Serving the Billionaire's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy
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Sure enough we were the only ones there when I pulled the boat in. I dropped anchor, killed the engine, and went down below to grab a couple of my beers out of the cooler. Another nice thing about this secluded cove was that we didn't have to worry about any cops sniffing around and enforcing drinking laws, though something told me the cops would suddenly lose interest in writing a ticket when they realized whose boat this was.
When I came back up my heart nearly stopped. Tiffany had her back turned to me and she was pulling up that sundress revealing her tanned legs, that amazing ass, and the perfect curve of her back that I knew ran around to those perfect tits.
Tiffany turned as she heard me coming out which gave me an even more boner-inducing view of her front. I told her to wear something sexy and fuck had she delivered! The way her string bikini covered that mound that hid her pussy. Her flat and toned stomach that ran up to the curve of her breasts that were just the perfect size for her body with the barest hint of her nipples poking through her bikini top despite the heat. All leading up to the gentle curve of her neck and that beautiful face that was enough to give me a hard-on with just a single look even if I didn't take the rest of her tight little body into account.
I tossed her a beer which she caught with a well-practiced grab. She popped the top and craned her smooth neck back, the muscles working as she tossed back the beer and chugged it down. She turned to me with a smile as she tossed the empty can into a trash can.
"Toss me the other one," she said.
I looked down at the beer in my hand and shrugged. If she wanted to get drunk then I wasn't going to stop her. I tossed the bear I'd meant for myself and went back down to grab a few more. This time I grabbed an armful since it looked like Tiffany was in a drinking mood.
Fine with me.
I stepped back out and popped my own beer but Tiffany wasn't on the deck. I turned to see her sitting on a towel on the bow with a bottle of sunscreen out and a beer at her side. I had flashbacks to everything that happened yesterday and grinned as I thought about where this might go today. Another towel, I'm guessing for me, was laid out beside her. I took a pull from my own beer and stepped out to join her.
"Took you long enough," she said.
"Had to grab some extra beers. I didn't know you were going to be chugging them down," I replied.
"Well now that you have extra I might as well," she said. And to my surprise she grabbed her open can, chugged it down, and held out a hand. I raised my eyebrows but obliged. Damn. She must've been one hell of a fun time at parties when she was in college. Assuming she went to college. It occurred to me that I didn't really know anything about this sexy goddess before me, though it's not like I really needed to in order to fulfill my job duties.
"That's a neat trick," I said.
"It's not the only trick I know," she said with a smile and a wink that sent a thrill running through me all the way to the tip of my dick which was starting to rise as I watched her sitting there.
"So do you need help putting on your suntan lotion?" I asked. Sure it was cheesy. And it's not like I meant it as a line, at least it wasn't entirely a line, but I would kill just for an excuse to run my hands over that body again even if nothing came of it. Besides, I figured that's how the fun started yesterday so why not start with something that I already knew worked?
"Nah, I put sunscreen on while you were grabbing the beer," she said.
"Oh." Hopefully the disappointment in my voice wasn't too obvious.
"You need sunscreen though!" She picked up the bottle and squirted some onto her petite little hand. "Here, lay on your stomach and I'll take care of you."
Now this was interesting. Sure it wasn't the same as getting a chance to run my hands all over Tiffany, but her running those petite hands all over my body was a nice consolation prize that I wasn't going to pass up. I laid down on the towel Tiffany had helpfully set out for me.
The lotion was cold, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the temperature that caused goosebumps to rise all over my body as she rubbed her hands across my neck and then out across my shoulders. She was pressing in ever so slightly so that it felt like a light massage as her fingers danced across my skin. I felt relaxed and turned on at the same time with little tingles running from her fingers on my neck down through my body.
It was actually sort of uncomfortable as my cock pressed out against the boat as this sexy married woman ran her hands all over me in a forbidden dance that was driving me crazy.
Tiffany's hands moved up my arms, down my sides and along my back with the occasional pause as she squirted more lotion onto her hands. When she reached my swim trunks her hands dipped ever so slightly under the band of my trunks, probably to make sure the lotion covered me completely even though I was praying that she'd give up any pretense of putting on suntan lotion and reach into my swim trunks for my cock.
She moved down my legs running her hands up and down very thoroughly. It was so relaxing that I very well might have passed out and started sleeping if I didn't have adrenaline and blood pumping through my body at a breakneck pace. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning as her fingers did things to my body with a mere touch that I hadn't felt with other girls that I'd fucked.
I did want to groan when her fingers pulled away.
"All done on the back. Turn around," she said.
Dutifully I rolled over and my cock sprang into view. It was a relief to have it sticking up instead of pressing against the boat. Tiffany giggled, but that was the only response to my cock as she ran her hands along the front of my neck and then down my chest. Her hands moved lower and lower until they were brushing against the top of my swim shorts. Her fingers disappeared under the front of my shorts. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as they ran along the waist of my swim trunks.
Her hand disappeared down the front of my trunks and I froze. Before I could react those lotion covered fingers were wrapped around my cock and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I fought not to explode all over her hand and the inside of my swim trunks!
"Oh fuck Tiffany. Fuck!"
6: Job Perks
I groaned. I opened my eyes and looked up to see her sitting there with a huge grin. I followed her arm down to where her hand disappeared in my swim trunks. Her hand on my cock. A moment I'd dreamed about time and again and now it was happening.
"Well now. What have we here?" She moved her hand up and gave my cock one pump that sent a tingle running down to the base of my balls and once again had me fighting not to explode.
"Oh fuck Tiffany!"
Tiffany moved her hand up and down again and this time I thrust up to meet her hand. She leaned over me. I felt her tits pressing against my chest, her nipples straining against the thin material of her bikini calling out for my body. I felt lightheaded as every extra bit of blood I had was redirected to my cock as my brain called all hands on deck. Her face was inches from mine and those eyes stared into my soul as her hand continued its slow, delicious, torturous up and down slide along my cock.
"God your cock is so amazing," she breathed. "I wanted it in me so bad yesterday. My husband was so turned on when I told him about your cockhead splitting my pussy and then we had to stop..."
I groaned. Another stroke.
"And now I'm going to take you all for my own."
Stroke. Tiffany's lips were inches from my own and her eyes were half lidded as she looked at me with her mouth parted. It was too much. I'd wanted this for so long. This was every wet dream and jerk off fantasy I'd ever had coming to life and I planned on picking up right where we left off yesterday when I got stuck with the worst case of blue balls I'd ever known!
I wrapped a hand around her head and pulled her down. Tiffany gasped in surprise and then moaned as our lips made contact in the most intense kiss I'd ever felt in my life. Imagine sexual tension, fantasizing, the frustration at watching the most perfect creature in the world. And imagine the sweet release when that perfect creature was finally yours in one
amazing lust-fueled moment.
Her lips were softer than I could have possibly imagined. Her taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I reveled in that taste as our mouths opened to one another and our tongues swirled in a forbidden dance that was made all the more amazing by the fact that it was so wrong that I was doing this to a married woman but at the same time it's not like her husband was complaining.
All the time her hand continued its up and down motion along my cock. I felt a tingle rising at the base of my balls that ran up the length of my shaft to my cockhead. With an extremely reluctant groan I pulled away.
Confusion warred with lust on her face. "Why'd you pull away?"
"You need to stop!"
Tiffany grinned and followed my gaze down to where here hand was still buried in my swim trunks moving up and down along the length of my cock. I let out another groan as I saw the head peek out of the edge of my trunks and had my first glimpse of those perfect fingers wrapped around my cock. It was a sight that I would remember for the rest of my life.
"Why do I need to stop?"
"Because I'm going over the edge if you don't!"
Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do we have one in the chamber ready to go?"
"You have no fucking idea," I said.
"Oh I think I do, but we do need to take care of this little problem so we can enjoy ourselves properly," she said.
Tiffany scooted down and pulled my trunks down freeing my cock which stuck straight up. She giggled as her second hand encircled my cock and I thought that I'd died and gone to heaven. Then I realized that I was just at the pearly gates and heaven was yet to come as she leaned down, opened her mouth, and the head of my cock disappeared into her mouth for the second time in as many days.
Tiffany's lips moved down as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth and sucked gently. I felt her tongue running along the underside of my cock and the tickle of her blonde hair as it fell down around my waist.
The jumble of sensations was too much.
"Fuck, Tiffany. I'm about to come!"
Tiffany looked up and locked her eyes with mine, my cock still buried in her mouth. I went over the edge as I stared into those eyes. Stars danced in front of my eyes and my entire body felt like it was on fire as the most intense orgasm of my life slammed into me and sent my seed shooting out of the tip of my cock and into this gorgeous married woman's waiting mouth. Tiffany held that eye contact as spurt after spurt hit the back of her mouth and I saw her throat working as she swallowed every drop.
Amazingly even after my orgasm subsided my cock was still standing straight at attention lodged in her mouth. She pulled back and the head of my cock appeared out from between her lips with a little pop. She looked down at my cock still sticking straight out begging for her body and raised an eyebrow. Her hand wrapped around my cock again.
"And here I thought I was blowing off a little bit of steam for you," she said. "So much for that idea."
"It's all because of you," I said.
Before she could say anything else I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up so that she was laying on top of me. I relished the sensation of that tight body pressed against mind. She felt every bit as amazing pressed against me as I'd imagined. My hands fumbled for the strap to her bikini and I ripped it off and tossed it aside, causing her breasts to spill out and press against my chest. My cock pressed up against her bikini bottoms, the head of my cock feeling the heat and moisture of her dripping pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but not yet.
I was going to enjoy this.
I pulled her down into another kiss with my arms running up and down her back exploring every inch of her. I moved down to gave her ass a squeeze and was rewarded with a loud moan into my mouth. I moved one finger back and rubbed it against the length of her pussy before returning to that amazing ass and giving it another squeeze.
I ran my hands up and pushed her up just enough to give me access to those amazing tits that I'd dreamed of but didn't get a chance to properly enjoy yesterday, but not yet. I was too busy thoroughly enjoying making out with her to get a glimpse of her tits, but that would come in time. For now I wanted to enjoy the feel. I grasped her tit and ran my palm along the edge of her nipple reveling in the soft but hard sensation that was too much. I had to taste them.
I used my weight to roll Tiffany over until she was on her back beside me, chest heaving as she looked up at me. And oh God how beautiful she looked sitting there in just her bikini bottoms with her body under mine, all mine. Her tits were every bit as amazing as I'd imagined. Gravity had nothing on them as they strained up with her perfect quarter sized areolas capped off by cute little nipples straining towards me just begging to be sucked.
How could I resist?
I leaned down and swirled a tongue first around one nipple and then the other. Tiffany arched her back to meet my mouth and moaned as I sucked on a tit and ever so gently grazed it with my teeth. Her hands wrapped around my head and ran through my hair as she pulled me against her body.
"Oh fuck that's so good. Yeah, suck on my tits. Your tongue is so amazing. Just like that. Make me a filthy cheating fucking slut for my husband!"
I could have spent the rest of the day and all through the night worshiping her body and sucking on those incredible tits, but there were other fantasies that still had to be fulfilled.
I pulled away from the tit I was sucking on and licked my way down her cleavage. Tiffany arched her back to meet my tongue as I kissed and sucked my way down her flat and muscled stomach. She might be a married woman, but for now she was all mine and I could feel and taste that delicious body to my heart's content.
And taste her I would.
I kissed around the edge of her bikini and ran my tongue along the edges of the thin triangle of swimsuit material that separated me from heaven on earth. Tiffany gasped. I thrust out my tongue again on the other side, pressing the material aside and enjoying the tangy taste as my tongue ran along the outside edge of her pussy lips that were slick and wetness.
"Please," she begged with her eyes. "Please."
I pulled her bikini bottoms aside revealing her pussy to me for the first time and dove in, running my tongue along the length of her slit and eliciting a loud moan. Tiffany reached down and yanked at the ties holding her bottoms on and ripped them aside as quickly as I'd ripped aside her top moments before.
I knew an invitation when I saw it and I dove in, relishing in the feel and taste of a married woman's pussy. It was like no pussy I'd tasted before. Sure I'd been with plenty of girls, especially while I was off at college, but there was something about knowing that it was Tiffany I was tasting that made my cock rock hard as my tongue feel like it was tasting the most delicious delicacy in the world.
Which, in a way, I suppose I was.
Tiffany reacted to my tongue flicking into her pussy and then up around her clit and then back down like a woman possessed. Her hips bucked under my tongue. I looked up to see her grasping at the towel and pulling it up in handfuls as her head moved back and forth and her chest pressed up towards the sky. The quiet of the cove was broken by the sounds of her crying out as my tongue swirled around her pussy, getting louder and louder until the air was pierced with a continuous cry.
It was a damn good thing I picked this secluded spot, let me tell you!
Her body tensed and shuddered underneath me as I felt the muscles in her pussy contracting around my tongue. Her screams were unintelligible as her hips thrust up and I continued my oral exploration of her most secret and treasured spot.
I expected her to ride out her orgasm on my tongue, but to my surprise I felt fingers wrap around my hair and pull insistently. I looked up and she crooked her free hand gesturing for me to move up even as I continued swirling my tongue around her pussy. The message was quite clear. I was to report for duty immediately. She was going to get her husband's money's worth out of me and I was more than willing to give it to this hot married slut!
She wrapped her hands around my cock and I felt the head pressing against the outer folds of her pussy. God it felt wonderful as those slick wet lips wrapped around me fulfilling all of the pleasurable promise from yesterday, but even though I was overcome with lust I still had the presence of mind to hold back as she was tried to thrust her hips up and engulf my cock in her hot dripping pussy.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
That was all I needed to hear. I pressed down and luxuriated in the feeling of those tight wet walls wrapping around my cock as I sank into her wet pussy completely unprotected. I drank in the sight of her body beneath me as I sank my cock deeper and deeper inside her. God she was amazing. She was the most perfect creature I'd ever laid eyes on and she was all mine for now. Not her husband's. My cock was buried inside her. The moment I'd dreamed about was coming true as my cock bottomed out and our bodies became one.
Tiffany reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Fuck me."
I wasn't going to argue with a request like that. I pulled out slowly and pushed in again. Tiffany grunted as her tits gave a small hypnotic jiggle that I fell in love with. I pulled out and pushed in again with more force. The grunt was louder and her tits bounced even more. A few moments of this with me picking up the pace and Tiffany's grunts turning into quiet little gasps of pleasure every time I bottomed out and we were going at it with reckless abandon.
I cherished the feeling as the walls of her pussy wrapped around my cock. I jackhammered into this gorgeous married woman, taking her in ways it sounded like her husband never had from the way she was gasping and moaning underneath me as her chest and tits bouncing as she arched them up to meet my body, her hips moving up and down timed to meet my own thrusts. My own moans mixed with her high pitched cries of ecstasy.