The Complete BBW Hotwife

by Sadie Somerton

  “Jason likes to hear all about it,” I said, over the oysters. “I told him about kissing you at the golf club.”

  Robbie glanced across at his friend, then back at me.

  “I told him what it felt like to be in your arms. The taste of you. The feel of your body. The feel of your dick against me. He likes the detail.”

  I took a sip of my wine.

  “He likes to imagine, to visualize. He’s imagined me sucking you. You don’t mind me sharing, do you, Jason?” He shook his head, and I went on. “I think he’d like to see that.”

  “I–”

  “Later.”

  And later, over the blue crabs...

  “Jason knows it’s a fantasy of mine. Two men at the same time. It’s something we’ve talked about lots. Sometimes I tell him my fantasies out loud while I play and he watches. Does that sound odd?”

  For a moment I worried that I was getting too carried away, losing him. But those eyes were still fixed on me, drinking me in, and then Robbie said, “No, not odd. Do you fantasize about me? About us? Do you tell him that?”

  I nodded.

  §

  Even later...

  I stood, both men watching me.

  I was wearing a pair of high-heeled slingbacks, and a simple black dress, the deep halter neck both emphasizing my shape and leading the eye down.

  I reached back, found the bow at the back of my neck, and freed it. Found the zipper and tugged it down. The dress began to unfold around me. Briefly, the fabric clung to my breasts, then tumbled away to reveal the black satin of my half-bustier bra, edged with a frill of cream lace. The dress hung again at my hips so I had to give a slight wiggle to encourage it to keep falling past my matching black and cream panties.

  Now, clad only in my lingerie and high heels, I pointed at Robbie, still in his chair.

  “You,” I said. “Now.”

  I stepped towards him, scooped a hand behind his head and buried his face in my cleavage.

  Immediately, his arms came round me, one hand coming to rest on my hip, the other on the smooth skin of my ass where it was revealed by the high cut of my panties.

  I looked across and smiled at my husband.

  He nodded, licked his lips, hands clasped before him. He wanted to touch himself, I could tell. He must be so hard, already.

  “Turn your chair.”

  Robbie did as I told him, making room so I could straddle him. I could feel his hardness against me, the little ridges of the seams and buttons of his pants, creating little thrills as I rolled my hips. I reached back and started to undo my half-bustier, ten little hooks. When they were undone, I leaned back, clutching the bra to my breasts, an innocent, bashful look on my face.

  Robbie grinned, reached for the bra, and tore it from my grip.

  He paused for a moment, taking in the site of my full breasts, the hard nipples. Then he took their weight in his hands and started to stroke and squeeze, bringing one nipple up to his mouth. His teeth were like a little electric shock as they clamped around that nipple, and then his tongue began to flick.

  I tipped my head back, and gave a long sigh.

  Then I realized that Jason had come to stand behind me. I’d thought he might hold back and watch, at least to start, but now he was here, arms passing around me so his hands could cup my breasts, holding them up for Robbie to explore.

  I leaned back, my head against his ribs, my shoulder-blades against his belly, his erection pressing into my back.

  Two dicks, pressing against me for the first time.

  Two urgent erections, needing my attention.

  Often I’m a slow-build kind of girl. I need seduction, foreplay. I need the mood to be set. I need to be teased and tantalized, drawn in.

  Other times...

  I had to move. Stay there on Robbie’s lap a moment longer and I would be right over the edge, and I wasn’t ready for that yet, I wanted to delay.

  I took my weight on my feet and swung a leg clear, then dropped to my knees before Robbie. Hands on his thighs, kneading those taut muscles and pulling the fabric of his pants tight across his erection, I looked up at Jason, that bashful look on my face again.

  “I remember what you said,” I told him. “I remember what you said you fantasized about seeing.”

  I reached for Robbie’s belt, fed the end back through the buckle until it was free.

  Found the first button and popped it free.

  The second, the third.

  Four buttons released, I took hold of the waistband of his pants and pulled. He raised himself a little from the chair and they started to slide down until they were around his knees, and then his ankles.

  His white shorts were stretched tight, his erection standing up like a tent-pole.

  I lowered my face and gently pressed my cheek against him.

  So hard!

  There was wetness where the head of his dick stretched the cotton.

  My eyes still locked on Jason’s, I opened my mouth and took Robbie between my lips through the fabric of his shorts. Both men tensed, the muscles in Robbie’s thighs and ass tightening, Jason’s jaw sagging open.

  I squeezed, and Robbie gasped.

  His hands moved down, pulling at his shorts, tugging them down.

  I raised my head as he pushed the shorts down and watched his long shaft swing free and slap heavily against his rippled belly.

  He was long, just as I’d anticipated, and his balls were full, tight in their sac. The base of his dick nestled in short, dark hair which spread up his belly.

  I glanced back at Jason, smiled, and then lowered my head.

  I touched Robbie with the tip of my tongue, in that hollow where the shaft of his dick met his balls.

  Both hands under him, I dug my nails into his buttocks. With my breasts squashed against Robbie’s thighs, I trailed the tip of my tongue upwards, along the length of his shaft. When I reached the ridge of skin under the head of his dick I pressed harder, my tongue folding around him, wet and soft. Then the tip of my tongue found the narrow opening and pushed, dipping shallowly inside the head of his dick before sweeping in a circular movement around that swollen purple helmet.

  I slid one hand free, moving to coil my fingers around his shaft, drawing it upright. And then I pushed my head down, my lips tight around him, taking him in whole.

  I took him deep, until my mouth was full and the head of his dick was against the back of my throat, and still there was room for my coiled fingers to start pumping around the base of his shaft.

  I paused and looked up at him. He nodded, urging me on, and I started to bob my head up and down, as fast as I could go, matching the movement with my fist wrapped around his shaft.

  I felt movement behind me then, hands on me, roughly tugging at my panties, until they were down around my thighs. A hand slid between my legs, a finger sliding through the folds of my sex, finding the opening, pressing. A slight giving sensation, and then the finger drove deep, started to slip in and out rapidly. Each time that finger pushed deep, the other fingers pressed against me, squeezing my labia, pressing at my mound, my clit.

  I arched my back, knowing how well that presented my ass to anyone behind me.

  I felt a shift then, the hand withdrawing. I almost cried out despairingly as Jason’s finger slipped clear.

  Not fair, leaving me so close like that!

  Moments later I felt a different presence, the head of Jason’s dick nudging between my thighs. He pressed, and his length slid across my pussy, the head gliding deliciously against my clit.

  I reached down with my free hand, found him, pressed him up against me. He started to thrust, sliding against my pussy, my hand squeezing the head of his dick against my clit with every thrust.

  It was so intense! So many different sensations, so much happening...

  I dipped my head down, and then pushed harder, just as I swallowed. The head of Robbie’s dick slipped into my throat and he cried out.

  I almost took Jason’s
dick then and steered it inside me, but...

  Suddenly I was close and that thrusting, that gliding against my lips and clit was going to take me all the way. My hand was wet with Jason’s juices and mine, and I knew now from the urgency in his movements that he was close, too.

  I swallowed again, against the head of Robbie’s dick, still holding him deep and squeezing around the base with my hand.

  Swallowed once more, almost retching, he was in so deep.

  There was a new tension in his body now.

  With the hand lower down, I pressed Jason’s dick hard against me so that it was almost too tight for him to push between hand and pussy.

  I swallowed again, and Robbie pushed hard upwards, his hand tight on the back of my head. I took him even deeper and then there was a wet heat deep in my throat as he exploded inside me. His dick pulsed, and I swallowed for all I was worth. Some time later – I don’t know how long – he started to grow soft. I sucked more gently now, teasing every last moment out of his climax, savoring the changing sensations as his erection ebbed.

  And behind me, spurred on by the visual of his best friend coming in my throat, Jason’s body tensed sharply. A moment of stillness drew out, then wetness spread between us, his dick throbbing wildly between my hand and pussy.

  I pressed, rolling his dick across my clit, and then my whole body clenched, every muscle straining. A stab of pleasure took me deep, then blossomed, spreading through my belly, setting my legs trembling. I pulled my head clear of Robbie’s softening dick, gasping for breath, as orgasm tore through me.

  Moments later, my head had just about stopped spinning.

  I had collapsed forward onto Robbie.

  I raised my head, and saw that where my hand had come to rest on his chest I had left a long smear of Jason’s semen.

  Robbie was studying me, smiling.

  I looked back, and Jason was smiling, too.

  “I...” I said, then started again. “I think we got a little carried away, there.”

  Jason nodded. “I think we did.” He offered me his hand to help me stand, then added, “And now I think we should head upstairs before we get carried away again.”

  §

  “Remember that thing we talked about?”

  I looked at Jason, but he wasn’t addressing me, he was talking to Robbie.

  “What thing?” I asked, but Robbie just nodded, and the two of them grinned, then turned to me.

  We’d reached upstairs by now. One of the guest rooms, where we’d made up the king-size bed. Jason went to turn down the blankets, while Robbie took my hand and led me round to the foot of the bed.

  “That ‘thing’?” I asked.

  He put a hand to my face and kissed me.

  No hesitation now, it seemed there was nothing more natural than kissing me in front of my husband.

  The hand dropped, found a breast, a nipple and–

  I gasped.

  “On the bed.”

  I did as I was told. I lowered myself onto the mattress, then shuffled up until I could rest my feet on the mattress, my knees raised.

  Robbie kneeled at the foot of the bed, eyes fixed on me.

  He put a hand to my inner thigh, started to stroked the sensitive skin with his thumb.

  Dipped his head.

  Pressed his lips against me, my pussy against his open mouth.

  He started to roll his head, tugging at my labia with lips and teeth, his upper lip sliding against my clit.

  I’d climaxed only minutes earlier, but God I was ready to go again!

  I leaned back on my elbows, closed my eyes, and focused on the sensations of lips and teeth against me.

  His tongue started to probe, running along the folds of my labia, finding the hard nub of my clit and swirling around it. My pussy was still wet with Jason’s semen, and the thought that Robbie was licking me clean was suddenly the most arousing thought in the world.

  There was movement on the mattress beside me and I opened my eyes. Jason was on his knees, hand wrapped around his semi-hard dick.

  It wasn’t unusual for me to be ready for more this soon, but... I watched as Jason grew fully stiff, his dick stretched out long and hard before him.

  I raised my eyebrows, and said, “Really?”

  “Oh yes.”

  I twisted to reach, my lips finding the head of his dick, my tongue sliding beneath to that most sensitive of spots.

  Just as I took Jason into my mouth, Robbie pressed harder and his tongue drove inside me, a sudden filling sensation.

  I started to swirl my tongue in tight circles around the head of Jason’s dick. How was he hard again so soon? He must be incredibly turned on!

  Then Robbie dipped his head lower. His tongue popped out of the back of my pussy and started lapping at the sensitive skin of my perineum, then... Oh my! His tongue pressed at my dark opening, teasing at it, pushing. The tip dipped inside, then he pushed and I felt his tongue sliding deeper.

  I gasped, almost spitting Jason’s dick out before drawing it back into my mouth again.

  Robbie’s tongue started to dart in and out of me, and now he had a thumb against my clit, too, stroking from side to side.

  I looked up the length of Jason’s body, made eye contact. So damned horny!

  I drew away from him a little, and said, “Is this it? The ‘thing’?”

  He shook his head. “No,” he said. “This is.”

  He turned so that he was lying back on the bed. He reached for something and then I saw that it was a bottle of lube, which now he held above his dick, dripping down a long, glistening trail along the length of his shaft.

  He started to spread it around, then said, “Now, babe. Come over here. On top, with your back to me.”

  Robbie pulled away and I moved. I placed my feet either side of Jason’s knees, my hands behind me, and lowered myself onto him.

  His dick was so slippery between my legs! I started to slide along its length, my pussy lips gliding smoothly, my clit hard against him.

  I could easily have just carried on like that, but...

  Robbie was there, at the end of the bed. Standing now, his dick in his hand, slowly stroking.

  I knew exactly what to do next.

  I raised myself once more, so Jason could position his dick, and then I lowered myself slowly. I felt the head of his dick pressing between my buttocks. A slight adjustment and then he was pressing at that tight opening where Robbie’s tongue had been moments before.

  I pushed down, felt that pressure, that pushing sensation. I willed the muscles to relax and then he slipped inside me, first just the head and then, slowly, driving deeper.

  Down... down... until my ass came to rest in his lap. The coarse body hair against my skin. The hard bones of his pelvis. That delicate quiver in his belly. Every slight movement sent sensations rushing through my body.

  “This,” said Robbie, stepping forward, kneeling on the end of the bed. “This is that ‘thing’.”

  He moved forward, his long hard dick hanging down, until he came to kneel before me, his knees tight together between Jason’s legs, my legs spread farthest apart of all.

  Even then... I felt so full. I didn’t understand how I could accommodate Robbie, too.

  I reached for him, took him in my hand. Started to tug at him, working him and drawing him closer in the same movement.

  So close now... Our legs pressed. His arms went either side of me, taking his weight on the mattress.

  I pulled him. Harder. Pressed him against my pussy, sliding him across my wet soft sex.

  I steered him against my opening and now he pushed.

  I cried out loud. An animal sound. I’m not ashamed at losing control like that. That first push made me feel like I was being split apart. Just the head inside me and I could take no more. I’d never felt so full and yet he kept gently pushing deeper.

  I really couldn’t take any more. Couldn’t take more than half of him. I opened my mouth to say that, but all that came out
was a strangled sigh.

  He kept pushing. Filling me like I’d never been filled before.

  Finally, he was deep in me, his pelvic bone hard against my clit, his balls squashing against me, against Jason’s balls below.

  Robbie gave a slight extra push and suddenly that fullness was transformed into a surge of pleasure. I thought I was coming already, but no, it was just that everything was so intense.

  They started to move. I held myself still as Robbie started to push and grind, and Jason rocked his hips, pulling back until he was partway out and then pushing deep again. There were so many different sensations and combinations as each hole was filled or partly-filled, with thrusting in and pulling out.

  I started to pant, and Jason, at least, knew what that meant, knew how close I was. He moved his hands up and started to flick at my nipples, let me settle myself down on him so he was deep inside me while Robbie carried on thrusting.

  The build-up was relentless, unlike anything I’d known before. My whole body was straining, the muscles tight, on fire. I reached for Robbie, a hand on his hip, drawing him in and holding him deep so that again I could feel every slight pulse and movement inside me. And then I was tipping over the edge, wave after wave of muscle-tightening ripping through my body, the climax so hard I almost squeezed them both right out of me.

  That tightening, the heaving of my body in climax... it was all it took for both of them.

  Robbie part-withdrew, pushed, and then wet heat filled my pussy. He arched his back, driving deep, crying out, and then deep in my ass that wet explosion was echoed as Jason’s dick throbbed and filled me with semen.

  §

  We stayed like that for as long as we could, a precarious tangle of bodies, savoring the dying peaks of our shared climaxes.

  As he softened, I felt Robbie’s dick drawing downwards, then squeezing out of me. He pulled away, until he was kneeling before us on the end of the bed.

  I raised my hips, as if offering myself to him again, and felt Jason slip free. Then I rolled away, until I was lying beside my husband.

  I raised an arm, indicating for Robbie to come and lie with us, me in the middle. I reached down, a hand on each of them, still not quite believing what was happening. Some time later I turned onto my side, an arm and a leg resting on one hard body as the other wrapped itself around me from behind.