Swap Meets (Volume 2): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife Erotica MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  Michelle turned her head, looked over her shoulder. “Paul! Don’t come in me. I want you to come in my mouth.”

  Harry bit his lip and watched in turmoil.

  Paul pulled out. He was shaking slightly as Michelle scooted round on the bed. She crawled forward and reached out for his cock, quickly peeled off the condom and put her mouth around the bulbous tip. Paul’s face showed his surprise—he’d obviously expected her to leave the condom in place. Then his head dropped back as he let out a long groan.

  In the porn film Michelle had been watching, the actor had spurted into the actress’s mouth from inches away, the whole explosion played out in technicolour. Right now, the only evidence of Paul’s orgasm was his facial expressions and the sound of Michelle’s gulping as she swallowed everything pumped into her mouth. Harry watched as her tiny hand gripped the base of the huge dick and pumped it. Paul let out another grunt and pushed his hips forward, and Harry heard more gulps. Michelle stilled her hand but kept the cock in her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at Paul. He was catching his breath and Harry thought he looked a bit stunned.

  Michelle let the cock fall from her mouth and knelt up so she was eye to eye with Paul. “Hmm, thank you.” She sounded breathless.

  He smiled. “Happy Birthday.”

  Michelle hadn’t looked at Harry at all while she’d been having sex. He didn’t know if this was intentional or just because she’d been too interested in the other man to think about him.

  She climbed off the bed and picked up Paul’s jeans. He got the hint and quickly dressed. He didn’t acknowledge Harry as he moved towards the door. Michelle held the door and smiled up at him. She kissed his cheek as he left.

  As soon as the door was closed, Harry stood up and undid his trousers. His cock was hard and slick with pre-cum. Michelle walked toward him and he put his hands on her shoulders, easing her onto the chair from which he’d watched. He pointed his cock towards her face. She knew what he wanted and opened her mouth. As soon as he felt her wet warmth surround him his insides started to boil. Keeping her eyes on him, their gazes locked, she moved her mouth on him and he came instantly, hard jets firing into her throat. She gagged, obviously not expecting it to happen quite so quickly. She swallowed, using her hand to pull more from him. Harry cried out, sounding as if he was in pain. She kept him in her mouth until he softened, then held his cock in her hand and kissed the tip gently.

  It took a moment to come down. As he got his breath back, he watched her face. She seemed reluctant to start the conversation, or even look at him.

  Harry took a breath. “I didn’t like him.”

  She looked up but didn’t say anything in reply.

  “He seemed arrogant, rather than grateful.”

  Michelle maintained her silence, her hand still holding his now flaccid cock.

  He let out a breath. “But I suppose he was everything that was needed—everything you needed. He’d got a hard body and a big cock, and he fucked you hard like you wanted.”

  She bit her lip, nodded.

  Harry smiled down at his wife. “How was it for you?”

  She shrugged, as if non-committal. “I suppose it was okay…”

  He laughed. “From what I saw, your reaction to what he was doing suggested it was better than ‘okay’.”

  Michelle frowned. “What do you want me to say, Harry?”

  “I want you to tell me how much you enjoyed your first bull.”

  She scrutinised his face, like she was trying to decide how honest to be. “I had a very good time, as well you know.”

  Harry stepped back and pulled her to her feet. He stripped, and they both slid into bed, facing each other.

  He stroked her face tenderly. “His cock was huge.”

  “Hmm, I noticed.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  She scrunched up her nose. “Only in a nice way.”

  “When he fucked you from behind I was worried he was hurting you.”

  “It was fine. A bit of a shock at first, but I soon got used to it.”

  “I’m going to have to try to ignore them and just concentrate on watching you.”

  Michelle blinked in surprise. “Them?”

  Harry stroked her face. “I’d say tonight’s been a success, wouldn’t you?”

  She held his gaze for a few seconds, then nodded once.

  “Do you want to play the role of a hotwife again?”

  Her expression was serious. “Would you want me to?”

  He reached out and traced his fingers over her nipple. “I got a big thrill out of watching you. You just saw how much it turned me on.”

  “I was surprised when you came so fast.”

  Harry remembered the way he’d felt as soon as her mouth closed around his cock. “So, are we going to try and find another bull to tend to your needs?”

  She leaned closer and whispered into his ear. “Yes, please.”

  Harry felt his cock twitch.

  As Michelle slept soundly, Harry lay awake. He’d experienced an unbelievable high from seeing his wife writhing and moaning as Paul fingered and fucked her to orgasm after orgasm. But his biggest thrill came when he saw the shock on her face when Paul slid all the way into her from behind. Seeing her struggling to accommodate the huge cock had turned Harry on more than he could have imagined, and he couldn’t explain why that should be so. He wasn’t a sadist, but there’d been an undeniable pleasure in seeing her wide-eyed shock. Although Paul’s climax had been exactly what Michelle had said she’d wanted, Harry couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at being deprived of the visual feast the porn film had served up. Maybe it was something he could mention before Michelle recruited her next bull.

  She was already showered and dressed when he woke, and as they made their way downstairs, she suggested they didn’t discuss Bull Night until they were alone. After a full breakfast in the hotel restaurant, they set off on the journey home. Harry kept stealing glances at Michelle during the drive, until she finally turned down the radio and turned to him.

  “Do you want to say something?” Her voice was playful.

  He shrugged. “Just wondering how you feel about things in the cold light of day.”

  “I feel the same as I did last night. Why, are you having regrets?”

  Harry shook his head. “No, not at all. I spent a lot of time thinking about it while you slept, and although I felt a lot of things, regret wasn’t one of them.”

  She smiled at him for a few seconds. “Good.”

  They drove in silence for the next couple of miles before Harry built up the courage to ask the question that had been on his mind since Paul had left. “When do you want to do it again?”

  “Why?”

  He shrugged, trying to keep his voice casual. “I was just wondering…”

  She placed her hand on his arm and squeezed it gently. “I thought we’d be better leaving it a while to make sure you were still okay after you’d had a chance to think about it.”

  “I thought about it a lot beforehand. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted.”

  She smiled mischievously. “In that case, bring on the next bull.”

  Chapter 3

  Harry and Michelle soon settled back into their usual routine. Both went to work on Monday as usual, and there was no mention of another bull until they were in bed on Wednesday night.

  Harry brought the subject up as he started to stroke her hip. “Will you get the next bull to give you the same as Paul did?”

  She looked into his face, a half-smile on her lips. “What do you mean?”

  “Will you tell him to fuck you hard from behind and then come in your mouth?”

  Michelle ran her finger along the length of his cock through his boxers. She shrugged, then scrunched her nose up. “Been there, done that. I think I should try something else from the menu, don’t you?”

  Harry laughed. “I see. And do you have a list of things you want to try?”


  As Michelle gripped his dick through the material, Harry was relieved it had got harder when he fantasised about watching her with the next bull.

  “You could say I have a few things on my bucket list.” She smiled, mischievously. “Or maybe ‘fuck-it list’.”

  Harry slipped his hand inside her panties. She was already wet. “What sort of things?”

  “Ooh, lots and lots of things.” She pushed his boxers down to his knees, removed her t-shirt and panties, straddled his thighs and gripped his cock in her hand. Michelle started pumping, holding eye contact.

  “Are you going to tell me, or are you just going to show me when you’re with your bulls?”

  She stroked him faster. “I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe I’ll do both—tell you some things, but then surprise you when I get him to do something extra-dirty.”

  The thought of his wife with other men turned Harry on more than he liked to admit, and he was worried she was going to make him come. “I think you’d better put me inside you.”

  Michelle laughed, but there was something about the tone he didn’t like. She leaned over him and looked into his eyes. “No, I think you’re going to have to wait until I’ve had another bull before you get to fuck me again.”

  With that she squeezed his cock tighter and pumped her hand as fast as she could. Harry cried out and arched his back as he came, thick jets shooting from him and landing on his chest and stomach. Michelle kept pumping, and more cum oozed out and ran down his length, covering her fingers.

  He lay breathless and watched her face. She was looking down at her hands, spreading his cream all over his skin. She looked serious.

  “Michelle?”

  She looked up and smiled.

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “Nothing.” She shook her hair back from her face. “I can wait. You can watch him fuck me, and you’ll see me come then.”

  That was a little worrying. “Are you saying you don’t want sex with me?”

  She moved herself up his body a little and then lowered her crotch onto the sticky mess on his groin. He was flaccid with no chance of entering her, but she just wriggled on him, and he could feel her wetness against the quickly-drying cum on his body.

  She leaned forward until they were face to face. “Of course I want to have sex with you, but you’re just going to have to be patient and wait your turn.”

  After a short silence, Harry decided to tell her his news. “There’s a barracks in Catterick.”

  “Oh?”

  “It’s in North Yorkshire.”

  She held his gaze but didn’t speak.

  “I’ve rented a cottage there for next weekend.”

  Michelle looked surprised, but pleased. “A cottage?”

  Harry shrugged. “It was about the same price as a nice hotel, but I thought it would give us a bit more flexibility.”

  “That sounds interesting—I can be very flexible.”

  He laughed and slapped her on the thigh. “Yeah, I’m sure you can.”

  She rolled off him and lay by his side. They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, then she reached over and turned off the lamp. Harry fell asleep thinking about watching his wife reaching climax after climax with other men.

  * * *

  There was very little conversation as they drove to Yorkshire on the Saturday morning. The sky was a clear blue and the countryside picturesque. Emotions tumbled around inside Harry—mainly excitement and anxiety—giving him butterflies in the stomach and a warm feeling lower down. As they reached a railroad crossing, he glanced over to see her daydreaming out of the window. She had her hair tucked behind her ears and it glowed in the sun. It was hard to tell if she was excited, but she looked completely serene.

  The cottage turned out to be a small terraced house. It was clean and bright, although the grey and gold patterned wallpaper in the living room wasn’t something Harry would have chosen. The room was furnished with a large leather couch, matching armchair, and flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the couch. The kitchen and bathroom were both modern, and the only bedroom was fitted with a king-sized bed and wardrobe. The room was quite small, and couldn’t really fit anything else in it.

  Michelle hung her clothes in the wardrobe, but Harry just dropped his holdall on the bed. He’d only brought jeans and t-shirts, so he wasn’t too concerned about creases. They decided to go for a walk around and get an idea of possible venues for later. Once they’d seen several places that looked promising, they entered a pub with a blackboard showing an extensive menu.

  After ordering lunch, they took their drinks to the beer garden, taking the table at the back near the bushes. Several of the other tables were occupied by groups of military personnel—both male and female. As they sat down, Harry noticed Michelle surreptitiously looking around at the soldiers.

  “There’s no need to pretend you’re not checking out the meat.” He smiled when she looked at him.

  “I thought I’d have a quick look-see, to get an idea of what’s likely to be on the menu.”

  Harry nodded, took a sip of his beer. He wanted to talk about later, but wasn’t sure how best to phrase things.

  “What is it?” Michelle looked concerned.

  “I was just wondering… if you’d got a definite plan of action. For later.”

  “You mean, am I going to claim it’s my birthday again?”

  He laughed. “No, I was thinking more about when we got back to the cottage…”

  “I think the bedroom’s too small for you to watch from a discreet distance—you’d probably have to sit on the bed or stand in the corner.”

  This had also occurred to Harry when he’d first walked into the bedroom.

  “So,” she continued, stirring the ice cubes with her straw. “Maybe we should use the lounge. You could sit on the armchair, and we could use the couch.”

  “Good idea. Have you thought about the… other aspects?”

  Michelle took a sip of her drink through the straw, then looked straight into his eyes. “Do you mean what I want him to do to me?”

  Harry nodded. His throat was suddenly dry, but he delayed taking a sip of his drink until she’d answered.

  “Maybe I’ll wait and see what he’s like, and what I’m in the mood for at the time.” She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer to him. “Do you have any requests?”

  Harry hesitated. There was something he wanted to mention, but he didn’t know how to say it without sounding like a pervert. “Er…”

  A smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Tell me.”

  He didn’t know how to express what he’d like. “The last time—”

  “The first time. Don’t make it sound like I’ve had so many.”

  He laughed. “Fair enough. The other time, I enjoyed watching you. I loved seeing you come—your facial expressions, the moaning and groaning in ecstasy. I got a real kick out of that.”

  She smiled. “Good. I liked it, too.”

  “Hmm. The dirty talk was a turn-on, too.”

  She waited. When he didn’t say anything else, she frowned. “But?”

  “But I didn’t get anything out of seeing him scrunch his face up or hearing him grunt.”

  Michelle was still frowning. She shook her head, puzzled. “I know you didn’t like him, but I’m not sure I understand what—”

  “When he came in your mouth, I heard him grunting and you gulping—and that was it. In the film we watched, we could see the guy come.”

  “Ah.” She finally seemed to understand what he’d being getting at. “So you wanted to see Paul coming, to witness his cum actually shooting out?”

  Harry shrugged, feeling more than a little embarrassed. “It makes better viewing—ask anybody who watches porn.”

  “So, tell me what you want.”

  Harry got the feeling she was angry at him, all of a sudden. “Nothing. It’s not all about what I want.”

  “I know that. But I’m gett
ing what I want by fucking them, so tell me exactly what you want from watching.”

  Harry worried he’d spoilt the mood. “Michelle—”

  “Tell me what you want, Harry. It’ll turn me on more if I know there’s something you want me to do.”

  His dick started to swell in his trousers. “I want to see him fuck you, and hear you moan and groan while he does it. I want to watch your face when you come—because for me, that’s the sexiest part. But when he shoots his load, I want to be able to see it.”