Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  Kelly began to rise and fall in the rearview mirror, slowly, gently.

  The motions were almost imperceptible.

  “He’s fucking her. He is fucking my girl.” I watched as best I could. I could imagine how he felt. His cock, buried deep in my girlfriend’s softly, slowly squirming pussy, pushing ever deeper up into her center.

  I know how her hips writhe. Her hips urge you to do the unspeakable things you’ve always wanted to do to a willing prize like her.

  Kelly’s hips do not moderate a man. They inflame.

  I watched her in the mirror. Kelly’s eyes stared into mine, hers half lidded, mine open and aroused. Her hand rested on my shoulder. I felt her rise and fall as he fucked her.

  I turned on the radio.

  Barry White filled the car. “You're all I'm living for, your love I'll keep forevermore

  First, you're the last, my everything.”

  They fucked in rhythm to the song.

  I knew he was playing with her nipples, although I could not see. Kelly stared into my eyes. Her lips made little quivers.

  I don’t know what Sandra was doing. Lisa still looked angrily out the window. Rick had his hand on her bare thigh, but he glanced several times at the rearview mirror. Kelly had her right hand on his shoulder now, her left on mine.

  I adjusted the mirror so Rick could see her. I tipped it down a bit. I could see Anthony’s right hand massaging her breast now, her other breast swaying free.

  We hung like that, lost in time.

  The Average White Band came on, then Minnie Riperton. Both Kelly’s breasts swung freely now.

  I turned the music louder.

  Rick stared in the mirror, his hand tight on Lisa’s bitter thigh.

  I guessed, correctly, that Anthony’s hand was now down between Kelly’s thighs. I could see her eyes. She knew Rick was watching her too, but she kept his secret. She smiled at him briefly, but then surrendered to the insistent pleasures between her thighs. Her mouth opened.

  .

  Kelly was close.

  She mouthed the words. “Can I come?” to me.

  I nodded.

  Anthony’s fingers had pushed her clit as far as it could go. I saw Kelly arch, her eyes staring at me, shocked, astounded at what was happening. Her hands clenched on our shoulders and she shuddered. I could see her convulse around the cock jammed up inside her, that slowly moving cock urging her to release. As she shuddered, I saw Anthony grip her shoulder, and he emptied deep into my girl, lifting her up as he filled her responsive pussy with his cum.

  I gave them a moment now. It felt too personal. I looked away as they recovered. Rick attended to Lisa.

  We drove a few minutes more, then dropped Rick and Lisa at their place. I drove on, three in the backseat, me alone in the front. I dropped off Sandra and Anthony at his place. Kelly gave him a long, lingering kiss goodbye, then got into the front seat with me. She curled up next to me, and slid her hand onto my cock with practiced ease.

  “I’m hungry,” she said. “Let’s go get plate lunch.”

  The Contest

  I blame myself for this one. All of Kelly’s sins are sins of opportunity. She doesn’t go looking for trouble, but when danger presents itself, Kelly tends to surrender.

  The incident in the car after Makapuu made me realize how attracted Kelly is to dangerous sex. That was a fraught situation, fucking in a car with an annoyed girlfriend in the front seat, her boyfriend watching you, and a second girlfriend in the backseat sitting right there fully aware as you fuck her boyfriend. Not to mention your own boyfriend watching you as you come while some guy plays with your clit and pumps a prodigious amount of cum into your squirming pussy.

  So I was starting to figure things out.

  Anyway, my old beater of a car was starting to give me trouble. It had died on me twice that summer already, but I had managed to get it going again, but on a Tuesday morning Kelly and I were headed to the beach and it died, and it died good. I pulled it off the road, and got under the hood, but no luck. I was hot, sweaty, and irritated.

  Kelly wasn't happy either.

  She had on this little crop top t-shirt and super short shorts. No bra.

  And she was mad.

  We only had a couple of hours, and now it looked like we weren’t going to make it to the beach at all.

  A pickup truck came down the road towards us. I saw the passenger start beating on the shoulder of the driver as they went past us. It stopped a hundred yards or so down the road, then turned around and drove back.

  We needed a ride.

  Kelly was cranky, but we needed a lift and she figured she was going to get it.

  She leaned casually back against our defeated car and arched her back.

  The pickup pulled up next to us.

  Kelly innocently enticed them.

  The passenger leapt out of the car and came around. “You guys need a ride?” he asked, a little excitedly.

  I nodded. “We do.”

  I thought he would explode. He looked so happy, and thrilled. The driver stayed in the truck, scowling over the steering wheel at us.

  Kelly stood up.

  The old Kelly would have just stood up. But Kelly had come a long way. She unfolded. She undulated. She was leaning against the car, and she pushed off it languidly, her hips first, a slow lazy movement that made you see this was a girl, and a girl with time on her hands. An overheated, barely dressed girl who is bored, and probably easily talked into a quick bang, just to pass a little time. She stood up, her breasts shimmying under her t-shirt as a final little coda to the whole carnal and deeply lascivious movement of simply becoming vertical.

  He looked at her. “Fuck.”

  He had that right. I was annoyed with Kelly, and even then I still wanted to fuck her.

  Kelly stood now, her hips thrust towards him, her face haughty, and her nipples jutting out bra free under her t-shirt, just like they always do. Her belly was taut, tanned, and begging to be filled with a cock.

  He just stared.

  Kelly is not one to ruin a moment. Her voice has a husky sexiness that pretty much finishes a guy. She was in no hurry now, and she looked at him, her eyes open and mildly available. This is a girl he just might, if he is lucky, be able to fuck. If the timing is right.

  Kelly looks at him.

  He broke the silence.

  “Don’t you remember me?”

  “Should I?” she answered. Her voice was right, but that wasn’t what she had imagined saying.

  The driver shouted out the window at him. “Sukebe! Come on, let’s go!”

  The guy gestured at him. “He doesn’t believe me.”

  I was not in this conversation.

  “Believe what?” said Kelly, her body still perfectly poised, if her mind was struggling to sort this out.

  “You don’t remember?” he said, incredulous.

  Kelly shook her head, running everyone she knew in high school through her head. “No.”

  “I fucked you.”

  She stared at him.

  “A couple of weeks ago. On the beach. I fucked you.”

  Kelly understood at once, but she didn’t remember. She spoke slowly, uncertain. “We fucked? You and me?”

  He nodded, pleased. “We did. And I’ve been looking for you ever since.” He suddenly noticed me, and realized his social faux pas. “Oh, um sorry brah. Might have been some other girl.”

  I looked him over. He looked familiar.

  Kelly couldn’t remember him at all. “Are you the guy who came on my tits?”

  I cringed. Tits. Kelly.

  He shook his head. “Nope, I came right up inside your punani.” He cursed, admiringly. “So tight, and so sweet. You don’t remember?”

  Kelly shook her head.

  He seemed crestfallen. “I made you come.”

  “I came a lot that night,” said Kelly. “A lot of guys made me come.”

  He nodded. “OK, but can you tell him I fucked you?”


  Kelly smiled and gave a thumbs up to the guy in the truck, who returned it.

  It turned out, the guy’s name was Iokua. He and a few friends had seen the fire down by the beach, and crashed the party. He was the only one of them with enough nerve to fuck her, and apparently he came in her twice. Once in her mouth while she was fucking another guy, and once on his own, in her pussy. He said she hugged him close and bit his neck when she came.

  That sounded like Kelly. I saw no reason to doubt him, and I remembered her biting a couple of guys.

  So, this guy I didn’t know that had fucked my girlfriend offered us a ride and we climbed in.

  Of course, Kelly rode in the cab between the two guys, and I rode in the truck bed holding on to the sides and trying not to lose my balance.

  We were still mad at each other. We had exchanged some unkind words as I tried to get the car started again. I don’t know, sometimes she provokes me. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to hate fuck her. I mean, I was really mad. Kelly gets mad too, except she doesn’t want to hate fuck me when she is mad at me. She hate fucks someone else.

  So we are driving along and we are maybe one minute down the road. I am looking through the back window at her, and at the road over top of the cab, and feeling the breeze rush through my hair, which is pretty cool, and suddenly I see Kelly pull her t-shirt up over her head.

  I mean, fuck.

  To me, if things aren’t right between us, you don’t fuck around. You make it solid, then you push the boundaries. To Kelly, if you are feeling off kilter, sex makes it all better.

  Any sex.

  With anyone.

  Anyway, Kelly stripped off her top and she bent over the driver's lap. I didn’t even know his name. Kelly did, although she has since forgotten it. She popped his soft cock out of his shorts, and quickly sucked it hard.

  We were maybe five minutes from the beach. This guy, with his cock in Kelly’s crazy sucking mouth, had the wits to turn left twice and get on a road mountainward. In Hawaii, you are either going toward beach or mountain. We don’t really do north and south here.

  There isn’t really much to tell. Kelly’s head bobbed up and down in his lap until at last he came. I knew he came because Kelly sat up and wiped her mouth.

  The pickup cab had these sliding glass windows in the back, and Iokua opened them just a crack and shoved her t-shirt through it. I picked it up, so it wouldn’t blow out of the back of the truck. Then I saw Kelly lift her ass and slide her shorts off.

  Iokua fed her shorts through the windows as well.

  I secured them.

  Next would have been her panties, but Kelly doesn’t wear panties. So my girlfriend was nude in the cab of a pickup truck with one asshole she had just met and sucked off, and another asshole she had fucked this month but couldn’t remember.

  I couldn’t love her more.

  Iokua played with her naked body as we drove, and she reached over and pumped his cock appreciatively. We went up the mountain, and finally turned down some crazy little dirt road with nasty drop-offs on the right hand side. I was half terrified by the height, and half aggravated by my slutty girlfriend.

  We pulled up outside a ramshackle corrugated tin roof shed.

  As soon as the truck stopped I hopped out of the back.

  Everyone else spilled out of the cab. Kelly was completely naked, except for her sandals. Iokua didn’t have any pants on. His cock stuck out into the air, uselessly.

  Kelly squirmed up next to me, grabbing my face and kissing me deep. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

  I nodded.

  She slipped her tongue into my mouth, then pulled it back “I’m still mad too.”

  I wanted to hold her naked warm skin forever.

  She led us to the shack, and stood to one side as Iokua unlocked it.

  There wasn’t much inside, except an old double bed and a few kitchen things.

  Kelly sat on the bed.

  “I have a game,” she said.

  I just looked at her.

  “Everyone get naked,” she said. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts.

  Kelly purred.

  I checked out my rivals. Obviously no one had anything to be ashamed of. Although Iokua’s cock was, well, pretty symmetrical. Way more than the other guy, maybe more than me. Why couldn’t I remember this guy?

  I wish I could remember the other guy's name, but Kelly wouldn’t let him take part, since he’d already come in her mouth in the truck. So he was just going to watch.

  “Alright,” said Kelly. “It is down to this.”

  She motioned to us. I stepped towards her, my cock erect and bobbing. Iokua did the same.

  “Here’s the rules,” said Kelly.

  I wasn’t in the mood for rules.

  “Here are the rules,” said Kelly, again. She gripped our cocks lightly, and began to stroke them. “Whoever comes first loses.”

  I’d like to say I asked her to explain, but I didn’t. Kelly’s hand on my cock. There is nothing else. Kelly stroked us a few strokes, and then started to talk some more.

  “One of you gets to fuck me” She pumped our cocks slowly. “You have both fucked me before. You know what the prize is worth”

  She stated the obvious. She put her thumb right on my sweet spot. “I want a man who will last long enough to satisfy me.”

  I don’t even know what that means. I’ve satisfied her with my tongue, even after I’ve come.

  Kelly is stroking our cocks and her breasts are swaying with each movement. Is she kidding me? I watched her give a blowjob in the truck. I pray that Iokua is a horny fool.

  Kelly kisses his cock. I have to look. It’s a good cock, thick, veiny, impressively long considering his height. Iokua is not that tall, but he has the cock of a big man. I feel the first flicker of defeat. I mean, we haven’t even started, but I am seeing his cock deep inside my girlfriend. Again, apparently.

  I don’t really remember the first time he fucked Kelly. Neither does she. Maybe I didn’t get a good look at his cock then, stuff got pretty wild. Plus I am pretty arrogant about my own cock. Sure Sefa’s cock was huge but, big isn’t everything. My cock is symmetrical, and beautiful.

  It occurs to me that Kelly has never said that. Kelly has commented about size many times. She seems unaware of symmetry.

  Fuck Kelly.

  Although I intended to.

  She sits on the stained bed, stroking both our cocks. She aims them at her chest, but it is way too soon for that to matter. Although I pray Iokua has the same weakness I have. I remember early on when Kelly masturbated me onto her breasts. This was before we fucked, and I was so desperate and I’d made her come and she stroked me and at the last second she directed my shot onto her nipple. Her left nipple. Her left for all time huge wonderful soft and exquisite nipple.

  I could paint a picture of that nipple. I fell in love with that nipple that night, although I do that every night. It’s not a big deal to her. I don’t know if she cares. But right now she is masturbating Iokua and me and my cock is pointed at her left nipple.

  Just shoot me.

  This is my secret, my shame, but you understand. When I come I often imagine my cum splashing across her left nipple, like it did that night. Even when I am deep inside her.

  Sometimes I whisper to her, while we are fucking, that I want to come on her tits.

  Now she openly masturbates me onto her left nipple while promising Iokua if he can hold out for a few seconds he can fuck her pussy senseless.

  And yet so help me god, she seems unaware. It is random chance how we approached her, how she seized our stiff cocks, how she is stroking us, but the gods of chance have not done me any favors.

  I don’t think Kelly cares who wins. Both of us have fucked her, both have made her come. She pumps our cocks easily, lost in the contest, excited to fuck the cock who wins. She has a good night ahead.

  This fortunate asshole and I stood in front of her, our cocks a
imed at her jiggling tits, as if we were equals. And Kelly stroked us shoulder to shoulder, side by side, Iokua at her right nipple, myself at her left; orderly, democratic, unprejudiced and may the best man win.

  Her left nipple.

  God help me.

  The sound of her pumping our cocks. Her mischievous eyes. Those breasts.