A Hotwife's Journey

by Delores Swallows

She laughed and went to place their order. Again, Nigel saw the same guy watching Karen walk all the way to the bar. He realised the guy probably wasn’t the lady’s partner after all. He was probably in his thirties—maybe the lady in the chair was his mother—but dressed like someone much older in a straw hat, chequered shirt, and shorts with sandals over sports socks. Definitely not Karen’s type. As she returned, walking right past him, Straw Hat couldn’t tear his eyes off her body.

  After they’d eaten, Karen announced she was going for a swim. Yet again, Straw Hat watched her every move, not even trying to be subtle. Nigel got the impression that he hadn’t spent much time in the company of half-naked attractive women. Maybe he’d barely spent any time with women at all.

  When Karen returned to her lounger, she picked up her towel and wrapped it around her waist. “I guess it’s time to go and flash my tits and bits to the world.”

  Nigel laughed, imagining Straw Hat walking past while she and Charlotte sunbathed naked. He’d probably come in his pants.

  When they reached their bungalow, Karen looked at him. “Do we need to take anything?”

  “Wine and condoms?”

  She laughed at his sarcasm. “Okay, no gifts.” She held her arms out. “How do I look?”

  She stood in just a pink bikini and flip-flops, her hair slicked back and still slightly damp. Nigel breathed out slowly. “Very fuckable.”

  “I hope they agree. Come on, I’m ready to let my slut out.” They walked hand-in-hand down the quiet path.

  Charlotte was already on one of the two recliners on the veranda. Seeing her visitors, she smiled and stood to greet them. If she was embarrassed or self-conscious about her nakedness, she didn’t show it. “Cody, they’re here.”

  Her husband appeared by the open patio doors. “Hi.” He gave a little wave.

  Nigel was relieved to see him wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

  Charlotte looked down at Karen’s boobs. “I hope you’re not going to keep those covered up all afternoon.”

  Karen shrugged. “If you want them out, you should take them out.”

  Charlotte glanced at Nigel. “Would that be alright with both of you?”

  She nodded. “I like to be touched, and he likes to watch.”

  The blonde’s smile broadened. “Oh, you lucky girl.”

  “Mm, I know.”

  Charlotte slipped her arms around Karen to unfasten the clasp of her bikini top. Pulling it off, she looked down at the large pink nipples she’d uncovered, her tongue sliding between her lips. “Those are…” She raised her eyes to look into Karen’s face. “Can I rub some tanning oil on them?”

  “As long as I can rub some on yours, afterwards.”

  Nigel found his voice. “Why not let Charlotte rub too much oil on yours, then you can rub your boobs against hers to spread it between you both?”

  Charlotte smiled. “I like how his mind works.”

  Karen giggled. “He can be quite creative when the mood takes him.”

  Charlotte picked up a bottle of golden oil and poured a generous amount into her cupped palm. Then she smeared it over Karen’s left boob, tracing her fingertips around the nipple as she rubbed it in. Karen watched the other woman’s face as she repeated the action on her right breast. Charlotte then added more oil to her hand, put the bottle down and used both hands to rub it onto Karen’s chest.

  Clearly getting into the mood, Karen placed her hands on Charlotte’s waist and pulled her closer until their boobs mashed together. Both women slowly squirmed against one another.

  Karen stepped back and slowly turned Charlotte around, then pressed close, crushing her boobs against the other woman’s back. Snaking her hands around her, she cupped Charlotte’s boobs in her hands and began a massage, tweaking and tugging at the nipples as she did so. Charlotte let out a sigh and leaned her head back on Karen’s shoulder.

  After a minute or so, Charlotte twisted back, raising her eyebrows. “So, are you just going topless?”

  Karen shook her head, slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down her thighs. Nigel noticed Cody leaning to one side to get a better view.

  Now naked, Karen put her feet a step apart and tipped her hips forward a fraction. “Do I get oiled there, too?”

  Charlotte laughed as she bent to pick up the bottle. “Oh yes, we don’t want that burnt.” She cupped her freshly oiled hand over Karen’s crotch, rocking it slowly forward and back.

  Nigel swallowed the lump in his throat as he watched his wife’s eyelids flutter in response. The unhurried caresses were giving him a hard-on. Finally Charlotte removed her hand and half-tipped the bottle, waiting for Karen to cup her palm. Taking the hint, Karen held out her hand, and then returned the compliment, rubbing the oil between Charlotte’s legs.

  The women held eye contact for a few seconds before Charlotte shot her husband a dazzling smile. “Babe, why don’t you get Nigel a beer and chill while us girls soak up the sun for a while.”

  Nigel followed Cody inside, accepted a beer with thanks, and sank with him onto a leather couch identical to the one next door. During some easy-going small talk, Nigel learned that Cody was originally from Chicago and Charlotte from a village in Surrey he’d never heard of. They’d met through work and now lived in Austin, Texas.

  Nigel’s curiosity got the better of him. “Is Charlotte always so…?” He shrugged, unable to find the words.

  Cody laughed. “Yeah, I guess. We’re sort of liberal, if you get my drift.”

  “Us too.”

  A couple of guys ambled along the path, their heads turning as they passed. Karen placed her hand between her parted thighs, and Nigel assumed she was hiding her sex from the men’s view. But then she began twisting her wrist, and he realised she was actually playing with herself in front of them. He couldn’t believe it.

  After the men had passed and disappeared behind the foliage, the women looked at each other and giggled. Nigel heard Charlotte tell his wife not to stop now, but didn’t catch her reply. Whatever it was, Charlotte stood and held out her hand to Karen, and the two women stepped inside the bungalow.

  Charlotte closed the screen door behind them, then looked at her husband. “Cody, I want you to get naked.”

  Cody’s eyes opened wide, and he glanced at Nigel before looking back at her. “Now?”

  “Yes. I’m going to go down on Karen, and I think she’d like your cock inside her while I do it.”

  Nigel held his breath. This was like something from a porno film.

  Cody stood and removed his t-shirt and shorts. His chest had a smattering of black hair and his body was well-toned. Under his shorts he wore tiny briefs, and his cock was growing visibly hard at the prospect of what he was about to do.

  He pushed down his briefs and his dick sprang out, thick and hard.

  “Lie back on the couch,” Charlotte instructed.

  Cody was understandably obedient.

  Charlotte took Karen by the hips and walked her backwards. She looked into her eyes, then smiled. “Right, I’m going to sit you down and feed his cock inside you. Is that what you want?”

  Karen nodded.

  “Would you like me to fit him with a condom? I can guarantee he’s disease-free, but if you’d be happier for him to wear a rubber, it’s not a problem.”

  Karen shook her head. “Bareback will be fine.”

  Charlotte paused. “I can’t promise he won’t come inside you.”

  “I want him to come inside me.”

  “Good girl. Right, bend your knees.”

  Karen lowered herself onto Cody’s lap.

  Charlotte held his cock upright and positioned it at her entrance. “He’s ready when you are.”

  Nigel held his breath as his wife impaled herself on Cody’s dick. Her mouth dropped open and she let out a sigh as she pushed herself down. Cody groaned and pushed up from below, his hands coming around to cup Karen’s breasts. She rocked herself on him, sucking deep breaths throug
h gritted teeth. Charlotte dropped to her knees and crawled so that her face was inches from Karen and Cody’s union. Nigel watched it all, his heart thumping in his chest.

  Charlotte looked up at him. “Do you want to fuck me from behind while I suck her clit?”

  “Err…” Nigel frowned, then looked at Karen. She smiled, and he knew she’d be happy for him to do so. Still, he hesitated. “I thought…”

  Charlotte laughed at his discomfort. “Okay, I get it. You’re a wife-worshipper, and that’s fine.” She leaned down and kissed her husband’s balls, which were already drenched with Karen’s juices, then looked back at Nigel. “But I always insist on audience participation, so you can jerk off all over your wife’s fabulous tits while Cody and I fuck her.”

  Before he could answer, Charlotte buried her face between Karen’s legs.

  He watched, mesmerised, as the three of them writhed and moaned on the couch. He saw Charlotte’s hand between her own legs, slapping at her sex with a flat palm. Her head moved with the rhythm of Cody’s thrusts. Karen was trapped between them, Cody’s cock deep inside her and Charlotte’s lips locked round her clit.

  She dropped her head back and groaned, then looked at Nigel and nodded towards his crotch, reminding him of Charlotte’s instructions. He stood and pulled his shorts down, releasing his hard-on.

  Karen smiled and licked her lips, then her eyes squeezed shut and she let out another moan. Nigel pumped his cock and took a step closer to the three lovers, eager to join in the action.

  Surprisingly, Charlotte came first. She changed her hand movements from slaps to a rapid rubbing motion, letting out little moans as she sucked at Karen’s sex.

  Cody grunted and arched off the couch, lifting Karen so high that her foot left the floor. The thought of her taking all his cream inside her spurred Nigel on. He pumped his cock faster. As Karen screamed her own release, Nigel sent a thick cord of cum onto her heaving chest.

  Charlotte murmured her approval and smeared it all around Karen’s nipple. Nigel sent a second shot which splattered across the back of Charlotte’s hand as well as Karen’s neck. He kept pumping and produced a final spurt which, to his horror, landed on Cody’s hip beneath Karen.

  Charlotte giggled and bent to lick his cum from her husband’s body, then moved up to clean Karen’s tits and belly.

  Cody’s cock was still inside her, but they’d both stopped thrusting. Nigel watched as Charlotte trailed her tongue down Karen’s tummy, eased her husband’s cock out and took it into her mouth.

  This woman’s a bigger slut than Karen.

  Finally, Karen opened her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

  Charlotte smiled at her. “How was that?”

  “It was wonderful.” She looked up at Nigel, then over her shoulder at Cody. “It was totally wonderful.”

  “Good.” Charlotte sat back on her haunches. “I’ve had an idea. Let’s all go swimming in the sea, then get dressed up and go to dinner and have a few cocktails. After that, we can come back here and have more sex.”

  Karen looked at Nigel, then back at Charlotte. “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly serious. You have to help us enjoy the rest of the day, because we’re going home tomorrow.”

  Karen frowned. “Really? I was looking forward to nude sunbathing together for our entire stay.”

  Shaking her blonde hair from her eyes, Charlotte gave a sad smile. “That would have been lovely, but I’m afraid tonight’s our last night.”

  “Okay then, let’s make the most of it.” Karen stood on shaky legs and went out to retrieve her bikini from the veranda.

  Five minutes later, the four of them headed down the path to the beach, which was almost deserted. As they waded into the water, Cody plunged into the waves and swam far out from shore, obviously not concerned about sharks. They spent about twenty minutes in the sea, then walked slowly back along the path.

  Charlotte slipped her arm around Karen’s waist and pulled her close. “I’m going to dress up especially for you.”

  “Thank you. I’m going to dress like a slut—but it’ll be for all three of you.”

  Charlotte laughed and walked to their bungalow. “We’ll call for you in an hour.”

  Back at their own bungalow, Karen was full of excitement. “Can you believe those two?”

  “No. It’s almost like they’d been hired to satisfy your lust.”

  She giggled. “Come on, let’s have a bath. I’ll fill the tub and you pour us a drink.”

  He complied, vaguely worried that the ‘complimentary’ minibar was going to feature as a horror show on their bank statements.

  As they settled into the water with their rum and cokes, Karen rubbed her foot against his hip. “Why didn’t you fuck Charlotte?”

  “I don’t know—she took me a bit by surprise, that’s all.”

  “You could’ve fucked her, you know. I wouldn’t have minded.”

  He laughed. “Well, you were hardly in any position to mind. You had Cody’s cock stuck up your snatch.”

  She giggled. “True. But I still don’t understand.”

  “It’s not that I didn’t want to.” He shrugged. “Charlotte’s very attractive, and her appetite for sex and body fluids is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

  Karen’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying she’s a bigger slut than me?”

  “It shouldn’t be a competition, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that depraved, even in London when you took me and Sean at the same time.”

  Karen nodded. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Did you like watching her touch me?”

  He nodded. “Oh yeah. The oiling up was as big a turn-on as the sex itself.”

  “I suppose I can understand that. But tonight, I’m going to do better.”

  “Oh?”

  She grinned. “Tonight, I’m going to touch her all over. I’m going to slide my body over hers, I’m going to suck her pert little nipples, and I’m going to make her come with my fingers and tongue.”

  His cock thickened at the thought of it. “And what about Cody?”

  “I want to ride his cock, and I want him to pin me to the bed and fuck my brains out.”

  Nigel stared at her open-mouthed.

  “And you…” She picked up the sponge and began to wash his cock. “You are going to push this into Charlotte, and you’re going to fuck her. I want to watch your face as you blow your load inside her.”

  He frowned. “Really?”

  She nodded.

  “Why?”

  “I’ve told you—anything goes on this holiday. You’re not the only one who likes the idea of watching their partner enjoying sex with someone else.”

  He was too stunned to answer, which made her giggle again. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

  Nigel put on a pair of blue chinos and a white shirt, then sat on the couch to wait. He knew Karen would need to do her hair and makeup before getting dressed, so he made himself a fresh rum and coke.

  “Do you want another drink?” he shouted through to the bedroom.

  “Yes please.”

  He carried Karen’s drink through and saw she’d put her hair in a braid, which she hadn’t done in a long time.

  She saw his reaction. “I thought I’d wear it like this for a change.”

  “Looks good.”

  “Thanks.” Then she picked up her glass and mascara and moved to the mirror.

  Nigel returned to the couch and thought about the night ahead. Was he really going to have sex with Charlotte?

  It was strange, but even before their adventures started, the theme of Nigel’s fantasies had always been Karen with another man. He’d imagined it all; the men’s reaction to her naked body, her expression at the moment of penetration, and her vocal orgasms. Every detail that he’d focused on revolved around other men fucking his wife, but now he was thinking about him fucking another woman. He found the idea arousing, but the thing that turned him on the most was Karen saying that she wanted
to watch his face when he came inside Charlotte.

  When Karen walked out of the bedroom, Nigel’s mouth dropped open. He shook his head. “You can’t go out like that.”

  She smiled and did a slow twirl in front of him. “Why not? Don’t I look sexy?”

  “It’s not that, but…” He shook his head again.

  She wore a patterned long skirt with a slit up the front of one leg that ran almost to her waist, and silver sandals with cork wedged heels. Her top was practically see-through. He recognised it as the one he’d thought was Lucy’s. Karen wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it, and her boobs were more or less in full view, the nipples only just hidden by strategically positioned embroidered patterns on the flimsy material.

  “Do I look sexy?” Karen stood before him with her hands on her hips, pushing one tanned leg through the slit of her skirt.

  “You look amazing.”

  “Thank you.” She did another twirl, then smiled at him. “I do have a cardigan that I’ll wear over my blouse for the earlier part of the evening, but I want Charlotte and Cody to see me like this before we walk down to the hotel.”

  He nodded. “I’m sure they’ll be as impressed as I am.”

  “Will they want to fuck me?”

  “I suspect every man in the restaurant will want to fuck you.”

  Before Karen had chance to answer, there was the sound of high heels on the veranda and then Charlotte called their names.

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  Chapter Four

  She opened the patio door and stepped back into the bungalow, allowing Charlotte and Cody in.

  Seeing Karen’s outfit in the light, Charlotte purred. “God, I could eat you all up.”

  Karen laughed. “You already did. And you can, but not until later.” She picked up her cardigan. “I’m going to cover up for a little while, though.”

  Nigel’s eyes were drawn to Charlotte’s legs. She wore a short sequined skirt and dark blue stilettoes. She was beautifully tanned, and the height of the shoe’s heels emphasised her calf muscles.

  “Come on,” Karen said, stepping through the door. “Let’s go eat, drink and be merry.”