The Curvy Hotwife Collection

by Harley Jane Meadows

  He shook his head. “I don’t want to, girl.”

  I unwrapped my pink wool scarf, and tossed it in the general direction of the doorway. I was in a thick grey turtleneck and jeans, along with some good black boots. If I’d known what today was going to turn into, I’d have worn something sexier, but as it was, I felt plenty hot.

  Victor put his hands on either side of my belly, and held me. His hands were strong, firm, and gentle. He kissed my cheek, nibbled on my earlobe. I took the initiative, and grabbed the waist of my turtleneck, pulling it up and off.

  Underneath, I had on a pink cotton bra. His hands returned to my stomach. My skin was cool, from being outside, while he was warm and soft from the shower.

  He got down on one knee, then both. He kissed my stomach. He carpeted my belly with kisses. I started to drift off a little, before I realized he’d knelt down so he could unbutton my jeans.

  I kicked off my boots, and Victor got close enough again to unzip me. He looked up my body, smiling at me, his wide hands on my thighs. He coaxed my jeans off my hips, and down they went. I was warmer, now. I was definitely warmer.

  Victor kissed my thighs. He took them in his hands, and pecked them lightly, first one, then the other. He even kissed my knees. He stroked the back of my knees, and it sent a ribbon of tingling up my legs, to my groin. What was he doing?

  I felt warm, between my thighs. My hand slipped down over my stomach, and lightly teased my folds. I was starting to feel wet. Ohhh, please yes.

  Victor rose up, one hand keeping his towel tucked in. He kissed my belly again, then higher, then higher. He kissed my breast, my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. “I want you so much, Chloe. You’ve got no idea.”

  I closed my eyes, and pressed my body to his. “Don’t I?”

  I gave his towel a tug, and it tumbled to the floor. Victor’s cock has thick, and had the slightest curve to his length. I looked down at him, pressed against me, and I took his shaft in my hand. He was so warm…

  “Oh, Victor. My beautiful man. You’re gorgeous.”

  His hands went to my breasts, massaging me, slipping the shoulder straps of my bra, down off my shoulders. “I wanna see more of you too, Chloe.

  I nodded, and gave him my back. He undid the clasp, and the fabric spilled down my back. I turned around, holding the cups to my chest. He was transfixed on my chest. “Do you want this? Hm? Do you want to see me?”

  He nodded. “I do. I really do.”

  The bra slipped off my breasts with the slightest tug, now. I casually flung it over my shoulder, and turned my attention back to Victor.

  His hands rose up and cupped my wide, thick tits. He lifted me up in his hands and squeezed me, fondled me. He tilted into me and kissed them. My heart was pounding, now.

  Yes. Touch me. Squeeze me. My hand went to his cock and stroked him. He was almost completely rigid, now, and getting harder. “Chloe. Oh, god. You’re beautiful.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed, and Victor followed me, kneeling down. He put his lips around my nipple and kissed me, nibbled at me, suckled me. I took in a sharp breath. I loved to have my nipples played with… had Michael coached him?

  I opened my eyes, half-dizzy, and smiled at Michael. “Are you enjoying this, darling?”

  He nodded.

  “Show me. Will you?”

  Michael rose up. He was hard, and his erection was standing up, beneath his pants. He unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants.

  “No, baby. Slower. Do it slower.”

  He nodded, and took his time. He pulled down his zipper, one bit at a time. Below that, his boxers were strained against his erection, and there was a spot of pre-cum seeping through the fabric. He was so turned on. God, I loved having this effect on him. Him and Victor…

  Victor hadn’t taken his attention off my chest. He worshipped my breasts, and I stroked his cock, nice and slow.

  “Take it out, Michael. Do it for me.”

  My husband slowly peeled down the waistband of his boxers. His cock was a blushing pink, and his head was slick with pre-cum.

  I gave him a ‘come hither’ gesture. He stepped out of his pants, and joined us at the bed. I had Victor stand, and I faced both my men, sitting down. I took Michael’s cock in my right hand, slippery and hard. Victor’s shaft filled my left hand and then some.

  I stroked them both, my loving glances shifting from one to the other.

  “Oh, my boys. My good boys.”

  I kissed Michael’s shaft, licked my way towards his head. I stopped, and turned to Victor. He was hard as oak, now, and wet with pre-cum, too.

  I released Michael, and put my hands on both sides of Victor’s cock. I looked up at him, and kissed the tip of his head. He almost bucked in my hands. I smiled, and took him in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his tip, and moaned for him. God, I was wet now.

  He splashed another drop of pre-cum on my tongue. I swirled my tongue ‘round his head, while I stroked him. I felt his girth on my tongue as I went on. I took his balls in my hand, and gave them a light squeeze. He liked that, and groaned.

  I released him, and turned to Michael. I pressed my tits together, and caressed his cock with my skin. Michael moaned loudly, and his knees twitched. He was close.

  “Go sit down, darling, before you fall down.”

  I fell back onto the bed. Victor didn’t wait. He gripped my panties, and pulled them down. A cool chill teased my pussy, and a moment’s hesitation. Here I was, exposed. Raw. Just imperfect Chloe. How would he take it, seeing me like this?

  Victor stared down at my body, towering over me. My skin felt hot. I tried not to hesitate. I lifted my knee, and turned my leg out. I was almost dripping wet, now.

  “Well, Victor?” I asked, keeping the tremble out of my voice. “Like what you see?”

  Victor growled as he pounced on me. Ohh! I crawled up the bed in surprise, and he followed me. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my arm; all the while, caressing me, fondling me. His cock was hard and wet, touching my leg.

  He reached my belly, and kissed his way down me once more, before stopping, just above my pussy. He stopped. He stopped.

  I squirmed, longing to be touched. To be filled. This was torture.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked, positively writhing.

  Victor lifted his head and smiled at me. “That’s anticipation, what you’re feeling. I’ve been feeling it ever since Michael asked me here.”

  Without another word, he kissed my wet lips. I cried out. My lips were swollen, and hot. He kissed me, he coaxed me. He gingerly traced a finger up my wet pink crease, and I was electrified. He brushed my hot, damp entry with his thumb. Soft, easy strokes. I wanted to scream. He kissed my lips. He moaned for me and penetrated me with his thumb. He pushed into me, and kissed my clit when he did. I pressed my hips into him, I couldn’t help it.

  I ground my hips against the pressure of his touch, and kept grinding. I wasn’t in control anymore, my body had a mind of its own. He stroked my walls with his thumb, kissing my clit, exploring my pussy with his tongue. Oh god.

  Oh god.

  “Don’t you stop,” I groaned. “Don’t you dare stop.” He moaned happily for me, and nodded his head, still kissing me.

  He pressed his thumb inside me, and I went tight around him. My body clutched him tight, and I screamed. He lifted his head as I came.

  I squirted then, splashing fluid onto the bed, and his hand. I couldn’t help myself. It felt too good. My heart was a jackhammer, now. I tapped his shoulder, bidding him to come up to me.

  “Condom,” I breathed, dizzy. “Now. I need you. Fuck me, Victor. Fuck me please.”

  He’d left a ribbon of condom packets on the night stand, and tore one free.

  He slipped the protection down, down his shaft, and crawled between my legs. “Yes. Yes, Victor. Fuck me now.”

  He guided his tip between my wet folds, and pushed inside me. I screamed his name. He slid deeper inside me; I felt I would burst. I had to.


  He filled me up, and I grunted an almost primal noise. His chest brushed my own. I wrapped my arms around him, and my legs around his. “Fuck me, Victor. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  He slid into me again, and again, finding our rhythm. I made a tiny adjustment of my hips, and he groaned my name. “Chlooooeee, yes. That’s…”

  He lost his words, and so did I.

  He rose and fell in me, rose and fell. I took every bit of his hunger, every inch of his strength, as he pushed into me again and again.

  He pushed himself up onto his arms, and continued pumping his cock in me, in and out. I put my thighs up on his hips, and closed my eyes. Oh, god. Fill me up. Fill me up. Fiiiiillllll me up…

  I opened my eyes, to see Victor in a daze, above me. I reached up and stroked his face. “Are you all right?”

  He nodded before he opened his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Are you okay?”

  I nodded, riding the happy sensations tickling through me.

  “Can we… can we… change it up a bit?”

  He nodded, and slowed to a stop. “What’d you have in mind?”

  I sat Victor on the edge of the bed, so his feet touched the floor. I straddled him. He was so hot to the touch. Victor held his cock as I lowered myself down onto him.

  Ffffffffuck. Ohh, yes. “Yes, Victor. MmmmMMMmn. Just there. Just… be in me for a bit. Ohhh, that’s wonderful.”

  I began to ride him, slowly. Every which way I moved, there he was, inside of me. He put his face to my breast. I cradled his head. “You have me, Victor. You can have whatever you want.”

  He twitched inside me, hearing that. “Is that what you want? You can be my good boy…”

  Victor bent his head to my nipple, and suckled me. “That’s it… That’s my boy. MMmmmn, that feels good. You are my… good… boy…”

  I stroked his head, and rode him slowly. He squeezed me tight in his arms. It was heaven.

  I kissed his forehead. “What does my good boy want? Huh? What do you want, Victor?”

  He swirled his tongue ‘round my nipple, fat and pink. Fuck, did it feel good. I started to ride him a little faster.

  “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes.” I rode him faster. I took his face in my hands, and kissed him.

  “AhhHHHHaah, Victor… I want you. I do. I’m so glad you’re inside me, baby. Tell Chloe what you want, and you can have it.”

  He gasped, and made a primal sound. His cock almost leapt inside me. He liked being talked to…

  “That’s my boy,” I said, squeezing him inside me. “That’s my boy. You’re doing so good. You can have what you want… mmnmmnnnn.”

  I pressed my forehead to his, and kept riding him. He was hot in my arms.

  “Help me first, though. Can you?” He looked up at me. “Victor, I want you to help me come. Help me do that, won’t you?”

  He nodded, and let me push him flat back onto the bed. I stayed upright, writhing against him, grinding my hips against his, before lowering myself down. I was close. I was full, this… great bowl of heat and bliss was inside me, just waiting to be tipped over. Oh, I wanted to spill. I wanted to spill…

  “Victor baby, that’s it. That’s… ohhhhh, yes. Move yourself just a— aaaahAAAAhhhh, Victor, Victor, Victor, Victor, I’m—”

  I let go. The tension and pleasure building up inside me burst, and spilled up my insides. I cooed, and sighed, and lost myself in a great black wave of nothing that swept me off my feet. I came.

  Gravity came back, and I was still on top of Victor, hot, and almost hypnotized.

  He reached up for my breasts, and I gave them to him. I lowered my self over him. “I’m right here, Victor. I’m right here. That’s wonderful, baby. Can you… can you… can you come for me?”

  Victor shouted, and pressed his head down, down into the mattress. He went rigid from head to toe, and almost lifted me off the bed. He screamed then, as he came. I could feel him buck between my hips, twitching as he filled me with his cum. He groaned, he moaned, he slowly sagged back down to earth.

  He collapsed, spent, on the bed. I propped myself up on his shoulders, and watched Michael come, spilling pearly white over his hand.

  I lifted myself up off Victor, making sure the condom stayed with him.

  I lay like that, spent and satisfied. Michael rose, stripped down to nothing, and lay down beside me on the bed.

  “Are you happy, Chloe? Did you get what you wanted for Christmas?”

  I pulled him close, and kissed him. I pressed my forehead to his.

  “Don’t be silly, Michael. I already have my present.”

  He gave me a confused look, so I kissed him again.

  “All I want for Christmas, is you.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  FREE BONUS: The Billionaire's Curvy Breeder

  Jack stepped closer. He loosened his tie. He looked at me with bedroom eyes, and his voice was soft, when he spoke. “How do you want to do this?” he asked. Hooouf. I don’t know if it was a Jedi mind trick, but the boy had an effect. I blushed.

  “Um, can you… take a shower, first? I’ll… make myself comfortable.”

  He nodded. “Of course.” He gave me a peck on the cheek. Sparks.

  While Jack was in the shower, I slipped out of my skirt, and started unbuttoning my shirt. I peeled off my stockings, and went to the bed.

  I wore matching deep red bra and panties. I had a sneaking suspicion they’d want to start right away. I’m glad I was prepared!

  I… I didn’t know what to do with myself. I kneeled and sat on the bed, my shirt loose but still on.

  The shower turned off. Jack stepped out of the bathroom, in a towel. Oh god.

  He looked good. He looked really good. He had a long torso. His pecs were strong, but not over-packed. This was a guy who worked out, but not obsessively. His arms were strong too. He looked… perfect. I felt warm, between my hips. No problem with attraction…

  “Wow,” was about all I could manage. Jack ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed a small towel and dried his hair, before coming to the bed.

  “You look pretty good yourself,” he said. He started to tug at the towel around his waist, but I stopped him.

  “Wait? Please? I just… I wanna take this in.”

  He nodded. I was up on my knees, at the edge of the bed, so we could be eye to eye. I put my hand on his jaw, holding him softly. It was so weird to be going to bed with a man I hadn’t even kissed, yet. Time to fix that.

  I kissed him softly on the lips. He responded with a small ‘mm’ and returned it. Our lips parted, and our tongues met. He tasted of mint— thoughtful boy. His kiss was like the rest of him. Confident, but respectful. He didn’t try to push his tongue down my throat or anything. Still. An excellent opener.

  I broke the kiss to look him in the eye. “I think I can work with this,” I said with a chuckle. I put my hands on his hips, taking him in. Ouff. He was firm, strong. Warm in my hands. He looked down at my neck, my chest, my belly, my hips, my thighs… back up to look me in the eye.

  “God,” he said. “I can’t believe it.”

  “What?”

  He kissed my neck. “I was so hoping you would be the one. I have to admit… I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” He took my shirt by the lapels, and pushed it back. It slipped off me, exposing my shoulders to the cool air. I had goosebumps.

  “Stop talking,” I said. I kissed him. I kissed him. “Touch me.”

  He put his hands on my sides, and with a bit of encouragement, squeezed me. Yes. That was what I wanted. Please, just hold me. Show me that you want me.

  He bent his head to my chest, and slipped the straps off my shoulders. I had a large chest; Jack took his time. He kissed my skin, again and again. He pressed his face to my chest and let out a great sigh. “God.”

  I reached my hands behind my back and undid the clasp. The bra spilled off my chest. Jack moaned when he saw my nipples for the first time. “Oh, yes,” he growled.

  He kissed my breasts, w
orshipping them with his tongue, his lips. He took my nipple between his lips and suckled at me. It made my skin sing, it felt so good. I moaned; a soft, rising noise. He nibbled at my skin, before planting his hands on my sides, and squeezing me hungrily.

  Fuck. Oh, hell. Yes. Yes, handle me. Show me that you want me. Take me in your hands…

  He knelt down before the bed, kissing my stomach. He kissed his way ‘round it, before lowering himself to my thighs, planting kisses there, too.

  I ran my hand down his back, and raked him up with light scratches.

  “Take these off,” he pleaded. “I want you. I want to taste you, Denise…”

  I swung my legs out, laid back, and lifted my hips off the bed. He rose up and took my panties by the waistband and slipped them off me.

  I lay there, naked, completely exposed before my boss’s husband. Was I… pleasing to him? Did he still want me, now that he saw me completely? Was I still desirable to him?

  He looked down on me, eating me up with his eyes. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, before coming to the bed. He kissed my neck, my jaw, my cheek. He nibbled on my earlobe. “I’m going to make you so happy,” he whispered, “when I put a baby inside you.”

  I moaned. His hand squeezed and massaged my breast. I took his hand, and slid it down, over my stomach. He took my belly in his hand, caressing me. OhhHhhhhh, Jack…

  His hand continued down, down between my legs, finding my folds. I was wet, I was hot. I was slick with need…

  He traced my crease up and down with his fingers. I didn’t wait. I put my hand on his and pulled him closer. His fingers slid between my lips. I cried out.

  “Ohhh!!” I opened my eyes, locking with his. “You feel so good inside me, Jack,” I moaned. “Deeper. Deeper! I want more!”

  He nodded, and moved down the bed to have a better angle, before sliding his fingers deeper inside me. My walls tightened around his fingers, gentle and strong. God, I was wet!

  He kissed my lips. He withdrew his fingers, and gently, gently pulled open my folds, exposing my red, warm lips. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, showering me with kisses, before he penetrated me with his tongue.