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

by Selena Kitt

  Michael was a website designer and worked from home. Bonnie often fantasized about gnawing the meat from his bone while she trapped his face between her fleshy thighs and his tongue explored every delectable nook and cranny. She hoped he was long enough to take her from behind and maybe spank her naughty ass while he did so.

  "I didn't do any trimming the last time I mowed," he said. "It needs to get done."

  "There's an ozone warning today," she said, looking at the weedwhip.

  Michael shrugged. "Global warming is overrated, don't you think?"

  Bonnie tugged on her halter again. "Not on a day like today. How's Michelle?"

  "Good. She'll be home in a couple of hours."

  Michael's wife was a petite, athletic blonde who did the books for a local plastics manufacturer. She had a small firm bottom and small round breasts, and it wasn't hard to picture Michael reaming her in a standing position against their bedroom wall. The two were were twenty-something newlyweds who'd bought the house next-door in March. Bonnie had met them at the housewarming party they'd thrown for the neighbors, and immediately began plotting how and when she could sleep with the male half of the union. She was a succulent-looking forty, almost old enough to be their mother, and that's what she'd tried to become over the course of the last few months, inviting them over for dinner and drinks, teaching Michelle how to bake a mean chocolate chip cookie and offering Michael advice on maintaining his lawn and landscape. Although both had grown fairly close with Bonnie during that time, it was Michael she was interested in, but the young man hadn't indicated he wanted to take things further, and Bonnie was growing impatient. Her desire for him was so great she was ready to force the issue somehow, despite what it might do to their friendship.

  Bonnie smiled at Michael again.

  "I made some lemonade. Care to join me?"

  Michael looked at his yard, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

  "Sure."

  Bonnie brushed a wide, well-placed hip against Michael's front as she slid past him and headed for the rear of her house. There was no way he could not have felt it, and Bonnie felt some mild disappointment when he didn't respond. Nonetheless, she could feel his eyes clinging to her jiggling rump as she walked onto the deck and then opened the slider. She stepped aside to allow him into the kitchen, but he smiled and shook his head.

  "Ladies first."

  The air-conditioning hit both of them like a hammer, and Bonnie immediately felt her nipples grow pleasantly rigid. She went to the fridge and withdrew a glass pitcher, and condensation beaded rapidly on its surface. When she turned, she saw Michael sneak a quick peek at her chest, and had to contain a self-satisfied smirk.

  So, Bonnie thought smugly. He's not made of stone after all.

  She set the pitcher on the counter and pointed to a cupboard.

  "Glasses are up there."

  Wordlessly, he pulled down two glasses, and she filled them, standing much closer to him than necessary. She could feel the warmth of his hard body despite the AC, and her pussy grew damp around the shifting beads. Her nipples hardened further until they were exquisitely painful, and she made a soft humming sound. He took his serving and stepped back a few inches, put the glass to his lips, and downed the contents in one long pull. Bonnie watched his Adam's Apple convulse as he consumed the beverage, and pictured him gulping her flowing juices in the same manly fashion.

  He looks so goddamn sexy, she thought, and felt goose bumps break out on her arms. She snuck a glance at his crotch, and was rewarded with another jiggle. He set the glass on the countertop and smacked his lips.

  "Good," he said.

  "Like another?"

  "Absolutely."

  She brushed his arm with her breast as she reached for his glass, and the contact on her nipple sent little chills into her tummy. She hadn't been with a man since the divorce a year ago, and although she'd kept herself happy in a variety of ways, sex toys and vegetables were certainly no match for a hot, hard penis and big, strong hands. When she handed him his glass, she felt Michael's fingertip trail across her thumb, and the little chills grew bigger.

  "We could use some rain," Michael said, staring at her.

  "Turn on your sprinkling system."

  "Too expensive."

  Both of their systems drew free water from the St. Joe River, but the pumps really jacked up the electric bill.

  Bonnie shrugged. "You want your lawn to look nice, don't you?"

  "Not all of us have all the money in the world."

  Michael was politely referring to the fact that Bonnie didn't have to work, and Bonnie was aware of that. Her husband owned a porta-potty company and was on the road a lot during the summer for outdoor festivals and concerts, and generally drumming up new business. That left Bonnie with a lot of free time on her hands, and fantasies that could not be denied.

  Michael set the glass down on the counter and dragged the back of his hand across his lips.

  "I better get going."

  Bonnie resisted the urge to touch his arm. She looked up at him and smiled seductively. "You sure about that?"

  Michael stared at her for a moment, and then nodded. "Quite sure."

  Your loss, kiddo, Bonnie thought. And mine.

  God, she really wanted to put him through his paces. Her heart beat rapidly despite her calm appearance, and she stared at his crotch again. The slight bulge had grown a tad bigger, and she could see the outline of his knob pressing against his cotton gym shorts. A chill shot through her pussy, and a knowing smile crossed his face. His cock swelled another inch or so, and now there was more than just his knob outlined for her viewing pleasure.

  You little devil, she thought, surprised. You're teasing me!

  "Enjoy your day, Bonnie," he said.

  Bonnie couldn't believe it when she felt his knob press briefly against her bottom as he squeezed behind and then past her.

  "You, too," she said, trying to keep her voice even.

  Bonnie stood alone in the kitchen, breathing heavily, heart pounding. He'd known she was aroused, and had played her like a pianist. She heard the weedwhip fire up next-door, and pictured Michael's sweat-soaked body as he worked in the heat. A soft moan escaped into the silent kitchen as she slid a hand into her shorts and cupped her pantied mound.

  "Michael," she whispered.

  A burning sensation scorched through her pussy, and the front of her panties immediately grew wet. She slipped her fingers inside the silky material and massaged her slit for a moment, tugging gently on the string dangling from the portal, and the balls moved lubriciously when she shuddered. Now panting, she walked quickly down the hallway and into her bedroom.

  The sound of the weedwhip was muffled in here, but she could hear it, and her heart whined like the machine. She thought about raising the blinds and masturbating in front of the window where she knew he could see, but wisely kept her head. She slipped off her halter, pulled down her shorts and underwear, and stood naked in front of her full-length mirror. Her breasts jutted proudly and firmly from her chest, capped by large, mauve nipples, her wide fleshy hips trembled, and the flaming-red patch of coarse bristly hair on her mound gleamed wetly with her pent-up arousal.

  She stared at her curvaceous reflection and became so excited a stream of juice trickled down her leg. She squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples, and a jolt of pleasure rocketed through her chest. She pushed her titties upward, bent her head, and flicked her tongue across a nipple. She watched herself in the mirror, opened her mouth and suckled one, gently at first, and then vigorously, coating the tremulous mound with saliva and smacking her lips. Her already erect nipple grew harder and bigger and she tugged on it with her teeth. Bonnie thought she looked so fucking slutty sucking her own tits, and wondered what Michael would think of her ability.

  "God," she whispered, her pussy flexing and spurting another stream.

  She envisioned Michael sucking her tits and licking her cleavage, and a mini-orgasm ricocheted through her
body, Bonnie hissing her pleasure at its sudden arrival. She slowly slid her hands down her belly and cupped her drenched mons, the hair slickly wet with her juices, her plump inner thighs glistening moistly in the afternoon sunlight. She caressed her pussy, and her entire body throbbed, the channel squishing softly as she slid two fingers inside, and then a third. She encountered the balls and rolled them gently against each other. An electric jolt rocked her body, wrenching her guts in a vise-grip of agonized sweetness.

  "Eeeeeee," she keened, wantonly humping her pelvis. She pulled on the string, and a bead emerged from her portal with a soft, wet squelch.

  "Yessssss," she hissed.

  She tugged upward on the string and another ball emerged, the rounded surface brushing her clitty and driving a brazen spear through her body. She jerked, grunting, and tugged again. A third ball revealed itself, gleaming and dripping, and the muscles in her guts clenched. Another mini-orgasm rocked her, and she inhaled sharply, eyes wide. She pulled the last ball loose, staring at herself in the mirror, and her pussy screamed with joy. She slipped two fingers inside, probed for a moment, and then withdrew them, licking the musky effluence like honey from a spoon, staring at her naked body and trembling.

  Breathing with little erratic gasps, and picturing the swelling in Michael's shorts, she opened a dresser drawer and withdrew her life-like dildo, but in her mind, it was Michael's cock -- hot, hard, and throbbing. Her reflection pressed the large, spongy knob against her slit, coating it with slippery lubrication, and she moaned, the muscles in her arms and legs spasming deliciously. Her hand wrapped around the solid silicone pole looked incredibly sexy in the mirror, and she groaned as the knob disappeared through the dense red jungle and into her gaping cunt. Her pussy lips softly suckled along the massive shaft until nine of its ten inches was buried deep, the knob bottomed out against her cervix.

  "Ohhhh, Michael," she murmured, sweating erupting on her body and mingling with the excitement trickling down her legs. "Fuck me hard."

  She pulled the dildo out slowly, and then thrust it back in, increasing the power and velocity with every stroke as her pussy became accustomed to its size. The tremors of pleasure grew stronger, and her pussy slopped with streaming juice. She worried her clitty with her other hand, her big body hunched and contorted in the mirror. Her face shone with sweat, her mouth was a snarl, and her eyes were possessed by an unholy gleam. She wished she could fuck herself from behind as she powered the phallus with loud lip-smacking relish, and the tremors became waves of release washing gloriously across her. She cried out loud and long in the silence of the bedroom; her legs grew wobbly, her knees abruptly buckled, and she collapsed in a heap in front of the mirror, mind whirling, the dummy dick still inserted. She felt her pussy lips twitching around its wrinkled girth, and another mini-orgasm rippled through her guts.

  "Oh my God," she murmured, gasping heavily for breath.

  The carpet beneath her rump was sodden and stinking, and would have to be scrubbed. And she would do that when she could walk again. For now, she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the weedwhip whining softly in the yard next-door, wondering how and when she could coax Michael to take her with the same primordial splendor.

  * * *

  Michael was toweling off after his shower when he heard the kitchen door open and his wife's footsteps on the hardwood floor.

  "Michael?"

  "In here," he called out.

  Michelle walked down the hallway and into the master bath. She wore a lightweight summer dress from work, and her face gleamed with perspiration, now being cooled from the AC.

  "Jesus Christ, it's hot out," she exclaimed.

  Michael grinned. "You're telling me."

  She walked right up to him and, unmindful of his wetness, pressed her body against him and delivered a big, sloppy kiss, running her hands down his flanks and pinching his buttocks.

  "Holy shit, honey," he said in surprise, and then pulled her even closer, rubbing his crotch against hers.

  Michelle giggled. She just adored his lean, firm body and still had a hard time keeping her hands off of it. They'd been together since high school and had maintained the relationship despite going to different colleges. They'd experimented with others during the separation, and were open and honest about that, and if anything, they both felt those experiences had solidified their union. They loved each other absolutely, and had continued that openness despite being married. A little strange from time-to-time seemed to be good for the marriage, and they were always careful and extremely choosy about their partners.

  Michelle stared as the man of her dreams dried his beautiful muscles, his wondrous cock and balls swinging heavily, and experienced a little thrill in her groin.

  "How was your day?" she asked, feeling her heart beat heavily. "Did you get the trimming done?"

  Michael laughed. "I'll say."

  Michelle arched an eyebrow. "Do tell."

  "I had a nice chat with our next-door neighbor."

  "Oh really?"

  "We were drinking lemonade in her kitchen, and she damn near did everything but rape me."

  Michelle grimaced. "You better watch out. That woman's the perfect example of a bored, horny housewife."

  "How long's her old man been on the road this time?"

  "Couple of months, I think."

  Michael grinned lecherously. "Uh-huh."

  Michelle sighed resignedly. "So, what did you do?"

  "Just teased her a little. I didn't want to do anything else without your permission."

  Michelle unabashedly pulled down her panties, lifted her dress, and sat on the toilet, and Michael listened to her urine gush forcefully into the bowl. Michelle looked up at him.

  "I've told you -- if you want to nail that big bitch, then do it."

  "You're sure you're okay with that -- her being our neighbor and all?"

  "I said so, didn't I? Hell, I've thought about jumping her, too."

  "No shit? Think she's into chicks?"

  Michelle laughed. "It might be fun to see her reaction if she's not."

  Michael grinned. "She was definitely turned on this afternoon. I bet she barely made it to the bedroom after I left."

  "The slutty cooze probably didn't even get that far."

  Michael hung the wet towel on the bar, offering Michelle a glimpse of his cute little butt, and she took that opportunity to finish up and then wipe her own. She felt her pussy dampen as she pictured Michael torturing the poor woman who lived a stone's throw away.

  "So, how'd you tease her?" she asked, still sitting on the toilet.

  Michael turned around. "I let myself get a little hard. She could see it."

  "Were you horny?"

  "A little bit."

  "Are you still?"

  Michael's cock twitched as he stared at his wife, and Michelle saw it. She smiled.

  "Think about her and show me."

  There were times like now when Michael couldn't believe his good fortune. His wife's appetites never ceased to amaze him; how and when and why she got turned on was always surprising. Now, she wanted to see him get hard as she sat on the toilet with her panties around her ankles, and he fantasized about porking their next-door-neighbor. He wondered if other guys were this lucky.

  Michael closed his eyes and thought about Bonnie's big tits and how they'd feel squeezing his cock in a fleshy embrace. He thought about pressing his cock into the crack of her rump and rubbing up and down while he reached around and squeezed her titties and thumbed her nipples. Was her bush red? Was it full and thick or neatly trimmed -- either would do. Was her pussy still tight after all these years or was it reduced to sloppy fuckhole from constant abuse?

  Michelle watched her man's penis begin to swell.

  "What're you doing right now?" she asked.

  "I'm rubbing my cock in that big ass of hers."

  "What's it feel like?"

  "Sweaty."

  Michael reached down to stroke himself, but Mic
helle stayed his hand.

  "Let me do that," she said.

  Michelle loved her husband's penis. The shaft got so long and fat, and the knob grew so round and red. She grasped his rapidly inflating rod and gently thumbed his glans. Michael groaned softly, picturing Bonnie on her knees before him. Michelle stroked him, and Michael thrust reflexively, watching Bonnie fucking his cock with her chest and lipping his bloated bulb on the upthrust. Her hands squeezed her titties together, increasing the slippery friction, as he held her head and punished her cleavage. He groaned again. Michelle jacked his pole, watching droplets of lubrication now gleaming in his pisshole. She rubbed the slickness on his knob and then put her fingers in her mouth. Michael opened his eyes, staring at her. She drooled saliva in her palm and stroked him again.