The Curvy Hotwife Collection

by Harley Jane Meadows

  “C’mon in. Make yourself comfortable.”

  Michael poured himself a drink from the minibar, and took his seat. As always, he was seated in a chair facing the corner of the bed. We’d splurged again on a king sized bed. I liked room to roll around…

  I looked at Thomas, who hadn’t stepped into the suite proper. He stood in the little alcove where the wall safe, the closet, and the bathroom were all tucked away.

  I held out a hand. “Come in, Tom. It’s okay. I promise.”

  He stepped into the suite, and took my hand. Over drinks, we’d confirmed a few important things. Condoms were a must. He’d had a physical in the last six months and had no STDs. He wasn’t in a relationship, so there was no one else to confide in.

  “Michael’s going to be watching. If something doesn’t feel right, just say so. Otherwise, I’ll take the lead. Sound good?”

  Thomas nodded. My new Bull. I stroked his cheek. I pulled him into a kiss. Our lips met. He was warm to the touch. Our lips parted, and I tasted him properly. His kiss was sweet and hot, like the scotch he’d been sipping. I let out a soft moan. “Mmm.”

  I looked Tom in the eye. He was so sweet. So gentle. Was this going to work?

  He put his hands on my sides, running them softly up and down the fabric of my dress. He pulled me into another kiss, and squeezed me in his hands. “Mm! Tom!"

  I slipped my hands under his black jacket, and lightly scratched his back. He grunted. He slipped out of the jacket, and hugged me tight.

  Tom was barrel chested, and strong. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him… and vice versa. I broke off the kiss, and our embrace. “That’s more like it,” I breathed.

  I started unbuttoning his shirt. I liked seeing more of his skin, a light golden brown. I smelled hints of his cologne. Tom smelled good. I traced my hands over his chest, his stomach. He had a faded scar on his side. I inhaled a breath of surprise.

  “What happened?”

  He smiled. “Appendectomy. Happened years ago. Nothing sinister.”

  I blinked a few times, breaking into a blush. His skin felt good in my hands. “I had no idea,” I said.

  “Why would you?” he asked, taking off his shirt. “When else would you have seen me with my clothes off?”

  I shrugged, and showed him my back. “Do you mind?”

  I could feel his eyes on me, as he pulled the zipper down my back. The cool air tickled my skin, as the zipper went down. I shimmied out of the dress, and peeled off the silk camisole. I wore a black bra with white trim, and matching panties.

  I turned around, and looked at Tom, looking at me. He’d never seen me undressed, before. “God,” he whispered. “Chloe.” He put his hands on my belly. He slid them around my back, and I slipped into a kiss. I was hungry for him. My skin was tingling, breaking out in goose bumps. I put my hand on his back, keeping him pressed to me.

  He breathed my name. My skin, pressed to his, was a lovely aphrodisiac. I wanted more. I nibbled on his earlobe. “Take off your pants.”

  He nodded, and undid his belt. He unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them. Down they went. He’d kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his clothes, down to just his boxers.

  I turned around, and looked at Michael. My husband sat in the chair, lightly stroking himself through the fabric of his pants. He was getting hard, and seemed to be enjoying the sight of us, together. He nodded, encouraging me to go on.

  I turned back ‘round, facing Thomas. My friend… my lover. I put my hand on his belly, and moved it down, down, to his groin. There was a flap in the boxers, and I snuck my hand in between the folds. I found him there, growing hard.

  He took a sharp breath, when I touched him. “I wanna see you, Thomas,” I whispered. “Show me your cock.”

  He tugged down on his boxers, and I saw his penis for the first time. He was big. Not as long as Michael— not yet, anyway— but he had a thickness I could wrap my fingers around. I took him in my hand, and kissed his jaw. “Atta boy,” I whispered.

  I stroked his cock, and felt electrified. Once again, I had my hands on a new man’s skin. He was getting hard for me. I had my hands on his most intimate bits and my husband was watching me. If I wasn’t already tingling…

  “I want to show him,” I said, moving to Tom’s side.

  “What?”

  “I wanna show Michael what I do for you, hon. Show him how hard you’re getting.”

  Before he could resist, I moved out of the way, stepping behind Tom, stroking his cock from just behind him. He looked at Michael, watching us, and his dick leapt up in excitement. “Ohh—” he stammered.

  “That’s right, baby,” I cooed, kissing his shoulder. “Look how hard he gets. For me.” I kept stroking his shaft, getting him higher and harder, while my other hand lightly stroked his stomach, his chest. I let go of him, and Tom turned to me.

  I unfastened the clasp of my bra, and help my arms to my chest. The straps slipped off me, and I waited for Tom to make a move. I smiled with mischief, waiting…

  He took my left hand away in his right, and vice versa. The bra tumbled to the ground, and he looked at me, exposed. My nipples were fat and pink, small hard nubs in a sea of white. He ate me up with his eyes, before taking my breasts in his hands, and falling to his knees.

  Tom devoured me with kisses, arms wrapped around my ass, kissing my breasts over and over and over. He kissed my nipple, pressing it to his lips, teasing me with his teeth. I was getting wet.

  “Ohhh, Tom… ” I moaned. I lay back on the bed, and let him take me in. He ran his hands over my neck, my shoulders, down my arms, my wrists. He kissed my wrists tenderly, lifting my arm up, kissing the crook of my elbow. He kissed my collar bone, my chest, down, down between my breasts, before making a canopy of kisses across my belly. He worshipped me.

  He reached my hips, and the fabric of my panties. He stroked my hips as he took the fabric, and pulled my underwear off.

  I lifted my leg and reclined on the bed, letting him look at all of me. He was transfixed on my pussy: wet, and pink, and eager to be touched.

  I ran a hand across his wide chest, down his belly, to his cock. He was hard, and starting to drip his clear, sticky pre-cum. I teased his head, coating him in it. With my other hand, I tenderly stroked my lips, dabbing my fingers with my own wetness.

  “Well Tom, you’ve got me all to yourself… what are you gonna do with me?”

  For the longest time, Tom didn’t move. I couldn’t blame him, since I was stroking his cock at the moment, along with myself.

  Tom closed his eyes, savoring the moment, before going to his knees on the bed. He kissed my ankle, he stroked my calf, he squeezed my knee and kissed me there. He kissed my thigh, higher and higher, before he reached my glistening lips.

  He kissed my folds, before coaxing me open with his fingers, to lick my pussy. I moaned his name. I ran my fingers through his dirty blond hair.

  He pressed his tongue to my lips, and penetrated me with his hunger for me. He lapped at the walls of my pussy with an intensity I hadn’t felt before. My own bud was swelling for him, swelling and gaining heat. I felt the familiar trickling as warmth filled my hips like a basin full of excitement. Fuck yes.

  Tom kissed the hood of my clit, with such… lightness I felt like I was being wooed by the air itself. He kissed me, he kissed me. He embraced my bud with his tongue, sending delicious waves of electrified pleasure, lapping up my body.

  “Tom…” I whispered. “My Tommy… Come to me, baby.”

  I pulled him up to my chest. I hugged my arms to my sides, pushing my breasts together for Tommy to kiss, to worship, to savor. He buried his face in my white, warm flesh, and let out a primal groan of happiness. Fuck, but his attention on my skin felt good.

  I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head. Michael had put a condom packet on the bedspread, before returning to his chair. He’d unzipped his pants, and stood erect. He stroked himself slowly, not wanting to rush anything.

  I hugged T
ommy’s head to my chest, feeling his warmth. “Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me please,” I whispered.

  He rose up to his hands and knees, and found the condom waiting there. He tore open the packet, and slid the condom down around his swollen cock. It looked to be a tight fit, but it stayed intact. “Put it inside me, Tommy,” I moaned. “I want you inside me now.”

  He nudged my knees apart, and I lay back on the bed in scrumptious anticipation. He took my thighs in his hands, and lifted me up, bringing my waiting sex to his cock, hard and standing at attention. He rubbed his cock against my lips, teasing me. Teasing me. I groaned in mock frustration.

  He pressed his head into my folds, and crashed on top of me. He pushed into me with such strength, and weight, I thought I would be anchored to the bed.

  On his hands and knees, he scooped his hand underneath me, and lifted my ass off the bed, and he slid deeper still. He drove his cock into me, and I cried out. “OhHHhh!!”

  He began to pump into me, slowly at first, getting a feeling for how well I fit around him. He had his eyes shut in deep concentration, pushing his cock into me again and again.

  It felt like three glasses of champagne, drunk in a hurry. I was dizzy in his arms, dizzy but excited, and laughing. His thick shaft, pushing between my legs, over and over, pounding into me with greater and greater strength.

  I grabbed onto his shoulders, and shut my eyes, giving myself over to nothing but sensation. My friend, my Bull, pouring himself into my pussy, over and over. It was…

  I moaned. I moaned his name. “Tommmyyyyyyy…” I managed. He opened his eyes, dizzy with concentration. “I want you under me, boy,” I giggled.

  He nodded, and left me. He rolled over onto his back, and I pinned him in place. I stroked his cock a few times, keeping him hard. “You’re doing so good, Tommy,” I whispered. “You’re making me feel so good… I want more of you. I want all of you.”

  I crawled on top of him, and directed his cock up, up, into my sex. I ground down on him, my sensitive, swollen clit just atop his hard strength, and I started to ride.

  I rode him, my thick Bull, like that. Grinding myself against his hardness, again and again. I was getting close. The basin inside me was almost full of that simmering heat.

  He reached up and squeezed my tit in his hand, pulling me down to bury his face in my flesh. I gave him my breast, and he pushed himself up into me again, deep and hard.

  I cried out. “Ffffffuhhhhh! Tommy!!” He sat up, and I wrapped my arms around his head, pressing him to my tits. I sat on top of him, slamming down again and again around his beautiful—

  Thick—

  Cock. I burst. I screamed, as every muscle in my core squeezed tight onto Tommy’s shaft inside me. It burst loose in a rush of orgasmic bliss that spilled up my entire body, coating my brain in heaven.

  I kept riding him. I kept riding him. I had found a rhythm with Tommy inside me, and he showed no signs of stopping.

  I opened my eyes, and blinked through the tears and sweat to find Michael, stroking himself to completion. White gobs of cum spilled from his cock, and he screamed. More pearly white slick erupted from him, and he shouted again.

  Seeing my husband cum, knowing it was for me… I fell. I rode that happy sensation, and kept on. I had found a… plateau. A warm, safe place of ongoing pleasure in Tommy’s arms. With his cock inside me…

  “Tommy,” I breathed. “Tommy dear. Are you close?”

  He looked up at me, with sweat and a smile on his face. “Nnnnoo. But I could be.”

  I stroked his face, and whispered in his ear. “You go… right on, baby. You… go right on fucking me.”

  It felt unreal. I had climaxed— I had reached something different— and Tommy was still going. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he groaned.

  “You like that?” I asked, tugging harder on his hair. He nodded, and twitched inside me. “Tommy, my Tommy…”

  I pulled back on his hair, pulling his face up, forcing him to look deep into my eyes. “Tommy, my Tommy. You’ve been so very good to me… and I—”

  I pulled back on his head. The grin on his face intensified, and he bucked inside me again. “Am going to make you…”

  I pulled hard on him again. I whispered deathly close in his ear. “Come for me.”

  I scratched lines down his scalp, and Tommy arched his back. His hips shot up, and he shut his eyes as he came.

  “Come inside me, darling. That’s right,” I breathed. “Come inside your Chloe.”

  He lost all self control, then. His fists slammed down on the mattress as he bucked inside me, filling me up with his cum. He screamed. He screamed my name.

  I felt like a soap bubble that had burst and gone everywhere in one delicious *pop* as Tom slowly sagged down, down onto the bed. All his strength had left him in one go.

  I pinched his shaft in my fingers, making sure the condom stayed on him, as I slipped free of him. I rested my thigh atop his, and stroked his chest. I was still coming down from it. It was scrumptious…

  “Oh, jesus,” I moaned, collapsing against him in exhaustion.

  After cleaning himself up, Michael stripped down and slipped into bed behind me, naked.

  Tom had gotten up exactly once, to remove the condom and relieve himself, before coming back to bed.

  He kissed me tenderly, stroking my face, and fell asleep in my arms. That was a first.

  I nestled him close. His breath on my skin, Michael’s hand around my waist. Between my boys.

  I drifted off, content.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The Curvy Hotwife's Christmas

  I strolled down the sidewalk, arm in arm with my husband, Michael. The year had been rough in a lot of ways, but had managed to be really terrific, too. At least, for the two of us.

  We’d started playing with cuckolding— sleeping with another man, while my husband watched. It was crazy how much I enjoyed it… but also how much it helped me appreciate what I had with Michael. It was hard to believe that Christmas was only a week away…

  My husband slowed down our walk. “Chloe?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I got you a surprise for Christmas. But there’s a problem.”

  I stopped us both in our walk, and turned to him. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a surprise. Unfortunately, it’s ready today, instead of next week.”

  “What kind of surprise?”

  Michael grinned. “The kind that can be waiting in our hotel room in half an hour.”

  “Today? Now?”

  He nodded. “If you’re up for it.”

  I gave him a look. “Of course I’m up for it! Who is it?”

  He wouldn’t give me a straight answer. Instead, I got a coy smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  ~~~

  We go to the hotel, where Michael’s gotten us our usual suite— one with a king sized bed. I have butterflies in my stomach… I used to hate being shocked as a kid, but in Michael’s company, I’ve learned to like surprises.

  We get up to the room. The shower is already running. I looked at my husband. “He’s here already?”

  Michael just shrugged, and went to put his chair at the far corner of the bed. He liked to watch, and I encouraged him to do so.

  The butterflies were in full force, now. I went to the bed, and sat down. The anticipation was killing me. The running water stopped. Slow seconds ached by.

  Then, the door opened, and a tall, strong, black man stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.

  “Victor?!” I leapt off the bed. Victor was an acquaintance of ours that we met at the local sauna, a hot spot (sorry) for people to mingle and find… playmates. We’d met him there several times, but he’d always been occupied with other people. Now… he was standing in the bathroom doorway. Hot. Spotless. And all mine.

  Victor stepped into the suite proper. “Merry Christmas, Chloe. I hope you don’t mind I’m not gift-wrapped.”

  I laughed, and went to him. “
We’ll see what we can do about that, Mister! How long have you two been planning this?”

  The boys traded a look. “Not long.”

  Michael stood up and joined us in the archway. “I wanted to do something special for us, for Christmas. I reached out to Victor, and he said he’d be more than happy to help us out.”

  Victor nodded in agreement. “Oh sure. I’d have to be blind, not to want to volunteer for some time with you.”

  I blushed. I had never been skinny. Getting positive attention from men like Victor only made me blush harder.

  He looked to Michael. “May I?”

  Michael nodded. With that, Victor bent at the waist and kissed my knuckles.

  “Chloe… Would you do me the honor of joining me on the bed, for Christmas?”

  I almost giggled, and nodded my head. “Yes. I’d love to.”

  Fresh out of the shower, Victor smelled amazing. He’t put on a hint of cologne, but his own personal scent was just as good. His black hair was cropped very short. His skin was a few shades lighter than piping hot espresso.

  I traced my fingers lightly up his forearms, up his biceps. They were dense and thick. Victor was a banker by trade, but out of his clothes he looked more like a professional boxer. I got distracted by his arms. I liked strong arms…

  He stepped closer. “Go on, Chloe. You can touch me. I’m all yours, today.”

  My hands had gone to his chest. His pecs were every bit as firm and dense as his biceps. I was getting warm, being so close to him. Touching him. He smelled so good.

  I stroked his face, and locked my eyes with his. They were dark brown, and so deep I could get lost in them. Ouuff.

  I kissed him. I kissed him. Our lips parted, and he tasted of mint and a splash of… gin? He was scrumptious and I could have eaten him right up. I nibbled on his bottom lip, and kissed him more deeply. He let out a slow hard breath, and groaned. I found his shoulders and squeezed. “You’re not going anywhere.”