speech. But I could see it now, Kelly was glowing.

  And that’s where I really had a struggle with my jealousy. Kelly was mine, and mine alone. But she’d clearly had a wonderful experience. I just wanted to be the source of her wonderful experiences. All of them. I knew that was ridiculous.

  I eased the car down the road and put my hand possessively on her thigh. “Did you have a good night?” I asked. My voice was hoarse.

  “So far,” she said cheerily.

  “You look great,” I said. Which was true. It was always true.

  “Thank you,” said Kelly. She put her hand on my leg as well.

  And I thought I would leave it at that. I felt too emotional to talk to her about it right now. I needed time to sort things out.

  I drove her home, kissed her goodnight, then went home and lay in bed thinking about Kelly fucking and coming and moaning and having her breasts sucked and her pretty legs wrapped around a guy and the way she squirmed. And how hard she came.

  I was angry, and I was aroused. It was confusing.

  I knew I was tired, and I decided not to resolve anything until morning. I lay in the dark, trying to sleep, with Kelly fucking and fucking and fucking in my mind.

  I picked her up the next day and we headed to the beach.

  Sorting It Out

  Kelly had been thinking.

  “Can we stop here and talk?”

  I pulled over near a cluster of palms.

  “What’s up?”

  Kelly had those big soft eyes. “I’m not always the best girl.”

  “No?”

  “No. I flirt too much, I get drunk too much. The last couple of weeks I’ve started making out with a few guys.”

  I nodded. “I’ve heard.”

  Kelly looked over. “You’ve heard?”

  “Yes, of course. People tell me stuff. Haven’t you noticed me kind of guarding you more lately?”

  Kelly smiled. “Yes I did notice. That felt good. How come you didn’t say anything about it?”

  I thought about my answer. “I thought that when you felt it was time to tell me you would. I trust you.”

  “Oh,” said Kelly. I could see her jaw working as she thought. “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”

  “Is it important that you have kissed a few guys? Are we in trouble?”

  Kelly turned and looked at me with those big soft eyes. “I like you. I like you a lot. You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

  “Thank you,”

  “And I don’t know if you are going to break up with me or what but I’m not the best girlfriend.”

  “I’m pretty happy with you.”

  Kelly took a deep breath. “Ok, well last night I got really drunk and I got really horny and I fucked a guy.” The words came out all in a rush.

  I took it in. “Why?”

  Kelly quivered. “I don’t know, I don’t have good control sometimes.”

  “How did it happen?”

  “We met him over at Darren’s bar, outside of town, and we were having fun and we were flirting and he just came with us for the rest of the night. We ended up at Coco’s, and I lost track of time and he was so gorgeous and he fucked me and it felt so good and then all of a sudden you were there to get me and it was our anniversary and you took me home real quick and I was so tired from getting fucked and I just got real sad and went to sleep.”

  I rubbed her leg reassuringly. “It’s OK baby. I’m so glad you told me.”

  “Why?”

  “I have a confession. I actually got there earlier than you realize, and I was looking for you and I went around back and I saw the two of you together.”

  Kelly sniffled a little. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

  “I was startled, then I was embarrassed. I wasn’t sure what to do.”

  “Where did you go?”

  “I didn’t go anywhere.”

  “You stayed there?”

  “Yes.”

  “You watched us?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was so sexy.”

  “How was it sexy?”

  “I love looking at you, I love watching you, I think it’s sexy when you flirt with other guys and it’s sexy when you fuck them. I don’t want to lose you. It’s my fault you’ve been neglected at night and I can’t expect you to always be good.”

  “Well, I’m not always good”, said Kelly.

  “So how about we make up some guidelines, some rules for you.”

  “Oh, I like that.” said Kelly. “I like that a lot.”

  “First of all, flirting is OK. Making out is OK. Not all the time, but if it happens it is OK. But no more fucking. I don’t want you fucking other guys.”

  Kelly nodded. “What about blowjobs?”

  “No blowjobs. I was happy to see you didn’t give him a blowjob at least.”

  “Oh.”

  Right away I knew I was wrong. “You gave him a blowjob.”

  “Yes,” she said. “Before we even got to Coco’s. In the back seat of the car.”

  “Were Anthony and Sandra in the car?”

  “Yes.”

  Wow. “OK another rule is
not doing stuff in front of people we know.”

  “OK,” said Kelly.

  I started the car and we continued to the beach.

  “I like having rules,” said Kelly. “I like it when you think about me.”

  “I thought about you all last night,” I said.

  “You did?”

  “Yes. I came to get you as soon as I could after work because I knew you had been getting into trouble, and then afterwards I thought about you all night long.”

  “What did you think about me?”

  “I thought about watching you fuck. I thought about fucking you. And then I thought about watching you fuck some more.”

  Kelly thought about this, looking a little surprised.

  “I think,” I began, “that we need to maybe move to the next level as a couple.”

  Kelly looked at me quizzically. “You want to fuck me?”

  “Yes.”

  She smiled. “I’d like that.”

  I took that as an invitation. Of course I did. We spent the morning at the beach. After lunch, I took her home and got ready for work. I didn’t fuck her. She didn’t want to be fucked. I didn’t want to fuck her. We’d been together for a month, we still had a lot of stuff to sort out in our own souls.

  We fucked later that week for the first time. We actually made love. I’ll share a lot about my life, but not that first time with Kelly. That is mine. It was perfection upon perfection.

  Of course, nothing changed.

  Isn’t that great? I was monogamous. I felt entirely devoted to Kelly. And Kelly was entirely devoted to me. She just wasn’t monogamous. Monogamy was an ill fit for her. Not yet. Not now.

  But what did fit both of us was devotion.

  And you have to love Kelly, she found a way to test that devotion, very soon.

  She had a reputation. People knew her as a flirt, a cock tease. I had learned this. She had made me wait a long time before I finally breached her most protected stronghold. I understood why people thought the way they did about her.

  And then you learn more.

  The Beach Party

  We were at Kelly’s house, talking with her mother in the carport of her house when a pickup truck pulled up.

  Several Samoans jumped out, one big guy and a couple of skinny ones. Kelly’s mom rose to meet them.

  Kelly followed her mom, and I followed her.

  They wanted to trim the coconut trees, in exchange for half the coconuts. Kelly’s mom agreed, which is not unusual, and one of the skinny guys climbed rapidly up the tree in his bare feet, a machete at his hip.

  He chopped the fronds, and hacked loose the coconuts, one tree at a time, while the other guys gathered them up as they fell. They finished in remarkable time, and gave Kelly’s mom her share.

  The big guy came over to Kelly. I could see they knew each other.

  “We are having a party tomorrow night. You should come.” He waited a second. “Just you.”

  Kelly looked at him.

  I thought she would never answer.

  “Where?” she said.

  He named a beach even I didn’t know.

  Kelly nodded. “Maybe,” she said.

  “I’ve got it,” said Kelly.

  This was a few weeks after Coco’s. I didn’t like what I thought I might be hearing. “You are my girl, right?”

  “We’ll talk later,” whispered Kelly. Her mom was close by.

  We did talk later, drunk as shit on a Thursday night outside Coco’s, of all places. Kelly explained.

  Kelly liked to surf, but back then girls who surfed weren’t readily accepted. Guys would curse at her, grab her wave, and shoot their boards at her. Kelly didn’t like the hostility.

  She switched to skim boarding, and that was acceptable. She became good at it. The surfers left her alone. That is when I met her.

  Sefa was the defacto leader of a group of surfers at that beach. Leader is the wrong word of course. He was the most dominant personality, a burly, aggressive guy with a very strong and conservative view of a woman’s place in the world. He had aggressively bullied her off the waves.

  I didn’t want her to go.

  “Don’t take this away from me baby,” said Kelly. I like to think that she was begging, but I don’t think she was. She was making a deal.

  “This is my revenge. That was Sefa.”

  Fuck it. “You’re my girl.”

  “Let me go. Let me do this. Let me go to this and then I will be your girl for anything, no questions.”

  Drunk as I was that shocked me. “My girl for anything?”

  Kelly stroked my leg. “Your girl for anything. Just give me this. I need this.”

  What could I say?

  Friday night came quickly.

  Kelly promised to be mine after this, but I couldn’t be happy with that. I needed, I don't know, maybe control over the situation? I didn’t like Kelly making her own choices, and yet her wildness was sexy. But this felt dangerous.

  Sefa didn’t like her.

  Kelly didn’t like Sefa.

  What the hell?

  The party was going to be in a weird area.

  You know how the more threatened you feel, the more possessive you become?

  That’s how I was. I took Friday night off work. It cost me, but I did it.

  I went to Kelly’s house. She wasn’t happy to see me. “Don’t fuck this up for me,” she said. Those were her first words.

  She was wearing bikini top and a pair of jeans.

  “I’m getting a ride from Sandra.” she said. “You don’t have to stay.”

  I stayed anyway.

  At eight o’clock a pickup truck pulled up and honked its horn.

  Kelly stood up in front of me and slipped off her shorts.

  Have I told you about her pussy? She has such a pretty pussy, with fine little blonde hairs. Sometimes she gets creative with her pussy hair, and sometimes she shaves it all off.

  She had done that tonight.

  I don’t have an opinion about pussy hair. I’ve gone down on Kelly with a full bush, and when she is bald as an egg. Both are wonderful.

  You rarely see a bald pussy in those days. Kelly’s was the first I ever saw.

  She stood in front of me and pulled down her shorts. “I thought you were working tonight,” she said.

  I stared at her crotch.

  I’m not a saint. I stared at her crotch. She had shaved it, for god knows what reason.

  The horn blew again.

  She grabbed a very short sarong from a drawer.

  She turned to face me.

  Stuff was happening fast, and I wasn’t keeping up. Her pussy was beautiful. I’ll tell you later how it was to go down on Kelly, but that girl had the trimmest, neatest, most symmetrical little pussy lips I’ve seen in real life or in a porn movie.

  The sarong barely covered her ass. It covered her pussy, as long as she stood. If she sat, the way she had tied it, the split would casually reveal her smooth pussy.

  I was out of my league.

  She headed to the door.

  “I’ll walk you to the truck,” I said. Personally, I’m proud I could say anything.

  Kelly looked at me for a long moment. She opened her sarong and showed me her pussy. “This is yours,” she said. “Baby this is all yours forever.”

  I walked her to the truck.

  Sandra waved a hello to me.

  Kelly climbed in beside Sandra, those beautiful legs flashing, her ass cheeks peeking out from under the sarong as she bent to step up in.

  She gave me a wave and a smile. She blew a kiss, and then they drove off.

  I walked to my car.

  I drove home.

  I stayed home for an hour.

  I respected Kelly’s independence, but I had waited long enough. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car.

  I was going to get my girl.

  I headed in the direction of the phantom beach. I drove fast in the darkness.