Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  “Oh,” she said, still in some sort of stupor. “Do you want to?”

  “Let’s get you home,” I said.

  She still lay on her back. She was naked, raw. She had cum in her hair, on her face, splashed across her belly and smeared on her arms and thighs. She still spoke slowly. “Are you mad?”

  “I’m not mad baby, but let’s get you home.”

  “Ok,” she murmured. “Are you going to fuck me?”

  “Not right now baby.”

  Behind us I heard the hiss of someone putting the fire out.

  “Oh,” she said. “Am I done?”

  I nodded and sat her up. “Yes it’s time to go.”

  “OK,” she said naively.

  I looked around. Someone had taken her bikini top. Her sarong was gone too.

  I took off my shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Take this,” I said.

  She smoothed it with her hands. “Is this yours?” The words were like molasses.

  “Yes, that’s mine. You can wear it now.”

  She pulled it across her breasts. “You are so good to me.”

  “Here we go,” I said, helping her to her feet.

  She staggered a little, but we started toward the car. Her legs were long and pale in the moonlight. She hugged my arm and clung to me as we walked. Her breast pressed against my tricep.

  “I love you so much,” she whispered.

  “I love you too baby.”

  Bonding

  You would have thought that latest indiscretion would have put a strain on our relationship, but it actually made us closer. Kelly was beginning to understand that she can’t always control a situation like she thinks she is going to, and my steadfast devotion showed her that I loved her no matter how wild and out of control she could get. Plus, she caught on quickly that I found her dalliances erotic, provoking equal amounts of jealousy, arousal and possessiveness.

  I wanted to control her. She wanted me to control her. And yet she had this smoldering sexuality that would flare up at the craziest moments that no one could control.

  We fucked wildly in the next couple of weeks. I’d bury my cock in her, and pin her arms over her head and fuck her slowly, taunting her and telling her how wild she was and how hot she looked being fucked. Kelly would squirm under me, arching her back, her hips rocking on my cock.

  We couldn’t get enough of each other. We would fuck a couple of times in one morning, and then again at noon. Sometimes we would both come, sometimes just me, sometimes just Kelly. It wasn’t about the coming, it was about fucking.

  Kelly had gone out alone with Sandra the night before, while I worked. I think she had managed to keep herself under control, but who knows? Anyway, the next morning, I was driving her down to the beach, and she leaned up against me and pulled my cock out and started stroking it.

  “I had a good night last night,” she started.

  I got immediately hard, and had a small surge of jealousy. When Kelly plays with my cock and starts to tell me something I don’t know, it’s always one kind of transgression or another.

  “What did you do?” I asked.

  “Do? No, no, no. I was a good girl” said Kelly. She slid her thumb slowly up the underside of my still stiffening cock. “No Sandra and I were good all night. We got really drunk though.”

  I had an image of Sandra and Kelly getting drunk and making out. I was surprisingly OK with it.

  “What happened?”

  “Nothing happened,” said Kelly, a little confused. “Oh, you mean with me and Sandra?”

  “Or whatever,” I said. “Whatever happened?”

  Kelly’s hand was slow and lingering on my cock. I wanted to lift my hips and thrust against her fingers, but fought the urge. Kelly looked at my cock as she played with it. “Well Sandra and I slow danced together for a bit, and we kissed, but that was mainly because all the guys were watching us.”

  “I bet they were.”

  Kelly nodded. “I know Sandra is cute, but I really like cocks, and she doesn’t have one. Except Anthony’s.”

  I made some kind of affirmative noise.

  “Anyway, she was being really playful, and she whispered in my ear if I would do a threesome with her.”

  “Really?” It would have been easier to think clearly without Kelly’s teasing fingers on my stiff cock, but that was the best I could manage.

  “Yes.” Kelly sighed. “She said that Anthony has said a whole bunch of times that I was so hot and after the gangbang she thought maybe I’d be up for a threesome with them.”

  I had a thousand thoughts. “Wait, a threesome? You are my girlfriend, why aren’t they asking for a foursome?”

  Kelly squeezed my cock tightly. “Oh.” She was quiet for a second. “Do you want to fuck Sandra?”

  “Sandra? What? No! Not at all!”

  “You don’t think she is cute?”

  I’d done this myself, by reacting to the implied insult of the threesome instead of a foursome. In that instant I learned a lesson. Never take your eyes off Kelly. Sandra was cute, and looked stunning in a bikini. But she wasn’t Kelly and she wasn’t mine. In a world empty of Kelly I would bang Sandra in a heartbeat. But I lived in the best of all possible worlds, a world in which I had Kelly.

  “She’s very cute.” There was nowhere to go but attack. “So why doesn’t she think I’m fuckable?”

  Kelly laughed. “No, it’s not about you. It’s a present for Anthony.”

  “He doesn’t know?”

  “No, it’s her idea. He’ll love it though.”

  Of course he would love it. “Are they going to split up if you do this?” I was older than Kelly, and a little more wary.

  The thought was new to Kelly. “You think he will fall in love with me?”

  “No. I don’t know if Sandra can handle what her boyfriend wants.”

  Kelly seemed uncertain. “It’s her idea.”

  “Is it really? Do you want to have a threesome with me and another girl?”

  Kelly got very small. “No.”

  “Make sure she really wants this and can handle it.”

  Kelly stayed silent.

  I continued. “And tell her to ask me. They need my permission too.”

  I don’t think Kelly even heard me.

  .

  She held my cock motionless in her hand. I pulled off the road to park.

  She looked up at me, those crazy huge blue eyes. “Never fuck another girl, OK?”

  “What? No, never. You are my girl.”

  Kelly still seemed rattled. “I couldn’t take it. I would explode or something.”

  “Don’t worry about it. You are all I want, and will ever want.”

  She nodded distantly, and tucked my cock away, and we got out of the car.

  The Hike

  Kelly wanted to hike out to the Makapuu lighthouse. You get go out to the lighthouse itself, but you can hike out to the point and look down on it from above. It’s a popular trail, and Kelly hadn’t seen it yet.

  It gets pretty hot out there in the day, so we headed out early in the morning. We took along Anthony and Sandra, and couple of friends of theirs, Rick and Lisa. The girls all wore bikinis and sarongs, which is a wonderful way to hike, at least as far as we guys were concerned. To make it even more interesting, of course, I knew that Sandra wanted to have a threesome with Kelly and Anthony. Kelly, for whatever reason, hadn’t worn the bottoms of her bikini, just the top and the little short pink sarong that showed her long legs so deliciously.

  Sandra hadn’t asked my approval yet, so I knew nothing was going to happen yet. Kelly’s approval was a given. Just knowing a guy wants her is the most powerful aphrodisiac for her that you could imagine. Also the cheapest, and most common. I mean, everybody wanted to fuck her, and wanting costs nothing. But Kelly is like a moth to a flame, and needed me to guide her through her own desires.

  We had all been here before, except Kelly, and she was therefore the most excited of all of us. We parked al
ong the road with about three other cars, so you know we were early. Kelly picked a flower near the still closed parking area, and slid the stem inside her bikini top. As if we needed an excuse to look at her cleavage. We walked the uphill trail for a while, and it quickly devolved into a game of Anthony trying to steal Kelly’s flower, and Kelly trying to keep it tucked into her breasts.

  I kept an eye on Sandra, but she seemed pretty OK with the obvious flirting between Kelly and Anthony. Rick and Lisa just thought the whole thing was funny. And it was funny, goofy and sexy, as Anthony would try and grab her flower, and inevitably get blocked by her arm, her back or her breast as he reached in.

  We climbed up to the old bunkers at the top. The shade was great for a few moments. I showed Kelly Rabbit Island, then went out to climb up on top of the bunker. Anthony grabbed that moment to corner Kelly in the bunker, and actually managed to get her flower at last. He held it away from her, and she struggled to grab it. Anthony reached behind her and plucked the string on her bikini, untying it. Kelly clutched it to herself, then turned her back to him and demanded he retie it. He did so, slowly.

  Kelly turned back, and Anthony dropped her flower down the front of his shorts and told her she was welcome to come and get it any time she wanted. Kelly gave him a mock glare, and said there was nothing in those shorts she wanted anyway. He pinned her against the wall, and said she had to pay a toll to leave the bunker, but Kelly ducked under his arm and ran laughing outside.

  We looked down on the lighthouse, then decided to take the side trail that leads down to the water’s edge. This can be a little risky, because it’s easy to get hurt on these unpaved steep side trail, but if you are careful you can manage it.

  I helped Kelly, since all she had on her feet were flip flops, and we headed down to the beach. I went first, reaching back to help her down over the rocks and her short little sarong kept opening and showing me her pussy. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, but she knew what I was seeing. By the time we reached the tidal pools, we were both sparks just looking for tinder.

  I helped steady Kelly on the edge of the tidal pool. The tide was out, so we didn’t have to worry about waves. Lisa and Sandra undid their sarongs, and put them on a damp, but relatively dry bit of stone. Rick helped Lisa into the water, and Anthony did the same with Sandra.

  They floated in the water, half sitting. Kelly didn’t have any bikini bottoms on, but that didn’t stop her. Kelly stood on the ragged rock surrounding the pool, faced us, and then slowly began to unknot her sarong.

  Everyone stared. I realized that I wasn't the only one who knew Kelly didn’t have anything on under her sarong. Slowly, deliberately, and very casually, Kelly took off her sarong, and folded it and put it on the rock with the others. She made no attempt to hide her naked pussy, nor did she act if anything was out of the ordinary. Then she slowly slipped into the water with the rest of us.

  We all pretended she wasn’t naked from her pretty belly down, for fear of jinxing the moment.

  I didn’t know how Rick and Lisa would react. I mean, they seemed like a pretty cool couple, but my girlfriend had just flashed her exceptionally pretty pussy at them, and now floated in the water with them. I mean, everyone was thinking about Kelly’s pussy. For guys, that’s cool. For girls, that can be all sorts of things. I figured Sandra was OK, but I doubted Lisa wanted to have a threesome with Rick and Kelly. I enjoyed the moment, but I knew it was fraught.

  After a few minutes Kelly announced that she didn’t like tan lines, and asked Sandra to untie her top for her. She turned her back, and lifted her hair as Sandra untied her bikini top. Kelly took it and placed it up on the edge of the pool.

  “Am I the only one?” she asked, taunting.

  Sandra laughed. “OK, fine,” she said, and slipped off her own top. She stayed under the water though, her breasts floating free.

  “How about it?” said Rick to Lisa.

  “I don’t think so,” said Lisa, rather coldly.

  We stayed like that for the next half hour or so. Kelly would occasionally sit up out of the water, displaying her amazing breasts for a few minutes before slipping back in. Sandra stayed topless, but under the water, and Lisa never did relax, although Rick prompted her a few times.

  Kelly demanded her flower back, but Anthony just told her to come and get it.

  Eventually, the time came to go back up the hill. Anthony grabbed both bikini tops, but gave Sandra hers when she refused to get out of the pool without it. He held on to Kelly’s but Kelly didn’t care. She climbed naked out of the pool, and gave everyone a long, lingering look at her impeccable body as she picked up her sarong and tied it at her hip.

  We began the climb back up the hill, the girls in their bikinis and sarongs, and Kelly topless. You can’t imagine how sexy she looked; wet, climbing, jiggling as she stepped up over the jagged basalt. Her nipples were puckered even in the hot air, droplets of water clinging to them.

  As we neared the trail she told Anthony she needed her top back. There were other people on the trail above. Even he knew it was time. He offered Kelly her top, but instead she turned her back to him and made him put it on her. She lifted her hair.

  Anthony fastened it on her fastidiously. We all watched as he tied it to her, his hands carefully avoiding all contact with her flesh. He did well. Kelly turned, and adjusted her breasts within the cups. Her cleavage. Wow. Her nipples bulged out through the fabric. Either Kelly was very cold, or very aroused.

  The sun beat down us as we headed back to the car. Kelly’s flip flops were badly torn from the lava rock.

  We climbed in. On the way there, Lisa had sat between Rick and me. Now she rode shotgun, with Rick between us. Weird.

  Kelly got in the back, behind me, beside Anthony, with Sandra on the other side right behind Lisa.

  Lisa was quiet. She stared out the window. It was hard not to pick up on her negative energy.

  I could see Kelly in the back. She had trouble sitting still. I knew what those wriggles meant. I couldn’t wait to get her home. Her frustrated flirting with Anthony promised a wild fuck for me.

  Her hand reached out and softly held my shoulder as I drove. I could feel her restlessness. She moved forward, sliding to the middle, onto Anthony’s lap so she could lean forward and breath into my ear.

  “I love you baby,” she whispered.

  I patted her hand.

  I eased the car onto the road, then turned left onto the main highway. I glanced in the rearview. Kelly still sat on Anthony’s lap, up straight now. Her eyes were half closed.

  It occurred to me that the only thing shielding her bare ass from his lap was her little pink sarong. I knew it wasn’t much cover.

  Kelly bit her lip.

  I over-corrected to stay in my lane. I kept looking at Kelly in the mirror. She seemed tense, uneasy.

  I was tense and uneasy. I needed to fuck her so bad.

  Kelly leaned forward and slid an arm around my neck. I glanced in the rearview again. We had been, maybe ten minutes on the road. An eternity, really. Kelly ducked her head and a hand pulled her bikini top away.

  Anthony’s hand.

  Kelly nuzzled me. “Baby please.”

  I leaned into her a little, still driving. “Baby please,” she said, her lips grazing my neck. I knew Rick could hear her too. Not Lisa, but Rick for sure. “I’ll be the best girl ever” she purred.

  I took a moment.

  “Please?” begged Kelly. Her lips caressed my neck. “Baby please?”

  A car passed us from the other direction.

  I nodded.

  Kelly flicked her tongue lightly against my neck. “Thank you Daddy,” she whispered.

  She sat up straight.

  Another car approached us.

  I saw her right shoulder dip. She was reaching for something under her.

  I wanted to see her breasts, but the rearview mirror didn’t show that wide a view. Instead I saw Kelly’s face as she reached beneath her. I saw her mouth open. She lift
ed up a little, then settled down. Her eyes closed, then bulged open, her mouth slightly agape.

  “Penetration,” I thought. I knew that face. He is entering her right now.

  Kelly bit her lip again, and wriggled. She sank down a little.

  Incredible. I was hard, and ready.

  Kelly sank down a little further. Only for a moment, then her shoulders rose a bit again.

  “He’s in her,” I thought. I hoped Lisa wouldn’t notice.