Hotwife Kelly Bundle
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Kelly’s Great Expectations
I drove my wife Kelly through the empty early morning country roads as she looked in the sun visor mirror, trying to get the last bits of cum and spit cleaned off her face
We had just spent a weekend at a company retreat, where she had agreed to fuck a man she didn’t like to get me a promotion. That man was the owner of the company, a tall, well-built African American man with decided ideas about the role of women, and pretty much everyone else, really.
She had been fucked wildly for two days.
“It’s over baby,” I said, putting my hand on her thigh. “You don’t have to see him ever again.”
She closed the mirror, and was quiet for a bit, then she said. “I guess. He wants to see me next weekend.”
This was a surprise, and yet not a surprise. “What did you say?” I expected her to give him a flat out no, or maybe to say she would talk to me. “I said OK.”
I took that in.
“Why did you say that?”
Kelly seemed a little clueless. I started to wonder if I had old Kelly back, the wild girl I knew when we were dating.
“I’ll be all recovered by next week, and I’ll be ready for it.”
“Oh,” I said, a little surprised by that answer. “What makes you think you’ll be all recovered?”
Kelly caught on, and reached over and started to massage my cock.
“You’re hard,” she said, surprised.
I nodded, and tried to keep my mind on the road.
Her hand teased my shaft through my pants. “You like it, don’t you,” purred Kelly. “You like it when I’m wild.”
Her fingers were magical.
“Maybe,” I answered.
She unzipped my pants and slid her hand inside. She fumbled a little, then found my bare cock. Her fingers wrapped around the stiff warm flesh. “Look how hard you are,” she said, squeezing it. “You like it when I fuck other guys.”
“I guess I better like it.”
She squeezed it again. “Are you jealous?”
“Maybe a little.”
Her fingers moved slowly on my cock.
“Don’t be. I always come home with you.”
“So why do you want to see him next weekend?”
She sat quietly, thinking for a moment, as if she hadn’t thought t over yet. “I don’t know, the whole thing was very sexy.”
“That’s not a great answer.”
She slid her hand down to cup my balls. “These feel swollen,” she said, playfully.
“They are aching. My balls are aching, my cock is aching, everything.”
She held my balls in her hand.
“I like that,” she said. “I like it when you want me. It’s sexy. I like being wanted.”
“Is that why you want to go back? Because he wants you?”
“I think so,” she answered. “At least it’s a lot of it.”
“It’s not because you want another shot at his big cock?”
She laughed and gripped my cock again. “No. But that doesn’t hurt.”
“You liked his cock, didn’t you?”
She started casually stroking my shaft. “That’s the jealousy talking, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” I answered.
“He has a great cock,” said my wife. “But I love your little guy more.”
“Because it’s attached to me,”
“Exactly.”
I thought about that. “I don’t think my cock is little.”
“I know,” she said.
That was not a satisfying answer.
She was stroking me more vigorously now, her long fingers wrapped snugly around me.
“If you could pick my cock or Dwane’s cock for me to have, which one would you pick?”
“Don’t be silly.”
I found it hard to sit still, with her hand busy in my pants.
“Tell me.”
“Well, Dwane’s of course. It’s a silly question.”
I thought about that silently while she opened my pants and freed my cock, pumping it easily up and down as it stuck up into the air.
“I like being fought over,” said Kelly suddenly. “I like being wanted.”
“Is that sexy for you?”
“Yes,” answered Kelly. “The first time I came, at the bar, he was relentless.”
My cock jumped when she mentioned herself coming. She continued, her hand moving rhythmically as she talked. “I tried to stop him, but he just kept touching me. He wanted me, and finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer.”
“Yes,” I said
“And then when we went back to his room and he showed me his stiff cock and he fucked me, he wanted me so bad. And while he was fucking me, I knew how bad you wanted me.”
I made a little moan. My weakness throbbed in her gliding hand.
“And so I just hit this kind of wave, where I just kept coming and coming. His big cock in me, and thinking about how badly yours wanted me, I thought I would never stop coming.”
Her hand was moving faster now. She could read my body, my cock. She knew what I needed.
“Do you want me to tell you all the wicked things I did this weekend?” she breathed quietly in my ear.
“Please,” I said, my breath coming it short gasps now.
“Let’s see, do you want to hear about the first time he made me come, or the first time he came in me, or how I liked playing with his cock just like I’m doing with yours?”
My breath was coming in short bursts. “Just tell me,” I gasped, “the sexiest thing for you.”
“Oh,” Kelly said. She tightened her grip ever so slightly, and began the burst of motion she knew would finish me.
“Do you know why Dwane wants me to spend the weekend with him?” she said coyly, her hand urging me to come.
“No,” I managed. I was so close the next words she said would make me come.
“He wants to get me pregnant.”
My cock exploded.
I hadn’t come for three days. I made up for it now.
Kelly smiled and jerked my cock in rhythm to my convulsions. I fought to keep my eyes open and the car on the road as she milked the cum from me, in long torturous squirts, like an obscene geyser. The cum splashed back down over her hand, over my cock, and over my pants. I got some of it on the steering wheel.
Kelly just slowly pumped me, as I began to recover.
She leaned over and snuggled in. “So can I go?” she smiled.
Birth Control
Kelly stopped taking the pill the same day.
I knew how much she wanted to have a baby. Or I thought I did. If she was willing to let Dwane put a baby in her, then the drive was much stronger than I realized.
Still, I thought she wasn’t serious. I don’t even know if Kelly thought she was serious. She does like to act out fantasies, and to play with an erotic concept in her head. We both know she doesn’t always make the best decisions sexually.
I was desperate to fuck her, but after the hard fucking she’d had all weekend, she asked for two days off to recover. I wasn’t happy about it, but she made up for it with a couple of exquisite blowjobs. She came several times herself. A sore pussy doesn’t slow her down when it comes to playing with her little clit.
The third night, when we went to bed I could tell something was different, and she was much more sexually aggressive.
She started to nuzzle my cock, teasing it with her face. I was hard in an instant, with anticipation.
“You get to fuck me tonight,” said Kelly, tantalizingly. Then she straddled me as I lay back. She brought my cock to her pussy, bending back slightly, her hips thrust toward me. Her breasts jiggled as she slid down onto my cock.
She moaned.
We both needed it.
She squirmed for a moment, my cock driven up into her. I groaned and gripped her thighs, and pushed up into her. She bent down, cradling her breast with one arm, and fed her nipples to me. All I could think of was her doing
that exact same thing to Dwane three days ago. The same move, the same look of desire, the same soft moans as I sucked each nipple in turn into my mouth.
She rode on my cock for a few more strokes, then lifted off my cock.
It popped out, falling back a little at an angle, glistening, stiff and eager.
“Wait,” said Kelly.
She reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, and pulled something out.
It was a condom.
“What’s that?” I asked, knowing what it was.
“Wait,” said Kelly.
She tore the package open with her teeth. I just stared at her nipples.
She bent over my cock and began to roll the condom onto it.
“What’s that for?” I asked again, my mind sort of comprehending, but still in an erotic stupor.
Kelly rolled it down expertly to the base of my cock. “We want to know for sure who the father is,” said Kelly wickedly, then straddling me again.
I just wanted my cock inside her.
And yes, it was hot thinking she wanted Dwane to make her pregnant. I don’t know why, I didn’t want her to do it, but with her sliding down onto my cock, that delicious wicked smile, the deviant thoughts I knew lay behind those pretty eyes; yes I wanted her to fuck Dwane and get a belly swollen up as big as a house.
She wriggled on me. She leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest, squeezing her breasts together.
Those nipples.
She rocked on me slowly. She was watching my face, but she was also smiling deviously. I held her thighs again, and thrust up into her, but Kelly deliberately moved out of sync with me. I felt frustrated, trying to penetrate her deeply, but thwarted. She lifted when I pushed up, moved to the side to limit the length of my cock inside her, and wouldn’t settle down enough to plunge the length of my cock inside her. Instead, I had just the head of my cock tucked in between her pussy lips, but aching to bury itself in her.
“I don’t think you should go in deep,” she said coyly. “The condom might break.”
I groaned and thrust again, a thrust that she easily parried and turned into another moment of frustration.
“I don’t need you to fuck me deep,” she said. Her voice was hoarse. “Dwane will do that Friday.”
Her hand slid to her pussy, and I saw her finger reach down to her clit.
“He’s got a bigger and better cock anyway.” Her finger started to massage her clit softly. I thrust up again. She caught most of the impact on the underside of her thighs. I didn’t penetrate any farther. Her breasts shimmied at the blow.
She cooed softly.
“He’ll be so full of cum.” Her finger moved quickly now. “And then I’ll be so full of cum.”
I tried another parried thrust.
“His cum,” she purred.
I tried another vain thrust.
“He’ll put his baby in me,” Kelly moaned, and then suddenly she froze. She grabbed her pussy and shuddered, coming hard and fast.
I’d had enough. While she was coming I flipped her over onto her back and drove deep between her thighs. My cock bayoneted her pussy as she quivered helplessly in orgasm. I pumped into her hard, making her cry out with each violent thrust.
I plundered her. I fucked her brutally. She gasped, riding the orgasm. I knew she liked my cock fucking her right now. After she comes any cock, anything is good.
Her legs splayed weakly as my body slapped furiously against hers. She lay under me, breasts bouncing freely as I pummeled her. And then I came, wrenchingly, thundering into the condom.
We didn’t talk.
I got the condom off, and Kelly snuggled up to me like she does every night. Were we role playing? I didn’t know. I don’t think Kelly knew. But we’d both gone to a new place. Kelly drifted to sleep, and I held her.
The next day passed with the minutiae of work and life, but Kelly was burning in my brain. I wanted to talk to her about it all, but the timing seemed off. At least, until later that evening, when Kelly and I were seated on the couch watching TV. I don’t remember what was on, but Kelly reached over and started playing with my cock, something she does quite regularly.
She patted it and massaged it and played with it gently, absent-mindedly really.
It stiffened quickly.
“I love your cock,” said Kelly.
“It loves you,” I responded.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, tracing an outline on it with one finger.
“Even with a condom on?” I asked, breaking the ice.
“Even with a condom on.” she answered evenly.
She played with it a little more, then unzipped me and pulled it out of my pants. She held it, her hand motionless.
I made some sort of noise. I needed to be in her again. “Do I need a condom again tonight?”
She looked me in the eye. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “Do you need a condom tonight?”
She held my cock snugly.
“Last night was hot,” she said, just as quietly.
“Which part?”
“When you grabbed me and fucked me.”
I pulled her to me and stroked her neck with my fingers, brushing her hair away so I could reach it better. Kelly still held my cock tightly.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” I said.
She caressed the tip of my cock with one finger from her other hand.
“It’s Wednesday,” I reminded her.
“I know,” she said.
I hesitated. “Are we just playing a game? The weekend is almost here.”
She didn’t answer, she just lightly touched my cock.
I tried again. “Do you still want to fuck Dwane?”
She looked up at me, her eyes soft. “Would I be forgiven if I said yes?”
I kissed her.
“Do you still want a baby?”
“You know I do.”
“Dwane’s?”
She sighed. “I don’t know, the idea is so hot and so sexy and so exciting and it complicates everything.”
“It does,” I agreed, “Do you want me to give you a baby?”
“I do,” said Kelly. “I want that very much.”
Kelly was pensive the rest of the evening. We went to bed and cuddled, and she held my stiff cock, but we didn’t fuck.
In the Balance
Thursday night everything had changed, but not in the way I had thought. Kelly was excited, and sensual, and very confident, but she wouldn’t let me touch her. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said, “but you have to wait.” I had no idea what she had in mind, but she wanted me to wait, and I could do that. I fell asleep erect.
Friday seemed to arrive in an instant. I don’t think it is too much to say that I was trepidatious, but Kelly seemed to be completely happy. I still didn’t have a commitment from her one way or another about whether she was going to fuck Dwane, let alone let him make her pregnant.
As soon as I got home Kelly met me at the door. She was naked, and freshly showered.
“Are you ready for your surprise?” she asked.
Of course I was.
“We are going to Dwane’s tonight. I already called him and arranged it.”
“Both of us?”
“Yes.”
I considered this. “Are you going to fuck him?”
“That’s going to be your decision,” Kelly said cheerfully.
“My decision?”
“Yes.”
This was an interesting development. I looked at her. “Do you want to fuck him?”
“Yes.”
Ah, Kelly, the love of my life. Always honest. Painfully so sometimes.
“Do you want him to make you pregnant?”
Kelly smiled and kissed me. “Yes.”
“But you want me to decide?”
“Yes.”
“So why are we going to Dwane’s?”
“You’ll see,” she answered. “There’s still more surprise
to come.”