A Hotwife's Journey

by Delores Swallows

  The friendly banter continued, with more people joining them and standing around their table. Sean wasn’t the only man who couldn’t keep his eyes off Karen, and a glow of pride bloomed inside Nigel.

  After a while, Sean went to the bar and Karen went to help carry the glasses as she’d done earlier for him. Nigel swallowed. This would be her golden opportunity…

  When Sean and Karen returned, Nigel thought there was an extra twinkle in their eyes. He got the impression that Sean had readily agreed to her offer— who wouldn’t? —and glanced at his watch. It wasn’t yet eleven o’clock. Much too early for him to head up to their room.

  The laughter and celebrating continued for another hour. Nigel caught Sean glancing at Karen more times than he could count. The guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The fact that he soon wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her gave Nigel a buzz.

  A few couples said their goodnights and left. Nigel decided he’d give it another fifteen minutes before making his excuses and going up to their room. Karen announced it was her turn to get the drinks, and Sean immediately followed. When they returned with the round, Karen’s expression made Nigel worry. He wondered if Sean was having second thoughts.

  As she put the glasses down, she caught his eye. “I’m off to find the bathrooms.”

  Nigel nodded. “I could do with the loo as well. I’ll come with you.”

  The moment they’d left the dining room, Karen pulled Nigel into a quiet corner. “Sean’s cottoned on that you know.”

  “What? How?”

  “I don’t know. He didn’t even ask me, he just said ‘Nigel knows about us’. I just blinked in surprise, too shocked to deny it.”

  He chewed his lip. “So is he angry about your ruse to sneak to his room?”

  She shook her head. “Apparently not.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She held his gaze. “He asked why we hadn’t invited him to our room instead.”

  His mouth dropped open. “Why we hadn’t…?”

  She nodded, a frown creasing her forehead. “It came as a big surprise to me, too. Not only that he was so accepting of you knowing about what went on in Copenhagen, but also the fact he would suggest this.”

  “Inviting him to our room?”

  “Yeah. He thought you’d enjoy being a part of it.”

  “Being a part…?” A hot rush of anticipation spread through him.

  “He suggested I have you both at the same time.”

  “A… threesome?”

  She nodded slowly.

  His pulse thundered in his ears. “Would you want that?”

  She took her lower lip between her teeth and held his gaze. “Yes, but would you?”

  “Would I—?” He laughed, giddy. “Yeah, of course I would.”

  “Thinking about me with someone else is one thing, but watching it actually happen is something else.” Her expression was compassionate. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”

  “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

  She took a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay then. It looks like I’m about to have my first ever ménage.”

  He swallowed. “How does that make you feel?”

  “Scared and excited. Sort of tingly. I’m so wet right now, it’s embarrassing.”

  “Me too.”

  She closed her eyes for a second, then took a breath. “And I really do need to pee.”

  Once they’d returned to their table, Karen gave Sean a slight nod. The other man’s gaze fell on Nigel and they shared a look for the briefest of moments.

  Their pact was silently agreed.

  Over the next thirty minutes, more of the guests said their goodnights or drifted away to other tables, leaving only Nigel, Karen and Sean at theirs. A sense of intimacy had descended, and Nigel saw Karen rub her leg against Sean’s as they sat huddled together. The excitement from that simple gesture gave him what felt like a jolt of electricity.

  Karen looked around the room, then glanced from Sean to Nigel. “I don’t think anyone would notice if we all left.”

  Nigel’s heart thumped inside his chest as Karen got to her feet.

  She looked down and smiled. “Gentlemen, would you two care to escort me back to my room?”

  Sean glanced at Nigel and seemed to hesitate, as if waiting for him to take the lead. Both men got to their feet and stood either side of her.

  Nigel glanced around the room. “Isn’t there anyone you guys need to say goodnight to?”

  Karen scanned the faces. “No, I don’t think so. Let’s go.”

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  Chapter Six

  The three walked slowly out of the dining room, through the deserted bar and across the lobby toward the lifts. Karen’s heels seemed to echo even louder than they had earlier, and Nigel wondered if any of the other guests or reception staff suspected what the three of them were about to do.

  As the lift doors closed, Karen ran a hand down each man’s arm. “I still can’t believe we’re all here like this.” Her voice was slightly slurred, but her eyes clear and bright.

  Sean glanced at Nigel. “I hope you don’t think I was being too forward by—”

  “No.” Nigel shook his head and smiled. “I would have been happy for you two to be alone, but I’m much happier with this alternative.”

  “Me too,” Karen said. “This is something I’ve never done, or even imagined happening.”

  Sean nodded. “Good. I still feel a bit guilty for suggesting it. It’s not something I’ve ever considered before, either. In fact before Copenhagen, I…” He looked down, as if suddenly embarrassed that he’d already slept with Nigel’s wife.

  Karen squeezed his arm. “Copenhagen was wonderful, and tonight will be just as special.” She kissed him gently on the cheek. “I’m sure of it.”

  The lift reached their floor. There was a quiet ding, and the doors slid silently open. All three stepped out onto the thick carpet and walked slowly along the corridor.

  Nigel unlocked the door and stood back to allow Karen and Sean to enter. Glancing each way down the corridor to make sure nobody from the party had seen them, he closed the door behind him.

  Karen walked across the room and dropped her clutch on one of the armchairs, then turned to face the men. After a moment’s hesitation, they approached her.

  Remembering the minibar, Nigel walked over to it. When he turned to ask if anyone wanted a nightcap, Karen and Sean were already kissing.

  He smiled. “And here I was, worrying this was going to be awkward.”

  Karen broke the kiss and motioned him over. Nigel stepped close and slid his hands onto her waist, pulling her into a kiss.

  Her tongue immediately pushed into his mouth and he sensed her hunger. He pulled back and gently guided her back towards Sean.

  They kissed passionately. Nigel saw their tongues as their lips momentarily parted, and his wife’s hands moving up and down Sean’s back beneath his jacket. His hands rested on her hips.

  Karen returned to Nigel, kissing him as she eased his jacket off his shoulders. He let it drop to the floor and ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts. When he squeezed gently, she moaned into his mouth. He pinched her nipples through the pattern of beads stitched to her dress.

  Karen was breathless as she turned to Sean. Inching his jacket back, she moved closer and bit into his shoulder through his shirt. He let out a sigh and dropped his head back, and Nigel caught a glimpse of his wife’s hand moving down Sean’s body.

  He quickly realised that his reaction to witnessing the action live was even more powerful than being told about it. He moved behind his wife and slipped his hands around her. While she groped Sean’s cock through the material of his trousers, Nigel fondled her boobs and tugged at the nipples. She rocked her body and he moved closer, crushing his hard-on against the swell of her backside.

  The three of them continued like this, with Karen kissing one for a
while before turning to kiss the other. Although the kissing and fondling was a turn-on, Nigel's impatience got the better of him and he slowly pulled down the zip on the back of her dress. Realising what he’d done, Karen took a step away from Sean so she could look both men in the face. She wiggled her shoulders, pushed the dress down over her hips, and stepped out of it.

  Sean caught his breath as she stood before them in her underwear, stockings and shoes, and Nigel understood the other man’s reaction. In his view, Karen was everything a man could possibly want in a woman.

  She smiled, evidently pleased at their expressions. She stepped close to Sean and started to undo his shirt buttons, and Nigel quickly unfastened his own shirt. As she pushed Sean’s shirt off, Nigel envied the other man’s body. His chest looked sculpted and his abs were clearly defined, as were the biceps and triceps, which bulged impressively as he pulled his arms from the shirt sleeves.

  Karen turned towards Nigel but when she saw he’d already removed his own shirt, she smiled and turned her attention back to Sean. Her fingers worked on the clasps of his trousers, then moved lower to pull down the zip. Her hand slipped inside, and Sean gasped.

  Quickly undoing his own trousers, Nigel struggled to contain his excitement as his wife fondled another man’s cock. Karen dropped to her knees and yanked Sean’s trousers to his ankles, leaving him in just a pair of black jockey shorts. The bulge inside the stretchy material was huge.

  Nigel’s heartbeat kicked up a pace.

  As Sean kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers, Karen pulled his socks off. Nigel undressed himself in a similar fashion, and Karen stood up and surveyed the men in front of her. Moving her gaze from one man to the other, she sat on the foot of the bed.

  Looking up at Nigel, she raised her eyebrows. She’d probably noticed how Sean had waited for his lead a couple of times already, and assumed Sean was hanging back now.

  Nigel had other plans, though. He looked at Sean, then at Karen. “I think you two should get reacquainted before I join in.”

  She crawled backward, presenting herself in the middle of the bed like a goddess, then smiled up at Sean. “You heard him.”

  He glanced at Nigel as if silently confirming permission, then took a step towards the bed.

  “Sean,” Karen whispered. “Lose the shorts.”

  As Sean bent to push down his underwear, Nigel couldn’t help but admire the guy’s physique. Muscles in his sides and back flexed, but when he stood upright again, Nigel saw his cock for the first time. He held his breath and stared. The night she’d returned from Copenhagen, Karen had told him Sean’s dick was big. She’d described it as long and thick but, staring at it now, Nigel didn’t think she’d done it justice. It was huge, and obviously ready for action.

  Sean climbed onto the bed and slipped his fingers into the waistband of Karen’s panties. She kept her eyes on Sean’s as she lifted her hips enough for him to slide the lace garment down her stockinged legs and over her stilettoed feet.

  She slowly spread her slightly-bent legs and raised her eyebrows. Sean bent his head toward her sex, but she reached forward and stopped him, shaking her head. “Not that.” She swallowed, trembling a little. “I want your dick.”

  Nigel held his breath. He watched as his wife reached down to the other man’s cock. Saw her painted nails wrap around the swollen chunk of meat and point it down towards her entrance. Saw her raise her hips, the muscles in her calves flexing beneath the sheer nylon.

  Sean pushed into Karen, making her squeal. Nigel’s heart almost stopped. He watched her wrap her arms around Sean’s waist and arch her back, pushing her groin into his, taking the full length of that huge cock all the way inside her hungry cunt.

  Sean let out a shaky breath, then pulled slowly back. Nigel stared at the thick length of juice-coated flesh. His wife’s outer lips clung around the shaft as if loath to release it. Sean pushed his cock back inside and Karen let out a grateful whimper.

  The pleasure of visualising Karen with other men now paled in comparison to actually seeing it for himself. He’d thought his imagination was good but now found so many small details that had eluded him, which added so much to the scene. Little things like the sound of their bodies moving against each other, the blemishes which briefly appeared on their skin where fingers had gripped too tightly, the tremors of the muscles in her legs and his back and arms as they moved on the bed, the wet whisper of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping sex.

  But the overriding feature that hadn’t entered his fantasies was the intoxicating smell: a rich mix of her perfume, Sean’s cologne, and the fragrance of her sex. The scent of her arousal was so strong he could taste it in the back of his throat, and it made his erection throb with need. Sean’s cock was pushing her closer to the edge, making her wetter than Nigel could even imagine her.

  “Oh God, oh fucking…” Karen gripped Sean’s head and stared into his eyes. “Keep doing that. Just keep doing exactly…”

  She pushed up to meet his thrusts, the backs of her thighs and bum trembling with pre-orgasmic tension.

  “Don’t you dare come. Just keep feeding me that big cock of yours, just keep…”

  Her head fell back, her mouth dropped open and her eyes closed. Nigel watched the other man fuck his wife through her orgasm. His gut twisted and clenched as she screamed and sobbed and clawed at Sean’s back. She wrapped her legs around his calves, pushing off one of her shoes in the process.

  Sean fucked her with slow, steady thrusts, not yet letting up, and Nigel was impressed at his ability to delay his own orgasm for so long. Karen grunted and started jerking against her lover, and Nigel knew she was going to come again. At the onset of her second orgasm she pulled Sean down, opened her eyes wide and gazed into Nigel’s eyes. He stared back, too shocked by the intensity of his feelings to know if he should smile or speak.

  Karen relaxed on the bed and took a deep breath. She stroked the back of Sean’s neck, and he slowly withdrew. Nigel assumed he must have come inside her, but Sean’s dick was still rock-hard.

  Karen eased Sean to the opposite side of the bed and knelt up. She kicked off her remaining shoe and then positioned herself across the bed on her hands and knees, with Sean now behind her.

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Fuck me slowly, but don’t come. Not yet.” Looking up at her husband, she scraped strands of hair from her face. “And you, come and put your dick in my mouth.”

  Nigel swallowed and pushed his shorts down his legs. His cock wasn’t as big as Sean’s, but he couldn’t remember it ever being harder. He watched as Sean put one foot on the floor to steady himself and fed his slippery cock back inside her.

  She winced as the full length slid in, and she took deep breaths through clenched teeth.

  As Nigel climbed onto the bed, she opened her eyes and looked up into his face. Her body rocked back and forth as Sean slowly fucked her. Once she’d got into a rhythm, she licked her lips and opened her mouth.

  Nigel guided his cock in, the sensation of being in her warm mouth making him shiver. He let out a long sigh which shuddered through his chest.

  Sean gripped her hips and fucked her harder, pushing her forward, forcing Nigel’s cock further into her throat. Karen didn’t seem to have any trouble accommodating both dicks at once; she hummed and moaned as her body was rocked between them.

  Nigel was on cloud nine watching someone fuck his wife while he had his cock buried in her mouth, the sounds of heavy breathing and wet squelches filling his ears.

  Sean let out a low moan, his head hanging. Karen released Nigel from her mouth and reached back to tap Sean’s hip, getting him to stop before gently easing him out of her.

  She turned on all fours until she was facing Sean and then looked back at Nigel over her shoulder. “Fuck me.”

  She wants Sean to come in her mouth.

  He was more than happy with the new position, though. As he watched Karen’s lips close around the wet tip of Sean’s cock, Nigel sta
bbed his own into her sopping sex. She let out a moan that ebbed and peaked as she bobbed her head on Sean’s cock. Nigel banged harder, seeing Sean’s eyes squeeze shut. Nigel gripped Karen’s hips and fucked her as hard as he could, slamming into her over and over.

  Sean gasped and Karen gulped. He was coming in her mouth.

  Nigel increased the ferocity of his thrusts, then buried himself to the hilt and held still as his body unloaded. As she undulated between them, Nigel lay his flat palm on her buttock and pushed his thumb into her anus. Karen let out a cry and he felt her clench. He rocked his hand, pumping the thumb in and out of her arse as his cock softened in her sex.

  Pulling himself out and sitting back on his haunches, Nigel saw Karen had released Sean’s softening cock from her mouth and was holding it while gently nuzzling his balls.

  He smiled to himself, marvelling at her appetite for pleasure while at the same time acknowledging this was a unique situation for all three of them. He took a deep breath and watched the other two. Karen was licking slowly up and down the length of Sean’s dick, and at the top of each stroke of her tongue she’d take the end into her mouth.

  Sean groaned and ran his hands through her hair, and Karen eased him onto his back in the middle of the bed, then resumed with licking and sucking. Nigel realised she was trying her best to get him hard again straight away. From the look of things, she was succeeding.

  Kneeling up on the bed, she smiled down into Sean’s face and reached round to unclip her bra.

  Sean’s gaze moved to her breasts, and Nigel was sure the guy’s eyes had gone wider.

  Karen made them jiggle by rapidly twisting her shoulders, then lifted them with her hands and tweaked her own nipples. “Suck my tits, Sean.”

  Doing as instructed, Sean leaned forward and buried his face in her bust.

  Nigel stared from the edge of the bed, barely able to believe this was his wife. Her behaviour had changed beyond recognition from the loving, faithful woman he’d shared twenty blissful years with, and he couldn’t be happier.