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

by Selena Kitt

  “I asked you a question. Should we keep it on?”

  Sarah was surprised how much that tiny bit of pain leaned more towards pleasure. They would have to explore that. Later. Now, she just needed to come. “Yes, I do. Taking it off takes too much—“

  Before she could finish her sentence he slammed into her. Hard. As promised. If she had not been so beyond ready for him it would have hurt, but her juices were running down her leg before they even got to the chair, so it was a smooth ride in. “You are wet for me. I can’t remember a time you have been this wet. Can you?”

  No she couldn’t. Even in her wildest imaginations, she had never been this wet.

  Whack. “Can you remember a time?”

  There was no hesitation this time. “No, I can’t. I am not sure it was even possible.” She looked up in the mirror and met his eyes. They were filled with love and lust and mischief. “Move already.”

  Whack.

  “Shit, what was that for? You didn’t even ask me a question.”

  “That was because you like it and because you needed a bit of pain before I take you fast or you will come the second I begin to move.” He slowly began to move.

  “Truth. I would…and I am fine with that. I plan to make you come over and over again tonight and have no problem at all if you want to do the same for me.”

  They both laughed for only a second as he began to move faster and faster. Harder and harder. His hand reached around to her throbbing clit and had barely touched it when she went into an orgasm like the ones in her books. He had made her come many times in their life together, but nothing came close to this. Sarah had never had a week of foreplay before and never planned to deny herself like that again, but this once in a life time orgasm was so beyond worth the torture of her week of arousal.

  She barely heard herself as his named was ripped from her lips like a prayer and he followed quickly behind her. She was seeing stars. She was actually seeing stars and she felt like she was outside her body. It was the most amazing sexual experience of her life.

  She was brought back to her body by repeated words of praise and love by her husband. It didn’t even register that they were now sitting on the chair with her snuggled on his lap. If all orgasms were like this one, no one would ever leave their house. She snuggled in close and he enveloped her in his arms.

  Sarah knew the magic of her afterglow was a bazillion times better because it was with someone she knew and loved, someone who understood her needs. She could feel him already hard again beneath her thighs, but did nothing about it. He was going to give her time to come down from the amazing flight he took her on, time for her sight to clear and her oversensitivity to become pleasurable instead of bordering on pain, time for her to snuggle and snooze.

  When Sarah awoke, it was in her bed. There were benefits to having a hubby as fit as Victor. She stretched her arms and gave the clock a quick glance. It was only nine o’clock. Score. They had plenty of time left to do every dirty thing she had imagined all week. She turned her head the other way and saw Victor, leaning on his elbow simply watching her with a content look on his face and love in his eyes. Sarah was a lucky gal.

  “Hey.” Sarah knew she should have something amazing to say after what they just shared, but her brain was still a mushy mess.

  “Hey, yourself,” was his reply.

  “You let me sleep.”

  He looked at her with a twinkle in her eye that told her that what he was going to say next was no longer silly chitchat.

  “You needed your energy.”

  “Energy?” Two could play at this game.

  “Yes, energy. You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you? You tortured me all week.”

  Sarah could see him struggling to keep a straight face. She would play along.

  “Me? I tortured you? I think you got that backwards, Mr. Friday.”

  Victor rolled until he was lying on top of her with his weight supported by his arms. Sarah could feel every inch of his body pressed against hers.

  “Wait a minute, when did I become naked?”

  He laughed and laughed. She wasn’t mad by any means, but she couldn’t see the humor. “You must have come harder than I thought. You really don’t remember, do you?”

  “Honey, I have never in my life come that hard and I didn’t even suspect it was possible.” She reached up and put her hand on his cheek. Something about doing that while he was on top of her always made her feel so connected. “To answer your question, no I really don’t remember. What did I miss? Did you take advantage of me when I passed out?” Sarah loved that she could banter and joke with him like this, even after all of these years.

  “That would have been a good plan. Why hadn’t I thought of that?”

  She smacked his arm for good measure.

  “Fine, what you clearly forgot was you begging me to get you naked.”

  “I would call you a liar because that doesn’t sound like me…but you’re not lying, are you? How could I have been ready to go so quickly?”

  He barked out a laugh. “If only. You told me you could feel every nerve in your body and your clothing was putting you into post orgasm overload. You then scolded me for making you come so hard.”

  “Scolded you? Crap, I can be a sucktastic wife some times. I should be giving you a trophy. I am still feeling high and I even napped.”

  Victor lowered himself even more. Sarah could feel his cock at her entrance and she drew in a breath. “Not sucktastic, sweetness. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow when I whip out those new nipple clamps. Maybe then you can be sucktastic, but for now, I want to make sweet love to my super smokin’ wife.” He looked at her with such devotion and reverence, Sarah almost questioned if it were real. They had pulled apart from intimacy for so long and it felt so amazing to have it back she feared it was a dream. “Tell me yes. Tell me you want that too.”

  “Yes,” was barely out of her mouth before his mouth was on hers. The urgency from earlier was gone and he peppered her with sweet kisses that grew longer and deeper with each passing moment. She was so lost in his smell and taste and the sensations of his kisses that when his hand reached her breasts, it caught her off guard but she immediately gave into the sensation. He was taking his time slowly exploring them. His kisses left her mouth and began to travel downward towards her breasts and she found herself all but thrusting them at his mouth. She was no young inexperienced girl, yet this man undid her and she felt like one as she fumbled to get what she wanted.

  “Patience, patience. I am going to take care of you tonight. I will leave no part of your body neglected. I am going to—” His words cut off as he began to kiss, then suck, then nip her breasts. She did as he said and simply enjoyed the ride.

  When his mouth moved back up to hers, she latched on to it and poured every emotion she was feeling into the kiss. Gone was the uncontrollable animalistic lust; they had managed to sate that. What was left was far more beautiful. Sarah felt lust, and her husband’s hardness showed he did too, but it was no longer in control. Now it was love and friendship and their amazing bond that was leading the way. When he entered her this time it was not fast and hard. They already met that need. This time it was slow and sweet and all about their connection as a couple.

  A few of the woman in her mommy porn group made fun of the heroines as they talked about becoming one with their spouse or mates. Sarah actually felt sorry for them for having never felt the bond she felt with Victor and they came together. The bond she felt now as they moved as one. This was not a race to a climax. This was not meeting a physical need. This was so much more. She was brought back from her revelry by Victor’s breath at her ear.

  “Do you know the best thing I ever did?” Victor whispered.

  “This?” It was sure on her short list.

  He shook his head.

  “Finding my Kindle?”

  He laughed and shook his head.

  “I have no idea, then Victor. My brain is sort of in a happy
melty place right now.”

  “The best thing I ever did was marry you.”

  She was crying happy tears. “The best thing I ever did was marry you, Victor.”

  The End

  The Mommy Porn Chronicles

  Follow the women of the Mommy Porn Book Club as they turn their secret Kindle-fueled fantasies into scorching realities.

  Sating Sarah: Book One

  Mastering Mary: Book Two

  Doing Daisy: Book Three

  Getting Gia: Book Four

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  Ever Coming is the naughty pen name of an international best-selling author who simply wanted to get her smut on. When she is not reading and writing the naughty, Ever is usually found enjoying time with her kids and husband.

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  Cosmetic Damage by Nicola Nichols

  Cosmetic Damage by Nicola Nichols

  "It's only cosmetic damage," the man said. He clutched his clipboard and leaned over to peer down the side of the Porsche—Eric's new Porsche—to inspect the long scratch that ran nearly the entire length of the car. "It's only through the top coat and will probably buff out fine. We can make it look like new. My crew fixes this sort of parking lot damage all the time."

  Paula let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank God. I guess that means you can fix it quick."

  He smiled and shook his head. "Fixing it won’t take long but we can't get to it anytime soon." He motioned at the other cars sitting around the shop, obviously waiting to be worked on. "We're pretty backed up with other work. Now once we get to it I expect it won't take more than a few hours to fix, but we can't start anytime soon." He looked at her expression. "Hey, look it's okay to drive like this for a few days. It won't start to rust or anything. It's only cosmetic."

  She had trouble breathing. Only cosmetic. "I don't know what planet you live on, but as far as Eric's concerned the words 'only' and 'cosmetic' do not belong together. This is his car, and he's obsessed with how things look. It has to look right." She had no illusions about Eric—he'd married her because she looked right, always dressed nice and stayed in shape. He told her once that being a good fuck wasn't a distant second in his book. He could always hire whores to fuck. A wife on the other hand had to look good, better than good. And she had to keep everything around her looking good.

  "Well, next week we can make it look new, like I said. That will make him happy."

  "You don't understand. He's on a business trip now and will be back Monday. He'll expect me to meet him at the airport Monday morning dressed nice, sexy, looking perfect and driving his perfect Porsche."

  The man laughed at her, pissing her off. "He'll have to be disappointed then. We couldn't even start on your car until Monday. Saturday we have a rush job for an important politician and we don't work Sunday." He jerked his thumb in the direction of his crew who were replacing a crumpled fender on a BMW. She gave them a look over... nice young guys. A little scruffy, but they did nice work. A burly Hispanic guy, not tall but well built, seemed to run the team, which consisted of two black guys, one a little older and bald—nice sexy body—and the other young and lean. "These guys take their weekend seriously. Even paying overtime won't get them to work on Sunday."

  She looked at the manager again, and seeing an ordinary guy in an ordinary job who had no imagination. That's why he never understood how to get them to work weekends, and it was why he'd always be a manager of a place like this. Not that this was a bad place, or the job sucked or anything, it was just that he'd gone as far as he could with what he had. He wasn't alert to possibilities. He hadn't even checked her body out even though she'd worn a tight tee shirt and short shorts. Most men couldn't resist staring at her chest when she wore a tight tee. She knew she had great breasts and her tight shorts emphasized the curves of her ass. But this man only noticed the car.

  The crew, on the other hand had looked over at her several times. She heard them talking among themselves, probably exchanging crude remarks about her. That was raw material she could deal with. She liked being appreciated, and knew that it gave her opportunities. Eric was right that looking good meant life gave you more choices and made people more willing to help you. She just wished he'd spend more time enjoying the choices and less worrying about the details.

  Now she faced meeting him at the airport with a car he would consider grossly disfigured. He'd already been angry about something when he'd left on the trip. He hadn't said what it was, but he had been incredibly sulky. Even when she saw him off, giving him a nice blowjob in the car, he hadn't enjoyed it the way he normally did. That meant he had something on his mind. It wasn't her fault or he'd have told her. He didn't pull any punches when he was angry with her—he came right out with it. And he'd be plenty mad when he found out she'd taken the Porsche to the mall. But she liked the way it turned guy's heads. A hot chick in a hot car didn't have any trouble picking up interesting men. That had gone well enough, but now she had a damaged car. Better if he never knew about it at all.

  The manager took her number and promised he'd call if something came up and they could squeeze the job in on Saturday. "Don't hold your breath," he warned. "It's gonna be tight just to finish the priority work we have in the shop."

  She watched him go back to the office and decided she'd head home and get on the computer to see if she could find someplace else that might fix the car by Monday. This was the best place in town, and the only one she knew of, but if the job was as simple as the man suggested, someone else might be able and willing to take care of it.

  She sat in the driver's seat, for once barely noticing the soft caress of the fancy leather seats on her bare legs. As she reached for the key the young Hispanic man came over and leaned against the door. "You got a problem lady? You look upset."

  "My husband's car. I guess it's nothing that can't be fixed, but it's a problem that your boss doesn't have the time or interest in doing the work."

  The man put his finger on the car door and ran it over the scratch. "I'd say you need someone to fix this pig ugly scratch. You want us to get it off your beautiful car?"

  "Exactly."

  "Well that should be no problem at all. Why ain't he helping the lady in distress?"

  "I need it done by Sunday night. He said you're booked through Saturday and you guys don't work Sundays."

  He laughed. "Well we don't work for him on Sunday, that's for sure. It's a rule we have. However... for a nice lady like you, a foxy bitch and all, we might be convinced to make an exception. Tell Jorge why you need it so quick. Maybe I can help."

  "The short version is that my husband will be back on Monday morning and I don't want him to know I scratched his precious car. It has to look bright and shiny new."

  Jorge gave her a charming smile. "What's your name sweet lady?"

  "Paula."

  "Well, pretty Paula, get out of the car for a moment and let me take a closer look at what we have here."

  Not entirely sure what was going on, she opened the door and he held it as she got out and stood next to him. He stood behind her and closed the door, then took her hand and put it on the scratch. His eyes, however, were all over her legs, making her feel hot in all the right places. Unlike his boss, Jorge definitely was aware of every inch of her body. "So Paula wants someone who will make sure this fucking scratch is all gone and her rich hubby's car looks shiny new by Monday?"

  "That's right."

  "And it's very important to her?"

  "Very."

  Jorge ran his hand over the curve of her ass and down onto the back of her soft bare thigh. He spoke softly into her ear. "Is it important enough that pretty Paula would be willing to show her appreciation?"

  She almost giggled. She
had a hot guy who was a little younger than her asking her if she'd fuck him to get the work done. The truth was that she'd noticed the crew and wondered, just casually like you do, what it might be like to fuck guys like them. With it already in her head, it was easy to think about playing around a little, especially if it got Eric's fucking car fixed. The weekend looked to be a bore and a guy like Jorge might make it go faster, if nothing else. "Who wouldn't appreciate a nice-looking guy like you? I don't mind being nice when people help me out. As long as they know it's just that."

  He winked. "And if it was a big job, one that took three guys to get it done right and on time?"

  The way he snuck up on suggesting a gangbang amused her—and the idea excited her. She looked over at the crew. The looks on their faces and their body language told her that the three of them had been talking the possibilities over while she was talking to the manager. Now the two black guys were watching and pretending not to. The idea of the three of them crawling over her, fucking her senseless, struck her as pretty awesome. It had been some time since she was gangbanged by friendly bikers. She'd often thought about that experience, and this would be the same but different. She'd have a little more control—not too much though. Half the fun of letting three guys have her was them taking her how they wanted.