by Selena Kitt
Michelle turned her head on the couch and watched Harry’s face as Vinny continued to fuck her with force. She was gritting her teeth and grunting, but Harry saw she was also pushing back to meet each thrust. After a few more minutes of this, Vinny finally announced that he was going to come.
“Shoot it over me. Come over m—”
Vinny pulled out and came immediately, leaving a thick white cord of cum running from her buttocks to between her shoulder-blades. He pumped himself hard and more of his stuff landed on the small of Michelle’s back.
Harry had never imagined that a guy could produce so much cum. He was impressed, and a little intimidated. He was also as horny as hell, his cock painful inside the confines of his jeans.
Vinny stood and looked down at Michelle, then over at Harry. He was breathing very heavily. He bent and picked up his shorts, jeans and t-shirt. “Can I use your loo?”
Harry stood. “Yeah, it’s upstairs. First door.”
“Cheers.” Vinny nodded and left the room.
Michelle turned towards Harry, but stayed on her knees. Her hand reached up and gripped his cock through his jeans. She looked into his eyes, her hair stuck to her face with sweat. “Do you think you’ll be able to come before he gets back downstairs?”
Harry was shocked at her suggestion, but didn’t stop her from undoing the button of his jeans and releasing his cock. As soon as he felt her mouth envelop him he let out a sigh. She bobbed her head and pumped the base with her hand, and in less than twenty seconds Harry exploded deep into her throat. He gripped her head and pumped his hips, breathing hard through gritted teeth as he emptied himself.
When they heard the upstairs door open Michelle stood and Harry retreated into the kitchen to fasten his jeans. He gave himself a few seconds to calm his breathing then returned to the lounge where Vinny, now dressed, was sitting on the couch fastening his shoes. Michelle stood in the middle of the lounge, her back still covered in Vinny’s jism.
When she stepped close to Vinny, she looked tiny. Without her shoes there was over a foot difference in height. She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
Vinny smiled. “The pleasure was all mine.”
She turned to Harry and looked down at her nakedness. “Could you show Vinny to the door?”
“Yeah, course.” Harry led the way and opened the front door. Vinny walked out, then turned on the step and held out his hand. “Thanks, mate. I’m jealous of the life you two lead, and really grateful to have been involved in it.”
Harry didn’t know what to say, so he just smiled and shook Vinny’s hand.
“Okay, enjoy the rest of your evening. Cheers mate.” Vinny turned and walked down the road.
Back in the living room, Michelle was still standing in the middle of the lounge, naked. She looked as if she were waiting to hear his thoughts on the night.
Harry looked down at her. “D’you want to maybe get cleaned up and talk about it in bed?”
Michelle nodded, then slowly turned around. “Would you wipe my back? It’s all gone cold and it’s running down my bum-crack.”
Harry got a tissue and began to wipe up the mess. The act of wiping another man’s cum from his wife’s body wasn’t as gross as he’d imagined. “I seem to remember reading somewhere that body-building supplements increase the volume of semen produced.” He needed to get another tissue because the first was sodden. “After seeing how much that guy came, I can believe it.”
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Did you approve of how much he came?”
He waited until he’d finished cleaning her before looking into her eyes. “Yeah. It made quite a spectacle, I’ll give him that. It’s a good job you didn’t make this one come in your mouth, you’d have drowned.”
She slapped his shoulder as he turned off the lights and they made their way upstairs.
Chapter 4
Harry waited in bed while Michelle took a shower. She joined him a few minutes later and he put his arms around her, held her close for a few seconds. Her behaviour earlier in the evening seemed less annoying to him now.
Michelle pulled back and looked up at him. “So, how was it for you?”
He laughed out loud. He was more relaxed than he’d been all night, which he knew was probably due to his orgasm. “I thought Vinny was a lot more personable than Paul. He seemed like a nice guy.”
Michelle looked relieved.
“But I’m not the one who fucked him. What did you think?”
“I thought he was a nice guy, too.”
Harry pushed his leg against hers. “I didn’t mean his personality, and you know it.”
She giggled and snuggled up to him. “I liked his body, and loved how strong he was. I felt like a doll as he moved me around to where he wanted me.”
“Is that a good thing?”
She nodded. “Yeah—I want these men to be in charge, and just use me.”
Harry was puzzled. “It looked like you wanted to use him at first, getting him to go down on you.” He held off pointing out that he’d never had a problem performing that part of their love-life.
Michelle grinned like a kid. “I wanted the first one to be on his tongue. He’d made some comment in the pub about me looking good enough to eat, so I made him prove it.”
“Ah, I see.” Harry thought back to when he’d watched them fucking. “The first time seemed to go on forever—I thought he was never going to come.”
“I know what you mean. I swear I’ve never had anything like—” She stopped herself mid-sentence, then put a consoling hand on his arm. “What I meant was…”
“Don’t worry, I know what you mean. I’ve never seen anything like it—it was as if he was on a mission to bang you all night.”
She frowned. “I’m actually quite sore, now.”
“I’m not surprised.” Harry was reluctant to spoil the mood between them, but he knew he had to mention her behaviour before it rankled any longer. “You know earlier…?”
Michelle pulled back a little so she could see his face. “Hmm?”
“I wanted to ask about something. You know your dirty talk…”
She smiled. “That was for your benefit. You said you’d enjoyed it when I did it with Paul.”
“That time it seemed… natural. This time it sounded fake, like the script from a bad porn film.”
Michelle looked deflated. “Didn’t it turn you on?”
Harry felt guilty, regretting the need to mention it. “I think Vinny liked it, but I know the real you, and it just seemed too over-the-top.”
“Okay, sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“I’m not suggesting that, but maybe limit it to what you’re really feeling at the time. Be more like you were with Paul.”
She nodded.
“The other thing was when you sucked his cock then pushed your tongue into my mouth.”
“Ah, that was for my benefit.”
Her reply surprised him. “What?”
“I did that because it turned me on to think about you tasting the cock I was going to get inside me.”
“Why does that turn you on?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but it does.”
Harry hoped the repulsion he felt didn’t show on his face. He leaned over and turned the lamp off.
She snuggled into him, kissed his neck. “Do you want to go inside me?”
“I thought you’d be too sore.”
“If you want me, you can have me. I’m your wife, don’t forget.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You mean my hotwife.”
“Mmm, and getting hotter all the time.”
Harry laughed. “I’m fine, thanks. You’ve already seen to my needs.”
Her hand stroked his stomach. “What time do we have to leave the cottage tomorrow?”
“There’s no set time. The cleaners are coming in Monday morning, so we just have to lock up and post the keys back through th
e letterbox when we leave.”
“Ah…”
The tone of her voice told him something was on her mind. “Why?”
“I was just thinking…”
He ran his hand down her back and gripped her backside. “Oh were you?” His cock was beginning to swell.
“Yeah, I was thinking that since we only do this when we’re close to a barracks, maybe we should make the most of each trip.”
Harry’s heart beat a little faster in his chest. “You want another bull tomorrow?”
“Maybe…”
He held his breath.
She rubbed her foot against his leg. “Do you want me to have another bull tomorrow?”
He wondered if she could feel his heart as she lay with her head on his shoulder. If she could, she already knew his answer. “If that’s what you want.”
Michelle dug her nails into his stomach. “It has to be what we both want.”
Harry tensed as her nails dug into flesh. He felt as if was being manipulated, even though this whole hotwife thing had been his idea. “Yes.”
“So, tell me what you want.” She turned her head and bit into his shoulder.
Harry’s cock was now rock hard against his stomach. “I want you to fuck somebody else tomorrow.”
“You mean another bull.”
“Yes.”
“But you want something else, too.”
Harry paused, unsure of what she was getting at. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t just want me to fuck another bull. You want to watch me while I do it.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Tell me what you want to see.”
“I want to see a bull with a big cock fuck you. I want to see him use your body, and then shoot his cum all over you.”
“Good.” She slowly ran her hand down his stomach and gripped his cock. Her thumb swept over the wet tip. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “You dirty boy.”
He lay awake for a long time, her hand still wrapped around his cock. His cock stayed hard long after Michelle had fallen asleep. He reminded himself why they’d embarked on this journey, and the blood pumping in his ears and other parts of his body suggested the plan was working.
* * *
They ate breakfast in a small café near the town centre. Harry fought the urge to ask his wife what she was planning to do with her next bull. He liked when she talked about fucking other men. It was a big turn-on to hear what she fantasised about, what she wanted the men to do to her. He idly wondered if they could have cured his erectile problems by just talking about fantasies, rather than actually living them out. Maybe a bit of role-play would have been enough to put the lead back in his pencil.
Catching his wife pleasuring herself with a sex toy while watching a porn film had given him the biggest erection he could remember. Why hadn’t he suggested she do the same again, rather than insisting they go down this route of him watching her being taken by a string of different men? Was it something to do with the books she’d downloaded? Was he so desperate to be the cuckold? Or was it that he suspected if they didn’t do it this way, then rather than be a hotwife, Michelle would become an adulteress? Maybe his suggestion had been a selfish one, because if Michelle was likely to need extramarital sex, at least this way he could get off by watching her.
Harry realised she’d asked him something. “Sorry, what?”
She chuckled. “I said, do you want to go back to the cottage and wait there for me? I need to pick up a couple of things from a pharmacy, then I’ll pick up my next stud and bring him back.”
He didn’t know what to say. He shrugged. “Is that what you want?”
She reached over the table and squeezed his hand. “I thought it’d be nicer for you to go and relax, maybe read the paper for an hour or so.”
“If that’s what you want…” Harry wondered if he was being side-lined.
Michelle must have guessed as much from his expression. She stroked his knuckles with her thumb. “Hey, it’ll be easier for me if I don’t have to keep looking over in your direction to check you’re alright.”
Harry thought she hadn’t checked on him at all the previous night when she was with Vinny, but kept that to himself.
“Harry?”
“Yeah? Oh…yeah, that’s fine. I’ll have another coffee here then set off back. You come back whenever, I’ll be ready.”
She stood, kissed his cheek and left.
He watched as she walked away in white vest-top, knee-length denim skirt and heeled-sandals. He didn’t think she’d have any trouble finding someone happy to do whatever she asked.
* * *
It was over two hours later when he heard her key in the door. Harry put the paper down and stood, waiting in the lounge to meet the guy who was about to fuck his wife.
The door opened and Michelle came through, holding the hand of a guy in a blue shirt and chinos.
“Harry, this is Eric. This is my very understanding husband, Harry.”
Eric held out a hand, which Harry shook. This bull was older than the others had been—maybe somewhere in his late forties. His dark, wavy hair was greying at the temples, and his face was deeply tanned. Harry wondered if he’d recently returned from Afghanistan or somewhere in the Gulf.
Michelle looked at Harry, waiting for him to sit in the armchair. When he’d sat down she dropped her handbag on the floor by his feet and turned around.
She stepped close to Eric and placed her finger on his chest. “I told you my husband allows me to enjoy another man every once in a while.” She slowly moved her finger downwards, tracing over his stomach and down to his belt, which she unbuckled. “Well, today I’m going to enjoy you.”
Eric glanced in Harry’s direction, but Harry avoided eye-contact by keeping his eyes on Michelle’s hands. She’d undone Eric’s belt and opened the button and zip. Harry watched his wife’s delicate hand slip inside the soldier’s trousers, heard him groan as her fingers found his cock.
She looked into Eric’s eyes as she slowly stroked him to hardness inside his pants. The soldier reached a tentative hand up towards her boobs, hesitated, and looked towards Harry again. Michelle removed her hand from his trousers, slipped both hands up her back to unclip her bra, then lifted her vest and bra off over her head. She quickly removed her skirt and stood in front of Eric, naked except for her sandals. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which was certainly a surprise to Harry.
Her smile was confident as she slipped her hand back inside the front of Eric’s trousers. She leaned closer, kissed him on the mouth. His hand reached up and caressed her boob, his thumb brushing back and forth over the nipple. The kissing and fondling went on for a couple more minutes before Michelle started to undo the buttons of Eric’s shirt, revealing a hairy chest and well-toned stomach. As she slid the shirt back and off him, Harry saw he wasn’t pumped-up like Vinny, but wiry. His arms and shoulders showed clearly defined muscle-tone, but there was a lot less bulk.
Their kissing was now passionate, and Harry could hear them both breathing heavily. He saw tongues probing mouths. Michelle broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. She undid Eric’s laces and he kicked off his shoes. Then she slid her hand back inside his trousers and released his cock. As soon as it was free of his trousers, she took him into her mouth. Eric ran his fingers through her hair, gathering it at the nape of her neck. Without releasing his cock from her mouth, she pushed his trousers and shorts down to his ankles. Then she started to move her head on him, cupping his balls with one hand, scratching his leg with the nails of the other.
When she finally released Eric’s cock, Harry saw it properly for the first time. It was big. Much bigger than his, and Vinny’s. It was as big as Paul’s. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off it.
Michelle sat on the edge of the couch and lay back, just as she’d done for Vinny fourteen hours earlier. But instead of the ripped tights and the black teddy she’d worn last night, she was now completely naked except for her sandals, and Harry
thought she looked much sexier. She reached up and stroked Eric’s cock, then spread her legs wide. The bull dropped to his knees and positioned his tip at her entrance. He stroked the bulbous head slowly up and down between her labia, and Harry could see the glistening of his wife’s juices covering the man’s cock.
As Eric pushed himself into Michelle, Harry watched her expression. Her eyes and mouth both opened wide for an instant, a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. It reminded him of her face when he’d proposed—though that seemed a strange comparison considering he was now watching her being fucked by the third stranger in as many weeks.