by Bart Tracer
As she writhed on him, I saw Scott suddenly stiffen and, with a sharp grunt, he threw his head back and came inside her. When the throes of orgasm began to subside, Scott released her ponytail, allowing her to slide, spent, to the comforter. He rocked back from her and sat down at the head of the bed to catch his breath.
“My turn!” Jamaal smiled. He reached for Jenny’s leg and spun her around so that her ass was facing him, then rolled her over onto her back. She looked dazed, still panting from the intensity of what Scott had just done to her. But Jamaal had no intention of letting her catch her breath.
As he moved between her thighs, he laid his black cock down on her belly, showing her and me how far his cock would reach inside her. God! It was unbelievable! The thick head came clear to her belly button. How in the world could any woman ever take such a cock? It would never fit!
Without warning, he turned to me and smiled, “You sure you want this big thing up inside your pretty white wife, dude?”
I swallowed, my face flushing with embarrassment at his sudden inclusion of me. “Y…yes,” I stammered. “I… I want you to fuck her!”
He turned his head back to her trembling form and asked, “You hear that, baby? Your old man thinks you need this black cock in you. He wants to see me fuck you. What do you think?”
Jenny’s response came out as a long, low moan. “Pleaaaase! Yeeeessss! Oh God, pleaaase!” Her head nodded rapidly, desperately, her green eyes staring back at him, wide and bright, burning with desire.
Jamaal smiled and took his cock in hand. He slowly rubbed the purple head back and forth across her opening. Fuck! His cock was so big that the head alone covered her entire pussy!
He allowed half the head to dip into her creamy folds, then abruptly pulled back and moved up to paint his pre-cum across her engorged clitoris. Jenny whimpered beneath him in protest and rolled her pelvis at him, trying to capture his cock in her aching pussy.
“Shhh, baby girl!” he grinned, his voice low and resonant. “Go slow. Just lay back and wait for it. Let ole Jamaal take care of you.”
He rubbed his cock all around her weeping slit, pressing inside her a little more every once in a while, opening her up for his enormous size. As I watched the first couple of inches move in and out of her, I saw a thin line of Scott’s semen tickle out of her, running down between her quivering butt cheeks. Jamaal seemed unbothered by the fact that he was wetting his cock in his friend’s semen. He just continued to probe my wife’s opening bit by bit, never hurrying, letting her get used to his size.
Watching him as he slowly and methodically worked more and more of his cock into Jenny’s pussy, I suddenly realized why he had wanted Scott to go first. Scott’s smaller cock had stretched her open, allowing his ebony monster to slip inside. The semen that now lubricated her pussy made it even easier for her to take him. Even so, Jenny’s pussy was stretched so tightly around his invading shaft that I honestly worried he would tear her. But, she made no protest, moaning softly and wriggling beneath him as he forced more and more of his trunk-like cock up her tight hole.
It took him a good ten minutes to get all of his cock inside her, and when his balls kissed her ass, he paused, letting his cock soak in the scalding heat of her married pussy. He waited for her to adjust to him, waited until she began to squirm in protest, then asked her with a smile, “You ready, Jenny? You want me to fuck you with this black cock while your hubby watches?”
Her head turned on the mattress and she looked at me, her familiar green eyes burning with an unholy light. She smiled sweetly, then rose up on her elbows and kissed Jamaal’s dark lips. “Yes. Oh fuck, yes! I…I’m ready. Fuck me, Jamaal. Show him how you fuck me with that big, beautiful black cock of yours!” Her voice was hoarse and breathless, oozing sensuality.
I closed my eyes and pressed against my boner through my pants. Fuck, I wanted to play with my cock! But with the guys watching… that would have been too weird. No. I needed to maintain at least some semblance of dignity. Hell, they probably already thought I was a weirdo for wanting to watch them fuck my wife. Jerking off in front of them would pretty much confirm that!
“Yes ma’am!” he laughed. He wrapped his hands beneath her knees and raised her legs on either side of them, then slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside my wife. He paused for a split second and then pressed forward once more, slowly sheathing his length inside her wet tunnel.
Jenny went wild, writhing and sobbing beneath her dark-skinned lover. I saw her tense and shudder as his girth stretched her tight pussy. Fuck! It honestly looked like she was about to orgasm already! “Aaaaagh!” she moaned, throwing her head back into the covers.
He pulled back again, clasping her pale long legs. Her heels trembled in the air above him. Then, slowly, tortuously, he pushed his beautiful cock back into my wife. She groaned, her voice deep and quavering. Then Jamaal pulled out once more and thrust quickly into her molten depths.
A dozen times, he sawed in and out of her clutching snatch, picking up speed with each thrust. Jenny mewled incoherently, driven over the precipice by the friction and the speed of his fucking.
“Aaaaagh! Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, her shrill voice raising the roof as she came even harder than she had before. She arched her back until only her ass and the top of her head were touching the bed and came ferociously, wailing and convulsing on Jamaal’s ebony shaft with her pointy little tits thrust skyward. Her pink nipples were as hard as bullets.
“Oh man, that’s hot!” Scott’s voice came from the side. I glanced up to see him standing next to the bed now, leisurely stroking his cock as he watched Jamaal pleasure my wife. I’d almost forgotten him, so intent was I on watching the erotic spectacle of Jenny taking this enormous black cock.
“Yeah,” I nodded. Fuck it, I said to myself. I can’t take it anymore. I no longer cared if the guys saw my cock, no longer cared if I squirted all over myself. I needed to touch myself! I unbuttoned my pants and took my cock out, carefully stroking myself as I watched my wife come down from her earthshattering orgasm.
Pulling out of her, Jamaal took Jenny’s limp form in his arms and rolled her over, crawling onto the bed with her. His strong hands grasped her waist and pulled her up to her hands and knees, facing Scott. “Help him out,” he growled, nodding at Scott as he plunged his cock back into her pussy.
Without hesitation, Jenny engulfed the erect member before her, tasting her juices on his iron-hard shaft. I groaned to see how little it bothered her.
Jenny pulled Scott’s cock out of her mouth, jacking him quickly with her hand while Jamaal slid in and out of her pussy, and turned her blazing green eyes to where I sat stroking my painfully erect cock. “Is this what you wanted to see, baby? Mmmph! Do you like watching them… aah… watching them fuck me? Making me their little slut?”
“Yes!” I groaned. “Oh God, yes, Jenny! I love it!” And I did. This was one of those rare cases where reality is even better than fantasy. All of my late-night spank sessions, thinking about Jennifer in the arms of another man paled in comparison with the sight of her impaled on Jamaal’s monster cock.
“Good! Aaaagh! Sooo glad!” Her eyes rolled back as Jamaal bottomed out. “Because something tells me…mmmm… this is going to be a very interesting vacation!” She grinned and winked at me, then returned to her blowjob.
While she sucked, Jamaal began to fuck her in earnest. He drove into her with long, powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as his groin crashed into her round little ass each time he slammed home. The force of his thrusts drove her mouth down onto Scott’s cock until his pubic hair tickled her nose.
In contrast to Scott, Jamaal was a cocksmith of the first order. He knew just when to slow down and just when to speed up, when to pause and let my wife catch her breath and when to power through her protests and drive her to the brink of erotic insanity. He was a truly gifted lover, and not just in size. Many times, I had seen my wife create a masterp
iece with paint and a brush. Jamaal did the same with his dick.
With his big black hands encircling her tiny waist, Jamaal used my wife’s body relentlessly, ripping two massive orgasms from her without ever stopping to let her rest. Just as the second one hit, Scott threw his head back and filled her mouth with his seed. I had to release my own cock as I watched her unflinchingly take his cum. One more touch, and I too would’ve lost it. I gripped the chair arms and tried not to blow my load.
Jamaal continued to fuck her when Scott staggered away on weak knees. “C’mon man!” he gestured to me. “Let her have yours too!”
I blinked at him, surprised by his words. Somewhere along the way, this evening had become about me watching, not participating. But I had to admit, the thought of a blowjob from the gorgeous, wonderful, hot, little slut that my wife had suddenly turned into was more than I could resist. I pushed myself up from the chair, biting back a grin, and eagerly took Scott’s place next to the bed, offering Jenny my hard cock.
Her eyes met mine and a wicked smile curled the corners of her mouth as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the throbbing head of my cock. She held my eyes and her lips blossomed around my cock, welcoming me into the insane warmth of her mouth. Her hand came up to cup my swollen balls and she hummed around my erection. She bobbed on me five times, then six, swallowing my cock to the root and suddenly as she withdrew, I felt a warm wetness ooze down my shaft and, puzzled, I looked down to see a flood of cum spilling from her lips to run down my cock.
Was I so excited that I was cumming without knowing it? What the…? Jenny rose from my cock, still staring into my eyes and gave me the sweetest smile as she started to jack me, using the cum as lube. Then it hit me. This was Scott’s cum! She hadn’t swallowed it earlier. She had held it in her mouth and then spat it down my cock just now! Oh fuck! What a nasty, filthy little slut! I came immediately.
I came more than I had ever cum in my life! Looking into my beautiful wife’s wide, green eyes, I grunted and began to spurt bolt after bolt of hot jism all over her chest, coating her little tits with my semen. On and on I came, groaning with the white-hot pleasure of the streams of semen that rocketed from my jerking, spitting cock. In the midst of my orgasm, while the world spun in a red haze around me, I heard Jamaal moan, too, and realized that he was firing his own sperm deep into her. The thought caused my balls to seize up tightly and I shot even more cum onto my wife’s pale skin.
When I was finished at last, I slid to the floor and leaned back against the wall, too spent to move. My eyes caught Scott, pulling on his pants next to the door, then returned to the bed, where Jenny and Jamaal lay panting in the ruined sheets. I watched him nuzzle the back of her neck, kissing her ear before sliding off her sweaty back to lie next to her for a moment.
Once he had caught his breath, Jamaal rose from the bed and quickly gathered his own clothes, dressing in relative silence, with the occasional sheepish grin in my direction. It was strange to see this transformation in him. A moment ago, he was a dominant sexual dynamo, and now he was acting like the 20-year-old kid he was.
Both he and Scott were awkward and nervous, eager to leave, almost like they were afraid I was about to come to my senses, realize that they had just fucked my wife, and murder them both. I did my best to make small talk and put them at ease as I walked them out, but in the end, they shook my hand and hurried out the door, leaving me alone with my wife.
Not that I was sad to see them go. I wasn’t mad at them or anything. After all, watching my wife fuck another guy had been a fantasy of mine for as long as I could remember. But now that it had happened, I just wanted to be alone with my wife. I needed a little time to process it all. I don’t know if you can identify, but watching your wife take a strange dick, or in my case two, is something that takes a minute to wrap your head around!
Once they were gone, I put the chain on the door and headed back to the bedroom.
Chapter 10
The air reeked of sex when I walked back into the bedroom. “Hi, sweetie!” Jenny murmured, smiling dreamily at me. She was still lying naked in the tangled sheets, still wearing her heels, drifting in that happy, post-coital state of warmth and contentment. She held out her hand to me.
I unbuttoned my shirt as I crossed the room, dropping it on the floor. Then, I stripped off my pants and underwear and joined her on the bed.
My wife was a mess. Her neck and chest were covered in a mixture of Scott’s and my semen and, lower down, Jamaal’s deposit was leaking from her still-swollen labia. I stared at her used pussy and felt a little tremor of excitement course through me when a particularly large dollop of cum oozed out of her and lazily slid down her thigh. My cock began to rise again.
She rolled over onto her side to face me, her hand coming up to caress my cheek. Her fingers softly stroked my skin while she stared into my eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked softly. “Are we okay?”
“Yes. We’re fine. Did you have fun?”
Her face broke into a broad grin. “Oh, hell yes! It was amazing! What about you? Was it what you wanted? Did it live up to your expectations?”
“And then some!” I chuckled. “You were amazing! I can’t believe how hot it was, watching you with them!”
“It was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”
I pulled her close to me and we snuggled for a moment. Her skin was sticky against mine and her breath smelled of cum, but I didn’t care. I loved her. And I loved what we had done.
I rolled her onto her back and mounted her immediately. It was like sticking my cock into a vat of warm syrup. She gasped, her hands shooting to my ass and pulling me deeper. I began to slowly move in and out of her sloppy pussy, relishing the gooey looseness I had fantasized about for so long.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” she hissed.
“Oh shit, Jen! He really did a number on you!”
“God, I know, baby! It feels so different with you now!”
“Different how?” I asked, my voice scarcely more than a tense whisper. I knew what she meant. I could feel it too. But I wanted to hear her say the words!
“He stretched me so much,” she moaned grinding her pelvis up at me, “I can barely feel you now! But somehow, that makes it even hotter!”
With those words burning in my brain, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I sped up my pace. Now my thrusts were accompanied by an eerily erotic sloshing sound as I sawed in and out of her soggy pussy. It was the nastiest sex we had ever had. And it was amazing!
“So, what did you mean earlier? I hissed, trying to focus on something else, to prolong this just a moment longer.
“Aaaah!” she moaned. “Earlier?” she wrinkled her brow, trying to focus.
“You know. When you… when you said this is going to be an ‘interesting vacation’?” I stopped thrusting, giving her a chance to answer.
“Mmm. I did say that, didn’t I? What did you think I meant?” She smiled expectantly, her green eyes sparkling.
“It sounded to me like you were saying that you wanted to do this again. Fuck another guy, or guys.”
“Is that what you want? For me to be naughty again?”
“Yes! I want you to be the naughtiest little slut this hotel has ever seen!”
“Aaaah!” she moaned as I started plowing into her sodden pussy once again. “Careful Ken! You just might get what you ask for!”
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Shaken in her Boots, Volume 1
Lizzie and Bill have been together since high school, the perfect couple. But a chance encounter with a charming cowboy at a rodeo dance causes the young lovers to reevaluate their relationship. Before they know it, they find themselves racing down a pathway toward an erotic encounter that will change them forever.
Will this be the ride of Lizzie's life? Will their marriage survive inviting another man into their bedroom?
Shaken in her Boots, Volume 2
Bill and Elizabeth bot
h enjoyed the evening they spent with Lance, their first foray into the erotic world of wife watching. But now that they had crossed that line, could they ever return to the marriage they had before? And more importantly, did they want to?
No matter how hard they tried to avoid the topic, the specter of what they had done was always there, burning in the background, hanging over them like the sword of Damocles. The handsome Lance had invited the young couple to join him at his ranch over Thanksgiving, leaving them with a dilemma: did they dare accept, knowing full well it would likely end in more debauchery? Could either of them resist the siren call of another round of hot, illicit sex with this hunky cowboy?
Shaken in her Boots, Volume 3
In yet another first for the kinky couple, Bill’s wife decides to spend the weekend with her wealthy, new, cowboy lover, Lance. Too late, they realize that her timing could have been better!
Now, Bill and Elizabeth find themselves swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as they are forced to face the reality that she may have come home from her illicit liaison with one souvenir too many. And as they wait to see if Lizzie is indeed pregnant, they realize that through the clouds of worry and dread, what began as a flickering spark of nervous excitement is steadily growing into a bright flame of perverse arousal.
Can Bill accept the thought of his wife carrying another man’s lovechild? Can Lizzie? And will this experience tear their marriage apart or make them closer than ever?
Shaken in her Boots, The Complete Series
All three cowgirl hotwife volumes together for the first time in a single collection!
Follow the naughty adventures of Bill and Lizzie, a happily married ranching couple, as they delve into the exciting and taboo world of wife sharing with the handsome and wealthy Lance Corbin. From the first inkling of illicit desire to the final, breathtaking risk, it’s all here, described in explicit, graphic detail.