Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  I got ready.

  Kelly put on a black ankle length gown with spaghetti straps. It hugged her body. The fabric was thin, too thin to wear underwear beneath, so Kelly wore none at all. You could count the little bumps on her nipples.

  I wanted to fuck her right there. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to deliver her into Dwane’s range, with her looking like that. She looked fuckable. She also looked very fertile. She’d only just stopped taking her birth control this week, but I knew she could very well be already primed.

  Dwane met us at the door, and let us in. He looked pretty comfortable with the whole thing, but why not? It wasn’t his wife excited about getting pregnant with another man’s child.

  We had dinner.

  Kelly insisted on serving both of us, even though she didn’t know her way around his house. I think the real reason was so she could move around and display herself to us. Any time I glanced at Dwane, he was staring at Kelly. I watched her too, my cock half hardened just being in the same room with her.

  After dinner Kelly led us into Dwane’s living room. It occurred to me that she wanted to have a threesome. We both fuck her and come in her and let the best sperm win. It sounded sexy, but close up it seemed a little too real. Not that it mattered. Kelly had other ideas. She sat us down on the couch, and then knelt on the floor in front of us.

  “Let’s have a contest,” began Kelly.

  I had a sudden memory.

  We listened.

  “I’ll keep it very simple.” She paused, and pulled her dress off over her head. She shook her hair, and her breasts jiggled hypnotically in front of us.

  She laid her dress aside. I think Dwane twitched. I know I was fully erect, which felt awkward, but entirely out of my control.

  “I’m going to give you each a handjob at the same time,” said Kelly contentedly. “When someone cums, the contest is over. The winner is the man who holds out, the man who doesn’t come.” She smiled at both of us. “The winner gets to fuck me, while the loser watches.”

  My heart jumped in my chest. “I thought I got to decide.”

  Kelly nodded. “You do. If you don’t want me to fuck Dwane, just don’t come.”

  “I like it,” said Dwane, standing up. He unzipped his pants, and let them drop to the floor.

  “Both of you,” said Kelly. “Take off all your clothes.”

  “Kelly, this isn’t fair.”

  Kelly smiled. “I know. You did this once before, and you lost. But the stakes are higher now. This is for the baby in my belly. Yours, or Dwayne's?”

  “Baby, no.”

  “You have complete control. All you have to do is not cum.” Kelly smiled.

  I should have moved a little faster. Dwane slipped off his boxers, and his semi-erect cock hung down like a stallion’s as he started to unbutton his shirt. My own cock stuck out stiffly, way too eager to imbed itself between my wife’s slim thighs. I felt embarrassed to be lusting after her so obviously.

  Dwane and I sat down again side by side. Kelly took ahold of both our cocks, mine in her left hand. She held them up together. Dwane’s stiffened quickly in her grip. His cock was huge. Kelly stroked both of us, but the hand on Dwane’s cock had to travel twice the distance to go up and down the full length of his shaft.

  She started slowly, chattering a little bit about how sexy it was having two cocks in her hands. She knelt tall, her back arched a little, her hands moving up and down on our cocks. Dwane told her how good she looked, but then fell silent. I knew exactly how he felt.

  I tried not to think.

  Kelly picked up the pace a little. Her arms opened wide; her breasts hung freely and moved in response to her motions. Her rib cage moved up and down, and her breasts jiggled in a beautiful harmony.

  They were mesmerizing.

  Kelly couldn’t have done anything to stop it, not without interfering with the handjob, and she continued on, letting her breasts bounce and sway unfettered. She leaned forward slightly, and let the undersides of each breast bounce on our respective knees.

  Her insistent hand, the light tapping of her breasts on our legs, it very quickly became a grim battle for Dwane and I. I looked over at him, his face serious, his brow furrowed. He looked away from Kelly, then back again. His eyes traveled over her face, her breasts, and then he closed his eyes to try and concentrate on not coming.

  I did the same. Closing my eyes made it worse. I focused solely on the pleasure her urging hands gave my cock. I opened them again, and stared at her forehead, desperate to think of something not erotic. I looked at her hand moving on my cock for a moment, her thumb pressed against my sweet spot. That made it worse, so I looked at her other hand, the one dwarfed by Dwane’s cock, but moving just as relentlessly on him.

  Kelly’s face was dead serious too.

  She was going to make the loser come.

  She kept pumping us, and Dwane and I began to shift a little on the couch, trying to ease the tension building in our cocks.

  “Does that feel good?” teased Kelly.

  She knew it did and both of us were concentrating too hard on not coming to answer.

  “Do you want to feel this cock in my pussy?” Kelly taunted. She made eye contact with both of us. I realized suddenly that Kelly didn’t care who won. She would fuck the winner eagerly, whoever it was. This wasn’t a trick to get me to come first so she could fuck Dwane, she really wanted to fuck the winner of this contest.

  I needed to win.

  Kelly’s pretty face was resolute and determined. Her lips were tight as she put even more effort into pumping our cocks.

  I could taste victory. To win now meant beating Dwane forever.

  I took my lust and balled it up in a tight knot in my mind. My cock still surged with sensation, but I began to control it.

  Dwane started to show distress. He opened his legs a little, pressing against mine. I could feel him fighting the orgasm.

  I knew he was close.

  Kelly leaned over and brushed her nipples on our knees, and aimed our cocks at her breasts, her hands a flurry on our shafts.

  An image crept into my head, an image I had never seen. I saw Kelly on her back, legs open, and Dwane fucking her, exploding into her, filling her pussy with cum as she writhed and orgasmed under him.

  I tried to chase it away.

  I needed to win, but I kept thinking of him exploding inside my wife. I knew he had before. I knew if I held on, he wouldn’t ever again.

  I needed to win. I tried to clear my mind, but all I could see was Dwane coming in my wife, his cock endlessly convulsing and spraying inside her.

  My tightly wrapped ball of lust suddenly slipped out of control. I sat up straight, and raised one hand as if to ward her off.

  “Kelly,” I said, my voice breaking.

  Kelly looked in my eyes, her hands still stroking both our cocks. I stared at her, at her hypnotic breasts, and I just saw Dwane fucking her and coming in her and Kelly squirming orgasmically under him.

  I heard a groan, and a wet splat, and realized that it was me.

  I shuddered, and sent a powerful burst of cum over Kelly’s neck. She let go of Dwane’s cock, and bent over mine, catching the second spurt of cum in her mouth as she swallowed the head of my cock.

  I grabbed her head and arched up against her mouth. Beside me Dwane made a growl and lurched to his feet. I felt Kelly’s tongue on my cock, as I pulsed my final shots into her, as Dwane pulled her up and away from me. My final spasm shot weakly into the air as my cock popped out of Kelly’s still sucking mouth. Dwane turned her and bent her over the arm of the couch in one motion. I watched, destroyed. I had gone from victory to defeat in a few dozen seconds, and had only myself to blame.

  Making a Baby

  Kelly lay head down as Dwane gripped his rigid cock and brought it to Kelly from behind. He positioned it, as I heard a whimper from Kelly. Then he grabbed her hips with both hands and slid it into her in one easy motion.

  “Oh, you’re ready f
or that, aren’t you bitch?” he growled at her.

  Kelly arched back and opened her eyes wide as he bottomed deep inside her pussy. He started fucking her hard and fast, slamming into her. “You fucking tease,” he said. He grabbed her hair in one hand and wound it around his hand, then pulled her sharply back. Kelly arched back even farther, her face looking up at the ceiling. Her breasts jutted out right in front of me, bouncing wildly as Dwane fucked her.

  I began to recover from my orgasm, and I was filled with anger at myself. Dwane seemed angry too, as he pounded my wife’s little body from behind. Kelly just made little guttural cries every time his cock thudded into her. Dwane let go of her hip and reached around and grabbed her breast. “These fucking tits,” he said, not missing a thrust. He thrust into her several more times like that, then let changed grip, grabbing both her hips again and slammed into her hard, lifting her ass up off the couch arm and holding her there, impaled. “Do you like that bitch? Do you like fucking a winner?”

  Kelly gasped something unintelligible.

  “The winning cock bitch. Does it feel good? Does it feel as good as you thought it would?” He bit off the words, his mouth tight.

  “Yes.” Kelly moaned the word out. “Yes.”

  He started fucking her again, desperate brutal strokes as he stabbed deep within her pussy. Kelly stared ahead like she was in a trance. Dwane pistoned into her, over and over, and she gazed ahead blankly, her mouth slightly open, her body shuddering with each blow. I wanted to get up from the couch, I was too close to them as they fucked. But I stared, transfixed in my own way.

  Kelly started to make tense little mewling noises as Dwane brutalized her. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened wider. She lowered her head, and suddenly, she spasmed. She groaned, and shuddered all over. Dwane continued to fuck my wife as she came, not slowing at all. He fucked her through her orgasm, and let her slump after while he still fucked her. As she lay spent and motionless, he quickened his pace, and then almost shouted as he came in her. He pumped a few last, jerking thrusts into her as he filled her womb with his cum.

  I knew that could be it.

  Dwane wasn’t done though. He pulled my wife up off the couch and turned her around. Kelly’s legs were weak, her eyes unfocused. Dwane but a hand on the small of her naked back. “Let’s go upstairs” he said.

  Uncertain if that t statement included me, I followed anyway. I doubt they would have noticed either way. Dwane guided Kelly to his bedroom, and I stopped at the door. He laid her on her back on the bed, then lay beside her, kissing her lightly. Kelly returned the kisses, turning toward him.

  I could see his hands on her back as they kissed, her naked ass above the covers, her long beautiful legs.

  I felt awkward. The kissing was soft, intimate. So different from the storm that had just passed through the both of them. They took their time now, exploring each other with their mouths and hands. Kelly reached down and caressed his cock, gently, reassuringly. He ran his hands over her breasts, toying with her nipples, tweaking them into firm peaks.

  Kelly’s soft cuddles were having an effect on Dwane’s cock as well. I could see it grow under her gentle touch, her ministrations arousing his second wind. As it stiffened she cupped his balls in her hands, then moved back to stroke his shaft. She turned and knelt to kiss it, then took it between her lips. She fondled it with her mouth, popping it in and out, wetting it, licking it messily. Dwane stroked her hair as she worshipped his cock, her wet mouth making little happy noises of encouragement.

  I watched them, naked myself, my own cock hardening in response to Kelly’s perverse lust.

  Dwane pushed her back onto the bed. Kelly lay quietly, obedient. He opened her legs, and knelt between her yielding thighs. Once again he brought his obscene monster to her intimate portal, and again Kelly surrendered. He pushed it, slowly this time, into her center. Her legs lay feeble and open, giving him uncontested access to her womb.

  Dwane slowly eased himself into her most sacred place.

  This penetration seemed to last forever. He deliberately slid into her, painstakingly slow. There could be no mistaking his intent.

  Kelly’s thighs gently clasped his hips, and she whispered something I could not hear. They lay together for a few moment, the head of Dwane’s cock nudging gently at the opening of her cervix.

  He held her there, tantalizing, so close to the rhythmic strokes I knew she would need, but did not give them to her. Finally, at last, Kelly began to move. She arched her back and pushed her pelvis up and back, stroking his cock with her pussy. Dwane didn’t move. He was making her fuck him.

  Kelly responded sinuously, her legs entwined with his, her hips moving, her whole body urging him to fuck her.

  Still Dwane held still.

  He whispered something to her, and she nodded, her hips rising and falling around his unceasingly.

  He kissed her, and then his hips began to move in rhythm with hers. They harmonized within seconds, his cock moving deep inside her, Kelly opening to let him bury it deep and slow within her, then shifting as he withdrew and preparing her body for the next undefended penetration deep within the bowels of her soul.

  This was different. This was something else, something new. They were uniting, moving together, each of them gasping quietly and caressing the other as they moved in unison.

  I watched them, for lack of a better phrase, making love. I could watch them fuck, but making love was too much. I stepped aside, back into the hallway, and tried to get perspective,

  I could hear them, whispering little endearments and their bodies moving enmeshed with each other on the bed.

  “Oxytocin,” I thought. “It’s kicking in.”

  Kelly and Dwane moved together in slow, sensual congress in the next room. I just had to look through the door to see it.

  And yet I didn’t.

  I stood there for long minutes, listening to them, Dwane’s big, alienating cock buried securely in my wife’s inappropriately accessible pussy. They writhed together, the head of his cock, his urethra, locked in rhythmic synchronicity with my wife’s clearly too willing and completely unprotected cervix. A single unguarded stir of his cock within the bowels of her belly would flood her womb with his unrelenting sperm. They would hunt down her egg and storm its helpless form, and put his baby growing deep inside my wife.

  I listened.

  I knew they weren’t close to fusing, by the slow reassuring movements and sounds they shared with each other.

  I listened longer.

  I heard Kelly talking.

  I couldn’t tell what she said, so I surrendered and went around the corner again to watch them.

  She was begging him to come in her. “I want your baby,” she gasped. He silenced her with a long deep kiss.

  When the kiss ended she started again. “Come in me,” she begged. “Give me your baby. Let me carry it. Let me have your baby.”

  My Kelly. My beautiful, wonderful wife. Fidelity has always been a challenge for her, but this was a new covenant. How deep does “For better or for worse” lie riven into your soul? I could see I would learn. Could I love a Kelly, her belly swelling with another man’s child? Could I love the child?

  Dwane responded by quickening his thrusts, and kissing her deeply. They writhed together, locked together, pussy and cock, their bodies mindlessly urging the other to breed, and their brains adding to the din.

  He fucked her hard now. Kelly moaned with each thrust deep into her. Dwane pinned her down with an arm across her chest, and fucked her relentlessly.

  “I want a baby,” wailed Kelly. “Please.”

  I saw Dwane’s ass suddenly clench. He arched, and drove deep into my wife’s pussy, holding his cock as far into her as he could get. He spasmed, flooding my wife’s wanton womb with his sperm. Kelly rose up to meet him, arching her back, thrusting her hips up, letting his cock release at the very mouth of her cervix.

  I think she came as well. I don’t know. I left the room and went
downstairs and got dressed.

  An hour later Kelly came down, naked of course.

  “I fell asleep,” she said.

  She dressed, and we drove home.

  “Don’t…don’t say anything to me,” she said. “I think I might break.”

  I put my hand on her thigh.

  She leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder.

  Kelly Struggles

  Kelly was crushing pretty hard on Dwane. We had seen it before, with first Anthony, and later Mark. But it still didn’t make it easy to cope with.

  It took a week before I wanted to fuck my wife Kelly again. I still loved her, and we cuddled at night, and I held her, and she slept on my shoulder, but I didn’t want to fuck her. I’d seen Dwane flood her fertile womb with his cum, and suddenly I’d lost interest. I’ve always been receptive to her sexual escapades, but found this one too absorbing.