“Then he pulled off my panties and gently kissed his way up my legs. He took his time and licked and kissed and touched me there for a while.”
He smiled. “You know you’ll have to do better than that.”
She opened her mouth indignantly for a second, then clenched her inner muscles around his cock, making him gasp. “He licked my cunt and sucked my clit, and while he was doing it he fingered me.”
Muscles tightened throughout his entire body. Hearing her talk like that was a revelation. He was dumbfounded for a second, then found his voice. “Did he make you come like that?”
“Oh, yeah. I writhed and bucked on the bed, but he wouldn’t stop sucking my clit or fingering me. I came hard and screamed so loud I was worried about being heard in the adjoining rooms.”
Nigel experienced a sudden urge to pull out and sink his face between her legs; to suck, lick and finger her like Sean had. Instead, he continued sliding his dick in and out of her. “Then what?”
“I took my bra off but left the teddy on. I was still too sensitive after coming to be touched there again, and he seemed more than happy to spend a little while playing with my boobs.”
“Only playing with them?”
“He cupped and fondled them, stroked and pinched my nipples. He also kissed and sucked my nipples, too. But after a while I wanted more.”
“More? Cleavage sex, you mean?”
“I went one better. I wasn’t quite so sensitive by then, so I told him to fuck me.”
“What? Just like that?”
She smiled. “Yeah, just like that.”
“And what did Sean say?”
“He didn’t say anything. He stood up and removed the rest of his clothes, got back on the bed and fucked me.”
Nigel could barely speak. “Details?”
She shrugged. “There aren’t really any. I lay on my back and he got on top. He slid in and held himself up over me—pretty much like you’re doing now.”
“Were you naked?”
She shook her head. “I had my teddy on, but it was bunched round my waist and my boobs were exposed.”
“And he just fucked you?”
“Yes, he fucked me.”
“With his big thick dick.”
She frowned. “Nige, I’m not saying it was b—”
“I know it was bigger than you’re used to, and that’s fine.” He pushed into her a little harder. “That turns me on even more. I really like the thought of you getting fucked by a big dick.”
“Why would that turn you on?”
“Because I know you enjoyed it, even if you don’t want to hurt my feelings admitting it.” When her frown didn’t ease, he tried to help her recover her previous confidence. “I’d love the details. How did he fuck you? Slow, fast, gentle… rough?”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded vigorously. “Everything.”
“Okay. When I told him to fuck me, he stood up and started to undress. I watched him and couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I knew from the night before that he was big, but I hadn’t actually seen it properly. Looking at it while lying spread-eagled on his bed made me tingle. I knew he was going to push it all into me, and I knew I was going to enjoy it.”
“Did you talk to him, tell him how big he was?”
“No, I didn’t speak. When he was naked and looking down at me, I held his gaze and slowly parted my legs. He climbed on the bed and got into position. I raised my hips and pulled him into me. He fucked me slowly, and I rocked and wiggled beneath him, getting as much pleasure as I could. He was going really deep, and I stared into his eyes all the while. Or at least as long as I could before…”
“Before you came.”
She nodded. “Then I squeezed my eyes shut tight and concentrated on the sensations.”
“Did you scream again?”
“Probably, but I can’t remember. Maybe I just sobbed—I honestly don’t know.”
“And then?”
“He fucked me harder, and I held on and rolled like a boat in a storm while he pounded me. When he stared into my eyes and held perfectly still, I felt every pulse of his dick as he came. This was why I’d gone on the pill—that moment where stuff passes from his body to mine is so special.”
“Did you ask him to come inside you?”
She sighed in frustration. “No, now just let me—”
He pinched her nipples and she arched her back off the bed and opened her mouth wide in a silent gasp. He felt the grip of her orgasm and fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he came.
Karen reached up and scratched his shoulders as she rocked her hips, welcoming every drop he produced.
Adding it to her collection.
When he finally stopped moving, Karen let out a whimper. “Jeez, Nige. I thought you were trying to push me through the mattress.”
He laughed and rolled onto his back beside her. “Not bad for an old guy, eh?”
She giggled. “You’re not old, but I really can’t remember us doing anything like this for years. I can’t remember you ever being so… passionate.”
He frowned. “We’ve had lots of good sex before. Maybe not as regular as we used to, but—”
“Not like this, but I don’t mean the sex itself.” She scraped her hair back from her face. “I mean the intensity of the emotion, the… eroticism? Is that the right word?”
“I don’t know. I was turned on, and I—”
“I don’t mean just tonight. I mean ever since you first brought Sean up, there’s been an added edge to our lovemaking. There’s even an added edge to the way you look at me. We seem to have turned into perverts.”
He laughed. “Perverts?”
She shrugged. “I can’t ever remember us ever talking about sex like that, or even talking at all while we have sex.”
He grinned. “Didn’t you chat with Sean while you had sex?”
“No.”
“You know you’re going to have to tell me the rest.”
“What rest?”
“You spent the entire night in his bed.”
Karen stared at him for a second, then chuckled. “You’re unbelievable.”
He leaned close and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you. So, what happened?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you’re not jumping me again tonight.”
He laughed. “I really don’t think I could manage to anyway.” He stretched his arm around her shoulder, and she lay with her head on his chest.
“We got under the sheet and talked about work and our lives. His wife’s Swedish and they have three children, all younger than Vi.”
“Did you tell him that sleeping with him was my suggestion?”
“Of course not. We both admitted we’d never cheated before. He also mentioned he’d had a vasectomy, but I didn’t admit I’d gone on the pill just so I could fuck him.”
Nigel smiled. “It wasn’t just so you could fuck him though, was it?” He wanted to hear her say it again.
She sighed. “No. I did it so I could fuck him without a rubber, and so he could come inside me. Happy now?”
He nodded. “Yes, thanks. Carry on.”
“Well, then I decided that I might like it again, so I put my head under the covers and took him in my mouth.”
Nigel’s jaw clenched slightly. “You gave him a blowjob?” It’d been a long time since she’d done that to him.
“Mmm.”
“Did he come in your mouth?” Somewhere in the darkest corners of his psyche, he wanted Sean to have done so.
“No, he didn’t come in my mouth.” She watched his face, then frowned slightly. “Are you disappointed he didn’t?”
He shrugged, a little embarrassed that she’d been able to read his expression so easily. “Not disappointed, but if he had, I wouldn’t have minded.”
She held his gaze, and he worried that he’d gone a little too far. Or been a little too honest. “Maybe I should have taken him all the way, because I’m pretty sure he wou
ld have blown his junk if I’d kept sucking him.”
Nigel had never heard the phrase ‘blown his junk’ before, nor had he ever heard Karen say anything like it. The effect it had on him was astonishing. “Tell me…” His voice cracked, and he coughed to clear his throat. “Tell me about you sucking him.”
“You really want to know?”
He nodded.
“Well I hadn’t done anything like that for a while—”
“I know.”
She smiled and placed her hand on his chest. “Since we seem to have stepped up our game lately, that’s something I intend to rectify fairly soon.” She winked at him. “But what I meant was, my experience sucking other men was a long time ago. Back then, the boys at Uni thought they’d hit the jackpot if a girl went down on them, and they never lasted long.”
Nigel wondered just how many blowjobs she’d dished out in her student days, but didn’t want to interrupt her again.
“Over the years with you, I’ve been able to improve my technique, and I’ve learned what you like. So when I decided to suck Sean, I was confident that I’d be able to please him.” She seemed to wait to see if he had anything to say before going on. “Once under the sheet, I inched myself down the bed until my head was over his groin, then I leaned down and ran my hair over his dick and balls. The smell of me on his cock turned me on, and when I licked up the length of his shaft, I could taste my own juices.”
She held his gaze. “I could taste my own cunt.”
Nigel shivered and had to swallow a lump in his throat.
“I licked up his shaft a second time, then a third. When my tongue reached his cock head I opened my lips and took him into my mouth. I felt him shiver, and I pushed down and took his entire cock into my mouth. It was still soft because he’d come just a few minutes earlier, and I could get it all in. I started to bob my head, and felt his dick start to recover. He didn’t get fully hard immediately, but it was getting too thick and big to fit it all in. I began to drag my fingernails over his balls and the base of his shaft, while keeping the top half in my mouth.
“Sean pulled the sheet slowly down so he could watch me, and so I looked up into his face while I treated him to more of the same. I used one hand to massage his balls, and the other to jack off the base of his dick while I kept my lips locked around him and my tongue flicking over the glans. It would have been so easy to keep that going for a bit longer and let him come there, to let him fill my throat. But I wanted something else—”
“You wanted him to fuck you again.”
She shook her head. “This time, I wanted to fuck him.”
Nigel’s mouth dropped open.
“So instead of doing what I suspect you wish I’d done, I crawled back up the bed and straddled his legs.”
His heart pounded in his chest. “In your teddy?”
“No, I’d taken it off by then. We were both naked, and I lifted myself up and climbed onto his dick.”
“And you rode him?”
She nodded.
“What did he do?”
She laughed. “What do you think he did? He enjoyed the ride.”
Nigel smiled at the thought of it. “Yeah, I’m sure he did.”
“Like I said, I’m a lot more self-confident about sex nowadays and I wanted to show him a good time. It was hard at first, because…” She frowned, then shrugged. “Being on top with a cock that big is a bit of a struggle, and it took me a while to accommodate him without it hurting. But once I was used to him, I made sure he had as much pleasure out of it as I did.”
“Did you talk?”
She laughed. “No, stop asking that. If you’re hoping for dirty talk, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. I watched his face and rode his cock.”
“What did he do?”
“He looked very happy.”
“No touching?”
“His hands were on me all the time, my boobs and nipples, my hips, my legs.”
Nigel stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, and she answered his next questions without him needing to ask.
“We both came again in that position, pretty much at the same time.”
He closed his eyes and stretched his legs. He was really tired, but his mind wouldn’t rest. “And when you woke up this morning, did you fuck him again?”
She shook her head. “No. I got dressed early, while he was still sleeping. I woke him before I left to say I was going back to my own room.”
Nigel lay quietly, a little disappointed that the story had come to an end. And possibly the end of their fun. He really hoped not. He’d felt so alive over the last couple of weeks. They could find other ways to keep the passionate momentum going, but a tiny part of him already wanted to find a new adventure.
“Nige?”
“Hmm?”
“Are we okay? I mean, really?”
He took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers, and squeezed tight. “We’re better than okay.”
“You haven’t changed your mind about things now it’s happened?”
“I think it turns me on even more than it did before it happened.”
“Really?”
He ran his hand down her bare back. “Now I can visualise everything you did.”
She placed her hand on his thigh. “You’re a pervert.”
“Yeah. And you’re a hotwife.”
She laughed out loud. “Looks like you’ve been doing your research, just like I have.”
He stroked her back again. “Did you enjoy being a hotwife?”
She looked him directly in the eye, her face serious. “Yes.”
He held her gaze. They didn’t need to say anything else. They’d find a way to do this again.
Karen’s Party Surprise
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Chapter One
Nigel lay full-length on the couch while his wife Karen sat with her legs tucked beneath her on an armchair. The end credits of a film rolled up the screen, the theme music suddenly loud in the quiet of the house. Nigel muted the TV and cocked his ear upstairs. Their teenage daughters had spent the evening playing online video games, but were probably both in bed by now. If not, they were being unnaturally quiet.
Karen went to the kitchen and got herself another glass of wine and Nigel a fresh beer. She touched her glass to his bottle, and they smiled at each other as she curled up next to him on the couch.
“Did you enjoy the film?” There was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
He smiled and nodded. There’d been a scene early on when the heroine had allowed a complete stranger to ravish her on a train.
“Me too.”
He loved the flush that crept across her cheeks. It had been a little over five weeks since Karen—with his blessing—had slept with a man she’d just met, and the little tryst had made her playful ever since.
She bit her lip and squirmed on the seat next to him. “You’re going to have to satisfy my wanton needs when we get to bed.”
“Sounds good, but we both know it’ll take something else to fully satisfy your wanton needs.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Something else?”
His cock thickened inside his pants. “Someone else.”
“Mmm.” She sipped her drink, holding his gaze.
He took a deep breath. “So, when d’you think—?”
“Don’t spoil it. Take me to bed and make love to me. We can talk after that.”
Nigel nodded but his expression must have shown his disappointment.
Karen let out a sigh. “Please, just be patient. Opportunities like the one with Sean don’t just drop from the sky.”
“I know.” He slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “There’s no deadline, you know that. I just thought that you’d want to—”
“I do.” She frowned. “I do, but I don’t want some random cock-for-hire off the internet.”
“I never said—” Nigel snapped his mouth shut, obeying the command of her
upheld hand. Time to stop pushing.
“I’ve told you how I’d like it to happen, and I’m sure it won’t be long before we’re in the right place at the right time, and in the right mood.”
“Okay, sorry.” Nigel smiled. “I’m not putting pressure on you.”
She laughed and put a hand on his leg. “Hmm.” She slowly slid her hand higher up. “I think you may be getting a bit impatient, though.” Karen’s hand came to rest over his crotch. “I know I’m lucky to have a husband who likes me to have fun with other men.”
That was another thing Nigel loved about Karen—she thought she was the lucky one. He’d only suggested she seduce the guy from work for a bit of fun. Seeing how she’d reacted though—the light in her eyes, the goosebumps—he hadn't gotten so hard so fast since he was a teenager.
She leaned close and blew in his ear while tightening the grip on his cock. “So, what are you going to do with this?”
He closed his eyes, determined not to risk spoiling the moment again. “Let’s go to bed.”
While Karen used the bathroom, Nigel stripped and scrambled into bed. She laughed at his eagerness when she joined him in the bedroom. Watching her undress, he admired the curves of her body. He thought again about her giving herself to Sean.
She’d told him everything about those two nights—or at least he assumed she had—including the guy’s obsession with her breasts. Nigel stared at those breasts now, the dark pink nipples already erect, as if begging to be sucked and nibbled. Her narrow waist emphasised the feminine swell of her hips. In his eyes, she was even more alluring now than twenty years ago, when they’d first met.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“I’m thinking how good you look.”
She glanced down at her own naked body, then smiled at him. “Thank you.”
“I’m remembering the first time I took you out on a date.”
She walked around and climbed into bed beside him. “You took me to a trendy bistro place and plied me with drink.”
“No I didn’t. You ordered yourself some awful cocktail that tasted like bananas in diesel. Then I walked you home and gave you a chaste peck on the cheek.”
She laughed and stroked his arm. “For our second date we went to the cinema and saw Saving Private Ryan, which was never going to get me in the mood for sex.”
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