Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  I had been matching each other drink for drink. Getting drunk seemed to be the best way to get over the awkwardness.

  We had a little grouping of love seats and easy chairs, with a few potted plants around, kind of like an outdoor living room, really. Debby and I were next to each other in the easy chairs, while Brandon and Kelly snuggled together on one of the love seats. Kelly wore a sarong and a t-shirt. The split in the sarong showed off her long tan legs beautifully, and Brandon couldn’t keep his hands of them.

  Which meant I couldn’t keep my eyes off the two of them.

  Brandon would stroke her thighs as he talked to us, occasionally turning to Kelly to kiss her. Her nipples were thick and firm under the t-shirt. She would giggle, and tell him to be good, but then sit sideways on the love seat and drape her bare legs over his lap. Then she would wriggle around again and sit up right, smoothing her sarong over her thighs, only to have Brandon pull it to one side and play with her legs again. Kelly was all wiggles and flirting, and it was having a potent effect on both Brandon and me.

  Then he started brushing against her breasts with his hand, with Kelly again laughing and telling him to stop it.

  “We have people here,” said Kelly, turning her shoulders away to move her breasts out of range of his hands.”

  “So?” challenged Brandon.

  “You have to behave,” she said, only half meaning it.

  “Just watch me,” said Brandon, pulling Kelly close for a kiss on the neck. He growled as he put his mouth on her.

  Kelly put a hand up on his chest. “Behave,” she said, trying to extricate herself from his grip.

  “I don’t think so,” and he pulled her in again for a kiss on the lips.

  They were cute together.

  Kelly was older, but the two of them played like horny teenagers in love. Which Brandon was, I guess. Maybe not in love, but certainly in lust with my Kelly.

  Brandon grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled the front of it up over her breasts.

  Kelly’s mouth made a big “O” and she pulled it back down quickly. “I can’t believe you did that,” she said, slapping him lightly on the knee.

  Brandon moved to do it again, but Kelly doubled over to stop him, the sarong opening and showing her smooth legs again. Brandon grabbed the back of her t-shirt then, since it was all he could reach, and pulled it up her back.

  “Be good,” said Kelly, pulling it back down.

  “Everybody’s seen your boobs before,” said Brandon. “It’s not a big deal.”

  I looked over at Debby. She was watching the two of them, nursing her latest refill. We had switched to straight whisky, just see we could get fucked up faster. Her eyes looked kind of glassy, and she was slouching down in her chair, which just seemed to make the ample mounds under her shirt even more prominent. I could see the little bumps of her areolae pressing against the fabric, not to mention her soft nipples.

  She was smiling, but no longer talking much, just watching the show.

  The show was about to get even better.

  I was grateful for the chance to catch a glimpse of Kelly’s bare breast. I hadn’t seen her naked for a couple of days now, and she and Brandon had moved all their lovemaking to the privacy of their bedroom. It was hard to get used to not seeing her naked body every day.

  Brandon caught Kelly off guard, and pulled off her sarong. Uncharacteristically, Kelly was wearing a thong underneath, but she snatched it back from him with a lighthearted scolding, then turned away to tie it back around her waist again, showing those beautifully sculpted buttocks, her ass flexing as she moved.

  She looked crazy sexy.

  As she sat down again, Brandon grabbed her wrists in one hand, and pulled her arms up over her head. With one quick movement he grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it right up over her breasts, and over her head. He let go of her hand and gave the shirt a quick yank, and pulled it right up over her head.

  Kelly’s breasts bobbled free. She crossed her arms of her breasts for a moment, then let them sway as she lunged to get her shirt back. Brandon laughed and held it up over her head out of her reach. Kelly climbed onto his lap trying to reach it, but he still kept it away from her.

  She slid off his lap, her breasts undulating freely. She ran her hand over Brandon’s lap. “Someone’s excited,” she said teasingly.

  “So are you,” he said, reaching out and pinching her erect nipples. Kelly squealed, and covered her breasts. Brandon grabbed her head and pulled in down onto his lap. He let go, and she sat up again, but slid her hand over his pants again.

  “Does somebody need a little night air?” she said playfully.

  Brandon just grinned at her.

  “Is it getting hard to breath in those pants? I don’t think there’s much room left in there now,” she cooed. Her fingers traced the outline of his stiff cock through the material.

  “It’s pretty uncomfortable,” said Brandon. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  Kelly shot a glance at Debby, then turned back to Brandon. “I might be able to help.”

  Kelly took hold of his fly, and leisurely unzipped him. Then she reached into his pants with her slim fingers, and fished out his cock. It stood up proud, thick, long and beautiful.

  “Wow,” said Debby, finding her voice. “Holy fuck.”

  Kelly ran her fingers along his cock, teasing it even more erect, if that was possible. Brandon tilted his head back. Kelly wrapped her fingers around it, like she was holding a pop can, and stroked the tip with just the long red nail of one finger of the other hand.

  “That explains a lot,” said Debby, slurring.

  “It does indeed,” I agreed.

  Kelly licked her lips.

  I was as hard as Brandon, if not as thick or long. But I wanted to watch that cock fuck my Kelly, right now. I could taste the lust in the back of my mouth. I wanted him to sink that beast like a pile driver into my Kelly and pound her senseless so I could watch her come.

  “Patience, patience” my enflamed brain said to itself.

  Debby sat up a little.

  Kelly bent her head over Brandon’s cock, and opened her mouth. She let a thin stream of drool trickle from her lips, dripping onto his cock and sliding down the side of the shaft.

  I was mesmerized.

  Then she bent down and took his cock between her lips. She held just the head of it in her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. Brandon moaned softly, anticipating. Kelly held it securely, took a deep breath in through her nose, then began to swallow his cock. She worked down it, her throat flexing, slowly ingesting it. Her lips worked on the ridged skin of his heavy shaft, as if she were pulling it into her throat by the efforts of her lips again. Her eyes were wide, focused on the base of his cock still the length of my cock away from her nose.

  Debby was fascinated.

  Kelly consumed another inch. You could mark the progress by a freckle on the side of his cock. It moved closer and closer to her wet harbor, until at least it disappeared under her encroaching lips.

  Kelly had almost all of it in her now. You could see the bulge sliding down her throat. Her throat muscles tightened around it. She took a breath through her nose, but her windpipe had to be compressed to almost nothing. Then she swallowed the last couple of inches, and the thing was firmly lodged in her throat.

  Kelly didn’t move. She held it there inside her, feeling the fullness of it.

  Then she leaned back and pulled her head up, letting the cock slide wetly out of her throat, disgorging it and taking in a deep breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Brandon’s cock sprung slightly back and forth, and leaned into give him a kiss.

  “Let’s go inside,” she breathed.

  They got up.

  You can’t imagine my disappointment.

  I helped Debby to her feet. Kelly picked up the baby monitor, and headed inside with Brandon, the two, devouring each other as they tried to walk, Kelly’s breasts alternately pressed a
gainst him, or caressed by his hands.

  I guided Debby to the pool house. She was having trouble negotiating even the smallest obstacle. I took her into the bedroom and she collapsed onto the bed. I think she fell asleep for a moments.

  I shook her. “You need to get undressed.”

  “Yes,” she said, but didn’t move.

  I looked down at her. I suppose she could sleep in her clothes. I gave another try.

  “Do you want to sleep in your clothes?”

  “No,” she said.

  She still didn’t move.

  I could see no other option. “Do you want me to undress you?”

  “Please.”

  I slipped her sandals off. Then I unsnapped her shorts.

  “Lift your hips,” I said. She managed to obey. I slipped the sorts down to her thighs. She had on little white panties with tiny pink roses on them. Very cute.

  I got the shorts off. “Panties too?” I asked.

  She lifted her hips.

  OK, fine. I bent down and slid her panties off. She had a very carefully trimmed bush. I was used to Kelly’s smooth little pussy, so I noted the difference immediately. She smelt like woman. Intoxicating.

  Not that we needed to be more intoxicated.

  I sat her up long enough to work the t-shirt up over her head. She immediately flopped back down onto the bed.

  Those breasts.

  Spectacular.

  I don’t know wht I was expecting, but they were wonderful. Firm mounds of flesh topped with large pale pink nipples. Her breasts slid slightly apart as she lay on her back, the pliant mass just begging to be touched.

  Of course that was my dick speaking.

  Debby was asleep.

  I went to shift her under the covers and she woke up. She looke dup at me. “Are you going to fuck me now?” she slurred.

  “No,” I said. “You are too drunk.”

  “No I’m not,” she said automatically. Then, softer, “I wish you would fuck me.”

  “You are going to be asleep in two minutes,” I told her, manhandling her under the covers.

  She nodded and rolled over.

  I got undressed and climbed into bed beside her.

  She was right there.

  Warm and feminine and sexy and with breasts I would love to play with.

  I tried not to think about it. Kelly and Brandon were fucking now, I was sure. Probably for the next hour.

  I wanted to fuck too.

  I wanted to fuck Kelly. I wanted to fuck Debby.

  I just needed to fuck.

  I closed my eyes, and willed my erection to go down.

  It didn’t.

  I settled in for a long hard night.

  Learning to Swim. Again.

  I eventually fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took, but it was a long time.

  I awoke with an erection.

  I awoke with an erection, and a hand on my erection.

  Not my own hand. For a change.

  Debby was nuzzled up tight against me, her hand slowly stroking my cock. I couldn’t see much, the room was still dark and obviously it was still night.

  Debby’s lips grazed my cheek.

  “Don’t say anything,” she breathed.

  I didn’t.

  She kept stroking my cock, getting it bigger and harder. It ached with need.

  She rolled over partially onto my chest. Her bare breast pressed into me, and her mouth found mine. We kissed.

  It felt strange to have lips that weren’t Kelly’s against mine, but it was also exciting. Debby kissed differently, there was a hunger, a nibbling in her lips. She teased my tongue out of my mouth and into hers.

  My mouth clung to hers, sucking gently, pulling her tongue into my mouth, and exploring her lips. We kissed, and we kissed. Debby liked to take her time. She kissed my neck, my cheek, my earlobes, and always returned wetly to my mouth.

  I kissed her face, her neck, but I went back to her lips quickly, eagerly. I wanted to stay united with this woman, to feel her acceptance, to press close together in a passionate bond. Her mouth made me jubilant.

  Kelly didn’t kiss like this. Kelly kisses to make you want her, she teases, she makes you work, and then she kisses you as a prelude to getting your cock in her mouth, to getting you to fuck her, to getting Kelly to come, and for you to cum in her. Kelly’s kisses are sexy and wonderful, lustful and inspiring.

  But these kisses were different.

  These kisses were dangerous

  Debby was hungry but she wasn’t hungry to fuck. She wanted more. More than fucking. I could feel it, but I didn’t know what it was. But she would have kissed until dawn, I think. Maybe longer. I could feel the longing grow in me, unknown, unbidden, even unwanted. I wanted to possess this passionate woman, if only for a little while.

  Suddenly I understood why Kelly fucks other men.

  And then she slipped out of my mind.

  Debby put her leg across me, and lay on top of me now, both breasts pushing into me. Her legs lay outside mine. Her belly pushed against my hard cock.

  We kissed.

  My hands roamed over her back now, touching her shoulders, the small of her back, her hair. I wanted to touch all of her, to explore every inch of her body. She made little sounds, encouraging sounds, enticing me to explore her more.

  Her hips started to move, massaging my cock.

  She lifted herself up, the big balloons of her breasts dangling over my face. I trapped a swinging nipple with my mouth, and began to suckle. Debby moaned softly, and I fed gently from her breasts, first one, then the other, my lips and sucking mouth making her quiver.

  I loved her breasts.

  They were Kelly’s breasts, really. Almost identical, and I feasted on them the way I would have feasted on Kelly’s, were they not currently reserved for Brandon only.

  Your mind goes to strange places when you fuck. It seizes on strange weird thoughts, and the oddest stuff comes to you. As I sucked her nipples, and massaged her breasts, I knew that she hadn’t had any children, and had never breast fed. I wondered what she thought as I urged her to release milk I knew she did not have, nor ever intended to have.

  And then the thoughts passed and it was just this warm woman with two perfect breasts in my face. As I continued to suckle, she began to move her pussy against me.

  “She’s going to come,” I thought. My Kelly can come from having her breasts sucked. Why not Debby?

  I held one breast and squeezed the nipple while I orally pleasured the other.

  She writhed slowly on my body. She pressed her clit against my cock, and rubbed it on me.

  She started to gasp, and then suddenly shook.

  She didn’t make a sound, her whole body tensed and then just shuddered, like a silent earthquake, miles deep, was ripping through her.

  I held her as she came, all through the orgasm.

  She shuddered and quivered and gasped. I stroked her back, and petted her head.

  Then she started to cry.

  She got off me and huddled up against the headboard, her legs drawn up, and cried.

  I sat up next to her and held her close. I didn’t know why she was crying. I didn’t know what to say.

  She leaned in against me and cried softly for a while. She fell silent, except for an occasional deep breath or a gentle sob.

  “You ok?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she answered. “It’s, it’s been a while.”

  “Okay,” I said, stroking her hair. “It’s OK.”

  She took a few more minutes to collect herself. “I’m sorry,” she said. “This isn’t what you signed up for.”

  I patted her tenderly. “It was wonderful.”

  “It was?” she said, sniffling just a little.

  “Incredible.”

  My eyes had grown used to the dark, and I could dimly see her face now. She had a smile.

  She swung her leg over me, and straddled my lap as I sat back against the headboard. She cradled her breasts with her
arms, and put a hand on either side of my face. “You’re sweet,” she murmured, and kissed me.

  My cock had relaxed while she cried, but her warm body on me again, her pussy unprotected and open above my lap, had a profoundly arousing effect.

  She leaned in close. “Are you OK with this?”

  I nodded.

  She wriggled with infinite slowness on my lap. We began kissing again, slowly, but with a definite edge to it. I felt like a shark, and she was blood in the water.

  I figured Kelly was asleep by now. She was asleep, and missing everything, because I was out here in the night fucking her sexy sister. About to fuck her, anyway. It felt delicious.

  I pictured Kelly lying asleep on her side of the bed, her face half smiling as usual, the baby monitor turned up full and right next to her head.

  I missed her.

  Debby kissed my deep, her tongue restless in my mouth. There was an urgency to our kisses now, and they pushed us forward. Debby’s breasts pushed against me as she reached down and grabbed my cock, bringing it to her pussy. I arched upward, trying to get it into her.

  Too soon.

  Debby lined it up again, and this time I connected.

  My cock slid up easily into her.

  “That’s it,” I thought. “I’m cheating on Kelly.”

  With my cock inside Debby’s pussy I had officially crossed the Rubicon. It felt good. I felt there would be a price to pay somewhere, somehow, but right now, my cock in Debby was the best thing in the world.

  God she was wet. Wet like fifty guys had already come in her.

  She made no secret of her arousal, but squirmed and cooed as I fucked her from below.

  This was heaven.

  My starving cock devoured her pussy. Her pussy fucked me back. Her pussy moved, it was active and thrusting and hungry like a wild animal.

  This woman could fuck.

  She was like a panther, a wild wriggling thrusting dangerous beast. So different. Kelly is a wild fuck, but she fucks by responding to what you do to her, she wriggles in response to the pleasures she gets.