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

by Selena Kitt

  Her face was still very serious. “Where do you want him to come?”

  “I don’t care. Anywhere, everywhere. He can come on your tits, tummy, face, back, legs, arse, feet. It’s your choice. He can come in your mouth again if that’s what turns you on the most, but hold his cock a few inches away so I can see it.”

  She nodded. “I can do that. I may even get him to come more than once, and unload in different places.”

  Harry now had a full erection, and was just about to ask where she’d instruct her bull to come when a young girl arrived with their food.

  They ate lunch in relative silence, but Harry’s mind couldn’t let go of what Michelle had said about the bull coming more than once. This was a deviation from the first time. Harry suspected that no matter how fit the new guy was, he’d need at least half an hour’s rest before he’d be able to come again. Clearly Michelle intended this evening to last a lot longer than the first. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

  * * *

  Harry and Michelle left the rented cottage a little after eight. He was a little surprised at her choice of outfit. It was a warm summer evening, but Michelle wore a black lace top, short black skirt and black tights. The only colour came from a pale blue angora jumper that hung off one shoulder. When he mentioned that most women would probably be showing a lot of flesh, she pointed out that her skirt was too short to wear without tights.

  They walked to the pub they’d liked the look of earlier, and it was already busy, most of the customers soldiers. Without a word, Michelle walked confidently to the bar and left Harry standing on his own. He looked round for a free table, but they were all occupied. He stood and waited for a while, feeling uncomfortable, but when he saw Michelle chatting a couple of guys at the bar, he decided to go and buy himself a drink. He queued at the opposite end of the bar, and when he’d finally been served he took his drink and stood near the door, where he had a clear view of Michelle. She was now chatting to a group—men and women—at the end of the bar. He waited for over fifteen minutes, but in that time she never once looked over in his direction. If she’d decided she wanted to do things this way, he wished she’d mentioned it to him first.

  Harry replenished his drink, and was beginning to get a bad feeling about the way things were developing, when Michelle suddenly left her group and walked towards him, smiling.

  “Mission accomplished.”

  Harry glanced from her to the group she’d been talking to. None of them were looking in his direction. “You’ve found a guy?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, and he’s more than happy to let you see what we do.”

  Something about the way she’d worded it annoyed him, but he couldn’t explain why. After all, this was what they’d planned—for Michelle and the stranger to have sex while Harry watched. But the phrase ‘see what we do’ made him feel like an outsider. He was her husband. The other guy was the outsider.

  “Harry?”

  “Sorry, yeah. Great. So, what d’you want to do?”

  Michelle smiled. “Vinny’s just getting us another drink.”

  “Vinny?”

  “Yeah—it’s a nickname, I think. But we’re going to have one more drink, then we’ll leave. Do you want to wait here for us, or back at the cottage?”

  Flustered, Harry raised his glass for her to see. “I’ve still got this to drink, so I’ll hang around for a while.”

  Michelle ran her hand down his arm. “I just thought it’d be less awkward if all three of us didn’t have to walk back together. Last time it felt really weird.”

  “So, what do you suggest?” Harry’s voice came out a little colder than he’d intended, but she didn’t seem to notice.

  She smiled and leaned close, whispering in his ear. “Why not go and draw the curtains, set the lighting and wait for us to get there.” She ran a finger down his cheek, then turned and headed back to the bar.

  He finished his drink in two gulps and left the pub. On his way back, he passed an off-licence and bought a couple of bottles of wine and a six-pack of beer. Once in the cottage he closed the curtains and turned on the wall-lights. Then he settled down in the armchair, drinking beer from the can in silence.

  Harry was on his third can when he heard the key in the lock. Michelle came through the door followed by Vinny. He was huge—over six feet tall, and very broad across the chest. He wore a white t-shirt which showed off all his muscles. Harry thought he looked more like a body-builder than a soldier. His hair was short, fair and receding slightly.

  Michelle did the introductions. “Harry, this is Vinny. Vinny, meet my husband, Harry.”

  Vinny stepped forward and shook Harry’s hand. “Alright, mate?”

  “Yeah.” Harry felt the man’s strength as his hand was squeezed in a vice-like grip. He couldn’t place his accent, but at least the guy seemed friendly enough, and a lot more polite than Paul had been. He cleared his throat. “Do you two want a drink?”

  Michelle answered for both of them. “Maybe afterwards, but first I want to get his clothes off.”

  Vinny laughed and looked a bit uncomfortable. Harry retreated to the armchair and sat down. Michelle stepped close to Vinny, gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Harry thought the soldier’s waist looked unnaturally small compared to his huge chest and shoulders. His stomach had a clearly-defined six-pack, and his pectorals and lats were very developed. As Michelle ran her hands all over his torso, they looked tiny. Her nails were painted silver, which Harry hadn’t noticed earlier.

  She undid the buttons of Vinny’s jeans and pushed them down his thighs, revealing white cotton boxers. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jeans.

  Michelle stepped back and looked at him. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy tonight.”

  She took off her jumper and undid her skirt, letting it slide down to the floor. Still wearing her shoes, tights and lace teddy, she stepped close to Vinny and ran a hand ran over his crotch. Even in her four-inch heels, she still had to pull his head down so she could kiss him on the mouth.

  Harry sat in silence, a dull glow burning in his groin.

  The pair grew more passionate in their kissing, exploring each other’s body with their hands. Michelle guided him to the couch and encouraged him to lay flat. She straddled him, but he sat and started to kiss her boobs through her bra and teddy. When Vinny wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, Harry saw the shoulders bulge, his biceps and triceps prominent, indicating many hours a day working out.

  Michelle pushed Vinny back flat on the couch, then raised herself up on her knees. She gripped the gusset of her tights with her fingers and ripped them open, surprising both Vinny and Harry. She undid the studs of the teddy, pulled the thin strip of her panties to one side, and lowered her crotch onto Vinny’s face.

  Harry sat motionless as Michelle gave Vinny instructions on what she wanted.

  “Yeah, lick my pussy. Taste me.”

  It sounded strange to Harry—he’d never heard her refer to her sex as a pussy before.

  “Oh, that’s so good. Push your tongue into my hole… Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me with your tongue.”

  Harry watched as she started to rock her hips, her crotch pressed onto Vinny’s face. A small voice inside Harry’s head kept reminding him that this had all been his idea, but a much louder voice kept telling him Michelle could have his tongue whenever she wanted it. He had no problems getting his tongue to perform.

  She was breathless. “Okay, clit, clit, clit. Suck my clit, because I’m going to…”

  An ear-piercing scream filled the room as Michelle’s orgasm arrived. She kept grinding her crotch onto Vinny’s face, then suddenly pulled herself up and off him, presumably too sensitive for more.

  She stood, pulled Vinny to his feet and dropped to her knees in front of him. She dragged his boxers off in one fluid movement, then parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth. Vinny let out a sigh and placed his hands on either side of her head.

>   She cupped his balls in one hand, using the other to pump the base of his dick. She continued this only for a minute or so, then stood and walked over to Harry in the armchair. She bent and kissed him on the mouth. He could taste Vinny’s dick on her tongue. It wasn’t something he’d expected, or wanted.

  Michelle straightened and smiled down at him. “Okay baby, Vinny’s going to fuck me now. I want you to watch how much I enjoy getting serviced by his big cock.”

  Her behaviour was getting annoying. She never called him baby, and he didn’t appreciate the running commentary. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned to her that he’d liked the dirty talk with Paul.

  Michelle sat in the middle of the couch, leaned against the backrest and spread her legs wide. She looked at both men in turn, then held open the lips of her sex with a finger from each hand.

  She pouted at Vinny. “Come on, soldier. You’ve made it all hot and wet, and now it’s waiting for your cock.”

  Harry noticed that despite Vinny’s very impressive physique, his cock wasn’t nearly as big as Paul’s. He doubted if it was much bigger than his own—maybe a little more girth, but not a lot longer. Or maybe it was an optical illusion because Vinny’s thighs were so muscle-bound.

  The bull knelt on the floor between Michelle’s legs and positioned his cock at the opening of her sex.

  She put her hands on Vinny’s shoulders, looking over at Harry. “Are you as excited as I am, baby?” With that she pulled Vinny into her, letting out a loud, almost theatrical moan.

  Harry found her over-the-top behaviour almost laughable, but Vinny didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He slammed into her with force.

  Michelle groaned and writhed, watching Vinny’s face while he fucked her. “Ooh, yeah. Give it to me, give it to me.”

  And Vinny did exactly as she asked. He pounded her again and again, pulling her onto him with his huge hands.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Her voice was getting higher and higher, but Harry couldn’t tell if it was real. “Shit, I’m going to come again.”

  Vinny raised himself onto straightened legs—his hands on the cushion either side of Michelle as if doing push-ups. His hips pumped at an incredible rate, and Michelle grunted each time he slammed into her.

  Sweat broke out on Vinny’s head, and Harry imagined this was how the guy looked when working out in the gym. His expression was one of determination rather than pleasure, and his thrusts were relentless. He’d been going at it for about fifteen minutes. Michelle had apparently had two orgasms during this time, although Harry didn’t know if she really had, or if it was just another part of her performance. By now her groans had become pained grunts.

  A low growl in Vinny’s throat suggested he was finally reaching his climax, and Michelle became more animated.

  “Ah yeah, fuck me, fuck me. I’ve never been fucked so hard....” She put her hands on either side of Vinny’s face. “I want you to come all over me. Harry loves to see me covered in other men’s spunk.”

  Vinny withdrew and gripped his cock in one hand, his other arm easily supporting his body weight. He let out a cry as a huge dollop of cum erupted from him, landing high on Michelle’s chest and neck, soaking her teddy. The next eruption landed on the lace covering her bra.

  Harry watched as Vinny continued to pump his cock, and more and more cum shot out. After at least five spurts, Vinny was still able to squeeze out more dribbles, all of which he deposited onto Michelle. Her black lace top was completely splattered with his stuff. He stood, taking deep breaths.

  She looked down at herself, then up at Harry. “How d’you like that, baby? Is that enough cum for you?”

  She didn’t wait for an answer, but sat forward and took Vinny’s softening cock all the way into her mouth and moaned theatrically. Then she pulled back and looked up at his face. “Ooh, you taste as good as you look.”

  After a brief pause, she looked back at her husband. “Maybe we could all have a drink now, baby.”

  Harry stood and looked at Vinny. He was about to ask what he’d like when Michelle decided to take the soldier’s cock back into her mouth. The men looked at each other in silence for an awkward moment. Harry retreated to the kitchen and came back dangling the remaining three cans of beer in one hand, and holding a couple of bottles of wine by the necks in the other.

  He held up his hands. “What’ll it be?”

  Michelle had released Vinny’s cock from her mouth. “White wine for me, baby.”

  “A tinnie. Cheers, mate.”

  Harry passed Vinny a can and returned to the kitchen for a wine glass. On his return, Michelle had discarded her shoes and was removing her ripped tights. She sat upright and lifted the cum-soaked teddy over her head, sitting back on the couch in bra and panties. Harry poured her wine and sat back in his chair. Vinny was still completely naked, his cock now flaccid. He sat down next to Michelle, and another awkward silence ensued.

  The amount of beer Harry had drunk was beginning to take its toll, and he needed to pee. He excused himself. Before he’d gotten half-way up the stairs, he heard Vinny’s voice from the lounge.

  “D’you think he’s going for a wank?”

  Michelle laughed. “No, he’ll save it up and give it to me, later.”

  Harry stopped, holding his breath as he listened.

  “Fair enough.” There was a pause, and Harry thought he could hear them kissing. “Do you two do this a lot, then?”

  Michelle giggled and said something Harry couldn’t make out.

  Vinny let out a groan, and Harry was fairly sure she’d taken his cock into her mouth again.

  Harry walked up the remaining stairs and into the bathroom. When he took out his cock to pee, it was completely soft—although there was evidence of precum on the tip.

  The night had been disappointing—nowhere near as arousing as the one with Paul, which seemed strange. Vinny was certainly a more likable character; Harry had felt none of the resentment he’d experienced during the first time. He hated to admit it to himself, but he’d been turned off by Michelle’s behaviour. Her OTT hotwife act had started when she’d left him standing in the pub, then her performance and commentary during the sex had irritated him too. He wasn’t sure if she was doing it to impress Vinny, or him.

  Another difference was the size of the bull’s cock. Harry had definitely experienced a perverse thrill when Paul had shoved his monster cock so deep into Michelle that it made her wince. Was that why tonight hadn’t had the same effect? He thought about the pounding Vinny had given her earlier. Michelle had actually said she’d never been fucked so hard and, even if it had been part of her performance, Harry was inclined to believe it was true. He’d certainly never been able to keep up that intensity for that long—he simply didn’t have the stamina. When they’d started on this adventure, Michelle had told him she wanted to be fucked hard by a man with a fit body. There was no doubt in Harry’s mind that his wife had enjoyed this occasion just as much as the last time. Or that she had every intention of getting another helping of what Vinny had to offer before the night was over.

  Harry washed his hands and headed back downstairs. He wasn’t looking forward to making small-talk, even on topics as harmless as asking where Vinny had served. He definitely didn’t want to explain why he liked to watch his wife with other men. When he opened the door, Harry realised he needn’t have worried about finding things to talk about. Vinny was leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed. Michelle had her mouth on his balls and her hand wrapped around his cock, which was already standing proud and ready to go again. Harry made his way to the armchair without a word.

  Michelle got up, quickly removed her bra and panties then stood naked in front of Vinny. The soldier’s eyes wandered all over her body, and Harry’s cock twitched inside his trousers. She straddled the sitting soldier and fed his cock inside her. Harry watched her face as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She winced briefly—probably still tender from his earlier battering—but then closed her eyes an
d let out a long sigh. As she moved slowly up and down on her bull, Harry’s cock began to swell.

  This time she seemed to be concentrating on her own feelings, rather than doing the running commentary, and Harry found it much sexier. Her breathing got heavier, her movements a little more urgent. Then she let out a low groan and Harry could see her legs shaking. Michelle got a little more vocal, still only letting out moans of pleasure. There was no tacky soundtrack-script, like earlier. When her orgasm was over, it was obvious to everyone that she was too tired to keep riding Vinny. The couple changed positions, Michelle kneeling on the floor and resting her body on the seat of the couch, with Vinny kneeling down behind her. He pushed into her from behind and started pounding her again. Harry’s cock was now rock hard inside his trousers. Michelle yelped with each thrust, and he hoped for her sake that Vinny wouldn’t take as long to come as he had earlier.