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

by Selena Kitt

  Harry did as instructed. He’d been sitting for about five minutes when he heard her car pull onto the drive. Another car stopped on the pavement outside their house. He heard voices in the kitchen, and footsteps on the stairs.

  Michelle came through the door, closely followed by the bull.

  “Harry, this is Roy.”

  The man looked over at Harry and nodded. He seemed completely indifferent to the fact Harry was sitting naked except for a cock-cage just a few feet from the bed. He was a big guy, solidly built but like someone who did a physical job, rather than spending countless hours at the gym. His hair was clipped short at the sides, but longer on top and pulled back in a small ponytail—a style used by some professional footballers. His face and arms were tanned, and his hands were covered in small cuts and scratches. Harry guessed he worked outdoors, maybe a road-worker or some other kind of labourer.

  Michelle stood by the bed and looked up at her new bull. Harry saw her bite her lip, and wondered what the pair of them had chatted about in the pub for all this time.

  Roy placed his huge hands on her hips and pulled her close. The top of her head fitted beneath his chin. Instead of stooping to kiss her, as the other guys had, Roy slid his hands down and cupped the cheeks of her backside, pulling her against him and grinding his crotch against her.

  Michelle pulled back and looked up into his eyes. She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled upwards, and he helped her removed it. His body was solid and tanned, and almost entirely covered with tattoos.

  Harry silently watched his wife run her fingers over the patterns and colours, then move down to the buttons of his jeans. He held his breath as she slipped her hand inside Roy’s shorts.

  “Oh… My… God.” Michelle was still looking at Roy’s face, her eyes wide.

  He smiled at her but didn’t say anything.

  Michelle pushed his jeans down and Harry saw it for himself. His own eyes opened as wide as Michelle’s had. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Roy’s cock was the biggest he’d ever seen. It must have measured about ten inches, and it was as thick as a beer bottle.

  By the time Roy had stepped out of his jeans, he was fully hard. Harry saw the cock was slightly tapered, thicker at the base than at the tip. Michelle was running her fingers over the head, and they looked ridiculously small on the huge lump of flesh.

  She turned and bent at the waist, resting her hands on the foot of the bed. Roy dropped to his knees and slid his hands up her skirt, peeling her thong down her legs and off. Then he stood and slowly rolled her skirt up to her waist, revealing the curve of her arse in all its glory.

  Harry watched, glancing quickly between his wife’s raised backside and Roy’s lecherous stare. He saw the bull lick his lips as he ran his hands over the smooth flesh of her bum cheeks.

  Michelle placed her feet a step apart and wiggled her hips. Roy held his cock and moved it into position, ready to enter her. Harry held his breath.

  The bull gripped her hips and plunged into her with a single violent thrust of his hips. Michelle’s eyes opened wide and she screamed, her subsequent breaths coming in short rasps as Roy held her against his groin, his huge cock completely buried inside her. After a few seconds he pulled slightly out, then drove back into her again. Another scream escaped her lips, and her head fell forwards, eyes closed. She breathed heavily through her mouth, and Harry imagined her insides stretching to accommodate the over-sized invader. Harry's cock swelled and he felt pre-cum seeping out

  Roy started to fuck her, slowly but with force. He pulled her hips back to meet each thrust, and Harry could tell from his wife’s moans that she was already starting to reach her first orgasm.

  Harry saw her beautiful face show pain, shock, pleasure and ecstasy as Roy slowly poked her to climax. When it finally hit, she let out a wail, and Harry felt his cock straining against the cage. Roy never changed the rhythm of his thrusts as he fucked her slow and hard. Harry counted in his head and the thrusts were a little over two seconds apart.

  Michelle’s hair fell forward and partially hid her face. Her groans got a little louder, already working up to coming again. Then she started talking, but Harry doubted she knew she was doing it; she seemed to be on another plane.

  “Oh yeah. That’s… Just keep… Oh, Christ. Yeah, yeah, just fucking… Oh, God! Fuck, oh…”

  Then her second orgasm hit and the words gave way to more moans, yelps and cries. Her legs started to shake, but Roy held her in position and just kept pounding her at the same tempo.

  Michelle forced herself upright and Roy stepped back and out of her. Harry saw his cock, slick with her juices. Again he marvelled at the size of it.

  Michelle turned to face Roy, took her top off, and then pulled her skirt up and over her head, too. Wearing just her bra and shoes, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her eyes were fixed on Roy’s cock. He knelt on the bed between her legs and slipped his cock between her outer lips.

  Harry watched as she raised her hips off the bed as Roy pushed all the way in. Michelle gave another sigh, and then the moans and mumblings started again.

  “Ooh… Come on, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, fuck me.”

  The bull raised himself up and lifted her legs, pullling her feet over his shoulders. He started to fuck her faster, and Michelle sounded like she was crying between grunts. For a split second Harry was worried, but then she started repeating ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ over and over.

  Roy fucked her like this for another five minutes before Michelle announced she was going to come again. Which she did. Loudly.

  Harry saw that both Roy and Michelle were sweating profusely. Her legs were now flat on the bed, wide apart with her bull still pounding her, breathing heavily.

  Harry saw a look pass between his wife and her bull.

  Roy stood up and Michelle turned and got on all fours on the bed, her head by Roy’s crotch. Harry assumed they’d already discussed what she wanted, and was expecting the same scenario as with Paul, with the bull coming into her mouth.

  But instead, Roy looked at Harry. “Get over here.”

  He jumped, startled. “What?” It was the first time Roy had spoken, and his words were like a bark.

  “Come on, Sissy. Get up here now.”

  Harry obeyed.

  Roy held his huge cock in his hand. “Right, now jerk me off into your wife’s pretty face.”

  Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What?” He turned to look at Michelle, who stared back at him with unfocussed eyes. Her hair was clinging to her face.

  Roy grabbed Harry’s arm and pushed it towards his huge cock. “I said beat my fucking meat. Your wife wants to feel my hot cum all over her face.”

  Harry hesitated for a split second too long.

  Roy slapped him round the head. “Come on, Sissy, I’m itching to blow, here.”

  Stunned, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the dick. It was hot, wet and slippery. And bigger than anything he’d ever held before. He gripped tighter.

  “That’s it. Now, wank me off.”

  Harry started to slide his hand up and down on Roy’s cock. It felt surreal.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Work it like that, but faster.”

  Without taking his eyes off the cock in his hand, Harry started to pump his wrist faster. He’d had lots of practice at this over the years, but only ever on his own small cock. He looked up to his wife’s face. She was watching him, smiling. He moved his hand faster, gripped a little tighter.

  Michelle shook her hair back from her face, licked her lips. “Come on, drench me.” She leaned closer and held her tongue out.

  “Come on, Sissy. Get my fucking load up and all over her face.” Roy was breathless, now very close.

  Harry stood sideways on between Roy and Michelle, jerking the huge cock as fast as he could. He aimed the tip at his wife’s face and cupped his left hand under Roy’s huge balls.

  Roy let out a rumble from his chest, and then a thick stream of cum erupted from him,
hitting Michelle on the cheek. Harry pumped harder and another spurt hit her forehead and eye. Harry kept pumping as fast as he could, determined to drain every drop. Roy let out a scream of his own, and another spurt hit Michelle’s face. Harry took the hand from Roy’s balls and pulled Michelle’s head forward by the hair, forcing the cock into her mouth.

  Roy cried out again and Harry heard Michelle gagging. He had no idea if more cum had erupted, or if she was just struggling to get her mouth around such a huge knob end.

  “Alright!” Roy gasped, pulling back. “Alright, stop.”

  Harry released his grip and stepped back, more than a little shocked by his own behaviour. He’d just wanked another man off into his own wife’s face. His cock was now flaccid within the cage, but precum was dripping freely, running down his thigh. He looked at Michelle. Her face was completely covered in cum, eyes closed, Roy’s cock still in her mouth. Her mascara was smudged on one eye where the cum had landed, her lip gloss smeared round her mouth—the delicate work of art from earlier messed by the heat of their passion.

  Michelle opened her eyes and looked up at Harry. Her eyes smiled as she finally released the hold of her mouth on the bulbous tip of Roy’s cock.

  “I can go again.”

  Michelle and Harry looked at Roy in shock.

  He shrugged. “I always stay hard after I come the first time. I’m ready to fuck you again.”

  Michelle looked at Harry, then back at Roy. “Want me to clean up first?”

  Roy shook his head. “You look good like that.” He ran his finger through the mess on her cheek then sucked it into his mouth. “It’s my cum. A lot of the times when I’m fucking a slutwife, she could have the cum from three or four different guys on her face. Don’t bother me.”

  Michelle knelt up and unfastened her bra, leaving it hanging open from her shoulders. She still had the key on the chain round her neck. “Okay then, bull, come and fuck this slutwife some more. But pump your next load inside me.”

  Roy pushed her onto her back and mounted her roughly. She groaned, and he fucked her hard and fast. Harry hadn’t moved back to his chair, so he stood at the foot of the bed and watched as Roy bucked his hips over and over. Michelle wrapped her legs around the backs of his and moved with him, riding him from below.

  She leaned up and bit into his shoulder, scratched at the patterned back, howled as her fourth orgasm washed through her, then grunted and hugged him close as he stilled, his buttocks clenching and unclenching. Harry knew the bull was doing exactly what his wife had told him to do—he was pumping his second load deep inside her.

  Michelle opened her eyes and looked at Harry over Roy’s shoulder. She smiled at him, and Harry knew he’d love her forever.

  This was the life he wanted to lead.

  He made his way back to the chair and watched as the pair on the bed rested and dozed. After less than an hour, they had sex for a third time. Michelle straddled her bull and rode him until she’d made herself come. After that she was encouraged onto her knees and taken doggy style, Roy again electing to come inside her. Harry was starting to get cold and considered getting a t-shirt, but decided against it.

  Roy reached down and took a blue pill from his jeans, placing it under his tongue.

  Harry smiled to himself. Even bulls need a tonic.

  Ten minutes later, Roy encouraged Michelle to suck him back to hardness, which she did. Once hard, he fucked her for the fourth time. They started off in the missionary position, during which Michelle achieved her sixth orgasm of the night. Then he fucked her from behind, turning her quickly at the end so he could shoot his final load into her mouth.

  Five minutes later, Roy was fully dressed and ready to leave. He didn’t acknowledge Harry before Michelle walked him downstairs. She returned to the bedroom a few minutes later.

  Harry was a little concerned, because she looked shattered. Shagged out, even. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. “You?”

  He shook his head. “No, I mean are you feeling all right?”

  She nodded again. “Just tired, and a bit sore.” She looked down at herself. “I need a bath.”

  Harry stepped close and wrapped his arms around her. “Let’s just get into bed. You can have a bath in the morning.”

  “I’m leaking cum everywhere.” She looked slightly embarrassed.

  He pulled the quilt back and moved her closer. “I don’t care, you need to rest. We’ll change the sheets in the morning.”

  She looked into his eyes. “Don’t you mind sleeping in someone else’s damp patch?”

  He laughed. “No. If it’s dripped out of you, that’s all that matters—I don’t care who pumps it in.”

  She removed her shoes and they climbed into bed. She moved her head to kiss him but hesitated. Her face was still covered with dry cum. She’d also just swallowed Roy’s final load.

  Harry leaned forward and licked her cheek. She pulled him close and held him tight. His heart thumped in his chest, and they fell asleep embracing. He wished he’d been allowed to come too, but knew this was probably for the best. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so happy.

  Chapter 8

  When Harry woke next morning, they were still entwined. He watched his wife’s face as she slept. Even with the remnants of her makeup and Roy’s cum, she still looked beautiful. Harry let his mind re-live the events of last night, and wondered if he’d admit to the thrill he’d got from jerking Roy off into her face.

  He held her until he needed to get up to pee, at which point Michelle opened her eyes. They kissed again, then she took a bath while he dressed and made breakfast. She came downstairs dressed in leggings and t-shirt, her face clean and her hair wet. He passed her a glass of orange juice which she drank in one go.

  She smiled shyly at him, looking a little embarrassed. “Was last night okay for you?”

  He nodded, wondered what was on her mind. “Why do you ask?”

  “Most of the times he came inside. I know you like—”

  “It was fine. I don’t need to see every single one. I got turned on by knowing he was coming inside you.”

  She nodded, relieved for a second before the concern returned to her face. “In the pub, I asked him to make you finish him off by hand. I’m sorry if you didn’t—”

  “It was fine. I didn’t mind, don’t worry.”

  “It turned me on so much, you have no idea.”

  He laughed self-consciously. He wanted to make light of it and not admit how much it had turned him on, too. He tried to move things along to other parts of the evening. “I think a lot of things turned you on. I can’t believe you came so many times.”

  She laughed. “Me neither.”

  “Whereas I…” He waited until she looked at him. “Am being made to wait for another whole week.”

  She nodded. Then she bit her lip, pushed her hair back behind one ear. “About that…”

  “Yeah?” He was getting a bad feeling.

  She smiled. “Well, before that, I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit through another night of passion.”

  “Another night of watching your passion?” Harry felt the familiar tingle inside.

  She nodded.

  “With Roy?”

  She shook her head. “No, not this time.”

  “Oh?”

  She took a deep breath. “On Friday, you’re going to be watching the BBC.”

  Harry’s mouth dropped open.

  “I’m not talking about the television channel, you know.”

  Harry nodded. He knew what BBC stood for, because he’d been looking at cuckolding sites, too. Michelle had arranged another bull, and this one had a big black cock. He felt a twitch inside his cage.

  * * *

  Harry sat naked on the chair while his wife was downstairs with her latest bull. He heard the chink of a bottle on a glass, music playing. Laughter. He thought they were dancing. Another song followed. Then another. By the time he heard them making their way up
stairs, it was dark outside.

  When they came into the bedroom, Michelle was wearing only her underwear and shoes. Her bull was down to his boxers. He was tall and slim with a shaved head. His ebony chest was hairless, his shoulders and arms muscular.

  Neither of them looked at Harry. They kissed passionately, then Michelle dropped to her knees and pulled down his boxers. Harry saw his cock was already hard, and already wet. Michelle must have started sucking him before they came upstairs. He listened to the slurps of her mouth, the moans from her bull. He watched as she tried to get as much of his huge cock into her mouth as she could.