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

by Selena Kitt

  “Yes, I think fourteen days is a good time period for your restraint.” She took another sip of her drink and watched him over the rim of her glass.

  He thought two weeks sounded like a ridiculously long time, then a thought occurred to him. “Two weeks from when?”

  “From your previous release.”

  “Which was last Sunday, after Eric left.”

  “I know.”

  “So two weeks from then takes us to next Sunday.”

  She nodded.

  “But, that’ll be eight days after your date with your bull tomorrow.”

  “That’s right.”

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait that long without… You know!”

  “Without what?” Her eyes danced with mischief.

  “Coming. What if it happens on its own, with no help from either of us?”

  She laughed. “It won’t. I’ll make sure of that.”

  Before Harry could ask how she’d do that, their food was delivered to the table. After the waitress had left, he leaned over to continue, but she held her hand up.

  “No more questions. I’ve got a way to make sure you last until I say it’s time. Trust me.”

  Harry nodded and picked up his knife and fork.

  “On the other hand, I only have to wait until tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly, then put a piece of chicken into her mouth.

  They finished their dinner and had another drink, then drove home. After watching TV for a short while, Michelle announced they should get an early night. She didn’t need to elaborate about them probably getting little sleep the following night.

  Harry spent the whole of Saturday morning trying to keep his mind off what was planned for later. He washed both cars, then walked into town to get a few things—none of them urgent purchases, he was just keeping his mind occupied and keeping out of Michelle’s way. Although he was excited about what was in store, he didn’t need to see how much she was looking forward to it.

  He was sorting out some stuff in his garage when he heard footsteps behind him and turned round.

  Michelle was there, holding a mug of coffee. “Thought you might fancy a brew.”

  He took it and nodded. “Great, thanks.”

  As she walked to the door, she paused and looked over her shoulder. “When you’ve finished that, come into the house. I’ve bought you a present.”

  After she’d left, he couldn’t stop wondering what the ‘gift’ was. Since it was only a few hours before she was due to meet her next bull, surely that meant it was something for him to use tonight? Maybe she’d bought him a mask to wear so the bull wouldn’t see his face. Or maybe she’d bought a video camera to record the proceedings. One with more memory than a phone. Maybe even with a tripod, because she knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his hand steady while he was watching. Another thought occurred—what if she’d decided to dress him in something to humiliate him? Maybe she wanted him to wear a pair of her stockings while she was getting fucked by her bull, just to emphasise who the real man was? Although the thought of dressing up like that repulsed him, a coldness inside made him realise he’d do it if she told him to.

  When he’d finished his coffee, he locked up the garage and went back into the house. Michelle was curled up in her favourite armchair, a cup of tea in one hand, her phone in the other.

  She looked up and smiled. “Go get undressed and lie on the bed.”

  He hesitated for only a second or two, then went upstairs and stripped. He lay naked in the middle of the bed, hoping she’d decided to give him his release early.

  Michelle entered the bedroom a couple of minutes later, one hand behind her back. She looked down at Harry’s cock and frowned; he had a semi-erection.

  “We’re going to have to get rid of that.” Without another word she bent over him and flicked the tip of his cock hard with a finger.

  It hurt, and he gasped in surprise.

  She shrugged. “Sorry, but I need it to be as soft as it usually is when I’m horny.” Her insult had the effect she was obviously hoping for—his cock withered almost instantly. She smiled and kneeled on the bed next to him. “There, that’s more like my cuck’s cock.”

  Harry watched her face. Her eyes sparkled with humour. She was enjoying teasing him.

  “Here,” she said, bringing her hand from behind her back. “This is yours.”

  Harry stared at the thing in her hand. It was metal and shiny, and looked like a penis made out of a series of rings with a caged dome at the end. There was a small padlock fitted at the base. He felt a coldness in the pit of his stomach and couldn’t take his eyes off the device, even when she started talking again.

  “This is called a Spiral Chastity Device, and it’s going to help you with your restraint.” She laughed, a small playful giggle that made him look up into her eyes. “Or to put it another way, it’s going to help you come to terms with not coming.”

  Harry’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

  “Here, let me show you how it works.” She removed the padlock, and he saw the device was actually made up of two separate parts; a thick single ring with a square bar protruding at right-angles, and the rest of the cage structure. She threaded his flaccid cock and balls through the big ring, the protruding bar at the front. Then she reached under her pillow and took out what looked like the foot from a pair of tights. She placed this over his cock, and fed it into the cage structure.

  Harry saw the bar on the thick ring had a hole in the end, and as the cage structure slid up into position, a square section slid over the bar. Michelle slipped the padlock through the hole, securing the two parts together. There was no way Harry would be able to take it off without first removing the padlock. He looked up at his wife.

  She smiled at him, then used her finger and thumb to grip the nylon and slowly pull it off and out of the cage, leaving his cock there. “There, that looks perfect.”

  Harry looked down at the device, which was shaped like a natural cock at ease. The end of the dome was a ring with a hole in it. “How long to I have to keep this on for?”

  “Until I decide it’s time for your release.”

  “I can’t walk round with this on all the time.”

  “Of course you can. That’s what they’re designed for.”

  “How can I have a pee?”

  She laughed. “How do you think? It allows you to do everything you need to do. It’s stainless steel and perfectly safe. You can pee, shower and sleep in it.” She put her hand around it and moved it left and right. “The only thing you can’t do in it is play with yourself.”

  She stepped off the bed and looked at her watch. “Right, I’m going to have a nice long bath to get myself clean and smelling nice for my bull. Would you mind taking those bags of rubbish to the dump? They look a bit of a mess on the drive.”

  Harry looked down at himself, then at his wife. “What, like this?”

  “No, you tit. Put some clothes on.” She turned and walked out of the bedroom.

  When he heard the bathroom door close and the taps start running, he stood up. The weight of the device felt weird, but he had to admit it wasn’t uncomfortable. He dressed, then checked in the full-length mirror by the wardrobe. The fact he was wearing a cage on his cock wasn’t evident by sight. Another thought occurred to him. He knocked on the bathroom door.

  Michelle opened it and looked at him. The room was already full of steam.

  “What if I get a hard-on?” As soon as the words left his lips, he realised he’d set himself up for a sarcastic comment like ‘I’ll phone the newspapers’.

  She smiled sweetly. “You won’t be able to. But if you start to, it’s apparently quite a nice sensation to feel the cage restricting it.” She closed the door in his face before he could respond.

  He went outside and started to load the bags into the boot of his car. There was so much rubbish to shift, it needed three separate trips. By the time he got back, it was past five.

  Michelle was sit
ting in the living room wearing her dressing gown, painting her toe nails. She looked at the state of his clothes. A couple of the rubbish bags had gotten water in them from the rain, and this had run out down Harry’s jumper and jeans.

  “I think you should have a shower. And when you’re finished, go and sit on the bed.” She ignored his questioning look and started to apply a second coat of nail varnish.

  Harry went to the bathroom and stripped. He’d forgotten about the chastity cage until he started opening his jeans, and felt it through the denim. He stepped into the shower and saw the water run down his body and through the cage. A few minutes later he dried himself and went back into their bedroom, which had been tidied. The items of clothing which were usually left on the dresser or hanging on a wardrobe door had all been moved. The bedside cabinets had been cleared and dusted. He doubted the bull would notice the state of the room with Michelle lying naked on the bed.

  He slipped on a clean pair of boxers, t-shirt and the jogging bottoms he often wore for sitting around the house. He perched himself on the bed and waited. A few minutes later, Michelle came upstairs and into the bedroom. He noticed her fingernails were now the same shade of dark blue as her toenails.

  “I thought it’d be nice for you to watch me get ready.”

  “Oh?” Harry was taken aback. Seeing her get ready wasn’t something he’d ever done before.

  “I want you to sit there and watch me put on my make up, so you can see how pretty I’m going to make myself for my bull. I want you to appreciate how much effort I’m going to, just to make myself look as good as I can for when he fucks me.”

  Harry’s throat constricted and his cock twitched inside its cage. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

  She held his gaze for a few seconds. “It’s what we want, Harry. Remember that.”

  He nodded dumbly.

  Michelle turned and faced the full-length mirror. She slipped her dressing gown off her shoulders and stood naked. “I’ve already put body cream on my legs so they look shiny. I want him to be eager to get between them from the minute he sees me.”

  Harry let his eyes wander over her body and felt his pulse increase.

  She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out a black, silk thong. She watched his face as she stepped into it, pulling up the waistband until it sat high on her hips. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder at her reflection in the mirror. Harry could see her reflection too; the cheeks of her backside looked wonderful.

  She turned to Harry, smiled and selected the matching bra, which fastened at the front. Her pert breasts were a perfect hemi-sphere, the nipples dark brown. Opening the wardrobe door, she bent at the waist but kept her legs straight. Harry noticed the flexed muscles in her thighs and calves. He was also able to fully appreciate how good her backside looked in the thong. She straightened and turned round, a pair of shoes dangling from her fingers. They were black sandals with stiletto heels and an ankle strap. Harry assumed these had been bought especially for tonight, because he hadn’t seen them before.

  Michelle dropped the shoes on the bed next to Harry. “Would you mind fastening the buckles? My fingernails are still a bit wet.”

  She lifted a foot to the bed, and he fitted the shoe. He wrapped the strap around her leg then fastened the buckle. The shoes were very nice, the heel about four inches high. She replaced one foot with the other and he buckled that one, too. Michelle stepped away from the bed and walked back and forth past the mirror, watching her feet as she did so. Harry watched, too. The heels emphasised the muscles in her calves and made her legs look longer. Because the heel was higher than she usually wore, it also seemed to affect the rest of her posture—pushing her backside and boobs further out.

  When she looked back at Harry she smiled excitedly. “I bet he makes me leave these on while he fucks me.”

  A shiver ran down his back.

  She turned back to the wardrobe and brought out a small, dark garment. As she took it off the hanger he saw it was a short skirt. It was black with sparkly-silver threads through the weave of the material, another new purchase. Michelle held it in both hands and stepped into it. As she pulled it up onto her hips, he guessed it must be made of Lycra or some such, because it stretched and hugged her curves like a second skin. It was short—barely covering her crotch. She turned round to check herself in the mirror again. She looked back towards her husband and smiled.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think your bull will be a very happy man.”

  She smiled, nodded. “Right, I’ll do my makeup before I put my top on.”

  He watched as she first moisturised her face, then put on foundation. She added a small amount of blusher to emphasise her already prominent cheekbones, then used a dark pencil to apply eye-liner.

  Next came a green-blue eye shadow, followed by mascara which gave her eyes a sultry, exotic look. Then she used a pencil-type thing to draw around her mouth, before colouring with a dark red lip gloss.

  She pouted her lips and looked at Harry’s reflection in the mirror. “Well?”

  He smiled and nodded. Her face looked really sexy.

  She squirted a generous spray of perfume to each side of her neck, and another to her chest above her cleavage. Then she took out a grey lace top, which to Harry looked like chain-mail. She slipped it over her head and pulled it down. The crochet-effect meant her skin and bra were easily visible through the holes. She inspected her reflection, then turned to Harry, holding her arms out at the side for his appraisal.

  “You look fantastic.” It was true. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her look as sexy as this.

  “Thank you.” She stepped closer to the bed and held out her hand. He took it in his.

  “Making myself look good isn’t just for my bull, you know.”

  “Oh?” He watched her face, expecting another bout of teasing.

  Her expression was serious. “No. I want to look sexy so my bull desires me, but I also want to look as good as I can for you. I want you to enjoy watching me.”

  He swallowed. “I always enjoy watching you.”

  Her flirtatious smile returned. “Watching me what?”

  He smiled, too. “I always enjoy watching you getting pleasured by your bulls.”

  “Be more specific.”

  “I enjoy watching your body writhing in ecstasy. I love the look on your face when they stretch you with their big cocks, but most of all I love your expression when you come while they’re fucking you.”

  She ran her tongue between her lips, then nodded. She turned, picked something up from the dresser. It was a necklace. She fastened it around her neck and turned to face him. He saw what was on the chain—it was the small key to the padlock on his cock-cage.

  She smiled at him and walked out of the bedroom. Harry watched her legs and backside all the way. When he heard her go downstairs, he checked his watch; it was almost seven. She’d be meeting the next bull in just over an hour.

  He found her sitting on the settee in the living room, legs crossed.

  She looked up at him as he sat on the other side. “Any requests for later?”

  The question startled him. “Sorry?”

  She shrugged. “Is there anything in particular you want to see me do?”

  Put on the spot, nothing occurred to him right away. “Just do whatever you want to.”

  “Okay.”

  Harry smirked. “But I liked your idea about keeping your shoes on while he fucks you.”

  She laughed, twisted her ankles admiring her shoes. “Yeah, I thought you might.”

  A few minutes later she stood and picked up her car keys. “Right, I’d better get going.” She stepped close and bent down, her perfume almost overpowering. She held her cheek for his to kiss, which he did. She blinked her heavily-made up eyes a couple of times, then smiled and walked through the kitchen and out through the back door.

  He watched her car drive past the lounge window and let out a long sigh
. His legs were shaking with the anticipation, but all he could do was wait.

  Chapter 7

  Harry sat in silence, not bothering to turn on the TV or make himself anything to eat. Nothing had passed his lips since Michelle had brought him a coffee in the garage, but he wasn’t hungry.

  He’d been waiting in a state of delicious anticipation for an hour and a half when his phone pinged. It was a text from Michelle.

  Take a dining chair to the bedroom and put it by the window. Close the curtains, strip naked and sit on the chair. We’re on our way.