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

by Selena Kitt

  A husband will do a lot for the lady he loves, but Saturday night stretched the limits.

  “Gene (later on) said he rationalized, “Well, at least I’ll be here to keep her safe if she needs me.”

  Anyone who reads this will know that he could have done little to save me. The number of guys on the stoop increased, but with the A/C on and windows rolled up, at least he was safe.

  It was like I was telling Jasper and Gerald a joke. “Yeah, I snuggled up to him on the couch and started pulling on that little dick of his. I told him that if he ever fucks me again, he will have to wear a rubber.”

  Jasper threw in, “Do they have rubbers in small sizes?”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll have him go into the pharmacy and ask.”

  I had never discussed my home life, my family or my job with this group. Talking about Gene was wrong. This was pure sexual release, but guilt lay in the shadows.

  The routine of a bull coming to the house hadn’t started yet.

  I took control, hoping to ward off the demons forming in my brain. “Jasper, get over here. I need your spunk now.”

  He complied. The hotwife whore in me knew exactly how to bring him off: most of how he cums is jerking off. I get to that still-sensitive spot at the bottom of his head, lube it well, then use my thumb, forefinger, tongue and sighs of pure pleasure to get those few drops of nectar from those balls. All the juice goes down my throat. If not, I clean him up.

  This time, after Jasper shot his wad, I gave him strict instructions. I knew he would follow them to the letter.

  “Listen,” I said. “Go down to the blue Chevy in front of the building. Take my wedding rings with you and tap on the driver’s window with them. When he rolls down the window, give him the rings and ask for a hundred dollars. Don’t say anything about me. Understand?”

  Gerald heard me and whispered a few words to Jasper as well.

  When Jasper closed the door, Gerald began to slowly undress me.

  I offered, “I know someone who will undress me for you, if you want. Gene is very obedient and just downstairs. He wants to watch.”

  “NO!”

  This time, it was not love-making. It was fucking. He fucked me hard and fast. It was like he was fucking some whore piece of meat. It was like I was someone else.

  “Turn over and stick your ass in the air.” Gerald was insistent.

  I reached for the nightstand, to get the lube.

  “No time for that,” he gestured and I obeyed.

  His dick was somewhat lubricated from our fucking and some of my juices had dripped down, but it was still uncomfortable.

  Usually, Gerald is a patient lover, taking his time and ensuring that I am ready. This time, I felt the huge knob rub against my sphincter. I moved back a little to show I was ready. He shoved the whole length, at least nine inches, all the way up my butt. It burned, it stung.

  He didn’t care.

  After a few strokes, he stopped, withdrew and flopped onto his back, breathing hard.

  “Suck me,” he ordered.

  I had tossed his salad before, so the idea of sucking him off after anal sex was something I did for him, not for me. Honestly, when I suspect a tryst is going to involve anal, I am as clean as I can be.

  Tonight, neither of us could really get off like before.

  March 2, 2015

  6:00 P.M.

  Dear Diary,

  That same Saturday night, I came downstairs a few minutes later. The clock on the dash told me I’d been up there less than an hour.

  I was hysterical, “Just drive. DRIVE!”

  Gene said, “An old man came down the steps, walked up to my window and tapped.”

  He said, “I realized, that is Sara’s wedding ring.”

  My husband said he rolled down the window.

  This white guy, my husband looks at the old guy, who stays, “I’m Jasper. Your wife is upstairs, fucking Gerald the bartender. These are her rings. Give me a hundred dollars.”

  Gene gave him the money.

  Jasper returned a few minutes later with a pint of cheap whiskey and gestured for Gene to unlock the door.

  “Get in,” my spouse offered.

  Jasper told Gene this story. “Sara and Gerald are upstairs, fucking. He has the longest dick any of us has ever seen. Gerald gives her just average grades in the dick-sucking department, but I give her an A+.”

  With that, he handed Gene the opened bottle. It was already half-gone.

  Gene finished the bottle and Jasper finished his soliloquy, “Gerald is through with her. He found a new bitch. We don’t want another episode like on the yacht.”

  Gene looked surprised.

  “Yeah,” he confided. “We know all about you, and her, and your boss.”

  Gene was upset. He barely heard the warning words.

  Gene and I ended up at a hotel twenty miles away. When we registered with no luggage, the clerk assumed it was a rendezvous of lovers. In a way, it was.

  At the motel, later, my husband reflected, “This old man should negotiate with the Russians. Every word and phrase was spoken like he was explaining something to someone whose native language is not English.”

  Jerald was clear, “You two can drink in the club, but it is strictly business from now on. If Sara chases him, you both will suffer. Understand?”

  We moved toward each other.

  I started, “Don’t ask. Don’t tell. Just make love to me.”

  He sounded confused. “No rubbers, no foreplay, no talk?”

  “None.” That was my answer.

  I undressed him, very slowly. I explore him. I behaved like the whore I’d become, pretending I’d never seen this naked body before. ‘Serious Slow’ is how I would describe it.

  I sniffed his armpits, licked his ear and pulled on his nipples with my lips. Boys had been doing this sort of shit to me since high school, saying and doing anything to get laid. Now the tables were turned.

  Every part of a man’s body can be sensual; this wife showed what that meant. I knelt before him. I took measure of his body. My warm breath caressed Gene, hugging him by his ass-cheeks.

  Finally, I took his dick in my mouth and swirled.

  “Hhmmm. That’s new,” I heard him say.

  I pushed my man back onto the bed and did a slow strip-tease.

  He played along, “You are so trim and fit. Your body is beautiful.”

  “Just relax, big boy.” What a response, just like a whore would say.

  Tonight, Sara was a whore, a whore for her husband.

  I climbed on top and lowered myself. I was very careful not to lose him. Twice, I felt him slipping out and readjusted. When we fit perfectly, pelvis to pelvis, we moved in unison.

  This wife was fucking her husband like a trained whore. She was giving him what she gave to her bull’s friends and customers. Her pussy had no thought of its pleasure, save the joy of feeling a man grunt, groan, shove and shoot.

  When I was through, I flopped off like Gerald had done to me hours ago. I picked up the phone and dialed the 1 800 pizza delivery site.

  “This is room 340 at the Holiday Inn on the bypass. We need two medium pizzas, one cheese and one all the way. We pay cash. Thanks.”

  On the way back home, around daylight, we talked.

  Gene opened, “Sara, Jasper told me you and Gerald were through.”

  “Yeah,” she said and nodded her head.

  “Jasper says he found someone else,” he offered.

  I ended the conversation with, “Yeah. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  April 10, 2015

  Dear Diary,

  I can’t say I was sorry about Gerald kicking me out. I was getting tired of a lifestyle that left little for me, my son, or my family.

  Life at home and at work saw a short new normal. Parties, drives, vacations, school events, good-natured ribbing about work. I still have a good job I do well (better than my husband does at the same occupation). Being a soccer mom, a wife, a
homemaker are normal. Taking vacations. Going out to eat.

  Again, I said to myself, “I am glad it’s over for Gerald and me.”

  I lie, even to my diary! I am hooked on the hotwife lifestyle and if tempted, I will go back.

  Being a hotwife is not normal, but it is what I dream of. Hotwife means you have a loving husband and all of the other things I mentioned. It also means you have a lover your husband must not complain about.

  Your lover calls, you come. He shows up, you drop everything. We hotwives learn to be adept at sex: not only the physical penetration, but taking it in the ass as well. It means that if your lover’s cousin or uncle or even father wants to fuck you, you do it for your lover.

  Most people mistake our dress. We do not dress like sluts all the time. I am a professional and dress that way. When ordered, we go bra-less or panty-less. We keep our cunts shaved. Most hotwives do not wear Victoria’s Secret clothing in public.

  April 15, 2015

  Dear Diary

  Sex is like any other addiction. You always seem to want a bigger high, a more intense feeling with each partner. Greg was a good start: good in bed and good for Gene’s business.

  I see now the yacht affair was all my fault.

  My ‘back to normal’ did not last, just like the interim between Greg and Gerald.

  I was at work when my cellphone beeped. It was Greg, Gene’s boss and now C.E.O.

  I owed Greg and I knew he would be collecting. This is it.

  He ordered me, “Meet me for lunch tomorrow at 2 at the marina. I want you to meet someone.”

  Did I cross him? No.

  Dressing for work the next day was a challenge. I would inform Gene of everything later, as I have nothing to hide from him. My problem was that I’d missed my period and was bitchy.

  To Gene: “I may be late coming home tonight. Something’s come up.”

  A lame text, I know, but it was the best I could do while in my company visitor’s ladies room, right by the back door where I park my car.

  Off came business suit, bra, panties. The hose I left on, as well as the medium-height heels. On came the same little black dress that got me into so much trouble at the club at Gene’s birthday party. I knew this was the last time I’d be wearing it for a while. Make-up would wait until I got to the marina restaurant.

  Greg was what used to be our table, now here with an old friend. Brad was jet-black, basketball player tall, with an easy smile and impeccable clothes. Bull material all the way!

  We’d been introduced at Gene’s birthday party last year.

  Greg and he had gone to college together and were in the same fraternity. We said nothing about family, but all three of us wore wedding rings.

  Brad was staying at an upscale weekly/monthly rental.

  “Here’s the deal.” Greg got right to the point. “My old friend Brad is in need of companionship. Are you available?”

  No one needed to speak the obvious: Greg was Gene’s boss.

  Upfront, I let them know. “Greg, I need to tell Gene that I missed another period. If Brad doesn’t mind fucking a puffy tummy for a month or so, I’m game.”

  I took Brad home. Junior was already in bed by the time we drove up. I hit the OPEN on the garage door and Brad drove his little sports car right in. I parked on the street.

  Gene met us at the door.

  I introduced Brad this way, “Honey, this is Brad. He is in town for a few weeks and needs companionship.”

  They warily shook hands and settled in on the couch, one end each. I brought three Botanist-and-Q tonics back to the den. Mine was virgin but neither knew. I settled in between the two, but next to Brad. That move did not go un-noticed, but Gene knew it must be un-noted. He knows better.

  I finished half my drink in one gulp and broke the silence. “Brad and I have already been together all afternoon. He has an extended stay place on the bypass.”

  Gene spoke up, “Together?”

  Brad answered, “Yes. Together. You are very lucky to have such a talented wife.”

  The hotwife spoke, “Why thank you, Sir.”

  To my husband I said, “Brad packed an overnight bag. Would you bring it to us in our bedroom, please?”

  Gene got up.

  I stood and kissed him, hugged him and whispered, “I’ve been fucking other men for a while now. I was going to give you the present of watching me for the first time, but if you don’t want that, then we can go back to his place. Your choice, lover.”

  When Gene got the overnighter to our master bedroom door, it was locked. I made him knock but did not answer the first time. Instead, I did some audible ooh’s and ahh’s as I stripped Brad. My lover was buck naked, sporting a serious hard-on.

  I knew my husband was still waiting at the closed door.

  Two long minutes later, Brad was still standing, naked by the bed, fully erect. I knelt in front of him.

  I moved my lips from the tip of his dick and I said, “It is open; come in.”

  Gene and I had watched a lot of porn. Even that did not prepare him for my performance that first night with Brad.

  Sara (wife, mother, PTA lady, soccer mom, etc.) was an animal, a fuck-animal. We had already had sex earlier in the day, but it slowed neither down. The way we were arranged on the bed, I would glance over at Gene. Once I gave him a grin, either teasing or reassuring.

  The lady of the night asked, “Do you see him fucking me? Look how long that dick is! He is balls deep up my cunt and I can’t stop moving, jerking him off.”

  When I was finished making Brad cum, I looked over and smiled. “Did you like it? I think you did. There is a puddle of cum in your hand. Bring it over here.”

  Husband thought wife would lick it or rub it on her tits.

  Instead I asked, “Don’t you want to mingle yours with ours? Take his dick in your cummy hand and rub it on Brad’s pole.”

  His hand got close and I grabbed his arm and finished the palm’s trip to the slackening dick.

  When he touched it, I saw it stiffen a bit.

  “Ooh,” I said. “It looks like both of my men are enjoying it.”

  I took the head of Gene’s dick between my thumb and forefinger and began to rub/pull on the underside.

  “Do this to Brad. I think he’ll like it.” He dare not refuse.

  I pulled Gene closer and took his whole flaccid but re-stiffening dick into my mouth. He lunged forward.

  “Do the same for Brad. After all, fair is fair.”

  May 15, 2015

  Dear Diary,

  I was with Brad only for a few weeks. On week one, we went out to dinner twice and I squired him around, sight-seeing all day Saturday. The next two weeks saw us together three afternoons: I tried to get home before Junior went to bed. Plus, Brad was here on business and that came first.

  Gene was good about it. Career-wise, no one on my team imagined me being who I was becoming. Soon, my progress would result in a promotion comparable to Gene’s.

  Two weeks into my affair, I upped the ante. “I will let you watch us again, maybe join sometime. However, if we want you to do something for us, don’t flinch.”

  I had a plan. I wanted 69 with me on the bottom, Brad fucking me from behind and Gene sucking my clit and sometimes sucking Brad’s dick.

  Gene had trouble getting accustomed to the taste of cum.

  I argued, “Gene. Most girls learn the taste of cum when they are in high school. What problem can you have with something guys expect of us girls?

  After that first time in 69 and him sucking Brad, I let Gene fuck me in front of Brad. Both of my men got off on the whole episode.

  I’d spent the night at Brad’s place twice. I was home on time, cooked dinner, did my homemaker duties and was gone by ten and back before sunrise.

  We slacked off, knowing his days in our town were numbered.

  May 20, 2015

  Dear Diary,

  Ladies give birth safely after forty if precautions are taken. One safeguard, thoug
h, I insist on chancing: vigorous sexual intercourse. Under normal circumstances, that would not be a problem with a moderately endowed spouse (just over six inches). However, my lovers are well endowed. I give Brad what he wants, when he wants it. Score one for the hotwife mentality.